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Junkies	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 134126 -:- 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 Granger, Draco Malfoy, might I present the head of the Sanctuary, Mr. Robert Lancaster.”
Hermione and Draco each shook hands with the man Charlie had just introduced. To tell the truth, they were too taken aback with the headquarters of the sanctuary to be intimidated by the hulking man with large tufts of auburn hair sticking out on either side of his head. The building was a stone giant, the scale easily dwarfing Hogwarts. However, instead of portraits and the sounds of children laughing, it was filled with dragon artifacts and several juvenile dragons that were too small to fend for themselves.
“It must admit it is a bit overwhelming at first,” Robert said after a moment of silence. “This was an abandoned castle built by muggle Romanian royalty. There is plenty of room so we sometimes take the orphans inside to provide a bit of extra care.”
“Is that a Peruvian Vipertooth?” Draco asked suddenly.
Hermione turned to see the tiny copper-coloured dragon currently being fed a bucket of something that looked like watered down blood. The tamer beside it was wearing heavy dragon hide gloves with chainmail covering.
“Well spotted,” Robert said happily. “Yes, yes, that little tike is quite the specimen. We found her after a pack of hunters slaughtered her mother and took all of her unhatched siblings. She only managed to survive because she was at the bottom of the nest under several broken shells.”
“How awful,” Hermione said sadly.
Robert hummed and put his hands behind his back, causing his leather robes to tighten over is broad chest. “Unfortunately, that is how we find most of the dragons that aren’t born here. We do try to release a few into the wild to maintain population, but between the encroaching muggles and the greed of wizards looking to make a galleon, they are still dwindling. That is why we must be careful in who we allow to harvest from our dragons.”
“May I?” Draco asked softly, pointing towards the tiny dragon.
Robert smirked and nodded. “If you think you can.”
Draco nodded a curt thanks and slowly glided forward, keeping his footsteps light and silent. Hermione marveled at how quietly and smoothly he moved, almost like Snape in his grace. They’d had a written discussion on approaching dragons until their hands cramped the other day. The best approach was a slow one, especially with young and easily frightened dragons. It kept them from breathing fire in shock. Babies were easier to handle in that they were more trusting, so Draco would most likely use that to his advantage.
“Whiskey and chicken blood?” Draco asked quietly as he knelt by the bucket the tamer was trying to coax the dragon to drink from.
“Always,” Robert said. “It’s the best thing we’ve found next to mother’s milk, and I dare you to find a mother that would let the little thing nurse.”
Draco smirked and motioned for the pair of gloves that the dragon tamer had. “How old would you say this one is?”
“Oh, a few weeks at the most,” Robert said quietly. “I’m afraid she’s doing poorly.”
“Have you tried to incorporate strengthening potions into the food?” Hermione asked.
“Aye, but she won’t touch them then.”
“The flavors are too strong,” Draco said, sniffing and frowning. “You don’t happen to have any pureed goat liver, do you?”
“We just got a fresh batch in this morning,” Charlie called, walking over to a stone cabinet and taking out a small package.
He slowly walked it over and handed it to Draco, who took it and unwrapped it, dumping it into the bucket with the other mixture. Draco took out his wand and mixed it around, giving it an extra flick to thin the batch down.
“Granger, did you happen to pack that vitamin pack?”
“I did,” she said, slowly making her way to Draco.
She had taken to packing a small bag of magical electrolytes in pill form when they went out. It saved off headaches and hangovers in the mornings. She dug into her pocket and pulled out the tiny packet of pills, each one designed to dissolve on the tongue and deliver a much needed supplement quickly with no side effects. Draco took them and sorted through them, picking specific vitamins that a baby dragon would need out along with minerals to help it hydrate. He dropped them into the mixture, stirring gently before casting a spell to bring the mixture to room temperature.
“There,” Draco said, donning the gloves. “Has she gotten the hang of drinking without a nipple yet?”
“She learned that the first day,” the tamer said, patting the dragon with one scarred hard. “She just doesn’t appreciate the cuisine.”
“Well, let’s see how she likes this,” Draco said, tipping the bucket so the dragon could reach it.
The dragon took a few timid sniffs before giving the concoction a tentative lick. It rolled the blood around in its mouth before squealing and digging in. Draco tipped the bucket for better access and was rewarded with a snap of the dragon’s fangs against his gloves.
“Hungry little thing, isn’t she?” Draco said, chuckling as he watched the baby gorge herself.
“How on earth did you do that?” Robert breathed.
“It’s quite simple, really,” Hermione cut in, wanting Draco’s attention to remain on the dragon. “The Peruvian Vipertooth’s main food sources are cows and goats. Chicken is quite foreign since they are hardly a meal for a dragon. Still, the blood contains things a baby needs to grow and the whiskey helps with digestion. But the taste leaves a little to be desired. Liver gives it a better flavor and a texture closer to that of milk as well as a stronger smell to mask needed additives. The pills he put in are our own creation, electrolyte potions in pill form. They have almost no taste or odor and no side effects.”
“Remarkable,” Robert breathed, watching as the baby slurped the entire bucket up, burping and breathing a little fire, which Draco ducked, before settling back down. “Please, come to my office. Let’s discuss your proposition.”
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Hermione declined the glass of wine she was offered after her presentation. She was parched but she didn’t trust herself not to gulp it down in one go. Snape was right. She needed her wits about her and Robert was testing her at every turn. He’d drilled them mercilessly for an hour, picking their brains and inquiring as to their intentions. Now he was just studying them, his eyes roaming over their faces.
She felt off balance. When practicing her speech, she imagined delivering it behind a desk. The cozy room there were in now was worlds away from any office she’d ever been in. She and Draco sat on a sofa adjacent to a roaring fire, complements of one of the little dragons roaming the halls. Robert sat in a chair directly across from them while Charlie lounged on a chair to the side.
“You’ve made a good case,” Robert said finally. “But you do realize that shedding season is almost over.”
“We do,” Draco said quietly. “If we are allowed to harvest, we plan to do so tomorrow in full daylight.”
Robert nodded. “A wise endeavor. Most of the mothers will be sleeping. You are aware that none of the tamers will be helping you harvest.”
“We are,” Draco said. “We’ve already learned all the necessary spells.”
“It will be dangerous,” Robert warned.
Hermione sniffed. “So was fighting a war. We handled that just fine.”
Robert smirked. “So you did. I believe we will grant you a onetime harvesting license for the single commodity of scales.”
“Thank you,” Draco said, tipping his head reverently.
“Don’t thank me just yet,” Robert drawled. “There is still the matter of payment. What do you think a privilege like this costs?”
“Why don’t you skip the guessing games and throw out a number,” Draco countered.
Robert chuckled. “Ah, you like to be frank. We charge ten thousand galleons per hunt.”
Hermione had to work hard to keep her mask in place. She was sure that Draco heard sums like that tossed about daily but that was more money than she’d ever had at one time in her life. To her surprise, Draco cracked a smile and leaned back.
“It’s hardly worth it at those prices.”
“Exactly,” Robert said. “It weeds out the ones who are greedy.”
“And those who truly wish to improve their standings, protect the dragons, and try to improve the future?”
Robert nodded. “Those are few and far between, but I do see that there could be some. However, we are struggling, as Charlie no doubt informed you.”
Draco nodded. “We know. However, we have no cash flow to work with. We’re simply a pair of students trying to forge a way in the new world.”
Robert scratched his chin. “Charlie informed you of a possible alternative method.”
“Refresh my memory,” Draco said.
“Hermione Granger is the Brightest Witch of the Age, best friend of Harry Potter, and a media darling. The Sanctuary could use such exposure. It’s a small price to ask.”
Draco smirked. “Not if you knew how much Granger detests the spotlight. She’d rather dye her hair blonde and become a brainless twit.”
“Why do you hate the spotlight so?” Robert asked, his eyes boring into Hermione.
She shrugged. “The media has never done me any favors in the past. Well, any I didn’t make happen. But I have connections at the Quibbler… and I might be able to get a feature in the Prophet.”
Robert scratched the stubble on his chin. “You would be able to get both papers to run a story?”
Hermione sat back and studied her nails, trying to mimic how Draco looked when he was negotiating with someone. “Not before tomorrow, but for this… I’ll lean on every connection I have.”
“How can I be sure that you’ll follow through?” Robert asked.
“I could take a vow,” she said slowly, “to follow through. We can set an expiration date, a reasonable one. And if you are worried about my abilities, you could request alternative payment should I fail.”
“What did you have in mind,” Robert asked, his dark eyes raking over her body.
“What did you have in mind?” she shot back, smirking to cover her nervousness.
“Dragon taming is a lonely profession,” Robert said. “And I’m sure a pretty thing like you has gentleman callers all the time.”
“You’re point?” she said flatly.
He smirked. “I’m certain it would… persuade you… to do better if the alternative were to become my sex slave.”
She winced at the sudden pain that flared in her groin and quickly shook her head. “I’m afraid I’m already a slave,” she bit out. Snape’s little bat claws dug into her skin in warning and she gasped, trying not to move too quickly.
“Then a play thing,” Robert said, his eyes taking in her movements as she tried to coax Snape to a less painful area to grab.
“So that’s your deal?” Draco cut in. “Granger gets the stories or you get to play with her?”
“It’s her half of the deal,” Robert said, his eyes pinning Draco to his chair. “Don’t think I don’t know the name Malfoy. Your name radiates power in certain upper circles. I’m sure your father would have something to say about your dealings with such a … delectable little muggleborn.”
“I don’t care much what he thinks,” Draco said quietly, his voice dripping venom. “Name your price.”
“You’re very eager for this, aren’t you?”
“This is the first step in a long climb to bring my name into a good light,” Draco said.
Robert nodded. “So I am to take that to mean that you wash your hands of everything your father stood for, including his contacts.”
Draco’s eyes narrowed. “What sort of contacts?”
“The ones who stand in my way for valuable pieces of legislation,” Robert threw out, letting the words hang in the air like an ominous black cloud.
“Go on,” Draco said after a time.
Robert sat back and motioned for Charlie to bring him something. Hermione watched as Charlie crossed the room and started digging in a desk sitting in the far corner. He produced several rolls of parchment that looked to have official seals on them. He walked them over and handed them to Robert before taking his place on the far chair.
“These,” Robert said, holding the rolls up, “are several pieces of legislature regarding the traffic and trading of dragon parts. We’re seeking to make it illegal to obtain dragon parts by hunting and killing the animals. After all, there are perfectly humane ways of obtaining even the most vital of dragon items.”
“Hearts?” Draco asked incredulously.
“Even hearts,” Robert said quietly. “There are some dragons that aren’t healthy enough to survive but their organs are still potion and even wand making quality. And, of course, dragons weed the weak out naturally. Right now, we simply harvest what we have room for and feed the rest to pets. However, with this legislation, we could take full advantage of nature’s cruelty while ensuring that other dragons do not become extinct.”
“There are some dragons that have to be thinned though,” Draco said quietly.
Robert nodded. “That is another piece of legislation. We seek to expand a place where overcrowded dragons can be brought without murdering them. And, if the herd must be thinned down, we can study them first and choose the prime candidates to carry the lines. The rejects will be humanely euthanized and the key specimens will produce healthy dragons for the future and avoid the problem many purebloods find themselves with.”
“And that is?” Hermione cut in before Draco could ask.
Robert smirked. “Inbreeding and degradation of magical powers. Muggleborns offer genetic diversity and generally stronger magical qualities, despite the purebloods attempts to snuff them out. Dragons seek out diversity. We would essentially trade with other countries to keep the populations healthy.”
“And what do my father’s contacts have to do with these proposals?” Draco asked.
“Your father is the number one speaker against them, for the single fact that it would kill the dragon trade.”
“Wouldn’t it?” Draco asked.
“Not if they were willing to harvest humanely. The punishment would only apply if a dragon were fatally harmed.”
“Father never cared how his dragon hide boots were made, just how shiny they were,” Draco muttered. “But you should know that while I agree with you, I am not about to just go off halfcocked on a proposal I’ve never read.”
“So you do know his contacts?”
Draco’s jaw tensed. “I do. I also have several of my own, favors I have yet to call on, strings I can pull. Any good Slytherin worth is salt has connections. But you still haven’t answered my question.”
“Take them,” Robert said, handing him the scrolls. “Study them, cast spells upon their integrity. These are the exact documents that I’ve filed. They can’t be changed and I’ll take an oath over that so you needn’t worry about being double-crossed. My first and foremost concern is for my dragons.”
“So my price is that I convince them to pass all of these?” Draco asked, his eyes roving over the three parchments and several scrolls in his hands.
“All of them would be impossible,” Robert admitted. “But one would suffice.”
“And if I fail?” Draco asked.
Robert smirked, his eyes going a bit hot. “Same deal as the lovely Miss Granger.”
“A plaything,” Draco said quietly.
Robert nodded. “And you wouldn’t be playing with me exclusively.”
“I don’t want some foreign disease,” Draco growled.
Robert chuckled. “Of course not. I am always safe and consensual in my play... with everyone. And now all the cards are on the table.”
“You’re holding something back,” Draco said, studying the man.
Robert’s eyes sparkled. “I might have a golden egg, if you will.”
“And that is?” Hermione croaked.
“If you can get Harry Potter to endorse the sanctuary, I might consider giving you permanent access… no further payment needed after the initial ones.”
“That might be a stretch,” Hermione said.
“Which is why it is a bonus,” Robert said. “Go on. Take a walk among the dragons. Talk it over. But you must give me your answer before dawn.”
The two teens stood and nodded their thanks before making their way outside, careful to stay near the iron bars. They had some major thinking to do.

AN: Interesting proposition eh... As always, thanks to everyone who reveiwed. I stopped sulking long enough to post this for you guys... but I'm probably going to slink back into my hole for a few days. Keep those reviews coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys.
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