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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.

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Hermione groaned when her wand buzzed for her to get up. Her room felt like Antarctica. She grabbed her wand and turned it off, burrowing deeper in the covers and casting several warming charms. They didn’t help. Chills spread all over her body and her teeth chattered from how violently her body shook. What was wrong with her?
She stumbled out of bed and got dressed, fully intending to go to the Hospital wing when the itching started. It felt like bugs were crawling all over her skin but it was her neck that was the worst. She tried to remove the collar to see the marks beneath but it zapped her fingers when she touched it. Could these be the side effects that Snape had talked about?
McGonagall was due to let her out of the room in five minutes. There was no way the Headmistress would let her out of her sight long enough to try kissing Draco. Then again, maybe she already had Draco with her and they could sneak one behind her back. She staggered across the room and slid down the wall, shivering at the cold feeling of the bricks on her back. She wasn’t sure she could handle this every morning, especially sober. What had she gotten herself into?
“Miss Granger?”
Hermione’s head shot up to see McGonagall in her doorway. She hadn’t realized that she’d been asleep on her knees.
“Headmistress?”
McGonagall frowned. “Are you quite alright?”
“Fine,” she whispered, getting up on shaky legs. “Just feeling a bit cold this morning.”
McGonagall pursed her lips for a moment. “No doubt an effect of staying out in the forest all night.”
“Oh, um, probably.”
McGonagall sniffed in disapproval. “Well, get some breakfast and I’ll escort you both to Madam Pomfrey for a pepper up potion.”
Hermione frowned for a moment and before she realized Draco was leaning against the far wall in the hall. He looked as bad as she felt. His lips were blue and there was a quivering in his jaw that told her he was just as cold as she was. His hands trembled it wasn’t hard to tell that he was having a hard time not squirming. Every few moments, he’d arch his neck like he was trying to scratch it against the collar. Definitely a side effect.
“Well, come along,” McGonagall said curtly, gliding towards the Great Hall.
Draco pushed off the wall and followed closely behind her. It was difficult to walk without doubling over and scratching her skin like crazy. Her robes weren’t enough to keep the chill away. Draco’s trembling hand came to rest in the middle of her back and she leaned into it.
“Feels like a bad trip,” he whispered in her ear.
She nodded and inched closer to him. Snape had told them that one thing could help but should they risk it? Another wave of chills racked her body followed by a slight warning burn from the claiming mark on her groin. Draco’s hiss let her know that he felt the same thing. They were going to have to risk it.
As soon as McGonagall turned a corner, Draco pushed her up against the wall and slanted his mouth over hers. She parted her lips in shock and bit back a moan when he thrust his tongue inside. The slight burn turned into a mild wave of pleasure. Her hips bucked in response, bringing her stomach in contact with Draco’s awakening member. Warmth flooded her body.
“Good merciful Merlin!”
Draco jerked back like he’d been struck with a stinging hex. They both turned to see a wide eyed McGonagall staring at them in utter shock. Hermione was stuck somewhere between embarrassment and hysteria. She didn’t want anyone to know about her and Draco’s… arrangement. Judging but the tick in Draco’s jaw, he didn’t either.
“Sorry,” Draco said after a long uncomfortable silence full of McGonagall’s gaping. “I read somewhere that sharing body heat helped with hypothermia.”
Hermione had to bite back a giggle. That was her line.
McGonagall’s mouth clamped shut in disapproval, her eyes piercing. Finally, she huffed. “What about your other relationships?”
“Ended abruptly,” Draco said curtly. “But we would appreciate it if this went no further.”
“Why?” McGonagall asked.
“Backlash,” Hermione said quietly. “You of all people should know how the reporters would spin this. It would go from a desperate attempt to warm up to a full blown secret seven year relationship that would call into question both of our characters. Neither one of us needs that, nor does the wizarding world so soon after the war.”
McGonagall rubbed the bridge of her nose and sighed. “Well, did it work?”
“Surprisingly, yes,” Draco said coolly. “I’m much warmer now.”
“I am as well,” Hermione said, smiling weakly to prove a point.
“If you think I believe you, you both have lost your minds,” McGonagall said in exasperation. “But I do know how hard you’re both trying to stay out of the public eye so I will let this go. Do NOT go making a habit of this, understood?”
“Yes ma’am,” they both said in unison, following when the Headmistress promptly turned and stormed off toward the Hall.
“How else am I supposed to kiss you when we’re on lockdown?” Draco grumbled.
“We’ll have to brainstorm during detention,” Hermione muttered.
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She really thought she was prepared to see Ron again. After all, she didn’t feel particularly horrible about the ending of their relationship. And strangely enough, the way that it ended didn’t really hurt at all, though it was highly suspect. Ron had shown clear disdain for Parkinson at every turn. Then again, she’d not exactly been sweet on Draco. But seeing Ron at the table looking so gloomy brought an uncomfortable pain in her heart. She really did care about him.
“Morning,” Harry said cautiously.
“Is it?” she snapped. She couldn’t help it. That itchy feeling was back, more annoying than anything, but still present.
“Look,” Harry sighed. “I’m sorry, alright?”
“For what?” she asked through gritted teeth. “Scaring the daylights out of me and making me very nearly ruin a priceless book or trying to act like my bloody father.”
“Both,” Harry whispered, his eyes cutting over to Ron. “I didn’t realize-“
She held a hand up. “Stop right there. What’s done is done. Now, may I please eat in peace?”
Harry nodded and ducked his head, busying himself with his bangers. She grunted and filled her plate with fruits and porridge. Her stomach was feeling a bit weak this morning after her episode. She wondered if it was that bad because they hadn’t been with Snape the night before or if it was because they were so new. Everything she’d read said that the consort bond was hard to deal with at first but it did calm down. One thing she wasn’t sure she liked was the venom marks acting like a conditioning tool. She wasn’t one of Pavlov’s bloody dogs and the next time she saw her Master, she’d be sure to tell him so.
Ron only let her eat about half of her food before he piped up. “I think we need to talk.”
“About?” she said lightly, trying to ignore the way he stared at her.
“The other morning.”
She hummed. “I’m done talking and I’m fairly certain we agreed to never speak of it again. Besides, I have detention twenty four hours a day until class is back in session.”
“Blimey,” Harry said. “I didn’t realize she’d be that hard on you.”
“Really,” she said flatly and continued to eat as Harry sat blushing.
“But I really need to talk to you about it,” Ron said, almost whining.
“And I said no,” she growled. “Deal with it.”
Ron huffed. “Damn it, Hermione, I honestly have a problem with the other day and I need to discuss it with you.”
“Then ask McGonagall if you can discuss your love life with your ex-girlfriend,” Hermione hissed. “I’m sure she’ll let me out of detention for that.”
“That’s just it!” Ron yelled, flinching when McGonagall cleared her throat and stared at him. He quickly cast a muffliato and leaned forward. “I don’t love Parkinson. I don’t even like her and every time I think about the other morning, I feel a little sick. I don’t remember anything until I was mid… well, you know. All I could think about was… finishing.”
Hermione raised an eyebrow. “So you’re saying you were what… drugged?”
“Maybe,” Ron said, rubbing his neck. “After you and Malfoy stormed off, it was like someone ripped a curtain back and I could think again. I accused Parkinson of slipping me a lust potion but she was just as sick about it as I was. She said she couldn’t remember anything before then either.”
Hermione frowned in thought. Ron’s explanation did make a lot more sense than him simply fucking Pansy because he felt like it. But who would want to drug either one of them? There was no one she was aware of that wanted either of them that badly, or her for that matter. Perhaps some girl was after Draco. It would make sense. But the timing was uncanny. Or was it?
“Ron, what is the very last thing you remember before the library?”
Ron frowned and rubbed his forehead. “I woke up and… I was thirsty. I drank a glass of water.”
“Was it already on the night stand?”
Ron shook his head. “No, the glass was but I conjured the water.”
“Was the glass empty first?”
Ron frowned deeper and nodded. “Yeah, because I picked it up and tried to drink it but there was nothing in it. Then… nothing.”
“Did it taste funny?”
“Not really.”
“You think you know what happened?” Harry asked.
Hermione shook her head. “There aren’t any lust powders that I’m aware of; though I’m sure they could be created. But it would be dreadfully dangerous to use one. Simply inhaling the powder could have half the school rutting against each other. Furthermore, it only affected two people who seemed to search for each other.”
“You mean they targeted them?” Harry asked.
Hermione shrugged. “It would seem that way. Or it could be Ron’s desperate attempt to try and excuse what he did.”
“I’m not excusing it,” Ron growled. “But I don’t think it’s asking too much to be forgiven.”
“No,” Hermione said softly. “I’ve already forgiven you Ron.”
“Then you’ll give me another chance?”
“No,” she said, studying the remaining fruit on her plate. “I’m sorry, Ron, but I don’t want to date you any longer. To be honest, I was actually relieved when I saw you. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“So why tell me now?” Ron growled.
She stared him down. “Why wait until now to tell me you thought you were drugged? If you came to yourself when Malfoy and I found you, you should have said something then.”
Ron ducked his head and swallowed.
“You liked it,” she said softly. “And you’re ashamed that you liked it.”
Ron’s head shot up and his mouth was already open to deny it.
“Don’t,” she warned and his mouth clamped shut. “I don’t want to hear it. Your actions speak for you. Why not go after her anyway? You already know that you’ve got chemistry.”
“Under a potion,” Ron sulked.
She shrugged. “Try it without a potion.”
“Are you giving me permission to shag Pansy Parkinson?” Ron squeaked.
“You may fuck whoever you want to,” she said, popping a grape in her mouth and relishing his shocked face. “We aren’t a couple anymore but we can be friends.”
“Yeah,” Ron said glumly. “Just friends.”
“I’m afraid that’s all I can give right now,” she said softly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to visit the loo before I’m locked in McGonagall’s classroom until lunch.”
She grabbed a banana and left, making a beeline for the loo. She’d seen Draco get up just moments before and she hoped to run into him. She had loads to tell him.
“Going somewhere?” Draco drawled, stepping out of the shadows just around the corner from the Hall.
She motioned to the loo and waited until he fell into step with her. “Seems like someone slipped our exes a mickey.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Ron said that neither one of them remember anything the morning we found them. He drank a glass of water and that’s the last thing that he can recall before being mid-fuck.”
“Finished it though, didn’t he?” Draco said cheekily.
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, he wanted it. He’s just too much of a wimp to admit it.”
Draco snickered and followed her into the girls’ loo. After checking to make sure the coast was clear, he pushed her up against the sink and started kissing her neck.
“So what is your theory?” he whispered.
“I think our Master drugged them to make it easier for us to break up with them. After all, who would blame us for not wanting to be with them anymore?”
He hummed and made his way to her collar bone. “A sound theory. Are you mad at our Master?”
“I want to be,” she said, panting from his ministration. “But I can see why he did it. I’m not sure I like the pain conditioning though.”
“Rather frustrating,” Draco said, unbuttoning her blouse and kissing his way down her torso, in between her breasts, and down her stomach. “But the pleasure is worth it.”
She moaned and forgot what she was going to say, burying her hands in his hair and pulling a little. He growled and yanked her shirt out of her skirt, nipping at her bellybutton. She hissed in pleasure and yanked his head up so she could kiss him again. Her hands quickly undid his shirt, running over his smooth chest. Each touch and caress soothed her frazzled nerves. The side effects of being a consort might be bad but she didn’t mind the counter at all.
Draco pulled back and spun her around, forcefully bending her over the sink. “Didn’t sleep worth a damn last night, too bloody cold.”
“Me either,” she breathed, gasping when he flipped her skirt up and yanked her thong down, nipping her cheeks while he massaged her clit.
“Already wet for me,” he breathed.
He removed his fingers and she moaned impatiently. His dark chuckle sent shivers down her spine. His cock prodded her entrance a moment later, plowing in when it was lined up properly. She let out a guttural groan, her forehead resting on the cool porcelain. Suddenly she was burning up and she needed more, so much more. Draco sank his teeth into her shoulder, his thrusts slow and deep, hitting spots she had forgotten she had. If only Snape were there too. She’d be complete. She gasped at the sudden revelation and Draco groaned, jerking his hips forward and lifting her onto her toes.
“It’s not going to be enough,” he huffed. “Never enough.”
“I’ll die if I can’t come,” she wheezed.
He bit down harder and moved faster, deeper, reaching one arm around to tweak her clit and the other to fondle her breasts still encased in beige satin. She arched her back and dug her hands into his hair, tugging sharply as she was jerked back and forth. A wave of pleasure hit her so fast that she couldn’t breathe, pushing her up and over. She saw spots as she bit down on her lip to keep from screaming. Draco growled against her shoulder, his hips moving erratically.
It took several minutes to come down, both leaning over and panting. When they could feel their legs again, they separated and cleaned up with a wave of their wands. Their clothes were a different story. They both looked in the mirror and laughed at their disheveled state.
Draco lit a cigarette and chuckled. “You look thoroughly shagged, Granger.”
“Which one are you, Malfoy, pot or kettle?”
He smirked. “I’m a cauldron baby.”
“I told you not to call me baby.”
“Which is why that’s your new name.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and righted her clothes, snatching drags from his cigarette every few minutes. “Whatever. Let’s go before McGonagall hunts us down.”

AN: I know, I know, more of that damned plot. I just can't ever seem to write pure smut. Ah well. As always, thank to everyone who reviewed. I'm glad you're liking it. This is a bit darker than I normally write but I'm enjoying it. Lets me exercise my sadistic side. *evil grin* Keep those reviews coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys.
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