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Junkies	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 134120 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 20
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise. JK Rowling does. I make no money doing this. I just do it to keep the plot bunnies from strangling me at night.

Chapter List
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“You keep fidgeting with your collar and she really will ask you about it,” Draco growled as Hermione ran her finger underneath it.
She huffed and jerked her hand down. “We’ve been in here forever. What’s taking her so long?”
“Best guess? She’s calling off the search party.”
Hermione slumped in her chair and started fiddling with her collar again, feeling the bruises underneath. The slight tingling of pain kept her mind focused on the task at hand. A glance at the clock confirmed that they’d been kept waiting for almost two hours. She was tired and starting to get hungry.
“We could have bloody well taken a nap by now,” Draco growled, shifting in his chair again.
“I couldn’t sleep if I wanted to.”
“Speak for yourself.”
She sniffed and got up from her chair, grunting in pain. Sitting still for so long after the events of the day and the night before had taken its toll. The pain potion was starting to fade and the deep aches were back. She massaged her aching back as she slowly paced back and forth.
Draco rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Does pacing help?”
“Only with my arse.”
Draco laughed weakly and stood, groaning and grabbing his lower back as he straightened. “I need some of that muggle shit that goes hot and cold.”
“Deep Heat?”
“That’s the one,” Draco hissed as he kneaded his back.
“Never thought I’d hear you sing muggle praises,” she muttered, kneeling and sinking her fingers into his lower back.
“I’m not singing,” Draco snapped, groaning when she hit a particularly tight muscle. “But even I can admit when something works.”
Hermione hummed, remembering the time they’d fucked so long that they cramped even with potions. All she had was a tube of Deep Heat and it had worked beautifully.
“Maybe we can ask Master if he can improve on it.”
Draco hummed. “It’s a thought. Master did say healing potions.”
“It shouldn’t be hard. While menthol is organic, it’s made synthetically. It can be derived from mint oils though. I bet if it was infused with capsaicin and a few of the magical plants, it would be ten times the cream.”
“That’s quite the brilliant theory Miss Granger.”
Hermione squeaked in fright and lost her balance, falling over on her side. She hadn’t expected Dumbledore’s portrait to speak to her. He’d been asleep every time she’d come to the Headmistress’s office. Up until the second before, he’d been snoring away with the other Headmasters. Draco rolled his eyes and helped her off the ground, frowning when she grabbed her side. He shook his head and quickly transfigured one of the chairs they’d been sitting in to a table. She lay on her side and he immediately started massaging the strained muscles there.
“Headmaster,” Draco said quietly. “Perhaps you could clear your throat next time to avoid scaring the life out of someone?”
“I do apologize,” Dumbledore said kindly. “But I was so caught up in your discussion that I could scarcely contain myself.”
“I’ll bet,” Draco muttered.
“If you don’t mind my asking Mr. Malfoy, you and Miss Granger seem to be quite comfortable with each other.”
“That doesn’t sound much like a question,” Draco said.
Dumbledore smiled, that damned twinkle permanently painted in his eye. “I believe the question would be how you two came to an accord.”
“Chance and circumstance,” Draco said curtly.
“Thank you,” Hermione said softly when Draco drew his hands back. “It feels much better.”
Draco nodded. “Returning a favor.”
Hermione bit back a smirk and nodded, getting up so she could change the chair back and sit in it. “Headmaster.”
“Miss Granger,” Dumbledore said with a nod. “It is wonderful to see you again. I must say, your accouterments are certainly… eye catching.”
Hermione reflexively brought her hand to her collar and blushed. “Fashion statement.”
“I see,” Dumbledore said with a smirk of his own. “I should tell you that it has your Master’s name written all over it.”
Draco coughed to cover his gasp of surprise. “Beg pardon?”
“He does have his own style,” Dumbledore said softly. “I am glad he has chosen you two.”
“You… you won’t tell,” Hermione whispered.
“Of course not,” Dumbledore said. “You are both adults. Your decisions are your own. However, I would caution you that not all people will be as accepting as I am.”
“Like McGonagall,” Draco muttered. “What’s taking her so long anyway?”
“She is currently consulting the last auror squad that was sent after you two.”
“How many did they send?” Hermione asked.
“Three,” Dumbledore said, glancing around the office. “But just between us, I think that was to pacify Mr. Potter.”
“Oh Harry,” Hermione sighed and shook her head. “He’s much too paranoid.”
Dumbledore cocked his head and studied them for a long while. “Or perhaps not enough.”
Draco narrowed his eyes. “Excuse me?”
“A simple observation,” Dumbledore said. “Grief affects us all differently. I’m glad you found your Master before it was too late.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Draco snapped.
The door to the Headmistress’s office creaked open and Dumbledore instantly fell asleep. Draco huffed and muttered darkly to himself. Hermione tried to keep a straight face. Even as a portrait, Dumbledore was a meddlesome menace. How she missed him.
“Sorry to keep you both waiting,” McGonagall said curtly as she shut the door behind her. “You must be famished. It’s near dinner time. Winky!”
Before they could protest, there were two plates in front of them containing roasted chicken, peas, and red potatoes. The smell made their stomachs rumble.
“Well, go on,” McGonagall huffed.
They cautiously took their places and started to eat, casting wary glances at the headmistress. They weren’t worried about their food being spiked. Snape had infused an antidote to veritiserum and most poisons into their collars. The food didn’t last long though, which surprised them. It had been a long time since either of them could finish a meal.
“Now then,” McGonagall said after the plates disappeared. “According to Madam Pince, you two were spotted in the library for several hours starting late this morning. However, before that, you were nowhere to be found. Would you care to elaborate?”
Silence. McGonagall pursed her lips. “You do realize that the punishment for leaving the grounds of Hogwarts is expulsion?”
“It’s a good thing we didn’t leave then,” Draco said quietly. “A side note, eighth years aren’t technically students and therefore cannot be subjected to the same punishments as a student.”
“Indeed,” McGonagall said flatly. “Nevertheless, you both understood that the rules would apply to you both when you came back.”
“Like I said,” Draco said. “We didn’t leave.”
“Then how do you explain your sudden disappearance?”
“It was hardly sudden,” Hermione growled.
McGonagall’s eyebrows rose. “Oh?”
“Let’s just say that we stumbled upon some rather disturbing news and needed to regroup,” Draco said.
“Disturbing?”
“To us,” Hermione clarified. “Not the world in general.”
“I see,” McGonagall said softly. “And you felt that it warranted a break from the school?”
“Not a break,” Draco cut in. “Just time to regroup.”
“An entire day and night?” McGonagall snapped.
“Different people take different amounts of time to process things,” Hermione said.
McGonagall’s face softened a little. “Then where, might I ask, did you process them?”
“Here,” Hermione said.
McGonagall harrumphed. “You don’t actually expect me to believe that. The truth of the matter is, coupled with Mr. Potter’s map, the locator spells never lie. You were not on Hogwarts grounds. We searched the Room of Requirement just in case and it opened willingly. We also searched Hagrid’s hut, the quidditch pitch, the black lake, and all of Hogsmede. So try again.”
“We were in the forest,” Draco said softly. “I realize that it is a dangerous place but it does wonders for clearing your head.”
It took McGonagall a while to collect her jaw off the table. “How in Merlin’s name did you decide that it would be a good idea to spend the night there?”
“That would be purely accidental,” Hermione said softly. “We sort of fell asleep.”
“In the forest?” McGonagall said, just shy of screeching.
“It wasn’t our brightest moment,” Draco drawled. “We awoke this morning, realized our mistake, and came back inside.”
“How did you survive the night?” McGonagall whispered.
Hermione shrugged. “Nothing bothered us.”
“Impossible,” McGonagall growled. “We searched the forest.”
“How thoroughly?” Draco asked. “Because we found a cave of sorts and it would be easy to overlook it with a cursory search.”
McGonagall huffed. “I couldn’t say. The aurors were the ones to search it. Nevertheless, I must impress upon you the seriousness of your actions. You could have both been killed!”
“We know,” Hermione said quietly. “But we can’t take it back, Headmistress. We promise we won’t do it again though.”
“I should say not!” McGonagall blustered. “I realize that you are both adults and as such, are quite able to look after yourselves. However, you both broke the rules you agreed to. Since this is your last chance to gain your NEWTS, I would not want to destroy that chance. You must understand that in lieu of expulsion, there has to be some sort of reprimand.”
“We understand,” Hermione said softly.
McGonagall nodded. “As it is, you’ve both grown past the days of scrubbing cauldrons and you certainly won’t learn your lesson with an outing into the forest. Therefore, as punishment, you will be spending the entirety of your days with me. You’ll be free to work on your school work but you’ll not leave my sight until bedtime in which you will be spelled into your rooms.”
“For how long?” Draco asked slowly.
“Until the end of the holiday,” McGonagall said. “Baring that you do not step a toe out of line. I won’t hesitate to exact a harsher punishment should you break the rules again. Now, I expect you both to report to your dormitories, gather your clothes, and prepare yourselves for bed. I shall be at your dormitory in precisely one hour to spell you in. Failure to comply will result in expulsion and the inability to complete your NEWTs. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”
“Yes Headmistress,” they said softly, rising to do as they were told. It wouldn’t do to push her any further.
“And one more thing,” McGonagall said. “I realize that those… things… on your necks are more than likely some sort of symbol to someone. However, Hogwarts is not the place for such displays. You will remove them at once.”
“I’m afraid we can’t do that,” Draco said, leveling his eyes with the Headmistresses. If Hermione hadn’t seen the coldness in them before, she would have shivered. “You see, there are no laws which ban clothing items, even symbolic ones. In our case, they have a special meaning, perhaps one that could have devastating effects on us due to their lack of presence. If I make myself clear.”
McGonagall paled and swallowed hard. “Very well, Mr. Malfoy. Just… try not to draw attention to them. The students have enough to talk about without tales of… that nature.”
Draco scoffed. “Certainly not. Good day Headmistress. We’ll see you in one hour.”
They hightailed it out of the office and down the corridors to their dorms. Neither one spoke until they were safely ensconced in Draco’s room behind three layers of privacy wards. Hermione grabbed her hair and sunk onto the bed in frustration.
“What the bloody hell are we going to do?”
“First,” Draco said, “We’re going to do as we’re told and take a bloody bath. Then we’ll come back to our rooms and sleep.”
“I think you’re forgetting something,” Hermione growled.
“No,” Draco said. “But we’ve already ticked the old bat off. We can’t push her any further right now. Besides, we both could use the rest.”
“And if he calls for us tonight?”
Draco sighed and rubbed his pelvis reflexively. “We’ll be in for a world of pain.”

AN: McGonagall was a lot less harsh than I thought she was going to be... or is she? Think she knows what will happen? *evil chuckle* Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I'm feeling much better. Thanks for the well wishes and the virtual chicken soup. Now I just need to get to writing. *cracks the whip* Keep those reviews coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys.
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