Overdose

A/N: Hey readers! Thanks so much for the feedback and sorry it took me so long to update. Enjoy!

Warning: Underage drinking in this chap.

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Harry

“We’re going to Madam Pudifoot’s,” Hermione said in a small voice. She held Michael Corner’s hand shyly. He was a tall, lanky Ravenclaw in Ginny’s year with auburn hair and sky blue eyes. Ron, Hermione and I had just left Honeydukes sweet shop when Corner sidled up and gripped Hermione’s hand protectively.

“Since when are you two going out?!” Ron scoffed, “He’s a complete douche!” I bit my tongue to keep from laughing. Hermione glared at Ron, affronted. The insult was completely unwarranted, but Ron viewed Hermione in the same light that he saw Ginny.

“I asked her to go steady, Weasley,” Michael said coldly.

“Go steady? Go steady?! Who even says that anymore? I don’t like this. I don’t like it at all…” Ron carried on immaturely.

“It’s cool Hermione… me and Ron will entertain ourselves…” I interjected as Hermione’s chest was becoming increasingly puffed up and her glare more incensed.

The couple stocked off while Ron glared after them.
Malfoy had told me to meet him in the Hog’s Head and now I had no choice but to bring Ron along.

“Let’s go to the Hog’s Head,” I suggested.

“I’m not going to that shady looking pub Harry,” Ron snapped, “let’s just go to The Three Broomsticks,” he said, he was in a sour mood.

“Ron, come on…” I pushed, “The Hog’s Head is--” I really couldn’t think of a way to make it sound appealing. If I told him beforehand that Draco would be there I was certain he’d become even more miserable.

“It’s cozy,” I lied.

He snorted and stalked towards The Three Broomsticks, “Come on Harry if she wants to leave us screw her,” he grumbled.

“Uh, Ron…” I started, my mind working fast, “I kinda want to make out again—if we went there we’d have a little privacy,” I let the words dangle and he turned back to me.

“Well--” he put on a smug smile, “I suppose there’s little chance of running into Malfoy and his cronies at the Hogs Head.”

“Er…” I started.


“Alright let’s go!” he grabbed my hand.


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“Anything Potter drinks is on me. Weasley, you can cover your own tab right?” Malfoy smirked at Ron.

Ron glared at Draco, sulking into his mead.

He’d been sulking ever since we’d entered the nearly empty pub.

“N-no I can pay for my own! I have money,” I said too loudly.

“Your money is no good here Potter,” Malfoy said, kissing my cheek.

“Well f-fine! I can p-pay for Ron’s d-drinks,” I tried as Malfoy wrapped his arm around my waist.

“Don’t do me any favors,” Ron grumbled, feeling sorry for himself.

“This beautiful, beautiful boy pays for nothing,” Draco insisted boisterously to the barman. I jabbed Malfoy in the side with my elbow and blushed. The barman’s strangely familiar light blue eyes flickered over me, but he said nothing.

My mind was getting cloudy and I cursed Malfoy for convincing me to try fire whiskey. It had burned all the way down my throat and in my right mind, I knew that was a bad sign; but Malfoy kept daring me to taste it. He was using competition as a way to tempt me and I fell for it.

I swallowed a sip of whiskey for every gulp he took in an attempt to prove myself. Now my mind was fading, everything was funny, and my body was heated from the inside out with desire.

“Ron,” I hiccupped feeling silly. My body was begging me for sex. “Ron I wanna be your f- first f-fuck,” I said. I slid two fingers beneath the waistband of my trousers.

Despite Ron’s sudden depression, he was still dizzy from the mead. I could see his eyes glaze over with lust.

He watched me through glassy eyes, "I w-want that too,” he stuttered, clearly shocked that I’d said this in front of Malfoy.

The pub was nearly empty and my inhibitions were rapidly declining. I found that I could care less if the bartender watched me touch myself. Hell, maybe it would turn him on. The thought of an audience got me even hotter.

“I w-want to k-kiss you again…” I said to Ron. My skin was too hot. I felt like I was on fire. I glanced at Draco and he watched me amused. He held his liquor so well it was almost as if he hadn't just gulped down two and a half glasses of whiskey.

My mind was so fuzzy Draco's grey eyes seemed to sparkle. I looked him up and down. He was polished from top to bottom, even on the weekend. I didn't care much for his upscale clothing though, I yearned for his body.

“I’m horny,” I whined, running an impatient hand through my hair. My voice sounded breathy and obnoxious.

“I know you are,” he smirked. I put my hands in his lap and fingered his swollen member. He gasped and I seized his moist lips.

“H-Harry!! I thought you w-wanted me?” Ron fussed annoyed. I turned to face him moving too quickly and I almost fell to the floor, but Draco steadied me from behind.

I stumbled towards Ron and grabbed at his fly, undoing it. I was careful to 'accidently' brush up against the bulge.

Ron staggered, “What?! Harry not here we’ll get in troub--” he gasped, but my heated fingers surrounded his pulsing member and his head fell backwards. He was trembling at my touches. He looked like he wanted to protest but the necessary words just wouldn’t come.

Up close I took in his features. Ron was tall and somewhat lanky. He was taller than both Draco and I. I found myself looking up in order to peer into his face.

His gorgeous sapphire eyes were darting around rapidly following my every movement. Ron had light colored freckles across the bridge of his nose and underneath his eyes. His skin was pale in comparison to mine but held a pinkish tinge in comparison to Draco’s.

At the moment he was flushed crimson due to my touching. This captivated me; I wanted to see how red he could get.

His body was thicker… more muscular than mine. He wasn’t bulky but his arms were broad and well defined. He could probably lift me easily and for some reason the idea excited me.

I got down on my knees and placed my mouth over his erect cock.

“Oh my god!!” Ron shouted suddenly finding his voice. I noticed his body was tensing. He was about to orgasm. He was still so quick. I moved my tongue faster.

“Harry!! Oh god! Oh god!! Stop! Harry!!” he cried.

I stood up swallowing every salty drop he spilled into me. I grabbed him and crushed my lips against his mouth.

Intoxicated, I could feel every single sensation. The sloppy, raw way his tongue played with mine. The dizzying ecstasy of his muscular arms wrapped firmly around my waist. His hands moved up and down my back; pressing my chest closer to his. I wanted him to lift me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist. I wanted him to slam me into the wall. Fuck me up against the wall. I gasped into his mouth.


“Potter,” I heard Malfoy’s drawl so far away. I didn’t want to leave the embrace but I knew I had to. I untangled myself from Ron's heat and turned to Malfoy. His hazy, lust filled eyes burned into mine.

“Come here,” he said, handing me the glass of whiskey. I took another sip while he threaded my hair between his manicured fingernails. I scrunched up my face as the bitter alcohol slid down my throat, stinging. Draco’s eyes glittered ominously.

Draco was dangerous. Ron was safe-- and warm. I didn’t know what I wanted at the moment but somehow I knew I needed them both.

Draco led us to a cozy little nook in the back of The Hog’s Head. I wasn’t sober enough to ponder how he knew it existed. Inside there was a soft white rug, a large fireplace, a wooden coffee table, and a plush, red loveseat. Malfoy sat down on the couch and I followed him straddling his lap.

“Weasley can’t handle this…” Malfoy purred in my ear. He smacked my ass hard and I moaned softly at the biting, sting that lingered there. The feeling made me grind into him anxiously. I felt so naughty and I wanted Draco to spank me again.

“At least Snape and Black were experienced,” he teased. A coherent response was not entering my brain at the moment so I just attacked Draco’s mouth.

I mussed up his blond tresses eagerly.

“Get out of those clothes,” Draco hissed into my mouth.

In no time I was dizzy and giggly and naked. Draco stood nude also. His slender body was purely beautiful. His erect nipples were coral pink just the color of his soft lips. His platinum hair was nearly as wild mine. I adored it when it got messy that way.

“Harry,” Ron’s voice called; it was uncharacteristically deep and husky, “I need you…”

I turned to the sound of Ron’s voice. “Ron can you f-fuck me?” my voice seemed foreign and perverse to my ears. I invaded my best friend’s personal space. “I know you’re a b-big boy Ron… p-please,” I hiccupped in his ear.

He grabbed me by the waist but it was too gentle. I knew with all that upper body strength he could easily throw me around. I pulled his shirt off. His broad chest was the same pinkish color of his face. I kissed his neck and then I worked my tongue and fingers over his collarbone and his nipples. I wanted to see more pink. More red.

Ron was so silent, even as I assaulted his body all I heard was an occasional gasp, and the sound of his rapid breathing. “Harry,” he choked out, “I need to f-fuck you-- how do I…?” his voice trailed off and Draco snorted in response. The blond was stretched out idly, on the couch.

Ron got even redder, “Shut the fuck up Malfoy!” he shouted violently, “I’m not a pro at this.”

“I know,” Malfoy jeered, “Don’t worry Weasley, I’ll get him wet,” Draco said and moment later he moved behind me. I heard him mumble something and suddenly I was all moist inside.

I giggled at the feeling.

Draco pressed a finger inside of me and I groaned, “All done…now Weasley, just do what comes naturally,” he purred.

Ron glared, but lust overcame him. He looked at me with the same look he had in his eyes when he was starving. I got down on all fours and wiggled my bottom enticingly.

Ron took the bait. In just moments I felt him slowly pushing into my entrance. I grinned inwardly savoring the feeling of Ron’s virginity slowly driving into my body.

Malfoy stood in front of me, “Look at me angel,” he requested, just as Ron began forging out a steady rhythm.

I glanced up into Draco’s gorgeous face. His creamy alabaster skin held the prettiest pink glow right around his cheeks.

Ron was humping me harder and I started to groan as he pushed in deeper.

“Does it feel good?” Malfoy asked fingering my hair. His hardened cock was so near to my face and he was rubbing it in time with Ron’s thrusts. I couldn’t answer because all of my words came out as swear words.

“Look at everything I do for you…” Draco sighed. I was so tipsy I could literally feel every single sensation. I gripped the white rug and screamed as Ron pushed faster, deeper, harder.

Draco pulled at my hair and pressed his cock to my lips. “Shh,” he whispered in the perverse likeness of someone comforting a crying child. Instinctively, I opened wide to envelope his member. He pressed it deep nearly gagging me. I moaned against it.

“Look at you, you kinky little slut… filled at both ends…” Draco groaned. I tried to speak as Ron pushed in particularly hard; it came out in a loud muffled moan over Malfoy’s cock.

“Oh fuck!! Harry!!” Ron was screaming and he was so frantic with his thrusting now.

“Don’t cum yet Weasley…” Draco hissed. Draco shoved his cock deeper into my mouth with every push.

“Shit!! Oh Shit!!! Harry!! Oh shit!!” Ron cried out slumping against me. My ass was being filled with his hot sticky seed. Malfoy slid his member out of my suckling grasp. I still hadn’t cum yet and neither had he. My eyes burned with desperate anxious tears. I was loosing my footing. My vision was blurred and my body shook from withdrawal. Draco lifted me to my feet and took me to the couch.

“It’s okay… it’s almost finished,” Malfoy whispered. He sat me down on his cock and began pushing inside of me. I started to swear again. I lifted myself and fell back on him. I watched Ron watching us.

“Weasley, come here and put your mouth on his pretty cock,” Draco hissed against my ear.

He began kissing and biting at my earlobe. Ron crawled over and grabbed onto me. His grip was rough and I cried out so anxious. I was writhing against Malfoy. Nothing made sense anymore it was all a blur.

Ron was sloppy and wet with his sucking but it didn’t make a difference he still brought me higher and higher and higher and higher until…

My grip tightened, my toes curled, my back arched, I couldn’t stop screaming, my mind went blank, and everything building within me exploded outwards. I was spasming so violently against Draco I was shocked that he still gripped me firmly around the waist. I could feel his cum spilling inside of me as the intensity of his orgasm coincided with mine.

Only after I caught my breath, did I realize that Draco had bitten me hard on the shoulder and it stung leaving another nasty tooth shaped bruise. God, I was marked all over in my sins while Draco’s hardly left a trace.

Draco held my right hand and rested his other hand against my stomach; it rose and fell with decreasingly urgent breaths. Every staggered breath I took brought me closer to relaxation, but my body was still tense. My mind was foggy and I hiccupped and rested my head against Malfoy, tiredly.

“Once again,” the unexpected sound of the baritone voice jolted my nearly useless body back to life, “I have to ask if you boys are ever satisfied?” Professor Snape stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, an impish look on his face.

“Oh Professor…” I groaned. Malfoy chuckled softly against me and Ron appeared utterly horrified. He had grabbed my jacket and attempted to shield himself while wiping excess cum from his lips.

“Weasley, how on earth did you get your dimwitted, self involved in this mess?” Severus asked. He eyed Ron as he walked into the room.

“I’m like a teacher t-too S-ssseveruss,” I slurred loudly, “I g-gave him an O! And guess w-what O s-stands for this time--” I stood up too excited, and then I stumbled slightly.

“I can imagine Potter,” Severus sighed, pressing the back of his hand to my forehead. “Do I smell alcohol? Draco? You gave him alcohol?”

“A little bit,” Draco said softly.

“And what made you think the golden boy would be able to handle his liquor?” Snape raised an eyebrow.

“I c-can,” I stuttered, offended.

“It was Sirius who gave him alcohol for the first time. When we were fucking on the--” Malfoy started, but he bit his lip at the bitter, icy look that suddenly overcame Snape’s features.

“Don’t tell me you fucked that--” Severus’ eyes flashed, “that filthy dog!”

I pressed my lips together to keep from giggling and I nodded my head solemnly.

“Damn…” Snape growled watching me, like I was suddenly contaminated, “He’s your godfather Potter!”

I nodded again.

“Did you like it?” Snape glared. I looked at the ground. I felt like I was gonna black out.

“He was getting addicted to it,” Malfoy said lazily.

I reached for Snape’s cock anxiously but he turned away from me and I stumbled, landing roughly on my hands and knees.

“All of you get dressed, we are going back to the school,” he said officially.

“Professor Snape you d-didn’t watch us er--earlier, d-did you?!” Ron asked still terrified and confused and humiliated.

Severus narrowed his eyes, “Of course not, Weasley. What kind of Professor would I be if I stood here watching my students fornicate?”

I giggled at the same time that Malfoy snorted.

“Uh??” Ron looked like he wanted to say something obvious but he was prevented by the simple fact that Snape… scared the hell out of him.

“Malfoy, Potter, you both have detention, for your indiscriminate alcohol abuse,” Snape glared at us coldly, “We will further discuss your punishments at that time. Oh and Weasley, consider this a warning. Don’t let me catch you with these boys again!”

Ron swallowed hard and Professor Snape left the room.

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A/N:I was slightly bothered by the angst that came with Harry/Ron; and the inclusion of Ron in general lol, which seemed like a better idea in my head.(I realized I do love Ron but just not with Harry...or Draco...). So I took some advice from the reviewers and I reworked the story. In any case feedback is very much appreciated :) Lemme know what you think of it so far and if you're still interested... Thanks!