Overdose

Ron

Harry was doing it again. I heard the sound of his sex toy purring in the darkness. I pulled my pillow over my ears and tried to block out the hushed gasping sounds. The images of Harry with Malfoy that day were still haunting me. And the stupid way I kissed him, I really screwed up that one. He probably had a good laugh about it with Malfoy. If only I hadn’t done that. What was I thinking?

I could not shake all of the kinky sex out of my mind. Harry was so hot and even Malfoy’s body had made me sweating. I watched them go at it and I pathetically tried to soothe my own member. But even after I came… they would not stop. Now, my heart pounded and my dick became swollen every single time I saw him climb up on that firebolt. Even the mirror in our bedroom acted like the Mirror of Erised playing mean tricks on me. Showing me green eyes and blonde hair that just wasn't there.

Your best friend is a screamer…

Malfoy had said it. And he was right the sound was so unnatural. When I first heard Harry’s desperate wailing it sent chills all up and down my body. He was unrecognizable in everyway. He even looked stunningly different after Malfoy got him wound up that way.

I shook the thoughts from my head. Ever since the pathetic kiss Harry’s attitude had changed towards me. He had this way about him nowadays that made him want to put on a show. It was irritating so I started to avoid him. I didn’t know how much I liked this oversexed maniac that was my best friend. It was Malfoy’s fault. Harry was hardly focused on anything but the Slytherin. Harry had kept the relationship secret at first; probably because he felt weak for running back to Malfoy after the blonde had hurt him. Harry was acting pathetic but still I desired him all the same.

I gazed down at my erection. I didn’t realize I was doing it, but suddenly I was stroking my own need in time with his gagged cries. I came as quietly as I could after I heard him orgasm. Then gradually I felt my body relax and my mind go blank as I drifted into a peaceful sleep.

*********

“I need a hobby,” I told Hermione in the great hall the next morning.

“Did you dream about Harry again last night?” She asked hardly looking up from her book. I drew my eyebrows together and my skin blazed red.

“Damn it Hermione!” I shouted humiliated.

She looked dumbfounded by my childish reaction.

“Ron he’s not even here yet and everybody has sex dreams,” she said matter of factly.

I glowered at her, wondering briefly what her sex dreams were about, but I said nothing else on the subject.

Harry walked in a bit later. I watched him approach Slytherin table to talk to Malfoy. Their relationship was all anyone gossiped about lately. Even the staff members were quite intrigued by the rare mixing of Slytherin and Gryffindor. Several people commented on the vast scope of differences between the two boys, physical and behavioral.

I knew though, that differences were irrelevant when they were both the same in one very important way. They both shared an unhealthy addiction to sex. An condition that was clearly contagious. I felt my cock begin to stiffen as I recalled the image of Harry on the broomstick.

I took a deep breath and looked down at my food. I hurriedly shoveled down my waffles desperate to get out before Harry approached.

Too late.

He walked up casually and took his seat next to me at Gryffindor table. His green eyes x-rayed me eagerly. I deliberately avoided his gaze.

“Hi Ron…” he grinned at me making it impossible for me to ignore him any longer. I swallowed a lump of half chewed waffle and looked at him.

“Hi Harry…” I grumbled, my mouth still full.

“There’s quidditch practice tomorrow night are you coming? Or are you still trying to avoid me?” he raised his eyebrows.

I swallowed hard, a bit perturbed that he called out my behavior.

“I’ll be there,” I said even though I left the previous practice session in a hurry, when I saw him climb on that broomstick.

He scooted closer to me and I quickly shoved more waffles into my mouth.

“Ron stop it you’ll choke,” Hermione said her nose scrunched up in disgust.

I glared at her and continued to eat. Harry’s close proximity to me was now something that made me anxious.

He pressed his lips to my ear, that’s how close he was.

“How come you never kiss me anymore?” he asked, his hot breath made me flinch.

I choked out a response that was inaudible due to my mouth being stuffed beyond capacity. He began licking my earlobe which felt impossibly good.

“Ron…” he whispered in my ear, “I want to watch you cum… I want to hear you scream my name…”

I started coughing unable to swallow the food in my mouth. Harry laughed rubbing my back gently.

“Breathe…” he said softly. I saw some of my chewed food land on the table in front of me.

Hermione glared at me as if to say I told you so, just as I caught my breath again.

“Harry get away…” I said irritated. I was turned on now thanks to him and it bothered me. He was so desperate for attention all of a sudden and he didn't realize he was perfect the modest way he was before.

His green eyes shimmered and kissed my ear again.

I was pressed against Hermione in an effort to get as far away from him as possible.

She shoved me away annoyed, “Ron are you kidding me?!” she snapped, as I was practically seated in her lap.

I got off of her and she stood up heatedly, leaving the table with her book in a huff.

Great.

I was alone with my own best friend and I was so unbelievably nervous.

“Ron are you honestly scared of me?” Harry asked and he looked hurt.

I suddenly felt a bit stupid about my behavior he was after all, just Harry.

“No Harry, you don’t scare me. You just make me nervous…” I explained honestly.

He seemed to regain his confidence after that statement. “I’m sorry…I don’t want to come on too strong…” he bit his lip, “but you make me soo…” he shuddered slightly and loosened his tie.

The movement was infectious and I felt myself shiver in response.

He placated himself and looked down at his plate. He filled it with waffles and poured syrup all over them. He began to eat. Soon, I realized I was fixated on the movements of his mouth while he chewed, and the way his Adam’s apple stirred as he swallowed. And he swallowed so well...

I wanted to kiss those lips. I wanted to feel him in my ear again. That felt dangerously good. I wanted to experience every part of him. I dragged my eyes away from him and looked back at my own food. I was almost done.

“So what do you think about the Chudley Cannons chances in this year’s quidditch cup?” I asked feebly attempting to start a conversation.

He raised his eyebrows and smirked, “Decent I suppose…”

After that there was silence. The tension inside of me was building so I got up to leave.

“Don’t leave me by myself Ron…” Harry said getting to his feet also.

“Fine,” I sighed allowing him to follow me out of the room.

Once we entered the hallway, without any warning, he grabbed my hand sending electrical pulses up and down my body at the contact. He was stronger than he appeared to be. He shoved me against the wall with the weight of his agile, slender, but powerful body. The slightly shorter boy stood on his toes and pressed his soft lips against my own.

My first real kiss.

The electric feeling sparked against my mouth and jolted every single muscle in my body to life. I gasped involuntarily at the feeling. My heart was pounding insanely fast. My skin felt hot! Too hot. Too tight.

My pants were getting uncomfortably snug and I felt myself growing hard. I was certain he could feel it too. He had crushed himself against me so tightly there was hardly a modicum of air space between us. His body burned into mine. I felt his tongue pressing insistently against my lips and I opened them to let him inside. I was certain I was doing something wrong but whatever it was he compensated for it with his expertise. I used my fingers to thread his untidy black hair, as he pulled himself closer still.

I began to wonder if this was a dream, but how could it be? When it felt so damn good…

I felt like I was falling into him. The way his tongue tangled and caught with mine. He lapped and licked at every crevice and corner of my mouth. My hands were clammy, my forehead was damp. He gasped against my lips coming up for air. I wanted more of him. At this moment I felt like I couldn’t get close enough. He was grinding into my erect penis and I was getting dizzy. His body I just knew was made as a perfect companion for mine. I wanted to feel his skin. I wondered if it was as heated as my own. My finger tips tingled at the feel of his silky hair, much softer than I could have ever imagined.

His arms slid comfortably underneath of mine and he gripped at my shoulder blades pulling himself even closer. He continued ravishing my mouth mixing his very wet, very hot tongue with my own. I felt my lips swelling from the feverish exercise. He began to gasp frequently, but it did nothing to interrupt the flow of the kiss. Then he removed his lips from mine and he spread the kissing feeling to my neck. I thought I would lose it right there.

“Oh God,” I groaned.

“Oh god indeed,” I heard a dreadfully familiar voice and my eyes snapped open before I realized I’d even closed them. The blond aristocrat stood poised in front of me with his arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing an unreadable expression.

Harry had stopped kissing me. He buried his head in my chest.

“Are you trying to steal my boyfriend Weasley?” Malfoy sneered. I glared at him.

“You’re no good for him Malfoy!” I gasped because Harry had taken my breath away.

Malfoy chuckled softly, “And you are? You think you could possibly satisfy him?”

“It’s not all about sex!!” I snapped, despite the fact that at that moment my entire body was screaming in protest of that statement.

This time Malfoy’s laugh turned to mocking. “I think you need to be reintroduced to your best friend…” the dandy boy taunted.

Harry still hugged me tightly. I was certain he could feel my heart beating.

“I do not! Everyone’s not a crazed sex fiend like you Malfoy…” I growled.

“I was under the impression that we were talking about Potter-- not everyone,” the blond said smoothly.

He moved closer to us. He was too elegant, too perfect, too deliberate in his movements. Everything in his appearance was groomed to perfection. His ear length, overwhelmingly, blond hair was combed and neatly parted so that one side fell easily into his haunting grey orbs.

His eyes moved right through me. I noticed he was taking in the sight of his boyfriend attached to my body. Malfoy’s skin appeared so soft, so pure, and milky white. I felt a dangerously strong desire to touch it. I imagined he was hardly human but maybe some sort of god. His pale pink lips were painted in that familiar smirk he wore so well. I took in his body. He was similar in height and size to Harry. He was much more formidable when flanked by his cronies Crabbe and Goyle. I was certain underneath his school uniform his body was just as perfect as his face. My eyes landed on his wrists which housed fresh red and purple bruises. However, these were the only visible marks on his otherwise flawless skin.

I felt my cock throbbing as I absorbed the sight of him.

“Harry’s a little whore…” Malfoy hissed, he was close enough now to whisper in my best friend’s ear. His cold voice sent chills up and down my spine. Even the smell of him was perfect. Malfoy’s breath smelled like peppermint and his hair, like lavender probably the sent of his shampoo.

Harry finally let go of me and turned shyly to his boyfriend.

Malfoy’s eyes moved over Harry's body and the look he gave was so forbidden I felt filthy just observing it.

Harry ran his fingers through his black messy hair.

“It was just a little kiss…” Harry said airily.

Sure it was... to him. To me it was a first kiss that would haunt me for the rest of my life.

Malfoy ran his pink tongue over his soft fuchsia lips and eyed Harry. My eyes lingered a bit too long on Malfoy’s mouth.

“A little kiss that got you a lot hot?” Malfoy purred gingerly, he was backing Harry into the wall next to me.
I felt guilty and covered my erection with my hands. Not that Malfoy noticed this. Harry nodded, his emerald eyes were wide.

Malfoy leaned into Harry and began kissing him chastely, slowly. I suddenly felt the overpowering urge to masturbate.

“Is the hallway the appropriate place for behavior like this?” came a soft voice I recognized very well. I looked up humiliated.

Professor Dumbledore had just exited the great hall accompanied by (to my horror) Professor Snape. Dumbledore’s blue eyes sparkled as he surveyed the scene. Malfoy scoffed, but Harry leaned against the wall flushing even redder than before.

“No sir…” Harry barely choked it out.

Professor Snape, I noticed, appeared edgy.

Malfoy put his arm around Harry’s waist, “We were just kissing,” he snapped and he glanced amusedly at Professor Snape.

“I have no problem with that Mr. Malfoy; but as Hogwarts is an academic institution, I do believe even this small show of affection would be better done in private. Don’t you?” Dumbledore’s question was not a question at all, but more like a gentle command.

Malfoy was apparently unfazed. Harry, however, nodded his head in agreement and bit his lip embarrassed. “Yes sir.”

“Now I’m fairly certain you will all be in class in approximately, ten minutes?” Dumbledore asked.

Harry and I nodded in response, Draco rolled his eyes.

"Very good," Dumbledore smiled and he and Professor Snape walked away. Snape surprisingly had not uttered a word.

“Wow!” I gasped, relieved “I was certain Snape would’ve taken points off!”

The two boys looked at each other wearing very similar smirks. My mind suddenly recalled why...

Harry claimed he'd been having sex with the potions master and the truth in those claims was now evident.

“Potter you put on your ‘nice boy act’ for Dumbledore-- I have a good mind to show him what an exhibitionist you are,” Malfoy smirked.

Harry pursed his lips, “How would you show him that?”

“I know you know the password to that old fool’s office. I want to watch coming on top of his desk…”

I blushed.

“Pure evil,” Harry sighed nonchalantly.

“You can’t have sex in there!” I said finding the behavior unfathomable.

“Harry can have sex anywhere he wants to,” Malfoy laughed.

I touched my lips where Harry had just ravished me. Maybe I really didn’t know Harry at all and that kind of hurt.

“I think we need to go to class,” Harry pouted.
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That night my body was still craving my best friend. We sat up in the common room trying to complete an essay for history of magic. Hermione, of course, had already completed it and was upstairs in bed.

Harry was chilly. He wore his plaid pajama pants and one of the sweaters my mother had knitted for him. He was sitting quite close to the fire. I wondered if he was still sick, because to me the room felt so hot my body was on fire.

I rubbed my tired eyes and looked at Harry. “Harry?” I said out of the blue.

He glanced at me slightly distracted, “Yea…”

“Um… could we kiss again?” I asked sheepishly.

Harry grinned setting his quill down, “Sure…”

He scooted closer to me and placed a hand in my lap. He brushed his fingers over my knee for a moment in silence.

“Ron do you think you might want to lose your virginity?” he asked, softly running his fingers over the thin fabric that covered my cock.

I felt myself sweating again. My nerves were strained.

“Uh-- well you’re not planning on putting your-- um-- in my um--” I stuttered I felt my face flushing maroon.

He kissed my neck softly. His body was on fire and I pondered, randomly, if this extreme body heat made his comfortable surroundings feel cold; much like a fever.

“Only if you want me to put my cock in your ass Ron?” he said, filling in the words I was unable to say.

“Uh well, I actually d-don’t think I want that-- um no thank you,” I said my skin flushing if it was even possible a deeper red. He looked at me grinning.

“Well would you be opposed to putting your cock in my ass?” he asked, he rubbed my member a bit faster and I groaned.

“No. I think that’d be okay…” I whispered.

“Good,” he said. He slid his fingers inside of my pants and underneath the waist band of my briefs. He pressed his lips against mine again and moved his hand up and down fingering my cock expertly. I couldn’t last. I felt myself starting to give way underneath his determined touches. My body tensed and I came suddenly, quite embarrassed at how quickly I released.

He pulled his semen stained hand out of my pants and began lapping at the residual. I watched him kind of awed by this behavior.

“It’s a hogsmeade weekend this weekend,” Harry said softly, his eyes were sparkling.




A/N: Yea I don't know if I'm too fond of this anymore...it may be the Harry/Ron aspect... anyway lemme know what ya think...if you're still interested I'll add the last 2 chaps this weekend.