Overdose

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Ron
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I raced around the quidditch pitch eagerly anticipating the coming evening. This was a very big night, Harry was at stake and I had to win him over. I recalled the previous day when the idea first entered my head.
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"I can't stand Malfoy. Look at him! What does Harry see in him?" I glowered, “Well, besides his dick, which isn’t that great.”

Hermione ignored me. She was sitting next to me in the stands at the quidditch match. Hufflepuff was playing Ravenclaw, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Harry and Malfoy seated a couple rows behind us.

“I mean I guess his body is okay, kind of pale though. He has soft skin, I guess. I didn’t really get to touch it--” I rambled on distractedly.

"Ron, would you stop talking about Malfoy? I'm starting to get the idea that it’s him you’ve got a crush on," Hermione sounded irritated. She was busy fussing with her omnioculars.

I gasped.

"Do not even joke like that Hermione," I hissed looking around to see if anybody overheard her.

"Anyways," I continued my rant, "If Harry loves Malfoy so much, then why did he spend so much time making out with me?"

Hermione turned to me exasperated, "Do you want to know what I think?" she snapped.

I gazed at her open-mouthed and nodded my head.

“I think you and Harry acted like dumb horny boys. That threesome was a horrible idea,"she berated me, "especially since you guys are best friends. You knew beforehand how Harry and Malfoy behaved, why would you participate in it?”

There was no reasonable answer because she was right. I had no excuse. I knew they were kinky, I had seen it! But still I did not regret the threesome. I couldn’t have dreamt up a hotter way to lose my virginity.

"You know what? Harry is just acting like Malfoy," I concluded, avoiding her statement altogether. I knew Harry better than anybody and I was certain I could turn him back into Harry. I could give him a healthy relationship. “Besides, Malfoy is too pretty. Harry needs someone more manly,” I sat up straight and threw back my shoulders pompously.

Hermione sighed, "Ron, I do not want to discuss Malfoy anymore. In fact, I don't want to discuss anything about either of them. I just want to find my boyfriend and see his team win."

I snorted, "Hermione you don’t honestly believe Ravenclaw will win?!"

She glared and turned to face the pitch. We sat in silence and my attention drifted in and out of the game. Then, like a ton of bricks, it hit me.

"Hermione!" I shouted, "I think I'll challenge Malfoy!"

Hermione ignored me but Dean and Ginny glanced at me curiously. They were seated on the other side of Hermione.

"Challenge him how, mate?" Seamus turned around, amused. He sat right in front of us.

"I'll challenge him to a quidditch match. If I win I get Harry if he wins well-- that won't happen," I said confidently.

Hermione slugged me on the shoulder.

"Ouch what was that for?" I snapped.

"It's a stupid idea Ron," she said coolly.

"Hermione's right Ron, do you really think Harry would go for that? He's been with Malfoy for about a year now," Ginny added.

"Oh shut up Ginny," I said like I was speaking to an irksome fly, “no one asked you.”

She glared at me, "Grow up Ron!" she sneered, and she turned to face her boyfriend, Dean.

I ignored the girls. "Seamus. Dean. I need your help," I told them. They exchanged grins and nodded.

“Ron it won’t work,” Hermione said annoyingly. Of course it would work. Harry said himself, he was a sucker for a talented quidditch player, and I was just that.

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Dusk had finally arrived and I stood on the quidditch pitch confidently awaiting the emergence of the spoiled aristocrat.

Dean, Seamus, and Ginny had joined me on the pitch. They were in the air, playfully tossing the quaffle around. Hermione sat in the stands with a thick book opened in front of her. Her attention, however, was focused on Corner as they were apparently deep in conversation.

I watched the castle, impatiently wringing my hands around the handle of my broom. Finally, I caught sight of Malfoy approaching the pitch. He was gripping Harry’s hand. In his other hand, he carried his Nimbus.

Malfoy wore a grey sweater-vest with a green and black argyle pattern on the front. Underneath the he wore a black silk long-sleeved shirt tucked inside of black slacks. His usually neat silver mane was mussed all about his head. It whipped around easily in the breeze.

Harry was wearing a dark blue, knitted sweater that accentuated his slender figure along with loose fitting muggle blue jeans. Malfoy’s hat covered Harry’s messy black locks. It was a gray fedora with a green hatband. The brim of the hat came down low, shielding his green eyes from immediate view.

For all intents and purposes they appeared to be a typical teenage couple, but I knew better, their sex life was far from typical.

Harry let go of Malfoy’s hand and stormed towards me.

I crossed my arms over my chest, eyeing his hat bitterly, “So are you gonna start dressing like that prick too?!” I spat.

“What the hell is this Ron? Why did you bring all of these people here?” he hissed.

“So I can prove to everyone that you belong with me,” I said extravagantly.

“Oh my god what made you think--”Harry started, while eyeing Seamus, Dean, and Ginny who landed behind me.

“I know you adore good quidditch players,” I interrupted him.

“So what?!” Harry balked. Malfoy approached us and gently stroked Harry’s shoulder causing Harry to close his eyes.

“Why don’t you just be honest with yourself Weasel? Malfoy smirked, "it’s me you want." His platinum hair spilled beautifully, into his wicked, stormy grey eyes.

“What did you say, Malfoy?” I spat menacingly.

“You don’t want Potter you just don’t want me to have him,” he sneered.

My heart sped up. Hating him would be easier if he wasn’t so damn sexy.

“Of c-course you'd m-make it about you!” I stuttered heatedly.

“Are you and your little ‘Gryffindor crew’ planning to knock me off of my broom?” he jeered.

“Actually Malfoy, it’s a game of love,” I said coolly.

He searched my eyes attempting to find some pretense of humor. I gave him none.

He snorted, “Of course it is."

“The winner gets Harry’s kiss,” I said simply.

Harry crossed his arms over his chest and raised his eyebrows as if to say 'oh really?'

“Normally, I’m a keeper,” I continued before Harry could interrupt, “you’re a seeker, but today we’re both chasers. Dean and Seamus said they will be keepers. Ginny will referee. Whoever gets the most points into the other person’s goal in 10 minutes wins. Are you ready?” I asked.

“Wow you really thought this through didn’t you?” he grinned.

“Yes I did!” I snapped, “And Hermione only helped a little.”

I hadn’t meant to divulge that last part but I was slightly disarmed by his unexpected grin.

“Well, why not?” Malfoy shrugged and straddled his broom.

“If I win, I win. And if I lose…” he paused to glance at Harry, who watched us anxiously. “Well, I still win…” Malfoy finished, laughing smugly and with that he took off into the air.

I shot off into the sky after him.

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Draco POV
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Damn.

Weasley should’ve been a chaser. His skills were remarkably better when he wasn’t being watched by the whole school. Or maybe it was his desire for Harry.

Either way I was not prepared for what I walked into. I had some marginal chasing abilities but I was a better seeker. When he whizzed by me on his cleansweep series broomstick and attempted to knock me off of my broom, I knew I had to step up my game.

Real or imagined, I would never half ass any game in which Potter was the prize. I finally got my hands on the quaffle. I circled the field and attempted to get a good angle to lodge it past Finnigan, who was guarding Weasley’s goal. I tossed it only to see Weasley show up out of the blue and catch it.

Okay.

He was a decent keeper also.

He raced towards the other side of the pitch, but I passed him easily on my streamlined nimbus.

“Why didn’t you release the bludgers Weasel?” I taunted as I attempted to wrestle the quaffle from his hands.

“Better hurry Malfoy! I already have one point,” he growled, as I captured the quaffle and raced past him. He was too far back to keep up so all I had to do was deal with Finnigan.


I hurled the quaffle as hard as I could at his face and he dodged it reaching his hands up blindly. The quaffle narrowly passed his hands and flew into the goal.

“That’s one for one, Weasley!” I screamed and circled the field, elated. He glared.

It was Weasley’s turn with the ball and he weaved skillfully through the air trying to lose me, as I was relying on mostly on the speed of my broom.

I saw Thomas valiantly protecting my goal. Poor dumb Gryffindors always so fair and just. So far, I hadn’t seen Thomas do anything to purposely sabotage me.

Weasley hurtled the ball towards my goal, just then Thomas appeared to sneeze. The quaffle easily shot past him into my goal.

They were all fucking cheaters, the whole lot of them. I lost no sleep over it though, because I probably would’ve done the same thing.

“One more minute!!!” I heard the girl Weasley’s voice slightly magnified. I glanced at Harry sitting next to Granger and Corner. She wore his hat as he reclined in the stands. His shining eyes met mine and he grinned.It was my last chance. I had to at least tie the game if I couldn’t win it.


I retrieved the quaffle and dove. I moved with agility I never knew I possessed and raced towards Weasley’s goal post. In my last attempt I threw the quaffle as hard as I could towards the post and shut my eyes…

When I opened them again the Weasel was cheering in triumph. He raced to Finnigan and gave him a high five, “Great save mate!!”

The redhead raised his hands in the air in celebration, while I landed on the ground below, feeling quite deflated.

“You lose!” Weasley gloated landing roughly behind me.

“Fine Weasley, and what do you want a medal?” I sneered.

“I want Harry,” he said coolly.

“The odds were against me you and you’re Gryffindor friends cheated,” I grumbled.

“Did not! It was perfectly fair Malfoy!” the weasel spat.



“It was fair, Draco,” I turned around and saw Harry standing behind me, “you just suck at quidditch,” the green eyed boy smirked.

I couldn’t help but to grin, “Fuck you,” I pouted.

“I was hoping you would say that,” Harry said impishly.

“Harry I won!” Weasley snapped. He had just finished high fiving the other two Gryffindor boys.

Thomas, Finnigan, and the girl Weasley soared back into the air and left just the three of us on the ground.

“Ron I know and I’ll kiss you but— well, Draco’s my boyfriend, and I love him,” Harry said weakly.

The weasel’s ears reddened, and his shoulders slumped, “Harry, come on. I’m your best friend!”

“I was hoping-- it could stay that way, if you don’t mind…” Harry bit his lip.

It was Weasley’s turn to pout. “Of course, I don’t mind,” he grumbled, glaring at me, “but I’ll be here if you ever get tired of fucking him…”

Harry nodded and turned to me, shooting me a sly grin, “Better keep me interested Malfoy…” he teased.

“Anything you want Potter,” I smirked.

As if the weasel could handle that boy anyway. He’d need a lot of practice, just to attempt to satisfy Potter. The purest nature of Harry Potter was his sexuality. That’s what drew me to him and got me hooked.

The weasel cornered me, “You think I’m kidding Malfoy, but I’m gonna win him. One of these days. I promise,” he whispered in my ear.

“I’m not worried Weasley, I’ve been inside of him so many times he’s got me pulsing through his veins,” I replied coldly.

“Pervert,” he spat.

I shrugged.

He scowled at me one last time and then stalked off of the field.

"God, I feel bad," Harry sighed.

"Harry, honestly, he'll probably have another sexual experience and be over you by the end of this week," I said quickly.

"I know but still... " his voice faded. I anxiously fingered my broomstick.

"Potter, please tell me again that you love me," I said.

He looked at me curiously, "Why?"

Because I need to know you have no feelings for the redhead. Because I need to know you won't leave me for him. Because I’d be fucking lost without you. Because it makes me warm all over when you look at me and say those three words.

"Just say it Potter, I need to hear it," I snapped.

He grinned and gazed into my eyes, "I love you, Draco."

My body reacted by tingling heatedly, and I couldn’t fight the smile that slowly spread across my face.

“So..." Harry sidled up to me, "were you serious about trying something new?”

"What are you thinking about Potter?” I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed him on the cheek.


“Well we’re pretty good at three-- I was thinking maybe we could try four…” he hesitated. Such a nasty little sex fiend.

I pressed my lips against his for just a moment, "Who?"

He shivered, and bit his lip, "Severus...and um... Lucius."

I pressed my palm against the small of his back, regretting what I'd told him about my father’s sordid past.

“Whore,” I whispered in his ear.

"I had a dream," he winced and he rested his forehead against mine.

"Then I'll have no choice but to make it come true," I beamed, brushing back his hair with my fingers.
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“Okay so let me get this straight? You two spent all summer having sex with the mutt?!” Professor Snape hissed.

He was pacing back and forth in his office. Potter sat on his desk and I stood posted next to the small dungeon window. We were supposed to be in 'detention.'

“Yea,” I said dully.

"Did you get any fleas?" Snape spat, his eyes were wild and his tone was laced in bitterness.

"Severus," Harry sighed gently.

He got to his feet and stopped Snape in his tracks, "It was just sex..." he whispered. Harry twirled his fingers through black shoulder length hair.

Snape watched Harry and the fury in his eyes began to give way to lust.

“I want to know what you did, with him..." Snape said and I couldn't shake the thought that I'd heard a note of intrigue behind his blatant disgust.

I raised my eyebrows, "Seriously?"

He glared at me, "Did I not make myself clear Mr. Malfoy?"

"Okay sir... If you insist," I smiled, "Harry why don't you tell him about your birthday..."

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A/N: I hope this was a good enough ending. Ron is finally out of the picture. Phew! I'll try to make it up to him perhaps... in a different story. Perhaps not ;) Anyways lemme know what you think. And I created a little flashback chappie for Sirius in appreciation for the reviewers who are interested!! Thanks soo much for reading :))