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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 and Draco held back a squeak as they were yanked from their beds and shuffled through space. They appeared back in Snape’s cottage, old books, dusty furniture, and all.
“How did you do that?” Hermione breathed.
“Vampire,” Snape reminded her. “But I dare not do it too often. Hogwarts has a way of communicating that I don’t wish to activate. It allows me in and out because it has been my home for most of my life. If I start breaking the wishes of its Headmistress, it will sound the alarm, so to speak.”
Hermione and Draco shivered, only this time it wasn’t from cold. McGonagall had made it clear that she would kick them out if they disobeyed her again.
“Tell me, if you are on lockdown, how are you working on your research?”
“We’re allowed to study,” Hermione said, rubbing her arms. “I charmed a few parchments to communicate so she wouldn’t be suspicious.”
Snape drew his finger over her jaw. “Clever girl.”
“Why did you punish us so badly?” she asked, her eyes filling with tears without her permission.
Snape grimaced. “I suppose old habits die hard. I couldn’t read your thoughts very well. Such resistance.”
“We were trying to figure out a way to get out,” Draco growled. “But getting thrown across the room by rogue wards does tend to curb that.”
Snape winced and immediately stripped them with a wave of his wand, his eyes searching their bodies for something. His eyes flared indigo when he spotted a bruise forming on Draco’s shoulder from an impact with the wall. He turned Draco gently, running his lips over the purpling skin. He muttered several healing charms, running his fingers over the offending marks. He healed another one on Draco’s upper back and yet another on his hip. Then he turned to Hermione and healed a few bruises on her ribs where she’d managed to hit the bed frame.
“Go to my room,” he ordered, his eyes filled with remorse.
They turned silently and trudged up the stairs to the room they’d woken in just the other day. It was dark, illuminated only with a few candles. The bed was turned down, welcoming them into its embrace. They fell into it, breathing a sigh of relief. They hadn’t realized just how exhausted they were or how stressed out they had been. They rolled over to spot Snape studying them from the doorframe.
“I’m afraid I’m not well versed in the art of apologies. All I can offer is my deepest regret that I was not strong enough to read you and assure you that I will try harder in the future. Still, I cannot stress enough that you must communicate with me.”
“How are we to do that?” Draco asked sourly.
“Was it not you who didn’t want to ask me for help?” Snape asked, his eyebrow raised in question.
Draco shrunk in on himself. “We should be able to take care of ourselves.”
“That is my job now,” he admonished. “It was a silent agreement upon accepting to be my slave. Did you happen to forget that part?”
“I don’t like being handled,” Draco hissed, his eyes flashing with anger and hurt.
“I am not Lucius,” Snape reminded him more gently than Hermione thought him capable of. “My part in this agreement is to provide for you and care for all your needs, not control you.”
“You call being conditioned like Pavlov’s dogs not controlling?” Hermione snapped.
Snape smirked. “I admit it is a bit… archaic. But I think you’ll find that we will learn to work together much better with those reinforcements rather than an endless number of arguments.”
“And at the end of the day, your word is law,” Draco said bitterly.
“I am not Lucius,” Snape growled, his eyes flashing again. “And you knew perfectly well what you were accepting when you entered into this. It is not my fault you are having second thoughts.”
Draco huffed. “I didn’t think I’d be scrambling to fulfil your every whim.”
“Oh no?”
Draco’s eyes lowered. “I mean having such strict rules.”
“Some of those rules are for your own protection,” Snape said, gliding across the room and sitting on the foot of the bed in one graceful movement. “You are to kiss to stave off the effects of our agreement. If this were a normal enslavement, you wouldn’t leave my house for several weeks. Debauchery would ensue whilst you both adapted to your new roles. We must still meet every other day to avoid exactly what happened last night. These rules will relax once your bodies become accustomed to my demands.”
“And staying sober?” Hermione asked sourly.
Snape sighed. “I want you to stay focused this week. I know your penchant for staying in an alcohol and drug induced haze but your minds need to stay sharp. I have my doubts that you’ll even be ready to take on such a task in a week. Now that I know Minerva has her eyes on you, I worry that you won’t be able to practice the spells needed. I also worry for your physical health. My blood will only do so much. Alcohol combined with poor nutrition, the miscellaneous ingredients in your favorite cigarettes, and the recreational drugs you can get your hands on have not left your bodies in great shape. Even with the nutritional potion you drink like water, your bodies are sorely out of shape. I can taste it in your blood.”
“What do you suggest?” Draco asked bitterly. “We hardly care about our bodies.”
“I’ve noticed,” Snape said. “But you are mine now and you will take care of what is mine, even if I have to force you. That, however, is a conversation for later. For now, I expect you to stay away from at least alcohol and hard drugs until after your mission. I have been working on a better nutritional supplement that will counteract the neglect you’ve submitted your bodies to. I’ll give you both a dose before I return you to the hospital wing. And… of course… I can feed your need to feel… free.
Their breaths caught in their throats as he produced to papers and a needle. He repeated the same ritual as before, pricking his finger and depositing one drop of blood on two papers before vanishing the needle. He gave them each a soft kiss and put the blotters on their tongues.
“I am sorry. Please take this as a token of my deepest apologies.”
Bliss. Peace. Taste. Touch. Smell. Most importantly, no pain. Snape waited a few minutes for the blood to take affect before he leaned down to devour Draco’s mouth. Hermione watched with soft eyes as Snape and Draco tried to consume each other. Snape worked his way down Draco’s body, stopping to worship every crevice and dip with his tongue and a scrape of his fangs. Draco bucked his hips and clutched the sheets when he reached his naval but Snape merely pulled back and worked his way from Draco’s feet up. He waved a hand over his body and Hermione breathed in the smell of the cleaning spell. It tasted like lemons and some sort of other citrus fruits.
Her breath caught in her throat as Snape gently spread Draco’s legs and lapped at his cock, kissing and nibbling and working his way to Draco’s opening. Sweat broke out on Draco’s forehead when Snape licked a slow stripe over his pucker. Hermione couldn’t stand it anymore and dove in, taking Draco’s lips in a burning kiss. She quickly worked her way down his body, groaning when he fisted one of his hands in her hair.
Her nose bumped into Snape’s as she licked a stripe down Draco’s cock. The vampire’s eyes were filled with amusement. She blushed and then gasped as he took her mouth in a burning kiss, sharing Draco’s essence with her. It tasted like cotton candy and lemons and something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. It was delicious anyway. She pushed harder against Snape’s mouth, flinching when his fangs pinched her lips and salty warmth flooded her mouth. She pulled back to see Snape’s blood covered lips and his bright indigo eyes. He licked her lips and then went back to Draco, jabbing his tongue inside with one smooth movement. Draco groaned and tried to buck but was held back by Snape.
Hermione took that as the go ahead and swallowed Draco’s cock, humming at the strangled cry he gave. She yelped when fingers prodded her pussy. Draco had shifted to where he could reach her. She moaned around his cock when he pulled her closer and slid two fingers into her already gushing pussy. They moved frantically, as if he was trying to get her to go over the same time he did. Snape’s hand moved up to fondle Draco’s bollocks and she moved faster, varying the pressure she used with her lips to encourage Draco to blow. He never could last when she did that. And he didn’t this time. His thighs shook and his hand tightened in her hair as he went over. She swallowed him down, savoring the slightly sweet salty taste. It was a new experience, not the normally bitter seed she had tasted before.
“Fuck,” Draco panted as she and Snape both pulled back.
Hermione didn’t have time to agree. She squeaked as she was jerked forward and spun before being flipped on her back. The scent of citrus flooded her nose and she felt a warm bubbling in her arse. She couldn’t help but moan at the sensation. Draco leaned over and gave her a brutal kiss, tasting himself on her tongue and sighing at the sensations. She gave herself over, letting him explore her mouth.
Snape ran his nose through her lower curls and inhaled deeply, growling in pleasure. She shivered and gasped as Draco began playing with her breasts. Snape nibbled around her lips, bumping her clit a few times with his nose before licking her from front to back. She squeaked when his powerful tongue searched out her rosebud, lapping and massaging her rear entrance until she was shuddering in pleasure. Draco ran a hand down and started gently rubbing circles around her engorged clit as Snape began pushing his tongue inside her rear. It was something she hadn’t felt before but it was amazing. The gentle push and pull of his tongue combined with Draco’s light caresses had her climbing but not able to go over.
She wiggled and cried out into Draco’s mouth, trying to get to heaven. Draco pulled back with a wicked gleam in his eye and ran his tongue over the still purplish bruise over her neck before biting gently. At the same time, he thrust two fingers into her willing pussy and Snape stabbed his tongue into her arse. It was just enough to make her go over, screaming her release to whoever cared to hear it. The men stayed with her until she couldn’t even move anymore, so spent she was.
She watched through bleary eyes as the men started kissing each other. Snape quickly won, forcing Draco back to the mattress to lie beside her. Snape pulled back with a smirk, watching Draco panting heavily, trying to get his breath back. He surveyed them like an art collector appraising his collection. It made them both a little warm inside to see the admiration clearly in the vampire’s eyes. Hermione felt Draco’s hand clamp over hers and squeeze three times, making her smirk. It was their signal, the one they used when they wanted to have a little fun with someone else.
Snape noticed it but was still caught off guard when they popped up and started tearing the clothes from his body. He chuckled and allowed it, though he didn’t help them. After a few minutes of wrestling, they finally wrenched his arms free of his shirt and pushed him down onto the bed. Draco began working on his trousers while Hermione quickly bared his feet. Draco yanked the offending trousers off and Hermione gasped to see that Snape had gone commando. She dove for him, licking and nibbling his weeping cock, purple with arousal.
Draco came up beside her and started tonguing the vampire’s bollocks while he felt around for his wand. They both froze when Snape handed Draco his wand to do the honors. Draco took it reverently, pausing for a moment to appreciate the raw power that pulsed from the wand before casting a cleansing charm. He wasn’t sure he needed to, seeing as how Vampires didn’t exactly use their digestive tract, but he wanted to just in case. He handed Snape the wand back, his eyelids flickering as his mark pulsed with pleasure.
Hermione didn’t waste any time, swallowing the vampire’s cock to the root, thankful that she’d learned to control her gag reflex with Draco months ago. Snape was a bit thicker and it was difficult but she wanted to please him so badly that she powered through it, reflexively swallowing the head and listening to Snape’s hisses of pleasure. Long fingers found their way to her hair, holding her steady without cramming her face into jet black curls. She appreciated that Snape could be gentle as well as rough. She never had liked it when Ron shoved her face in between his legs and held her there. Not even Draco did that in a drunken haze. A wave of wetness rolled down her legs at the thought and her mark started pulsing with pleasure.
Draco knelt beside her, bathing Snape’s bollocks and pucker in turn, his body shivering whenever the vampire growled in pleasure. He took a deep breath and shoved his tongue inside. Hermione knew that he’d never given a rim job before. They’d blown someone together, but they’d never gotten this intimate, usually switching back and forth to gain their air back. That didn’t seem to be a problem now though, for some strange reason. There was no need to pant as long as their lips stayed on the vampire. How strange.
They couldn’t think a moment later. Snape started almost purring and his hips whirled a little. Hermione felt the telltale pulses in his cock and tapped Draco so he’d know as well. They coordinated their efforts, Draco’s thrusts matching the bob of her head. Snape fisted both hands in the bed sheets and let out a feral snarl, releasing his load into Hermione’s waiting mouth. She waited until he had finished pulsing before pulling back and sharing his essence with Draco, kissing him deeply. Snape tasted like licorice and something spicy. Was dangerous a flavor?
“Well done,” Snape purred.
He reached down to grab their hands and pulled them up on either side of them. Their marks pulsed gently, slowly stoking their arousal. The closed their eyes and laid their heads on his shoulders, enjoying the mild pleasure. They’d pleased their master and they were surprised that it gave them more pleasure than the marks did. They both wanted to make him proud of them. Snape was a tough man to impress at the best of times.
After several minutes of recovery, Snape shifted, pulling Draco to the center of the bed. Hermione allowed herself to be maneuvered on top of Draco, her core brushing against his awakening erection. Snape kissed them both gently before taking Draco’s length in hand and stroking him to full hardness. At the same time, he gently ran his fingers over Hermione’s nether lips, testing her readiness. When they were both ready, Snape took it upon himself to join them.
Hermione hissed in pleasure as Draco filled her. Snape murmured words of appreciation before casting another spell to slicken her rear entrance. She gasped as he slowly added a finger. Draco’s gasp echoed hers and she looked to see Snape preparing them both. She wondered who was about to get the plug and then decided she didn’t care. She moved her hips slowly over Draco, enjoying the way his cock brushed against the thin wall separating him and Snape’s finger. Another finger and then another was added until she was mewling in pleasure.
She scarcely noticed when the black box floated across the room but Draco did, stiffening slightly. She kissed him, trying to get him to relax. He did slowly, breathing deeply between kisses to calm himself. When he was finally relaxed, Snape moved, making them both protest when he pulled away. The vampire chuckled and snatched something from the box too quickly for either of them to see. Hermione’s eyes slid shut when she felt Snape’s cock prod her, sliding in slowly.
“What the fuck is that?” Draco panted, groaning in pleasure.
Snape chuckled darkly. “Something I’ve been working on. You see, there is only one way I can have you both at the same time, and I’m not quite ready to relinquish that bit of myself. However, I want you both to feel me so I made some minor adjustments to a spell.”
“That doesn’t feel like a spell,” Draco moaned.
Snape hummed and slid just a bit deeper inside Hermione. “It’s a mimicking spell. You have an exact replica of myself, Draco, and it’s spelled to move exactly as I do.”
“Fuck,” Draco and Hermione both cried when he slid further with a quick jolt.
“Quite marvelous, isn’t it?” Snape asked, amusement oozing in this tone.
“It’s amazing,” Draco breathed, his hips writhing as Snape started a slow sensual rhythm.
Hermione couldn’t tell which way was up, nor did she care. Directions didn’t matter. Feelings did. And every movement of the men inside her created a fission of pleasure deep inside, not only in her core, but in her soul. Was this what Snape had mentioned? Was she about to be able to talk with her soul? What would it feel like?
Before she could take another breath, pleasure exploded, sending her so high she was certain that she’d flown outside her body. She felt herself rising weightlessly. Draco’s eyes locked with hers and she could taste his contentment. One of Snape’s arms was draped around her, another holding Draco’s hand. She felt his satisfaction and his pleasure and she basked in it, along with the overwhelming pleasure that traveled through her body. They floated along for several moments before they slammed back into their bodies, the pain of the sudden jolt making them whimper.
The world dimmed and the last thing she saw was a beautiful golden peachy color.

AN: Snape is sorry. ;) Sorry it's been a while guys. There was a weekend shift and I always take my birthday off as a gift to myself and then I got the joy of sitting in the ER half the night. Blasted daredevil boys. I'll try to speed this one up but I'm gonna beg forgivness on my slowness. Hopefully this little lemon was worth the wait. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I'm glad you put up with me. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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