After HP shared the dream, Lao Fu was conquered by me

"How did you know?" Lamia's pupils stood up strangely. She took a big step back, trying her best to suppress the desire that was about to burst out of her body.

George met Fred's gaze and chuckled. "You can't tell me that, little snake. You're so cunning. If you knew, I don't know how you'd defend us later."

"That's right, George."

Lamia felt dizzy, and the smell of blood had spread throughout the room, but as a pure-blooded vampire, she still had some resistance. If it were any other vampire, these two would probably have been wiped out without a trace left.

Lamia closed her eyes, enduring the discomfort. She had to restrain herself, otherwise this survival instinct would become a handle for others to control her, and she herself would become a complete monster - no longer having her own consciousness, only knowing how to suck blood endlessly.

When Lamia opened her eyes again, she found that Fred had come behind her at some point. "Little snake, you look like you are in pain. Why do you endure it?" Fred put his arms around Lamia's waist from behind and breathed hot air on her neck.

George, who was not far away, looked at Fred and Lamia who was resisting in his arms with resentment, "Fred, you are cheating again. It should be me. Lamia doesn't like you doing this." George took a few steps forward as he spoke, and the distance between the three of them was shortened.

"Brother, this is the right time. Thank you for your dedication. Lamia and I will be happy." Fred's cunning laughter reached George's ears, and he was so angry that he almost stomped a hole in the floor.

Lamia's vision was blurry, and she could only see a bright red flesh approaching her. She could hardly bear it any longer. This was too much of a test for a normal vampire. It was like putting a chicken leg in front of a starving person. Not eating it would be a violation of the survival rules set by nature.

George obviously noticed Lamia's excitement, so he simply cut both of his hands. "Fred, don't be too happy too soon. Just wait and see."

An even stronger smell of blood rushed towards Lamia like a flood. She finally lost control of her consciousness and pounced on George relying solely on biological instinct.

"Tsk." Fred was almost unable to hold back. He glared at the complacent George unhappily and said, "How about this, let's go together."

"Whoever joins you will have to accept the consequences since you cheated first." George's lips began to turn white, but he still refused to let the wound on his palm heal. Large patches of red had stained the clean white carpet in Lamia's house, and the whole house was filled with a strange red light.

Lamia looked very painful. Fred sighed and placed his tiger's mouth next to hers. "Lamia, you drank my blood, you have to be responsible for me."

According to Fred's guess, Lamia must have been unable to hold back and bit him, then threw him on the bed and pressed him down...

But Lamia didn't even look at the hand he put to his mouth, but stared at George, completely treating him as an obstacle on the road to hunting.

Fred withdrew his hand depressedly. He was ready. Although he had seen Lamia eat before, and Harry didn't feel any pain at that time, and even enjoyed it, it was his first time after all, so it was normal for him not to understand. But Lamia couldn't just ignore him. Fred hugged Lamia's slender waist sadly, "How can I be inferior to George? We look the same."

Actually, this cannot be blamed on Lamia. She has already smelled the smell of blood. The food is not only close at hand but she doesn't have to cook it herself, so of course this is her first choice. As for Fred, she also smelled it. It is a high-quality food, but not as strong and direct as George's bloody smell.

George slowly approached and put his palm to Lamia's mouth. Before he got close enough, Lamia's soft and cold tongue licked it. For a moment, George was struck by lightning. He stood there blankly, watching Lamia lick her palm in Fred's arms without blinking.

Fred was also shocked by the scene. He and George had only seen it from a distance, but when he saw it up close, a strong impulse swept through his mind, and only one thought remained in his mind - he wanted to know what it felt like.

Fred made up his mind, cut his palm and smeared the blood on his neck.

The wound on George's palm had almost dried up, and he collapsed to the ground due to excessive blood loss.

At this moment, the blood that Fred suddenly released was like a more powerful poison, stimulating Lamia so much that she could not resist it at all, especially after she had tasted it.

Fred was finally able to make Lamia stay in his arms willingly. He endured the numbness on his neck. It was hard to describe the feeling. Fred just felt like he was about to float up.

"Fred, you do this again!" George saw this scene as soon as he opened his eyes. He got up from the ground angrily, pulled Fred's arm and tried to separate the two people who were hugging each other tightly.

"George, we can go together." Fred opened his eyes, and the extra water in the corners of his eyes made him look very different from usual. He blinked at the angry George, and the latter quickly understood.

"Is this really okay? Will Lamia get diarrhea? We've never seen her with two people at once..." George hesitated.

"No, George, Lamia is very powerful. The two of us may not be enough." Fred's face was visibly pale, but the excitement in his eyes could not be concealed.

"When she wakes up tomorrow...we have to keep a close eye on her and not let this slippery snake get away again." Fred and George sandwiched Lamia in the middle, with almost no space between the three of them.

After Lamia lost consciousness, she fell into a deep sleep. During this period, she would completely lose control of her body, but this kind of sleep was different from normal sleep. It would not let her enter a dream state. Instead, it was similar to a short death. The difference was that her body was still alive.

After Lamia regained consciousness, she felt full of strength, but she could not move at all, with a pair of hot hands wrapped around her waist.

She opened her eyes and saw Fred's big face almost touching her. Lamia lowered her eyes and saw a strong white chest.

!!!

Fred had no clothes on.

Before Lamia could recover from the accident, she felt a furry red head appear behind her shoulder. It was George's head. Lamia panicked for the first time.

Perhaps it was Lamia's sudden heavy breathing that woke them both up, as Fred was the first to wake up. He slowly opened his eyes, and the moment he saw Lamia, he pressed his lips against hers. "Good morning, little snake."

Although George didn't make any sound, his hands were not at all obedient and kept moving on Lamia's smooth skin.

"What happened?" Lamia was devastated. She never knew her self-control was so poor. She should have kicked them out when she found them. She was extremely regretful now and could already foresee how the twins would torture her.

"George, tell her I'm too embarrassed to see anyone." Fred pretended to be struggling in pain and buried his head in Lamia's hair.

"Alas, we are innocent. If this gets out, how can we find girlfriends?" George finally took his hand away. He covered his eyes and seemed to be crying hard, but the eyes that showed through his fingers were always paying attention to Lamia's expression.

Lamia was really in trouble this time. She even wanted to punch herself. She was caught so easily by these two devils.

Lamia sighed, "What do you want? I'll think about it." She pulled her hand out of Fred's and scratched her messy hair. Her mood was like her hair, a tangled mess.

When Fred and George heard this, they stopped pretending and quickly looked up at each other. It was obvious that they were thinking the same thing.

"Then you will be our girlfriend from now on. That's fine, after all, you've treated us all like this." Fred coughed dryly and said slyly.

George nodded as well. "That's right, otherwise we would have kept pestering you and told everyone about this."

"Just a girlfriend?" Lamia thought they would make some excessive demands, such as stealing Snape's potion, or setting off fireworks in the Slytherin common room, or at least becoming their follower.

"Just be our girlfriend. Note, it's for both of us. You can't favor either one of us, even if you like me much." Fred said with a smile.

"Okay, then I promise you." Lamia's relaxed demeanor made the two men a little unbelievable. They thought it would take a lot of effort, such as crying, making a fuss, and even hanging themselves. This is what is written in storybooks, so why is it so simple with Lamia?

The two red-haired boys thought about it and raised their heads almost at the same time. They understood that there could only be one reason - Lamia had liked them for a long time.

Lamia didn't know they would think this way. If she knew, she would just say they were thinking too much. Everyone of her race can only have one lifelong partner, but in addition to the partner, they can have countless lovers.

Lamia just treated them as her lovers, and this kind of relationship put no pressure on her at all.

After finally persuading the two to leave, Lamia lay down on the bed and rested for a while before changing clothes and going out. She still had to go to class.

After the door closed, the diary in the corner lit up again, and Tom's figure became clearer.