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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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Hermione timidly held out her hand to the sleek black owl that delivered a parchment. It gently pecked at her finger and nibbled at the drop of blood that came out. She couldn’t help but laugh as it flew up and nuzzled her cheek before soaring out of the room.
“That is one seriously fucked up owl,” Ron said, a frown creasing his brows.
“He’s cute,” Hermione said lightly, trying to quell the trembling in her fingers as she unrolled the parchment and smudged her blood over the blank paper.
Pets,
Write to Weasley and explain that the trip must happen after dusk here since he is two hours ahead of us. The portkey will have to work from inside a house. Make sure he knows this as it will need to be calibrated differently. As for your other concern, the effects should pass quickly. We’ll need to avoid another dose for a few weeks if it is already started. I’m coming tonight. Be prepared.
Your Master
Hermione quickly stuffed the letter in her bag and retrieved a new parchment and quill. She furiously wrote to Charlie, explaining that she’d gotten herself in a bit of trouble and would have to travel at night with her partner from inside a house as refuge. Charlie might even find it amusing. She quickly signed and sealed it, spelling it for his eyes only.
“One more time Harry?”
Harry smiled. “Sure thing. More questions?”
She raised an eyebrow and watched as Harry and Ron dissolved into laughter. Of course she had questions. She always had questions… or at least she used to. Maybe they would think things were back to normal. Ha. Normal.
“I’ll send it after lunch.”
“Thanks Harry.”
“Why don’t you ask me to do it?” Ron asked with a pout.
“Do you honestly think Pig would make it to Romania?”
“No,” Ron huffed. “But Harry is using a school owl anyway.”
“You wouldn’t though. Pig wouldn’t let you get near one.”
Ron frowned. “I guess you’re right.”
She smirked and grabbed her bag. “Gotta run to the loo before detention again.”
“You seem happier this afternoon,” Harry said suddenly.
She shrugged. “Getting used to it.”
She stalked out of the Great Hall. What she wasn’t about to tell Harry and Ron was that McGonagall had left them until the last moment before lunch. They’d tested several spells, though it had taken almost all their strength. In truth, she felt like she was about to keel over at any moment. She hoped Draco had managed to nick some potions for them.
“You have a lot of secret admirers,” Draco said, matching her steps and following her into the loo.
She led the way, giving him the parchment as soon as the bathroom door was locked. “Are you one of them?”
He read the letter and smirked before pushing her up against the wall. “Of course not. I don’t admire from afar.”
“Might as well be a secret though,” she breathed, her eyes closing without her permission when he brushed his lips over her neck.
“You want to change that?”
“Not particularly,” she whispered, reaching down to unzip his trousers. “I’d rather not spend the rest of school trying to avoid the press.”
“It would make things very interesting though,” he muttered, not bothering to shuck her clothes before lifting her legs and putting them around his waist.
She couldn’t speak anymore as his finger moved her knickers aside and began stroking her heated flesh. She maneuvered around to release his cock, relishing the deep groan he couldn’t hold in. A few moments later, he was seated deep inside her.
“I’m too bloody tired for hard and fast, baby.”
“I’m not your fucking baby,” she snapped, bucking her hips to get a different angle. “Did you manage to nick those potions?”
“In my bag,” he panted.
He started moving a little faster but it was nothing like what she was used to. It was… nice. And that terrified her. It was almost too much like Ron. This wasn’t making love. Then again, they were both bone tired. Would it be so bad to savor it?
“Stop thinking so bloody much,” he growled. “You’ll make me lose my fucking concentration.”
“You have to concentrate?”
He chuckled. “Hardly, but I want to watch your eyes roll back in your head just the same.”
A few minutes and a well-placed tweak on her clit later, he got his wish. Pleasure hit her in waves, making her twist and arch in his arms. The friction of her movements sent him over, gasping his release. His knees shook and they slid down the wall together. The feeling of the stones scraping against her back sent her over again, a weak cry falling from her lips.
He chuckled. “You always like it rough.”
“I need it,” she said softly.
He smirked. “You’re welcome.”
She snorted. “That wasn’t rough. I… I’ve never…”
“Don’t analyze it,” he snapped. “We’re both too tired for much more than that.”
“How many more spells do we have to learn?”
“A few,” he admitted, pulling out of her with a soft moan. “I think we can cover them this afternoon if McGonagall decides to go off again.”
“Not sure I can handle more. I’m exhausted.”
“That’s why I nicked these,” he said, shuffling over to his bag that he’d dropped the second they’d entered the room. He took out several vials. “Here you go, baby.”
“Call me baby again and you’ll be looking for a potion to reconnect your bollocks.”
“Then who would fuck you?”
“Master,” she said, smirking when his mask slipped.
He pouted. “You play more like a Slytherin every day.”
She grinned. “Everyone should have a little Slytherin in them.”
He chuckled and shook his head at her antics. “Back on track, this first vial is a girding potion. It’s supposed to increase endurance for weeks. Not sure if we should take it now so we can get through training or not. The second is an invigoration drought. That’ll help right now. This third one is wideye potion. It will keep us from falling asleep. I got it as a backup.”
“Let’s hold off on the girding potion until we talk to Master.”
He nodded and handed her the invigoration drought. “Bottoms up, Granger.”
She smirked. “You’d like that.”
He spluttered a moment, struggling to get his potion down. “Bitch.”
“Takes one to know one.”
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Hermione almost jumped a foot when Snape appeared in the middle of her dorm room. He wore a cocky smirk and a thick cloak that made her want to snuggle up to him. She didn’t think he’d appreciate that though, so she simply grabbed his offered hand and tried not to scream as the scenery changed to that of the forbidden forest.
“That was too bloody easy,” Draco growled as soon as she got her bearings back. He’d been standing behind them.
Snape grabbed his hand and whisked them away to his house, dropping them as soon as they could stand again. “Only because that meddling old fool is keeping Minerva preoccupied so she can’t detect the shimmer in the wards.”
“What’s her problem anyway?” Draco croaked, looking decidedly green.
“Do you think I am the only one who has noticed how thin and sallow you both are?”
“She’s worried,” Hermione said quietly.
“Abundantly so,” Snape said with a nod, disappearing and reappearing a few seconds later with a tea tray filled with finger sandwiches. “And the collars make her even more nervous. She doesn’t know to whom they belong, but she is worried you are both caught up in things you ought not to be involved in.”
“We’re better now,” Draco said quietly before grabbing a sandwich and politely nibbling on it.
“Albus seems to agree,” Snape said. “I had quite the discussion with him. Seems you two have been doing the minimum to get by. It has caused some heated debates among the professors. If you two haven’t improved by the end of this break, they will take it upon themselves to intervene.”
“We’ve not been that bad,” Hermione protested.
“No?” Snape asked, raising an amused brow as she quickly snatched a sandwich from the tray and sipped her tea. “They have been watching all of the war survivors quite closely this year. At the beginning of it, you two couldn’t look each other in the eyes and you both winced when someone touched your backs.”
“The train,” Draco said with a smirk. “It was our first time. I suppose we got a bit carried away.”
Snape chuckled darkly. “They assumed that you’d had a duel. I suppose they pictured the wrong wand.”
Draco laughed. “Oh, it was a heated duel alright.”
Snape nodded. “That is why McGonagall put you on patrols together, to see if she could recreate whatever happened on the train.”
“It did… just not in so many words,” Hermione said, thinking about the broom cupboard that Draco had shoved her in during their patrols.
Snape smirked. “They thought you two had settled down but after Christmas holiday, you both seemed worse. You’d lost weight, had dark circles under your eyes, and you were more confrontational.”
“More like having wicked withdrawals,” Draco muttered.
“Quite,” Snape said. “I watched you both that holiday. You went mad.”
“What do they want us to do?” Hermione huffed. “Act like nothing happened?”
Snape nodded in her direction. “That’s just it. No one really knows how to act after such a catastrophe. And that is precisely why they haven’t intervened before now.”
“Until we disappeared and came back with collars,” Draco said quietly.
“Exactly.”
“We’ll have to prove that we aren’t trying to kill ourselves,” Hermione said with a frown.
Draco’s brows furrowed. “Problem, Granger. What do you call dragon scale harvesting?”
“A business investment,” she said firmly.
Draco smirked. “And we’ll be making loads of them.”
“We’ll need to,” Snape said. “I’ve got the first contract already started. It calls for dragon scales and other rare ingredients.”
“How many will we need to get then?” Hermione asked curiously.
“As many as you can carry,” Snape said, his eyes far away. “Some for our own personal use and some to sell. Of course, the different breeds have different values. If you do gain access to the reserve, it would be easier to get a variety. Once harvested, they can’t be manipulated in any way, so no shrinking or condensing.”
“That puts a damper on how many we’ll be able to carry,” Draco said, his eyes darting back and forth as he worked things out in his mind.
“What about extendable carrying bags?” Hermione asked, thinking about her trusty beaded purse. “The charm wouldn’t be on the scales. I could put one on a bag and spell it to be lightweight so we could carry it but the scales would virtually be suspended in wizarding space. It isn’t exactly a manipulation so much as a building charm with an alternate dimension, correct?”
“True,” Snape said. “And many potioneers do have extendable closets that don’t affect the properties of ingredients. I shall ask around, do some research. Have you gotten in touch with Charlie Weasley?”
“I wrote a letter at lunch,” she said, “and Harry sent it off for me. I haven’t heard back though.”
“He’s going to want something,” Draco said suddenly. “You can’t get something for nothing.”
“What do you think he’ll ask for?” Snape asked, looking to Hermione.
Hermione shrugged. “I don’t know him all that well.”
Snape drew a finger to his lips in thought. “Perhaps I should disappear when we touch down. That way, you can negotiate payment. If it is something I find unacceptable, I’ll appear and we can renegotiate.”
“What if it’s sex,” Draco popped off, cringing a moment later.
Snape raised a brow. “Would you be willing to whore yourself out for a payday?”
Draco shrugged. “I whored myself out to get into a club. A dragon scale is much more valuable. But would you allow it?”
Snape frowned, his eyes flaring indigo. “You are mine. If he thinks for a second that he can take either one of you from me, he’s dead wrong.”
“But would you allow it?” Draco asked, playing a dangerous game with his Master.
Hermione shivered at the look in their eyes. The thrill of walking on the very edge filled her with some much needed adrenaline.
Snape hissed before standing up. “I would... within limits. But you would both pay for it in the end.”
“How?” Draco breathed, his hands shaking as he set the cup down.
Snape pinned them both with a steely gaze. “In flesh and blood.”
“Could we pay early?” Hermione whispered.
Snape smirked. “Perhaps you misunderstand. You won’t be walking away from my punishment.”
“Crawl?” Draco asked.
Snape stalked over and grabbed both of their chins. “If you could do much more than whimper and flinch, I’d give you a reward beyond your imaginations.”
“You’re on,” Draco said hoarsely.
Snape studied them for a few minutes. Neither of them dared to breathe. “Not tonight. You are both worn out and I’d need you at your best. No, tonight you need your rest. There is so much more to learn.” He held a hand up before they could protest. “I didn’t say we wouldn’t play.”

AN: You guys love cliffies right? As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. Hopefully I'm creating a good balance of plot and smut. I'm trying anyway. Keep those reviews coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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