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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
- 1-Junkies
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Hermione slid into her seat in the Great Hall and immediately began piling food on her plate. Between the interlude in the loo with Draco and her mad dash to the library to find the book she needed before McGonagall found her, she didn’t have much time left to eat. The boys looked at her like she had a third eye as she scarfed down her roast. She still had to write to Charlie and con Harry into sending it off with a school owl.
“Is it that good?” Harry asked, frowning as she stuffed a potato and a carrot in her mouth at the same time.
“Sorry,” she said as soon as she swallowed her bite. She wasn’t Ron after all. “I don’t have much time.”
“Yeah, Malfoy’s been here for ten minutes,” Ron said, scowling across the room.
Hermione turned around to see Draco methodically cutting into his meal. Always so proper, even when he didn’t want to be. She shook her head and turned to face the boys.
“I had a few more books to pick up at the library and I knew McGonagall wouldn’t let me go so I faked going to the loo.”
“You honestly think McGonagall would ban you from the library?” Ron asked incredulously.
“I’m in detention,” she said curtly, taking out a parchment and a self-inking quill. “And she most certainly would stop me from going to the restricted section.”
“Ah,” Harry said, as if that explained everything. “What are you doing now?”
“I have to get a letter out. I tried to write it during detention but McGonagall snatched it up before I could seal it up. Harry, do you think you could deliver it for me?”
“Sure,” Harry said. “Who are you writing to?”
“Charlie,” Hermione said absentmindedly, ignoring Ron’s sharp intake of breath. “Malfoy and I are working on a potion involving dragons and I had a few questions for him. Rather than spend three weeks trying to find the answers, I thought he might be able to answer them.”
“Hermione Granger not trusting books?” Ron asked softly. “What is the world coming to?”
“The world has changed,” she growled, stabbing the paper a little harder than she intended to. “And so have I. Harry?”
“Sure thing,” Harry said, taking the parchment from her after she rolled it up.
She gave him a grateful smile. “Thanks.”
It turned into a frown as a sleek black owl swooped into the Great Hall. It landed gracefully beside Hermione’s plate, bowing a little. It had one parchment tied to each leg, one marked with an H and one with a D. Her stomach fluttered, knowing exactly who it was from. She quickly took the parchment meant for her and tried to pay the owl with a bit of her roast but the bloody bird nipped her finger, savoring the bit of blood that leaked out.
“Blimey,” Ron breathed, his eyes wide. “I’ve seen owls bite before but I’ve never seen them drink the blood.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and scoffed, trying to cover her uneasiness. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
She tried to quell the shaking in her hands as she unrolled the parchment. It was blank until a drop of her blood from the bite dripped onto the paper. Words appeared and she read its contents:
Pet,
I missed you. Do not make me wait for you again.
Your Master.
She yelped when the parchment went up in flames, quickly burning out and scattering ashes into the air before disappearing.
“What was that about?” Harry asked.
“Private missive,” she murmured, wringing her hands.
“Something wrong?” Ron asked.
She jerked and looked up, giving him a weak smile. “Nothing at all.”
Draco’s yelp a moment later was all the confirmation she needed. They had to find a way around McGonagall’s wards tonight… or else.
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Any ideas? Draco wrote on his charmed parchment.
Hermione’s spell had worked wonders in detention. McGonagall was none the wiser and they were able to nail down two solid strategies for harvesting the dragon scales with a backup plan. However, they were still not sure how to break through McGonagall’s wards on their dorms. And, unlike her letter to Charlie, she had no one to deliver a letter to Snape informing him of their detention.
No luck, Hermione wrote back. Neither one of us have an outside window so we can’t very well fly out. McGonagall put up a perimeter ward to detect when another magical signature tries to tamper with it. There’s also a reverse age line, so no go there. Did you have any thoughts?
Not really. I don’t know if she put it up on your room or not, but there is a dark magic sensory ward.
She did. I’ve searched the room for secret tunnels but there are none.
I think we’re well and truly fucked.
How long do you think we have?
Not sure. But it won’t be pretty.
He was right. Just after curfew, their marks started burning. There wasn’t anything they could do about it though. Charging the door in desperation made them fly back across the room. Any spells thrown at the door repelled. After a while, they had nothing left but to curl in a ball and let the tears fall from the pain. After a while, their collar pulsed, the second set of marks throbbing until they finally passed out from exhaustion.
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Hermione awoke to banging on her portrait. She was too weak to move, groaning an invitation to whoever was brave enough to try to pass through the wards.
“Miss Granger?”
“Headmistress?” she asked blearily. She could barely lift her head from the floor where she’d been when she couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Good heavens,” McGonagall said. “This is much worse than I thought.”
She barely registered what happened to her. Her eyes slid shut as magic enveloped her.
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“What’s wrong with her?” Harry asked.
“She’s suffering from some sort of deficiency,” Madam Pomfrey tutted.
“You don’t know what kind?” Harry asked.
Madam Pomfrey sighed. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“They must have caught something in the forest,” Harry said.
Hermione managed to open her eyes and wished she hadn’t. The bright sun reflecting off the sheets made her wince in pain. What happened?
“Hey Hermione,” Harry said softly as he leaned over her bed. “How are you feeling?”
“Awful,” she croaked.
Actually, she was worse than awful. She was cold, so cold, and she ached everywhere. Her whole abdomen felt tender and her neck was stiff. Snape had been so angry last night and there was no way they could get to him. Oh Merlin, where was Draco?
“Malfoy?”
“Here, Granger,” Draco said tiredly.
She turned to see him in the bed across from her. He looked worse than the day before. His whole face had a blueish tint to it, like he’d been frozen. She wanted nothing more than to grab him and hotfoot it to Snape’s house, wherever that was. But she couldn’t move and from the looks of things, he couldn’t either. It was so hard to keep her eyes open. Maybe this was it, blessed release. She let a blissful sigh escape her. A smile crept over Draco’s face.
“That would be too easy, wouldn’t it?”
“Probably,” she sighed. “But a girl can dream.”
“Aye,” he said, groaning and clutching his groin as the pain flared to life. “Shit, shit, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck. Stop! Please stop.”
Hermione couldn’t join him in his chant. The pain was too intense. She curled into a tiny ball and whimpered, clamping her hand over the mark and trying to plead in her mind that it wasn’t their fault. Snape was more than angry. He was going to kill them both.
“What the devil?” McGonagall cried.
“I’m not sure,” Madam Pomfrey said, casting dozens of diagnostic charms. “Nothing is registering.”
“Potter, out,” McGonagall barked.
“But-“
“No,” McGonagall snapped. “Out now. Everyone out.”
Hermione couldn’t tell who all had been there in the first place but she knew who she wanted to be there. She’d displeased her Master so badly that he was trying to murder her. The Hospital door shut with a bang and the buzzing of a privacy spell filled her ears.
“We’ve got to get those collars off of them,” McGonagall said tersely. “They’re torturing them.”
“Good luck,” Madam Pomfrey said sadly. “Every time I’ve even tried to touch them I’ve landed on my arse across the room.”
“Miss Granger,” McGonagall growled. “Take off the collar.”
“Can’t,” she whispered.
“Merlin help us all,” McGonagall huffed. “What does the collar want?”
“Out,” Draco wheezed, shuddering in pain. “It wants out.”
“Out of the question,” McGonagall snapped and left the room in a flurry of robes.
Madam Pomfrey sighed and shook her head. “I can knock you unconscious to escape the pain. That’s about it.”
“Works for me,” Draco groaned.
“Me too,” Hermione whimpered. She’d had enough pain.
“Very well,” Pomfrey said sadly. “I’d advise you to write to whoever your blasted Master is and inform him of your punishment for seeing them the first time.”
“Thanks but no thanks,” Draco said sourly.
“Suit yourself,” Pomfrey said, hitting him with a stunner a moment later. She turned to Hermione, who was trying not to cry. “You know, Miss Granger, whatever you think, you don’t deserve such pain. Neither of you do.”
She tried to respond but the red light enveloped her, sending her hurdling into the darkness and blessed relief.
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“Wake up!”
Hermione barely kept from screaming as she shot straight up. A pair of enraged indigo eyes met her and tears immediately sprung to her eyes.
“Master?”
“Oh, so now you remember who I am,” Snape said sardonically.
“We didn’t forget. We tried-“
“Nonsense,” Snape growled, flickering across the room to rouse Draco with a spell and an order to wake.
Draco came up swinging, freezing a moment later when he caught sight of the angry vampire staring him down.
“Master?”
“So you both remember me?” Snape snarled.
“How could we forget?” Draco said, grimacing and rubbing his groin.
Snape snapped his wrist and Hermione’s bed practically flew across the room. She screamed and held on tightly as it came to a stop beside Draco. Snape stood between them, accusation clear in his eyes.
“You deliberately disobeyed me.”
“Hardly,” Draco growled. “We are in the hospital wing in case you didn’t realize it.”
“If you would have come-“
“We couldn’t,” Hermione squeaked, finally finding her voice. “McGonagall has us on 24 hour lockdown the rest of the week.”
“You couldn’t have written to tell me this?”
“What part of lockdown did you not catch?” Draco growled. “We are sealed in our rooms at night, walked everywhere but the loo, and ordered silent the entire day. I thought she was going to have a heart attack when we kissed the first day.”
“Ferdinand informs me that your scent left on a letter this afternoon.”
“Number one, I thought he was leaving,” Hermione snapped. “Number two, I have no idea how he smelled that in the middle of the day if he didn’t leave. And Number three, I had Harry deliver a letter to Charlie Weasley to try and gain access to the reserve in Romania. Who exactly could I get to deliver a message to you? McGonagall took up my note for Draco before even he could read it. Do you honestly think she would let me send a dead professor an owl?”
Snape sighed and rubbed his brow in irritation. “Ferdinand stayed at my request to keep an eye on you. He is very old and therefore very powerful. My magical signature is too easily recognized to do it myself. But you are right. There is no way to communicate if you are both watched every moment of the day.”
“Besides, she’s got a magical signature sensing ward around our rooms,” Draco said. “Even you couldn’t gain access.”
“Don’t be so sure of that,” Snape said with a smirk. “I did gain access to this room.”
“How?” Hermione asked breathlessly.
Snape sighed and caressed her cheek. “Vampires are not bound by the same rules as mortals. But in the same token, we cannot use the same means of communication either. Two way mirrors are useless. Owls are out.”
“What does that leave?” Draco asked sadly.
“Protean charms and parchments,” Hermione said. “Muggle cellphones won’t work here. Neither of us have accessible floos. And every other means of communication will stir McGonagall’s suspicions.”
Snape pursed his lips. “I have a feeling she is already suspicious. She would never have put you on lockdown if she wasn’t. How did she react to your collars?”
“Said they had no place in Hogwarts,” Draco said with a frown. “She ordered us to take them off but we told her that was impossible.”
“Madam Pomfrey tried taking them off earlier and they zapped her,” Hermione said.
Snape sighed and waved his hand. The collars immediately unbuckled and floated into his hand. “Perhaps I should rethink my design if she is so upset with them.”
“No one else has seemed to notice them,” Hermione said, frowning in thought. “That’s really odd, isn’t it? Harry and Ron would normally have a fit.”
“They have a charm to make the eyes glide over them,” Snape said, studying them intently. “However, the older a witch or wizard gets, the more immune to them they get. I imagine most of the professors notice them immediately.”
“And portraits,” Hermione muttered.
Snape’s head jerked up. “What did that old fool say?”
“That he was glad we found you,” Draco said softly.
Snape hummed and ran his fingers over the dark purple marks on his pets’ necks. “I see. I also see that an apology is in order.”

AN: Did someone say posessive Snape and more Smut? Well... stay tuned. *evil laugh* As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. It's been strange, writing a story where the characters are so adverse to emotions or deeper connections. It's kind of freeing in a way. Keep those reviews coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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