The Doppelganger Dilemma

Mynuet

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 07/10/2003
Last Updated: 07/10/2003
Status: completed

Sequel to 'Anticipation'. Draco's plans for the Doppelganger Potion go slightly awry. Whatever will Ginny do when confronted with TWO Dracos?

Chapters

1. A Tale of Two Dracos

1. A Tale of Two Dracos

The Doppelganger Dilemma

or

A Tale of Two Dracos

by Sharlene/Mynuet

There is a long and honorable tradition in research of using oneself as a test subject for the final experimental form of a drug, potion, or, in the case of the Weasley twins, pranks. If there had been any conceivable way to avoid it, Draco Malfoy would have happily opted out of this tradition. However, testing it on anyone else would have led to awkward questions, and testing it on its intended recipient would put Draco at risk of a severe case of no nookie if anything went wrong.

And that was why, on this particular evening, Draco Malfoy, Interim Professor of Potions at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry was staring at a vial of doppelganger potion with a distinct lack of anticipation. He could always just give up the idea. That's what the logical part of his brain suggested. It was quite firmly drowned out by his libido, which presented a strong case of visual aids culled out of the memory of Ginny's pictures and a very active imagination.

Grimacing, he took the cork out of the vial and drank down the contents, smacking his lips at the unexpected flavor of aniseed. Within seconds, his vision blurred, and then cleared, leaving him facing a complete mirror image of himself... Except apparently the potion didn't duplicate clothes.

Naked Draco smirked. "So. Here we are."

"We are indeed," said the original Draco. "I take it that you're not a mindless slave, then."

"That's never been one of our most prevalent qualities, no." Naked Draco shrugged. "I know I'm a copy, but I've got all your memories. If I concentrate, I can even access your thoughts right now."

Draco decided to test whether that went both ways and had to fight off a feeling strangely like vertigo at seeing himself from eyes that were several feet away. "Hmm. Of course, I couldn't send you to class and stay in bed. I'd get jealous of myself, and I'm a nasty bugger when I'm irritated."

"Too right," said the second Draco. "Let's just knock out some of this paperwork until the potion wears off." The two Dracos worked in perfect accord, once a second quill and ink bottle had been conjured up. The second one had pulled on a dressing gown, and the original one had kicked off his shoes and loosened the fastenings of his robe, and the only sound in the room was the scratching of quill on parchment.

Until there was a noise outside the door and it started to swing open. The two Dracos looked at each other in panic. Ginny was supposed to be away from the castle tonight, visiting her family. That's why tonight had been the night for the experiment, so that she wouldn't find out until he knew it worked and had had a chance to talk her into taking it.

"God, I can't believe them. A whole evening of being interrogated about why I don't go out on dates, interspersed with lectures about needing to find a nice boy to marry and have babies, but only nine months after the wedding or later, because he'll never buy the cow if he gets the milk for free." Ginny had shuffled in, casting the silencing and locking charms on the room by force of habit as she moved towards the small bathroom.

"It's not like I don't want to get married someday, but if they try to set me up with one more bloody Hufflepuff, I'm going to scream. I'm not looking for a husband right now, no matter how loyal." As her voice drifted out from the bathroom, where she was probably removing her makeup and washing her face as she did every night, the Dracos were looking at each other with concern. Their Ginny? Marrying a Hufflepuff? This had to be nipped in the bud.

She came out of the bathroom, her face buried in a towel as she scrubbed at her skin. "I might just go back to my room, I don't--"

The end of her sentence was lost to the ages as she finally looked and noticed double the number of boyfriends that she was expecting to see. "Draco?"

"Yes?" came the chorus from two throats. She looked from one, still dressed but disheveled in a way that screamed for her to mess him up some more, and then the other, lounging indolently in a silk dressing gown which she knew he never wore anything beneath.

Ginny's face went very still, and the Dracos kept identically bland facades while wincing internally. They weren't sure how she would react, but their best guess involved a lot of screaming.

Then her robes hit the floor and each Draco raised an eyebrow in perfect synchronization with the other one. Her shoes landed perilously close to the fire and her bra was draped fetchingly over the inkstand as she closed in on the Draco in the dressing gown and kissed him hungrily. The other Draco was torn between a mild sort of jealousy and thinking how very good he and Ginny looked together.

Eventually Ginny detached herself from the copy Draco's face and turned to the first Draco. He found himself being kissed to within an inch of his life by an armful of curvy redhead, and had no complaints whatsoever, except perhaps that he was wearing too much clothing. The other Draco came up behind Ginny and started kissing her neck in the spots that were absolutely guaranteed to make her melt. She went boneless, only the two men's arms on her holding her up.

After a deliciously long moment, she broke away and both men looked at her curiously, then tried not to wince as she responded with The Look. Draco had thought to himself on any number of occasions that the basilisk had been entirely unnecessary in the whole Chamber of Secrets business; She could petrify people with just The Look, let alone when it was combined with the hands on the hips. The Look almost always spelled doom, although on at least one occasion it had spelled something extremely pleasant, even if he hadn't been able to walk straight the next day, and some of the bruises took ages to fade. Either way, however, the fact remained: The Look was dangerous.

"I don't know how there are two of you, or what plot your little Slytherin brain had hatched." The Dracos could no more have prevented themselves from flinching than they could stop themselves from looking at the way her deep breaths were making her breasts bounce. "I do know, however, that if there is not a menage a trois planned, you had best revise your plans to include it."

The two Dracos exchanged a look, trying to confirm what they thought they heard. She smirked, sending the ambient temperature of the room up by several degrees, then said clearly, "If the two of you aren't kissing within the next ten seconds, I will use the Imperius Curse to press the issue."

"Really, Gin, an Unforgivable?" came from the original Draco.

"No woman on the Wizengamot would vote to convict," Ginny said. "Five... Four..."

The copy Draco had put his hand on the original's shoulder. "What the hell. Haven't we always said we'd fuck us if we were a girl?"

"Plus, she's not kidding about the cursing," said the original with a nod.

Keeping an eye out for any sudden wand movements from Ginny, the Dracos turned to each other, identically thin, soft lips meeting tentatively at first, all four hands kept firmly on shoulders. It was awkward as hell for someone used to kissing someone several inches shorter and female to find themselves kissing a male of equal height, but they managed, all the while stealing glances at Ginny.

They didn't think she realized she wasn't breathing, let alone that her hand was stroking over her stomach and chest in a manner that was distinctly erotic. Her skin was flushed, her eyes were glassy, and if the Dracos were to judge the matter, she was more turned on that she'd ever been in her life.

Grey eyes met grey, and the kissing paused for a moment so they could exchange smirks. If just a little bit of light kissing did that much for her, then at long last, the upper hand would belong firmly to Draco Malfoy... Both of him.

The first Draco slid his hands down the second one's arms, thinking that all those hours spent exercising were really paying off. He flicked his tongue against the other's lips as the other brought his hands up to start working on the clasps of Draco's robes. As their tongues dueled and he felt his robes being pushed off his shoulders, Draco looked over to see that Ginny's hand had moved up and was now massaging one of her breasts in an absent manner while her gaze was completely fixated on their liplock.

He closed his eyes for a moment as the other Draco moved down to kiss his neck, just like Ginny always did, but entirely unlike at the same time. It was really odd to feel the silk of his dressing gown rubbing against him where someone else was wearing it, and as for the feeling of stubble scratching his skin where the other Draco was nibbling on his Adam's apple, well, it was downright queer.

Draco almost laughed at the word his mind had chosen, a soft puff of air escaping to ruffle the blond hair of his partner. But it wasn't really, was it? Because it was him, just in two bodies instead of one. If you got right down to it, this wasn't homosexuality so much as just a really complex form of wanking.

Satisfied with that logic, and sneaking a glance at the way Ginny seemed to be overheating, he decided to up the stakes by sliding the dressing gown off of the other Draco's shoulders and running his hands down his back. The now-naked Draco arched an eyebrow and smiled as he came back to press another kiss onto his lips, their tongues dancing as hands slid to Draco's boxers and started pushing them down.

The second Draco ended up on his knees in front of the first one, and took a deep breath before pressing a kiss to one of his upper thighs, just beside the jutting penis. Draco thought, rather irrelevantly, of Blaise Zabini, who had been extremely flexible and swore that there was no feeling like sucking your own cock. Draco wasn't sure what he thought of the very real possibility that he might be about to find out.

There was a whimpering noise and a thud, and the Dracos turned to see that Ginny was now on the floor, her legs sprawled in front of her and one hand working busily between them. With a slow smile, the kneeling Draco crawled over to her, licking and nibbling his way up the inside of her legs. The other one dropped down to sit behind her, his legs open around hers as his arms wrapped around to pull her close and his lips started kissing her shoulders and the nape of her neck.

"Comfy, Gin?" he purred into her ear as she writhed back against him, moans pouring from her as the second Draco traced his tongue delicately over his target.

She made some kind of noise that was probably intended to be affirmation, but the Draco behind her said, "You know, the floor is awfully hard. I think maybe she'd be more comfortable in my lap."

The second Draco paused in his ministrations long enough to grin. "We wouldn't want our poor darling to suffer from exposure to the cold stone."

"Perish the thought," said the first Draco as he lifted her up, bringing his legs together and settling her on his cock with the able assistance of his other self. He allowed the other Draco to manipulate their limbs so that they ended up with the first Draco's legs bent and slightly spread, with his weight supported on his hands behind him. Ginny was straddling his legs, her back resting on his chest and his cock inside of her, and not objecting in the least. The second Draco was lying between their legs, and as soon as they were settled to his satisfaction, he turned back to Ginny and started once again to indulge himself in licking at his favorite treat.

He probably shouldn't have enjoyed it as much as he did. Draco's hands were pushing against the rough stone of the floor as he fought for control. His other self had one hand on Ginny's thigh and one on Draco's, and his tongue moved nimbly around where he and Ginny were joined, causing Ginny to make keening noises and Draco to have to go over the master table of potions ingredients in order to avoid the climax he could feel building.

Closing his eyes, he leaned back to concentrate and he shared the other Draco's mind for a moment, could see what he saw, feel what he felt, taste what he tasted. That was enough to send him over the edge and he bucked up into Ginny, hard, biting his lip hard enough to bleed as she tightened around him, milking him completely of his climax as she clutched the other Draco's hair and screamed her pleasure.

She was still panting as she was lifted up and carried to the bed. The Draco left behind on the floor watched as his double set Ginny on the edge of the bed and lifted her pliant legs to his shoulders. He was thrusting into her wildly, hard and fast and animalistic, and the noises Ginny was making indicated that this was driving her completely out of her mind. As he watched his other self fucking the hell out of his girlfriend, two things became very clear to Draco. One was that he should install a lot more mirrors in his bedroom, as he apparently had a voyeuristic streak. The other one was that the potential side effect listed in the potion book was completely true; he'd normally need a good half hour of recovery time after an orgasm like that one had been, but he was already hard again.

Standing gracefully, he sauntered over to the bed and gave his double's bum a short slap. The noise was met with a shriek from Ginny, who was staring at them with the burning intensity of a fanatic. She licked her lips and the Dracos exchanged a smug look before starting to kiss. It was more familiar now, tasting of Ginny and sweat and himself, and so the original Draco allowed himself to put his arms around his other self and run his hands over his smooth muscles. Ginny was beyond screaming, just making small, whimpering gasps that might have been affirmations or obscenities, or both.

"Let's have some real fun." The Dracos shared a thought and an evil smile, and Ginny moaned softly as they both stepped away from her. She watched from under hooded eyes as one retrieved his wand while the other brought a towel and a basin of water to the nightstand.

Ginny's voice was hoarse and her eyes lambent as they moved closer. "What are you planning, Draco Malfoy?"

"Nothing that you won't like," said one as he climbed into the bed and drew her to face him.

The other one crawled into bed behind her and moved her hair aside to drop a kiss on her neck. "And if you have any objections, we'll stop. Right, Draco?"

"Absolutely, Mister Malfoy," purred his double, running his fingertips lightly over Ginny's side. She whimpered as the two Dracos ran their hands all over her, kissing and licking the skin all around her face and shoulders. She tried to touch them, but each of them took one of her wrists and held her hands out of the way. After a few minutes of this treatment, she was squirming, wriggling against the hard bodies in front and back of her in an effort to get something, anything, beyond this slow torture. The Draco in front of her smiled. "I think she's ready."

Ginny wasn't sure what she would have said; 'Hell, yes' was a possibility, as was 'Ready for what?'. She found, though, that she completely lacked the breath to say anything, as it all left her in a rush as the two men met over one of her shoulders to kiss each other deeply. The hands which were trapping hers started moving, bringing her up to kneel between the two who alternated kissing each other and sucking on her neck as they arranged themselves.

They still had her hands trapped, but now they were using her hands to stroke each other, on the chest, the hips, thighs, light touches that only grazed the skin and made her fingertips positively ache with the desire to linger. She couldn't differentiate which of the hands that were on her body went with which Draco, she only knew that she'd soon go mad if they continued teasing her. She licked her lips and whispered, "Please."

The one in front of her was practically glowing with smugness, and though she couldn't see his face, the tone of the second one's voice confirmed that he felt the same as he said, "Please? A Weasley and a Gryffindor, begging?"

"Malfoy..." Her tone might have been cross, except for the way that it broke when he let go of her wrists in order to touch her. His hands were on her hips, grinding her bottom back into his erection, but also on her breasts and then inside her, hitting the right spots to make her see stars.

The Draco in front of her lifted her slightly, her head dropping forward to rest on his shoulder as he arranged himself inside her. Her knees were barely brushing the bed, her weight completely supported by his arms around her, and she felt a guilty thrill at her momentary helplessness. The Dracos exchanged one more kiss, and then the one behind her trailed his lips down her spine, then back up. As she shivered, she felt her weight being shifted slightly, and then she felt a finger probing her bottom.

Her mouth dropped open to protest, as she hadn't particularly enjoyed when they tried that sort of thing before, but her lips were made busy by one Draco while the other one continued. And then she didn't want to protest any more, as she got used to the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out, slowly, matching the leisurely undulations of her hips.

She missed the sensation when it stopped, and reflexively arched her back, eliciting a small growl from behind her and inspiring the Draco she was riding to drop his mouth to her breasts. Her eyes fluttered closed and she gasped as she felt the blunt head of his cock probing where his fingers had been, sliding easily thanks to the lubricant he had spread generously over both of them.

And that was when the first Draco chose to grab hold of her waist and slam up into her, hard enough to make her teeth rattle. It drove her backwards, impaling her all the way onto the other Draco's cock, and her breath hissed out as she tried to decide if it was pain or pleasure she felt. She raised one of her arms up to each of the Draco's necks as they buried their faces into her shoulders, then licked her lips and tried to concentrate on remembering to breathe as they moved inside her.

They settled into a rhythm, yin and yang, and she couldn't say whether it lasted forever or only for a short time. She'd never been so /full/, so incredibly helpless in the face of her own arousal, so content to just allow her body to be used for pleasure without her active participation. All she could do was hang on, panting for breath and reveling in their moans as they brushed against each other inside her. She couldn't have even said for sure if she had one long orgasm or many small ones right on top of each other; all she knew was the fire that burned through her and the way their bodies were joined.

He sank his teeth into her shoulder as he came, his hands holding her hips with a bruising intensity as he pulled her backwards onto him. The other one's movements became frantic then, thrusting upwards wildly as a low, rumbling moan built in his throat and resolved itself as her name, exhaled into her ear and making sure she was turned completely into a melted puddle of bliss.

Their collapse onto the bed wasn't graceful, as they fell in a tangle of limbs, each of the three trying not to end up on the damp spot directly underneath where they'd been. The Dracos glared half-heartedly at each other, then sighed. Ginny blinked sleepily and said, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," said one Draco as he stretched and reached for the towel and basin at the side of the bed.

The other Draco moved to the opposite side in order to retrieve his wand. "It's just neither of me would be willing to leave the other one in bed while taking care of these things." Ginny shrugged and closed her eyes, trying to keep the pleasant tingling sensation flowing through her body a little bit longer. She heard one of the Dracos whispering, and she felt a small rush of magic nearby that she assumed was why he had been whispering.

This assumption was challenged as she felt a towel being gently applied between her legs, wiping away the stickiness that had built up, but in such a slow and teasing way that it was building her need right back up. She half-heartedly swiped at the hands wielding the towel, only to notice it was just that, hands, and they didn't belong to the same body. "Aren't you tired?" she mumbled.

"Not very. It's a side effect," said one of the Dracos, who took sole possession of the towel and yet was somehow managing to fail to use it as he rubbed small, slow circles on her thighs and lower abdomen.

The other Draco traced a hand up to her collarbone and then grinned at her devilishly. "It'll wear off when the potion does. In the meantime..."

"You get to work off our excess energy." Ginny's breath caught as they looked down at her. Merlin, that expression was enough to make her swoon when it was on one face. Seeing that mixture of lust and mischief on two faces was enough to completely wipe away thoughts of afterglow and get her mind quite firmly back into continuing action.

Still, she had to raise at least a token protest, or he'd get used to having the upper hand. "What if I'm too tired?"

"I suppose we'd just have to figure out something to do without you," said one of the Dracos, just before the other one tilted his head and kissed him. They were kneeling on either side of Ginny's legs, leaning over her body to touch each other, and Ginny's skin felt like it might just evaporate from the heat of watching them. She'd thought of herself as the luckiest woman on earth, ever since the first time she had seen Draco naked and known he was all hers, for as long as what they had lasted. /Two/ Dracos... Well, if it was anyone else, she'd be jealous enough to want to attempt the killing curse.

But they were hers, and she smiled in the way of a contented feline as she reached up to touch what belonged to her. "Not all that tired, Gin?" said one of them breathlessly as her hand moved up and down on his cock.

She slithered up to where she could kiss them, each in turn, and then a weird and sloppy but unbearably good three way kiss that threatened to melt her bones. "I suppose I could find some energy somewhere. You know how I hate being left behind."

The sun had been up for hours by the time Ginny stirred the next morning. The moment of existential questioning that happens to everybody first thing in the morning resolved itself into a distinct soreness in her lower regions and a series of images. On her knees, on her back, Draco in her mouth, in his mouth, behind her, in front of her, underneath her, everywhere at once and overwhelming her completely. She managed a smirk of satisfaction before it turned into a wince as she attempted to move.

There was a pitiful groan from under a mound of blankets. She prodded it and heard Draco whining, "Stop, it hurts."

"You nancy," grumbled Ginny affectionately as she managed to swing her legs off the bed, then took a moment to rest.

This prompted Draco's face to emerge from his cocoon, injured dignity radiating from his every pore. "Just because I might have indulged in a bit of buggery does not make me a nancy." She laughed, and he said primly, "It was all for the sake of a very hot girl, so it doesn't count."

"I'd say a scream of ecstasy is a scream of ecstasy, chum." Ginny snickered all the way to the bathroom, ignoring the feeble curses Draco managed to work up. She'd just finished drawing a hot bath when he appeared in the doorway, leaning against the molding and draped in a sheet. "You know, Malfoy, if I weren't completely exhausted, I'd say you look edible like that."

He shuddered. "No more. You're insatiable." Draco lowered himself into the bath gingerly, wincing as his sore bum hit the bottom of the tub. "You know, I think if we do that again, we can do without the spankings."

"You're the one who brought out the paddle," Ginny said as she gently lowered herself beside him, thanking any gods who might be listening for his hedonism that insisted on a tremendously large bathtub.

Draco actually blushed. "That wasn't me. That was, uh, the other me."

"It's all right, Malfoy. I believe you. Or rather, I'm too tired to press the point." Ginny closed her eyes and lay back, letting the warm water soothe her aching muscles. Eventually, she cracked an eye open to look at Draco as balefully as she could manage. "You realize that I haven't forgotten about talking to you about why there were two of you, right?"

He sniffed disdainfully. "That's nowhere near as pressing as this mad idea about husbands and milk."

"Milk? What on earth are you talking about?" This time she managed a full glare as he reclined gracefully, his eyes closed and his expression serene.

"I mean, you stupid cow, that I'm the only one buying you and drinking your milk. Ever." He sank a bit further into the water, spreading his arms out on the rim of the tub and laying his head back as he muttered, "A Hufflepuff, I ask you..."

Ginny's mouth dropped open as she stared at him in shock. "Are you implying I might marry you? Because that's a damn sorry excuse for a proposal."

He growled and splashed some water at her. "Not proposing yet. Just a statement of intent."

"How very romantic of you," she said as she rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the little feeling of idiotic happiness uncurling from the pit of her stomach.

"Shut up and let me recover. We're damn savages in bed."

(Author's note: This was supposed to be short. >.< Never fool with two Dracos, for they will take over and Ginny will help them. Much love for Sarea and Stareyes, who I killed, Aria and Monki, who refrained from killing me, and Rainpuddle, who was tremendously encouraging, even if flipping between writing this and reading her lovely, lovely fic was a bit of a brain twister.

This is the fourth of a series. The first three are here on Portkey, so you can just click on my username to find them. It's also the last one currently written, but there will be more. There's another D/G smutfic written which I'll upload in a day or two, but it's not connected to these stories.

Thank you to everybody who has reviewed the series so far. :) For those who asked if I had other fics, yes, I do. However, I have to go through them to check on the level of subpairingness, because I also ship Ron/Hermione, and I don't want to break the rules here by uploading a story with a verboten pairing. If you want to read them, and you're not going to hunt me down and use the worst methods of evangelical christians to try to change my shipping preferences, feel free to check me out on ff.net; I'm also mynuet there. :) And please review, as it makes me quite happy and motivated to write more.

Stareyes drew pictures! Let her know what you think.
Tune in next time of Sharlene's Smut Theater, when our title will be "Role Reversal", and the theme will be "Fun with Polyjuice".)