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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 was about to go stark raving mad. Five hours of nothing but studying the dragon books and taking notes was almost torture. There were no drugs or alcohol to keep her mind pleasantly numb. She had a gnawing craving for a cigarette that made her chew her fingernails. To top it off, that itchy feeling was starting to return, as were the aches and pains she thought Snape had healed the day before.
How long had it been since she’d actually enjoyed research? One, almost two years? Definitely before the war. She’d spent the entire time on the run studying that bloody children’s book, trying to make sense of everything and decipher Dumbledore’s cryptic and seemingly random messages, trying to find any trace of where the horcruxes could have ended up. All that searching without gratification of learning anything useful had broken something inside her. She still liked research, knowledge, learning new things, but the drive to study until her eyes blurred and her hair frizzed was gone. Now she tried to find ways not to use her mind.
“Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy, time for lunch.”
“Thank Merlin,” Draco huffed, slamming his book shut and blowing on his parchment to dry the ink. He shrugged at McGonagall’s raised eyebrow. “I’m starving.”
Hermione practically ran from the room as soon as her things were in order. She was going to go insane in detention. Any move to whisper was met with a cleared throat and an icy stare so talking was out. She tried slipping Draco a note but McGonagall summoned it before he could grab it. She was glad that she’d charmed it to turn to ash if someone besides its intended reader touched it. They had to talk though, discuss their plans and how to get around McGonagall’s spells. And their mission was coming up. She shivered at the thought of being charred by a dragon and dove into the loo.
Draco entered a few seconds later, throwing up a locking charm before dragging her further into the room and pushing her to the floor. She hissed as the rough stones scraped her hands and knees. He fell behind her with a thud. No foreplay was needed. The sound of his zipper being jerked open was enough to make her wet. A few moments later, her thong was completely ripped away, the sting of the elastic making her cry out.
Draco growled low in his throat as he entered her with one hard thrust. The force of his hips made her slide across the floor and she cried out in pain, the stones cutting into her knees. Draco didn’t wait for her to recover. He began pounding into her, reaching around to tweak her clit. She moaned and tried to lean into every thrust but he was so forceful she was having a hard time matching him. It was exactly what she needed.
Neither one lasted very long before they both went over, snarling through gritted teeth to keep their voices down. Draco hadn’t had the time to cast a silencing charm. He leaned his forehead on her upper back, trying to slow his breathing.
“Fuck I needed that,” Draco panted. “All that silent studying is about to kill me.”
“Yeah,” Hermione said, trembling from aftershocks. “We’ve got to find a way around her so we can discuss everything.”
“Well, I don’t want to have to write to our Master and cry for help so we’ve got to figure this out fast by ourselves.”
“Well, we’ve got to be able to at least communicate during detention.”
Draco sighed and pulled out of her with a groan. “Old Mac could hear a pin drop and I’m certain she’d be able to detect a privacy spell.”
Hermione shivered and slowly started healing herself. It wouldn’t do for anyone to see the deep scratches on her knees. Good thing she always carried around a pot of dittany in her robes. Draco was right though. McGonagall would be able to see through most spells and even if she didn’t detect it, their moving mouths would give them away.
“It’ll have to be a charmed parchment,” she finally decided as the last of her scrapes healed. “It’ll be difficult trying to write back and forth but McGonagall won’t be able to detect our conversation that way. There will be no moving lips, no visible flying notes, just the scratching of quills.”
Draco hummed and straightened is clothes before busying himself with repairing her thong. “You’re thinking like a Slytherin now, Granger. Well done.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “The problem is, I don’t know the charm right off hand. It wouldn’t take me five minutes to look it up but you know McGonagall isn’t going to give us five minutes to find it.”
“I honestly have no clue how she isn’t storming in here now,” Draco said with a smirk as he handed her back her knickers.
She snatched them away and slipped them back on with a scowl. “You locked the door genius. She could be trying to break the bloody thing down as we speak.”
Draco pulled out a cigarette and lit up. “Better make the most of it then.”
She rolled her eyes and held her hand out for a drag. “So what have you learned?”
Draco smirked and handed her the fag. “I’ve already gotten into your knickers baby.”
“Call me baby one more time and you’ll be permanently blocked from my knickers.”
“Master would never allow it.”
“Awful sure of yourself, aren’t you? What if he decides that you’re being an arrogant prick and need to be taken down a notch or five? I bet he’ll ground you from sex for a month.”
“You wouldn’t,” he growled.
“Call me baby again and see what happens.”
“Well what in the fuck should I call you?”
“Granger has been working out nicely,” she said dryly.
He sighed. “Yeah, but it doesn’t make that flush come to your cheeks.”
“You like seeing me angry?”
He shrugged. “I like seeing you with a look other than that blank emotionless stare you always have.”
“And you’re just a veritable waterfall of facial emotions.”
“Yeah, yeah, say what you want but it isn’t easy trying to unlearn what 18 years of beatings and worse drove into my head.”
“You’ve gotten over fucking a mudblood. I’d say that’s a start.”
Draco flinched and glared at her. “Would you quit using that fucking word?”
“Why? It’s what I am, isn’t it?”
“It’s a disgusting term that reminds me of years of abuse. Father used to spit that word at me until my face was covered in his saliva. You know, in all those years, he failed to explain exactly why you were so inferior. You didn’t choose your parents, you didn’t inherit like I did, and yet, you have just as much magic as I do. It’s rather… contradicting. Even at my lowest, I did notice that.”
She nodded and took it for what it was, the closest thing she’d ever get to an apology. She didn’t even care, really. The war had made many things insignificant, their past encounters being one. Draco hadn’t made exceptions for his behavior. He’d subtly showed that he’d changed and that was enough for her. It probably wasn’t for the rest of the wizarding world but… fuck them. Snape was right. What they thought didn’t really matter. They just had to get those scales. She was going to go spare in this place.
She handed him the cigarette and cleared her throat. “Are you going to tell me what you learned or not?”
“Well, one I’m sure you already know about is the conjunctivitis curse. We all saw how well that dragon of Krum’s took it.”
She paled a little. “I don’t want the dragon to crush its eggs.”
“No, that would be disastrous. Some of those dragons are so rare they couldn’t risk losing even one. There are a few spells that will make the dragon lethargic. They’re dark but non-lethal. They won’t harm it but they might affect how the dragon fends off predators for several hours.”
She frowned. “I don’t want to leave it defenseless. Is there anything that we could magically drug it with that we could reverse?”
“Give me a little more time and I might be able to find a counter for that lethargy spell. Other than that, there are spells to paralyze them. They don’t last but maybe five minutes. How long would we need to grab the scales?”
“According to what I’ve read so far, the scales should be loose and relatively easy to pry off. It shouldn’t take more than a few minutes. However, it takes a bit of force and you have to wiggle them to make sure they are ready. One drop of blood or extra skin and that scale is useless because it is considered harm. Depending on the dragon species, the scales that are ready change color slightly. We’ll have to note them quickly.”
“That would be where the lethargy would come in handy, make the beast slow while we inspect a few scales to find the best candidates.”
She nodded. “And the paralyzing spell will keep it still long enough to remove the scales. But there’s still the problem of getting close enough. They have exceptionally keen hearing and eyesight, not to mention a certain sixth sense if you will.”
“The books mention those as well. There are several spells that target each one but you have to get pretty close to cast it.”
“We have another problem,” Hermione said, chewing on her fingernails.
“What?”
“How many dragons have you seen in England or Scotland that weren’t imported?”
“Erm, only Hagrid’s our first year.”
“I’ve seen two, Norbert and the dragon from Gringotts.”
He smirked. “Didn’t you set that one loose?”
“Maybe.”
“How did you ride the blasted thing?”
“It was blind and scared out of its mind. It was hardly a healthy nesting mother.”
He nodded and handed her the cigarette. “So did your harvesting books say anything about where to find them?”
She took a drag and shook her head. “They’re pretty much restricted to the reserves.”
“And the closest one?”
“Romania.”
He sighed. “So we need a portkey.”
“And a contact at the reserves. You need permission to harvest anything from creatures in captivity legally. If we found a wild dragon we wouldn’t, but the chances of that are pretty slim.”
“Any ideas?”
She swallowed hard and handed him the cigarette. “Ron’s brother Charlie is a dragon keeper at the reserve in Romania. He brought the dragons in for the Tri Wizard Tournament.”
He rubbed his eyes and took the last drag off the cigarette, letting it out slowly. “And you just told his brother to fuck off.”
She shrugged. “Not really. I said we could still be friends. Charlie has always been a bit of a rebel.”
“Well, it’s the best shot we have besides trying to locate a wild one.”
“I’ll owl him.”
“How? McGonagall will insist to read the blasted letter.”
“I’ll charm a parchment for his eyes only and have Harry mail it.”
“You think Potter will go along with it?”
“To get back on my good side? Yes.”
He smirked and snuffed out the fag. “It’s good to have lapdogs, isn’t it?”
She sniffed. “Whatever Malfoy. Charm your scent clean. You smell like an ash tray.”
“Says the bouquet of roses.”
She rolled her eyes and smirked as he cast a scent cancelling charm. His biting remarks amused her. At least she could get through the day with them. She was not looking forward to the rest of the day.

AN: I'm glad you all like plot because there is a whole hell of a lot of it in these next few chapters. But I did try to squeak some fun times into it. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I seem to have caught a second wind on my original novel because of you guys so we'll see how it goes. Of course, I won't put this one down until it's done. I wouldn't leave you hanging. Keep those reviews coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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