Overdose

Draco

“It’s scaring me,” Potter whispered in my ear. His chest was pressed against my back. He held me from behind spooning against me. His fingers interlocked with mine and I took a deep breath.

“If you don’t think you can handle kissing him Potter… then don’t,” I replied coolly.

“Do you even care?” he mumbled. Of course I cared! Of course I fucking cared!! He was my boyfriend how dare he even mention having feelings for that stupid, inexperienced, redheaded twit?

“Potter I love you. Weasel was a mistake so let’s just forget about it and move on,” I said irritated. I pulled away from his embrace and turned to face him.

“Weasley!” Harry snapped at me, for the umpteenth time.

It had been a week since we’d slept with the weasel and the redhead was still pining after Harry. At the present moment Potter and I were lying in my bed. It was early evening and my dorm room was empty, which was rare.

“God, Draco my body is craving sex, it’s always on my mind…” Harry said and he sounded uneasy.

“Now you know how I feel,” I gazed into his eyes.

“Ron still wants me," he started, "and I’m so tempted…to climb into his bed every night... and fuck him till he can’t see straight,” he was searching my eyes, in an attempt to gage my response.

“He doesn’t want you, he wants the feeling he feels when he's climaxing. And if you start fucking him... I’m not gonna share you anymore Potter,” my voice was bitter.

Harry scoffed, “Share me? You don’t own me Malfoy,” he snapped.

“There are two people in this relationship Potter, I know I usually let you walk all over me because I crave that ass and--” I started.

“Oh sure Malfoy, you would marry me for my ass,” Harry snorted, “maybe you and my ass should get married instead. I don’t want to get between your love affair.”

I laughed and he tried to bite back a grin.

“Look, Potter, I am begging you, tell the weasel off! Just say something or do something that will make him stop pursuing you,” I pleaded. My heart couldn't take it if I was faced with losing him again.

“Like what? He’s my best friend,” Harry whined.

“Tell him about one of your dirty little dreams,” I smirked, “That’d scare him…”

He blushed, “I could never.”

“Then figure something else out! But tell me I won’t see him anymore; dragging his tail between his legs, chasing you around the school like a lovesick little puppy dog,” I spat.

“You are so mean,” he murmured.

“I’m mean?!” I held my chest in mock surprise, “Potter you take the cake. You led your 'best friend' all the way into your bed and now, when you have him dangling off of a cliff, you want to cut him down…”

Harry looked at me. It seemed to hit him hard, what I’d said, and his face was etched in guilt. “I--” he choked, “I should…” his voice trailed off, “I made a mistake.”

“You made several mistakes, letting me fuck with your mind was just the first,” I brushed the hair out of his pretty eyes.

“I should really be leaving you, for him,” he mumbled softly. I wasn't too alarmed, he'd said things like this before when we fought during the summer.

“Your body wouldn’t be able to rid itself of me that easily,” I said quietly. It was true, every night he needed me no matter how hard we bumped heads during the daytime. It was a dysfunctional addiction that went both ways.

The door to my suite opened up and Blaise stepped inside. He paused when he saw we were present, “I’ll er-- I’ll come back--” he said nervously.

He had been waffling back and forth on whether or not he was intrested in a threeway. Amusingly, I heard him one night in his sleep moaning my name. I told Harry about this incident and we both agreed that it was a sign that he was definitely interested.

He just needed a little push.

“No,” I said sitting up in my bed, “Stay, we were just talking,” I smiled. Blaise appeared even more uneasy at the uncharacteristic smile that spread across my face.

Harry turned to face the doorway where Blaise stood. He rested his upper body on his elbow and pressed his head against his shoulder. His silky locks fell back into his eyes.

“How is Roger?” Harry asked.

“R-roger?” Blaise said thickly, he was clearly befuddled by Harry’s sultry tone. I threaded Harry’s thick tresses between my fingers calmly.

“Roger Davies, your boyfriend?” I offered.

Blaise closed his eyes. He regained his arrogant composure and leaned lazily against the bedroom wall.

“Well, he wants to take a break,” Blaise said taking a deep dragging breath.

“A break? But why?” I asked dramatically. Harry rested his head back down on the bed, looking up at me. The pretty brunet was grinning, his pupils had dilated already.

“He said he thinks my affections are waning. I told him he was acting like a control freak and we both decided we were spending too much time together so…” Blaise sighed. He honestly looked hurt by his unfortunate relationship status.

“He works at the ministry, right?” I inquired about his older boyfriend.

“Yea,” Blaise said.

"A ravenclaw?" I asked, disdain laced my voice. He narrowed his eyes and did not respond.

“Interesting…” I chewed the inside of my cheek. Harry grazed the head of my cock with his fingertips. It was a clandestine action that Blaise did not witness, but it caused my body to tense up.

“Harry and I were talking about you guys the other day,” I started.

“Really?” Blaise narrowed his eyes. His glare fell just short of my face.

I followed his gaze as his brown eyes lingered upon my bare chest, before drifting down to Harry’s nude form, scantly covered by the bedsheets. The sheets did nothing but cling to every bit of Harry’s skin accentuating his lean, powerful thighs and the half exposed behind.

“We were talking about what a wonderful couple you guys were so devoted-- to each other--” I mused.

Blaise gave me a haughty look, “Fuck off Draco,” he snapped.

I grinned and Harry gripped my cock now causing me to gasp. Blaise walked to his bed and threw his book bag on top of his trunk.

“Blaise I know you have some naughty tricks up your sleeve. Do you make Roger squeal?” I asked breathily. Harry began stroking me.

Blaise gave me a wicked glare, “Wouldn’t you like to know Malfoy? Why is it that Potter wants me so badly?”

“Oh I don’t know Zabini…” I said softly, “Maybe because rumor has it that you’re a sex god. Maybe because they say your cock is so thick, Potter’s tight little hole would only be able to take the tip,” I hissed.

Blaise closed his eyes again. He looked like he was trying to readjust his train of thought. Harry sat up in front of me.

“Blaise I can do things Roger can’t do…” Harry promised and every word he spoke glittered and dripped with sex.

I kissed the soft golden flesh of Harry’s shoulder, “We’re versatile Blaise… are you?” I asked.

Blaise began to undo his shirt. “I can be. Roger isn’t,” he sounded spiteful. His voice was deeper… more humid… and hotter. He kicked off his pants.

I appreciated the beauty of his body. His abdomen was sculpted with firm, lean muscles. His arms were impressively defined. I licked my lips eager to taste his glowing chocolate skin. My mouth watered at the sight of his extensively large, rigid member, twitching in anticipation. He was not shy about his nudity at all, and he had no fucking reason to be.

“You two are just perfect for each other. Aren’t you? Just perfectly wicked…” Blaise commented. I reached my arm across Harry’s chest and stroked his stiff cock, he moaned resting his back against my chest.

“I guess, as long as you don’t come between us,” I smirked, “Wait-- no-- actually, that’s exactly what we want…”

“You’re going to hell,” Blaise said; he approached the bed.

Harry gripped Blaise's cock eagerly. He stroked it while grinding his bottom into the bed. Blaise pushed anxiously against him. Harry got on his knees in front of Zabini filling his mouth with the thick toy.

I fingered Harry’s hair with one hand and grabbed Blaise by the back of his neck to pull his lips against mine. I melted as he parted my lips with his tongue and pressed it against my own writhing organ. I let go of Potter’s silky locks and dragged my glass fingernails over Blaise’s chest. Blaise groaned in my mouth, as Potter hit a sweet spot with his talented tongue.

Blaise started to gasp during our frenzied make out session. I stopped and stroked the back of his head.

“You’re not gonna cum yet. Are you?” I purred fingering the back of his ear.

“Are you kidding?” he hissed his voice was so breathy and raw.

Harry got to his feet licking his filthy, wet lips.

“Hot damn,” Blaise choked looking over Potter’s body, “This is what you get to play with every night Draco? No wonder you only think about one thing. Hot fucking damn!”

Harry climbed back into the bed grinning. Blaise and I watched his every little movement and my little devil… my little freak… got off on every bit of the attention.

“Lie down next to me,” Harry said softly eyeing the both of us.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” Blaise promised Potter. Harry flushed, even more turned on. Blaise climbed onto the bed with Harry at his right and me on his left.

I went down on Blaise’s cock so Harry could ravish his cinnamon lips.

“I bet Roger can’t make you feel this way,” I heard Harry whisper.

Blaise’s body tensed at the mention of his lover’s name in the midst of such frightening infidelity.

“Relax… Blaise, I told you, Davies can join us anytime…” I was straddling his legs lapping at the tip of his cock. I could still taste the remnants of Harry there.

“This had better not get back to him Draco,” Blaise growled.

Harry captured his mouth again, the golden boy became giddy and he straddled Blaise’s abdomen. He was on all fours his hands and knees on either side of bed surrounding Blaise’s torso. His lips still devoured Blaise’s mouth and his ass was exposed right in of me, teasing me. I could feel the heat radiating from inside of him.

I watched his hole, it was cherry red and swollen from the days earlier activities. I licked two fingers and slid them inside of Potter. At the same time that I entered him, I placed my mouth over Blaise’s cock. I felt his pelvis jerk slightly. He was tempted to thrust the full length of his member into my mouth. Once again I imagined asphyxiating right there, my throat full of my sin.

Harry moaned against Blaise’s lips, while I finger fucked his asshole. I stayed there for awhile varying the intensity and depth of the sensations I was providing them. Then I switched.

I gripped Blaise’s saliva soaked cock with my hand and began fisting it. Then I pressed my tongue inside of Potter’s tender hole. Potter screamed out and Blaise gasped. I wondered if Blaise was as enamored by the sound as I was.

I felt him beginning to thrust his pelvis against my hand.

“Fuck,” Blaise choked.

Harry keened against me while I stimulated them for just a bit longer. Finally, I pulled my hands and my mouth away, and rested on my hind legs at the foot of the bed. Harry was gasping for air. I brushed my silver hair out of my eyes and watched Potter slowly-- so slowly-- impale himself on Blaise’s overwhelming cock. Blaise sat up once Harry was filled and he flipped the boy on his back so he was on top.

“I like you a lot Potter,” Blaise purred, “you and Draco make a hot little pair.”

Harry squirmed as Blaise began thrusting. The green eyed boy was so overwhelmed. He rested his shoulders and head against my lap and I watched him take it. I caressed the side of his face soothingly.

“Don’t let him cum yet Blaise,” I whispered gripping jet black hair. Harry cried out, while Blaise kept his desperate fingers away from his swollen cock. I watched in awe as Harry mewled against me.

Blaise pulled out after awhile and Harry’s screams began to dissipate. The other Slytherin turned to me.

“I’ve been dying to cum inside of you Malfoy…” Blaise eyed me mischievously. Harry was breathing roughly.

“Okay Zabini…” I smirked. I lifted Harry gently and removed myself from the bed. “Come here Potter,” I said to my boyfriend.

Harry stood up his usual poise stained with clumsy, anxious lust. I steadied him and walked him towards the bedroom wall. I pressed him face first against the wall and pushed myself inside of him. Potter whined loudly.

“Very good,” I heard Blaise’s husky voice in my ear. He positioned himself, stroking the cleft of my ass softly. He lubricated two fingers with his saliva and pushed them inside of me. I groaned and pushed deeper inside of Harry, eliciting an anxious cry from the brunets lips.

Blaise pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his large cock. “Oh fuck,” I sighed against Harry’s jet black hair.

“You are fucking gorgeous Draco, damn you’re hot…” Blaise whispered pushing deep. I bit down on Harry’s shoulder and he screamed.

I reached around and stroked Harry’s cock. The sensations the sounds the feelings were getting me all disoriented. It was like up was down, back was right, front was straight, and left was purple.

I could feel Harry’s legs going weak, he was ready to spill. Blaise was fingering my hair and digging his fingernails into my waist. He split me and at the same time, I stuffed Harry to the hilt with every single thrust. It was an extraordinary moment when I felt my hand begin to burn with Harry’s white hot cum. I exploded deep inside of him and he was screaming against my desperate moans.

Blaise filled me two more times before he came gasping against my ear. He let go of my waist and pulled out. He stumbled backwards and sat down on the bed. Harry shuddered on the floor resting his head against the wall.

“Fuck,” Blaise spat. He was shaking. I worked to catch my breath seating myself on the floor next to Potter.

“Better get dressed Zabini,” My voice was light and airy. I pulled Harry’s anxious body against me and he rested his head in my lap. Blaise looked unable to move he just watched the two of us still struggling to breathe.

“Fuck,” he muttered again. Blaise’s lips had flushed red and his brown skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat.

After a few more minutes Blaise finally stood up.

“Was it worth it Zabini?” Harry asked softly circling my nipples with his fingertips.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked heatedly, “I’m getting hard again…just watching you two.”

He climbed into his pajamas. “Mm, I guess that ought to give you incentive to make up with Davies?” I smirked.

“This never gets out, I was never with you two do you understand?” Blaise glared.

“You’re secret is safe… we won’t tell anyone how big your cock is,” I grinned.

Harry chuckled quietly against me.

“Well I suppose you could let that rumor circulate,” Blaise smirked wickedly. He grabbed his bookbag and headed down to the common room to work on his homework. He ran into an unsuspecting Nott on his way out.

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The following afternoon Weasley approached me with his broomstick in hand, "Okay Malfoy!!"

"Okay?" I raised my eyebrows pondering what I'd just agreed to. I was seated outside under a tree by the lake with Pansy. We were studying different apparition techniques.

"We are going to compete," The redhead glared.

"Compete?" I asked dumbfounded.

“In a quidditch match!” Weasley snapped.

“Quidditch?”

"Yes Malfoy continue to repeat everything I say in the form of a question, that's not annoying at all," He growled.

"Weasley what the hell are you talking about? I know I'm damn good in bed but you can't possibly be competing with Potter for my affection, you know you'd lose," I said amused.

"Draco you didn’t sleep with him, did you?" Pansy gasped.

His pale skin flooded red and I watched him taste his lips subconsciously.

"We are going to compete on the quidditch pitch-- for Harry! You self-centred prick!" he sneered. Apparently Harry hadn’t handled this problem with Weasley at all.

"Newsflash weasel! I don't have to compete I already have him," I drawled.

"He has feelings for me," Weasley said arrogantly.

"I know, he told me he's been kissing you," I said coolly.

"Yup," the redhead grinned triumphantly.

"How cute," I mocked, getting to my feet, "He wants to do other things to you too. Do you think you can handle him?"

I could tell the redhead found me attractive because he backed away as I moved closer, despite the fact that he was taller than me and slightly more muscular.

"He wants to fuck you in that little dump your family lives in. He wants to scream on your cock till your daddy walks in and spanks him," I said. I backed him into the tree trunk and fingered red hair. "Can you handle that?" I nibbled his earlobe and he shuddered.

"Please Draco he's a Gryffindor they don't do such nasty things," Pansy taunted.

"You made that up," Weasley choked.

"Are you shitting me? That's from your own best friend’s filthy mind. I couldn't dream that if I wanted to..." I hissed and this time I nibbled on his neck.

He groaned, "G-get away Malfoy! Y-you make him act like that! I’ll show him he doesn’t need to have sex all the time to be happy. I’ll s-show him w-what real love should feel like," Weasley's forehead housed little beads of sweat.

"Alright Weasley fine," I stepped back. "I'll play your little game, because it doesn't seem reason appeals to you very much."

"Good," he ignored my insult, "meet me on the quidditch pitch at dusk!" he said trying but failing to sound ominous. "And don't forget your broom," He turned on his heel and stormed away.

I was left wondering what exactly he had in mind.



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A/N: Well I am still struggling with Ron lol. But I am pushing through because I'd hate to leave the story unresolved. I am sorry it took so long to update again but once again I am struggling. Any who I hope it is still entertaining. I wrote it kind of fast so let me know if there are any glaring errors. Please don't flame though. Next chapter will be the last one :) I am thinking about an epilogue flashback the peeps who are interested in Sirius ;) Let me know if that sounds good!