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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 watched with wide eyes as Draco stood on his tiptoes and tried not to cry out. Snape was testing him; he had to be. He’d given the order to stay silent just before he’d stripped Draco with a flick of his wand and tied his hands together with a bit of hemp rope. Then he’d turned to her and given her the same order before stripping her and tying her hands together. It had been difficult to keep up with the vampire as he led them by their hands to his bedroom. She still couldn’t recall what happened in between standing in the doorway and being tied to the headboard. But she considered herself lucky since Draco was tied to the ceiling and undergoing what could only be called torture with a feather.
“What is the matter pet?” Snape drawled, smirking when Draco squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. “Do you not like my gentle treatment?”
Draco wisely remained silent. Hermione had learned the hard way not to disobey and was currently sporting a rather red whelp across her thighs where Snape had hit her with some sort of spell that felt like a whip. Still, that feather had to be awful, not painful but definitely just shy of torture. Snape had to have known that Draco was extremely ticklish, especially since he’d forbid Draco from laughing or squirming.
Snape hummed and brought the feather lower, teasing Draco’s semi-hard cock. He alternated blowing on the head and tickling the tip and bollocks with the point of the feather. Hermione squeezed her legs together to try and gain some friction. She was a voyeur at heart and Snape knew it. In fact, he turned his head and gave her a little wink just to rub it in. She gritted her teeth and squeezed her thighs together again as he knelt in front of Draco, running the feather along the length of his legs.
“Such a good pet,” Snape purred. “Obeying my every command. Unfortunately, play must be cut short tonight. You’re far too drained for an entire night of pleasure.”
Draco opened his mouth to protest but quickly snapped it shut. Hermione hadn’t dared to open hers since her magical whipping but she had to blink back tears of disappointment. She didn’t think Snape would actually be so cruel as to turn them loose after getting them worked up but he was certainly untying Draco in quick fashion.
Draco stood stoically and rubbed his wrists while Snape zipped across the room and unbound Hermione. She quickly swiped an offending tear away and started to get up. Snape stayed her with a hand and motioned for her to lie back down.
“Draco, come here,” Snape ordered.
Draco lowered his head and obeyed, stopping just short of the bed.
“I want you to climb on top of her and give her a nice, slow fuck.”
Draco’s jaw dropped in shock but he did as he was told, smirking when he saw the flabbergasted look on her face. She sneered at him and his head lurched forward a bit from the force of a stifled laugh. She was about to smirk but he spread her legs and slid home, hitting just the right spot to make her toes curl. She slapped a hand over her mouth to keep from moaning as he pulled back and ever so slowly thrust again.
“Good pets,” Snape purred, rubbing one finger down Draco’s spine, making him shiver and his hips jerk. “You remembered your orders.”
Draco pulled almost all the way out as Snape’s fingers trailed to his hole.
“Do not quit fucking her,” Snape ordered.
Draco blew out a breath and slid inside Hermione to the hilt, shaking as Snape’s finger followed him. Hermione was fascinated as Draco moved slowly, his face contorting with every movement. He looked to be in both heaven and hell and it made her even hotter. She almost went over when she saw Snape lining up his cock and pushing inside.
Movement was stilted until they found their rhythm. Oh but when they did, her own eyes rolled back in her head. It was slow, so slow that she felt every movement, every faltering thrust when Snape managed to brush against Draco’s prostate. She almost didn’t need the blood to taste the pleasure in the air. The only sounds were the slapping of bodies and the heavy panting of Draco. She lost track of time. It seemed like forever and then again, only just a few minutes when Snape reached around and started massaging her clit. She held on as long as she could but it was useless. She went over, her mouth open in silent pleasure. Draco followed her over, bringing Snape with him. His soft groan made them both shiver in pleasure.
They lay there, not daring to move for several minutes. It felt nice, just being held and caressed. She wasn’t even really thinking. It was the first time in a long time that she hadn’t needed rough treatment or drugs to disengage her mind. She didn’t allow herself to think of anything else.
“Loathe as I am to admit it,” Snape said softly, breaking the silence. “I must get you both back.”
They said nothing, simply disentangling themselves before cleaning up and getting dressed. It wouldn’t do any good to argue. Snape wouldn’t budge.
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Hermione,
Please find the enclosed item you asked for. Place the chain around the neck of your partner and then yourself at dusk tonight. It will bypass any standing structure. I’m interested in how you’ve managed to get in so much trouble.
See you soon,
Charlie
Hermione quickly pocketed the dragon tooth necklace with the extra-long chain and rolled the parchment back up.
“What was that?” Ron asked, his eyes focused on her pocket.
“Just a tooth,” Hermione said lightly. “It’s too old to actually use in a potion but we can study it. Hopefully we can figure out the ingredient we need soon.”
“What are you guys making anyway?” Harry asked.
“A healing potion,” she said before she could think better of it.
“With dragon teeth?” Ron asked with a frown.
She rolled her eyes. “No. If you had bothered to pay attention in class or even read your potions book, you would know that dragon teeth generally aren’t used in potions. But we’re searching for improvements and this in the best lead we’ve had so far.”
“If you say so,” Ron said slowly, obviously lost on the details, which was what she was going for.
“I do,” she said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, detention calls.”
She grabbed her bag and left as fast as she could without looking like she was running. Ron was much sharper than anyone gave him credit for. Fortunately, he was too lazy to go searching the library to see if she’d told him the truth. She wondered when her luck would run out in that aspect. And when it did, would she even care at that point?
“Your secret admirer is sending you trinkets now,” Draco muttered as he matched her steps toward McGonagall’s classroom.
She gave herself a mental pat on the back for not flinching and handed him the parchment. “He’s trying to woo me. It’s rather sweet, actually.”
“Sweet?” Draco asked, wrinkling his nose in disgust. “You Gryffindors and your sentimental bullshit. Wooing, sappy letters, gifts, emotions, what a load of bollocks.”
“You might find yourself singing a different tune in time, Mr. Malfoy,” McGonagall’s voice cut in.
Draco spun to see the Headmistress walking behind them in the hallway. He cleared his throat to hide his shock. “Why is that Headmistress?”
McGonagall put her nose a little further in the air and opened the door to her classroom. “Perhaps, when you are searching for a new bride, you might want to invest in gifts and letters and… emotions. Women appreciate things beyond good looks and money. They like to be romanced and swept off of their feet, a bit of tenderness if you will.”
Draco smirked and looked over at Hermione. “Not all of them.”
“Certainly the ones worth appreciating,” McGonagall huffed, entering behind them. “You Slytherins and your ambitious quests for power.”
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Headmistress,” Draco drawled. “But it isn’t only Slytherins who seek to better themselves.”
“True,” McGonagall allowed. “But if you don’t have love, it can be a sad existence indeed.”
“And who do you love, if I might be so bold?” Draco asked.
“I wasn’t always a teacher, Mr. Malfoy,” McGonagall said curtly. “But take it from someone who let their ambitions rule them. Just because you get everything you always wanted, doesn’t mean you have everything you need.”
“What did you need?” Hermione asked softly.
McGonagall sighed and sat down behind her desk. “Once upon a time, I fell deeply in love with a man, a muggle. But I already had a job at the Ministry and the International Statue of Secrecy was much more strict back then. I didn’t want to give up my career… so I gave him up.”
“So you’re saying that because you gave up a muggle for your career, you’ve become some sort of morose spinster?” Draco asked incredulously.
“Not quite,” McGonagall said, a sad smile on her face. “My old boss, Elphinstone Urquart, pursued me for years until I finally said yes.”
“But you aren’t married now?” Hermione asked softly.
McGonagall shook her head. “It was the happiest three years of my life and I wouldn’t trade them for anything. However, I do wonder how my life would have turned out had I accepted my first proposal.”
“Magic free,” Draco said flatly. “And as wonderful as this trip down memory lane has been, Headmistress, I am not inclined to agree. Not everyone needs some undying romance to be happy.”
“So when you follow in your father’s footsteps,” McGonagall said, ignoring Draco’s wince. “You’ll revel in the power. You won’t mind that your wife is most likely to be with you for what she can get out of the union.”
Draco snorted and grabbed Hermione’s hand, leading her to the front row of desks to set their bags down. “First of all, I’m not going anywhere near my father’s footsteps. Second of all, I refuse to marry some frigid money grubbing bitch. I might not even marry at all. I’m going to make my own way, buck tradition, and make my life exactly how I want it. And finally, not all women want some fairytale, Headmistress. Some are practical and quite amenable to a sap-free existence.”
“Name one,” McGonagall said with an amused look in her eye.
Draco smirked and turned Hermione in his arms. “Hermione Granger.”
Before Hermione could protest, Draco slammed his mouth over hers, nearly drawing blood with the force of his kiss. She could barely hear McGonagall’s gasp over the sound of blood pounding in her ears. She couldn’t believe his audacity and yet, she was almost giddy that he’d proclaimed his future, well, some of it anyway. The kiss was over shortly after it started but her lips were throbbing as he helped her sit down and starting putting his things on his desk like nothing had happened. She blinked a few times and started to do the same. After all, if he could be unaffected, so could she. Didn’t he just tell McGonagall that she was a practical girl okay with a sap-free existence?
McGonagall sniffed. “That might have lacked sap, Mr. Malfoy, but it sure had the makings of heat, which is an ingredient in any good romance.”
Draco’s hand wavered as he pulled out a roll of parchment but he managed to keep moving. Hermione peeked up to see the Headmistress smirking at them both. She quickly lowered her eyes and began pouring over her notes for the harvest. They had to make sure their techniques were perfect and she was determined to have them memorized.
“Tell me one thing, Mr. Malfoy, and I’ll drop the matter,” McGonagall said after a few moments. “If you have no desire for romance, why take on a Master?”
Draco put his quill down slowly and studied the Headmistress for a while. Hermione’s eyes darted back and forth between the two, noting the challenge in each other’s eyes. Draco wouldn’t dare disclose exactly why they had agreed to become Snape’s slaves, nor would he admit it was Snape that he bowed to. But McGonagall was sharp, sharper than most Gryffindors and certainly had gained a sixth sense since the war. She wouldn’t let this go until she was satisfied with the answer.
Draco took a deep breath to center himself. “I didn’t seek out a Master. My Master found me. I saw a mutual benefit. I took it.”
“Most Masters have a lifelong bond in mind when making a proposal,” McGonagall said quietly. “Usually one with intimate closeness.”
Hermione’s stomach tightened. Draco nodded and glanced at Hermione, a look of reassurance in his eyes. “Just because one is intimate does not mean that one has agreed to love and marriage and procreation and traditional familial structures. Wizarding society, any society for that matter, has placed such value on labels where intimacy is concerned. It might be frowned upon for people with a mutual attraction to live together without tying themselves down, but perhaps it is the way that they want to live. Maybe those people have a bond based on mutual likes, dislikes, goals, ambitions, visions of the future, wants, needs, and yes, even sex, but they wish to remain fluid.
“A relationship in and of itself is a fluid thing if you take the time to analyze it. One can go from being an enemy to a friend with little more than a mutual understanding or perhaps experiencing a tragedy and realizing that differences that meant so much before mean nothing afterwards. One can become a lover out of sheer circumstance, the heat of the moment, or after years of careful steps taken to try and come together. One can become a parent on accident or from a lifetime of trying and finally succeeding. And one can grow apart from another for just as many reasons. Marriage, like all labels, can become a trap. Those labels can become cumbersome to the point of living a false life just to live up to them. Or they can be a nuisance.”
“You seem to have given this a great deal of thought,” McGonagall said softly.
Draco smirked. “I never enter into an agreement lightly. Well, at least one that I’m not forced to make.”
McGonagall winced and nodded. “You do have a point but you must know how society will view you in the future.”
“I would hope they would view me with respect,” Draco said honestly. “I intend to spend my life making my name one that is spoken with good favor.”
“And your Master?”
Draco smiled. “My Master wishes the same.”
“You and Miss Granger have the same Master,” McGonagall pointed out. “I find that coincidences are never that much of a coincidence.”
“You’d be correct,” Hermione said, finally gathering her courage. It was difficult, not something she’d have been able to do just a few weeks ago without the help of half a bottle of scotch. But if Draco could give such a thoughtful dissertation on their situation, so could she.
“I find it odd that you’d agree with Mr. Malfoy,” McGonagall said slowly. “Considering your past and all you’ve done to get here.”
“Maybe that is why I’ve come to my decision,” she said, trying to state her jumbled thoughts as eloquently as possible. Damn she needed a cigarette. “All my life I’ve nearly killed myself to be accepted, mostly through academics. I’ve always had a hard time making friends so I turned to books and teachers who would recognize my efforts. Harry and Ron, well, they saw me for me, and I’ll always be thankful for that. But I’m more than just a walking brain. I have my own ambitions, goals for the future, and I guarantee they don’t match those of the world at large. Even my friends think I should settle down, enjoy life post war. It’s a nice thought, but it isn’t really who I am.”
“Surely they can understand that?” McGonagall cut in.
She smiled sadly. “I started dating Ron because it was what was expected of me. I was badgered and hounded by everyone until I finally accepted. But I was unhappy. Romance is all well and good but I want a career. I don’t want to be Harry Potter’s friend. I really don’t even like the moniker of the brightest witch of the age. That just implies that I’m all brains and no heart. My Master recognizes that I am both… and that I detest labels. Poor Harry has had to live with them his whole life. He suffers the backlash every time he doesn’t live up to one of them. What kind of life is that?”
“A poor one,” McGonagall said thoughtfully.
Hermione nodded. “Exactly. Therefore, I refuse to label anything from now on. I’m done begging for acceptance. I fought a war for it and I’m done fighting. As for romance, I’m too old for fairy tales, Headmistress. Whatever innocence I had was lost long ago. I’m a realist now. My Master accepts me for who I am and that is all I could ever hope for. It’s enough for me.”
McGonagall nodded and sighed after a few minutes of silence. “Well, I must say that both of your arguments are compelling. You seem to have the same goals. How will you achieve them?”
Draco winked at Hermione. “We’ve decided to form a partnership of sorts with our Master. It is a business venture first and foremost and something to focus on for the future. You see, we both have a mutual love of potions and as we all know, the wizarding world does depend on them.”
McGonagall’s eyebrows rose to her hairline. “Are you both to get your Mastery then?”
“We’ll die trying,” Hermione said, smirking a little at how true that statement was.
“Well,” McGonagall said slowly. “I wish you both luck.”
Draco bowed his head in thanks. “We appreciate that Headmistress, but we must ask that this goes no further than this room.”
It was McGonagall’s turn to smirk. “Of course not. On the contrary, I think I’d rather like seeing everyone’s faces when you succeed right under their oblivious noses. Now, I’m afraid I do have more things to tend to this morning. Do not leave this room.”

AN: Maybe all it takes to win old McGonagall over is a well thought out argument. Thoughts?
I could tell you that my delay was because I had a busy week and then there was the holidays, but the truth is that I felt sorry for myself and sulked all week with the longest story I could possibly find. Still, I couldn't forget you guys. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. It made me smack myself and get in gear. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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