This is chapter twenty-two from my new story, "My Derailment".

So that it makes sense to you, I'll summarize why Neema is so relaxed and so ridiculously chill: Voldemort gave her magic mushrooms, not the drug kind we'd be able to buy and take, so that she'd loosen up. So… enjoy the lemon, it's a youthful Voldemort AND Draco one. :]

My body relaxed along with my mind; Voldemort saw this and stood up, "Lets go."

I drew in a deep, content breath, "Okay." Voldemort grabbed hold of my hand and walked back to the long, busy street we walked to get here. We ended up spending an hour at a muggle bookshop. I made a B-line for the original fiction section and ended up taking down a copy of The Perks of Being a Wall Flower, Youth In Revolt, and A Wrinkle in Time. I didn't bother buying the several books after A Wrinkle Time because I wasn't sure if was going to like the first book; if I did, I'll come back and by the rest of the series. I then walked over to the classics section; I took down Dracula, Tarzan of the Apes, To a God Unknown, East of Eden, The Death of the Heart, Don Quixote, The Three Musketeers, and Frankenstein. Voldemort sighed and asked me, "That many?"

I bit my bottom lip and looked up at him with big, innocent eyes. I whispered, "Please, my lord?

He sighed and gently caressed the right side of my face and smirked as I struggled to hold all the books in my arms. "Fine, I suppose I can give you more than orgasms."

I laughed and followed him to the counter. The small old lady behind the counter commented positively on my book choices and carefully put them into a small box. Voldemort paid while I told the old lady thank you; once we were outside of the shop, Voldemort magically put the box of books in my room and led me to a jewelry store about three blocks away. He focused my attention on two, beautiful, matching, wing shaped cuffs. "I saw them on our walk up to the pier; do you like them?"

I looked at them in awe and drew in a quiet, but deep breath, "They're gorgeous."

"Then lets go buy them." He tugged on my hand in an attempt to pull me into the store, but I said,

"My lord, surely those are very expensive—"

He laughed, "I just spent close to two hundred dollars on books, I can spend some money on bracelets for you."

I laughed and followed him into the shop. He walked up to the young woman who was staring at us, mostly at him, and asked her to bring out the cuffs that we were just looking at. She took out a pair that they had for sale, not just decoration, and I tried them on. They were a little too large, so she took out a pair of cuffs one size smaller; those fit perfectly. I looked down at the gorgeous, shinny scarlet of the cuffs and the gold outlining the cuffs and the separate wings. Voldemort bought the cuffs while I moved my wrists around and secretly loved them; they look great against my skin tone, plus they remind me of my house, Gryffindor. Once we were outside of the shop, I put the cuffs back into their box, and he magically sent them into my room.

He then tenderly held my left hand and walked very close to me. We walked around for a while, but I stopped walking when I caught sight of a club. I tugged his hand, forcing him to look at me. I stepped closer to him, putting only three or so inches in between us,

"Lets go dance."

He frowned crookedly and said, "I don't really like dancing."

I laughed at him, "Are you telling me that the Dark Lord, the most powerful dark wizard in all of history, can't dance?"

He grinned, "I can dance."

"Then lets go!" I grabbed his hand and ran to the door of the club. I'm not sure when he did this, but he transfigured air into two ID's with the needed age into the club. When we were asked for our IDs, Voldemort pulled his out of his left pocket, so I checked my right and pulled mine out. The bouncer at the door let us in while we pocketed our IDs. We weren't five steps in before I said, "Be amazing and buy me a drink?"

Voldemort smirked and walked us up to the bar; we both had a few shots before going onto the dance floor. I giggled and dragged him to where the music was loud enough not to talk, but not so loud that my ears weren't going to bleed. It took him a song or two to actually be loose enough to dance, but when he did start to dance, he was actually pretty good. The songs were fast paced and predictably sexy, so we danced that way. I didn't care that I was dancing with Voldemort, I didn't care that he's the one touching me so provocatively, or that I could feel him getting hard through our jeans. A thin layer of sweat quickly covered me; I was more than thankful that the songs slowed down a bit. "Sexting" by Ludacris started to play; I laughed at the opening and grabbed Voldemort's hands from my hips. I stretched our arms out, rolled my hips and grinded against him; he gasped in my ear and I laughed at him, but only once.

Voldemort followed my lead; I danced from left and right while grinding against him. I added random leans, drops, and other moves while the song progressed. Voldemort stepped a few inches back, twirled me once and then into his chest. We grinded, face to face, while the song faded into "Sexy Can I" by Ray J; he put one hand on my left hip and one on my ass, forcing me to grind exactly how he liked. He sighed from pleasure as I wiggled and rolled my hips against him. I ran my hands up his shirt and up and down his back, feeling all the new definition. He, somehow, slipped the hand on my hip an inch or two down the side of my super tight jeans and played with the thin strap of my thong. We continued this all through the song and into the next song, "Sex In Crazy Places" by Gucci Mane started to play. Our grinding lessened as I wrapped my arms around his neck and started to bop; he followed my lead with a big smirk on his face and lust in his eyes.

I laughed and rolled my eyes while he sang along, "I wanna do you at cho momma house, on the couch, do you in the bathroom or the air-o-plane. Do you on a balcony, in the taxi, cause I can't get enough of that thing."

I was going to laugh at him, but he grabbed my ass and pulled me against him. I gasped at the feeling of his significantly harder boner. He smirked deviously and sand, "I'm gon throw it, you the center when you hike it, I'm a spike it, girl don't act like you don't like it."

I smirked, wrapped my arms around his neck, and followed his dancing lead; "Do me at my mama house? Nah, I don't think so, I go too much class but you can try to San Pedro. I need the biggest mansion, ocean back yard with the newest Maybach, inside a black card."

He laughed, "Tonight I'll touch you in your favorite spot, promise to get your body so hot," He didn't continue with the verse like he did before, he captured my lips in the most lustful kiss I've ever experienced; it was short, but it was hot. He groped me while we danced, nibbled on my lips, and gently sucked on my tongue. I groaned as he pulled away, "In front of the police, in front of our daddy, girl it's you and me, and I don't give a damn, that's why they call me Lord Veeeee!"

I laughed into his chest while he continued groping me and dancing. The song faded into "Lolli Lolli (Pop That Body)" by Three 6 Mafia; I couldn't help myself. I slapped his hands off of me and then dropped. He tilted his head to the left and groaned; when I bounced back up he tightly squeezed me to him and huskily whispered in my ear, "I need you. Now."

I dropped one more time just for kicks, smirked at his reaction, and then bounced back up. "Then lets go home."

He smirked, squeezed me to him, and apperated us into my home. We stumbled back against the counter. He heaved me up onto the counter and wrapped my legs around him. He roughly grinded me and started to kiss all over my neck; I moaned loudly, wrapped my left arm under his arms and put my hand in the middle of his shoulder blades, and I ran my right hand through his hair. A glass loudly clanked against the floor and rattled for thirty or so seconds; I lazily opened my eyes to see a very surprised Draco with a small handful of mushrooms, apparently he thought they tasted good, too.

I put my hands on Voldemort's chest and pushed him away. He looked up at me, so I turned his head so that he could see Draco. Voldemort smirked and hissed, "Why don't you join us, Draco?"

Draco and I said in unison, "Wha—wha—what?"

Voldemort unwrapped my legs and then slung me over his shoulder; I shrieked from surprise. Voldemort walked past Draco and said, "Follow me." Draco quickly ate the last of the mushrooms in his hand and followed us up the stairs and into my room. Voldemort tossed me onto my bed and magically locked the door; he ruffled his hair and kicked off his shoes. Draco gulped, but I could see the mushrooms slowly relaxing him. I sat up, put my arms behind me for support, and watched as Voldemort undressed.

Draco gulped and stuttered out, "Mah—my lord—"

Voldemort laughed, "I'm not fucking you, Draco, I'm straight."

Draco seemed very relieved.

Voldemort looked at Draco over his shoulder, "Strip down to your boxers, Neema isn't going to sleep tonight."

I sat up straighter, put my hands up towards the ceiling with my palms up, pumped my hands up and down while leaning from left to right, "Whoot! Whoot!"

Voldemort laughed at me while Draco slowly stripped down to his silver boxers. I laughed when I saw Voldemort in green boxers. Voldemort looked at me while I lightly nodded my head, "Aww yea, Slytherin boys." Voldemort smirked and Draco blushed, I looked at Draco, quickly licked my lips, and said, "Slytherin boys have big snakes."

Voldemort and I busted with laughter. Voldemort sighed and then said, "Get up."

I immediately slid off of my bed and stood up. Voldemort put both his hands on my face and roughly kissed me. After a few minutes passed of our intense make out session, he literally tore my shirt off of my body and pushed me down onto my bed. He magically took my jeans off and nonverbally called his wand to him. He preformed a cleansing spell on my ass and saw me look down at my shirt with sadness. When we made eye contact I pouted and mumbled, "I loved that shirt." He rolled his eyes and magically repaired my shirt; I smiled widely.

He quickly went back to roughly kissing me; I groaned against his lips as he unclasped my bra, slid it off of me, and tossed it to the side. I put my arms behind me for support while he waved Draco over, kissed down my jaw line, and the left side of my neck. He sat down next to me and kissed the weak spots on my neck. The mushrooms completely relaxed Draco; he sat down at my left and started to kiss my neck and my weak spots, too. They kissed down my neck, nipped at my collarbone and shoulders, and leisurely made their way to my breasts. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and groaned as they both licked and sucked my nipples. They both smirked while supporting their bodies with one hand and using their free hands to grope and caress my body. Voldemort told Draco something, but as you can imagine, I wasn't paying attention to their words.

Next thing I know, they're slowly kissing, licking, and gently sucking their way down my body. Draco and I groaned when he licked the soft flesh just above the top of my panties. I looked down at him with dazed, happy eyes, "I love you."

He smiled and kissed my belly button, making me giggle, "I love you, too."

"Aww," Voldemort mocked us, "young love."

I sneered at Voldemort while Draco blushed; Voldemort laughed and hooked his index and middle fingers under the straps of my thong. He slowly pulled my thong down; I lifted my hips so that he could pull it to my knees, he smirked down at me and slowly pulled them to my ankles. He tossed them near my bra, got down on his knees, and ran his hands from my ankles to my hips. He spread my legs, and kissed and licked my left inner thigh. Draco got down on his knees, too, and did the same thing. I wiggled my hips from anticipation and groaned. My body tensed for a second when Draco quickly licked my slit. Voldemort chuckled and said, "Watch and learn."

Draco moved and Voldemort immediately tickled me with his tongue. He slowly licked me down and then up. He smirked and lightly squeezed my left thigh while slowly exploring my folds with the tip of his tongue. I moaned as he teased me; he winked at Draco and then flicked his tongue against my aching clit. I grabbed at my sheets and moaned loudly; he circled my clit with the tip of his tongue several times before laying it flat, added a lot of pressure, and slowly licked it. My breathing became labored, some sweat started to form on my forehead, and I groaned. Voldemort licked and sucked on my clit for a minute or two before surprising me by plunging his tongue into my dripping entrance. My eyes shot open and I half shouted, half moaned. Draco quickly took Voldemort's place and licked and sucked on my clit. They kept my legs spread and up at ninety degrees; my legs flailed while their motions became more rhythmic and intense. My breaths were short, fast, and loud while my eyes fluttered open and close and I gripped the sheets behind me. My upper body collapsed into the bed and my back arched as a string of moans flew out of my mouth. They both smirked and quickened their motions; I shuddered and practically screamed when they made me orgasm. They smirked and traded places; Voldemort circled my clit because I was too sensitive to touch, and Draco circled and teased my entrance.

I groaned in twisted pleasure; I've never had such an amazing orgasm in my life. Draco smirked up at my sweaty, panting form and slowly slid his tongue into me. I groaned as he did a rolling, almost wave like motion with his tongue; my next orgasm was quickly building. Voldemort gently touched the tip of his tongue to my clit to see if I was going to react with pleasure or pain, I reacted with the former, so he slowly started to lick it. I ran my hands up and down my torso, but then Voldemort shot his right hand up and fondled my breasts, so I moaned and gripped my sheets again. Draco gradually tongue fucked me at a much faster pace; when I was just a moment away from an orgasm, he replaced his tongue with his right index and middle finger. It took a few tries, but he found my G-spot and showed it no mercy. I moaned from the feeling, but screamed out of pleasure when Voldemort sucked my clit in and out of his mouth at a very fast pace. I bucked my hips up several times, clenched my sheets, and loudly moaned. Draco slowed and came to a gradual stop, as did Voldemort.

They stood up and smirked as they drank in my pleasured, sweaty, panting form. I slowly sat up and put my hands at my sides for some support. I looked up at them with dazed eyes, "My… God. That was…" I drew in a few deep breaths, "That was fantastic."

Voldemort laughed while Draco ran his hands through his hair, but stopped at the back of his head. He rested his hands on the back of his neck and said, "You're very sweet, Neemie."

Voldemort and I laughed while I scooted closer to Draco. I winked up at him and slowly peeled his boxers off of his body; I leaned into my lap as I pulled them all the way down; he stepped out of them and closer to me. Voldemort took off his own boxers while Draco smirked down at me the same time I smirked up at him; I licked my right hand and gently squeezed the base of his dick, he groaned. I flicked my tongue against the head of his dick and licked up his precum. I started to lick up and down his dick, applying extra pressure to the bulging vein, warning me of his soon to be orgasm. I sucked him into my mouth and jerked the length of his dick that I couldn't blow. His breathing quickened and his hips bucked for a second. I quickened both the pace of my sucking and my jerking; he came within the same minute. He slowly slid his dick out of my mouth, forcing me to swallow his load, but I'll be honest, I didn't mind. We made eye contact, so I licked my lips, he groaned.

Draco stepped aside and Voldemort stepped in front of me, "Stand up." I quickly got to my feet. Voldemort wrapped his arms around my waist and heaved me up, so I wrapped my legs around his waist. He smirked and pressed me against the nearest wall. He spread my legs, but then wrapped his right arm under my left knee and placed my knee to just under my breast. He rubbed the tip of his throbbing erection against me and smirked while I groaned. He huskily hissed, "How bad do you want my dick?"

I groaned and whispered, "Badly."

He kissed me quickly on the lips, "Louder."

I gulped and said in my regular voice, "Badly."

He smirked, "Louder."

Just under a shout, I said, "Badly."

He kissed me again before saying, "Tell me why."

I rolled my eyes but replied, "Because it's long and it's thick and you know how to use it."

He laughed coldly, but it was still a lustful laugh. He slowly slid the head of his dick into me and watched my facial expression be overcome by pleasure. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and softly moan as he slowly slid the rest of his length into me. He started off slow, but steadily gained speed. I ran my nails up and down his back while he started to slam me into the wall; he groaned while I nearly screamed. He pulled all the way out, changed his angle, and then slammed back into me; I screamed his name. He smirked and watched my breasts jiggle and drank in the sounds of my moans. With a gruff voice, he said, "You like this?"

"Oooh! Yes!"

He roughly and sloppily kissed me on the lips. When he pulled away, he asked, "You like being fucked, Neema? You like a hard fucking?"

I dug my nails into his upper back, "Ahh! Ohh! Yeee—oouhh! YES!"

He smirked and grunted, "That's what I thought, I always knew you did."

I groaned out, "Stop talking and just fuck me."

He laughed but quickly obliged. I violently orgasmed within two minutes; my orgasm set off his. He deafeningly groaned at the feeling of my sensual walls squeezing his dick; he slammed his full length into me twice before coming. We panted for a moment, enjoying our orgasms, before he slowly pulled out and set me down on my bed. I sighed at the familiar tingle of his cleansing spell. He chuckled and looked at Draco, "Would you like a turn, Draco? She is, after all, your girlfriend."

I rolled my eyes at his mockery and made eye contact with Draco; we're both too relaxed from the mushrooms to be disgusted or hurt. I sat up and gently patted Voldemort's right bicep, "Thanks for the warm up," I laughed and looked at Draco, "I'm ready for ya, big boy."

Draco and I laughed while Voldemort rolled his eyes, his cock slowly hardening again. Draco laid down and smirked at me, "I wanna watch you ride." I giggled and straddled him; he adjusted the pillows behind his head and watched as I slowly slid down his dick. He groaned and gripped my hips while I tilted my head back and rested my hands against his chest. I rode him rather slowly for a few minutes before I felt Voldemort's lubrication spell in my ass. I rolled my eyes while he situated himself behind me. He gently pushed my back down so that I can still ride Draco, but now I'm in the perfect position for him to fuck my ass. Draco slid me up and down his dick at a faster rate; I got his hint and rode him as fast as I could and bit my bottom lip when I felt Voldemort slowly enter my ass. Voldemort started off slow so that I could adjust to the feeling of him inside me and slowly snaked his hands up my body and up to my breasts. He caressed and squeezed them while gaining speed; Draco started to thrust up while I moaned and did my best to ride him.

After about five minutes of this, Voldemort and Draco agreed on something, but I, again, did not pay attention. They both stopped thrusting and slowly leaned back. Voldemort ended up on his back and thrusted quickly and deep into my ass while Draco pushed my legs up into ninety-degree angles again and started to fuck me. He accidentally rediscovered my G-spot when he moved to accommodate Voldemort's body. I screamed from the pleasure and thrusted my hips up and down and enjoyed the sounds of their grunts and the feeling of their dicks.

The pleasure seemed to last forever; it was absolutely fantastic. With some difficulty, especially Draco, they refrained from cuming until I orgasmed. My orgasms set off theirs; I was too pleasured to have any thoughts about being filled with their hot loads. I moaned as Draco slowly pulled out of me, and as Voldemort slowly did the same. I rolled off of Voldemort and lazily watched as Voldemort cleansed my body and Draco magically cleaned my sheets. Voldemort preformed a spell on him, and then on me, so that we'd be fresh out of the shower clean; Draco preformed the spell on himself. They tiredly situated themselves on my bed, and I weakly joined them under my covers. I glanced at my clock and silently chuckled when I saw the time: four AM. I snuggled into Draco's chest and sighed as he lovingly wrapped his left arm around me and slid his right arm under the pillow we're sharing. I didn't care when Voldemort wrapped his right arm around my hips, slid his left arm under his pillow, and nuzzled his face almost into my hair.

If you'd like to request a certain character for my next one-shot lemon, just do so in my review area for this story, and I'll see what I can do.