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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.

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Hermione gasped in fear and sat straight up, frantically looking around to gain her bearings. She heard another person grunt and was almost pushed off of the surface she was currently sitting on when they sat up as well. She looked over to see a very mussed Draco looking just as wild eyed and confused as she was.
“What the fuck?” he hissed.
She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision. The room was a blur of colors. Was she still tripping?
“What happened?” she whispered.
He huffed and flopped back down. “We’re in my room in my bed… and I’m pretty sure we just made a deal with the devil.”
She lay back down slowly, resting her head on his shoulder. “I think I’m still tripping.”
“Me too,” he murmured, pulling her into his chest. “But I’d recognize the color scheme anywhere.”
“What happened?” she asked again.
“You don’t remember?”
She closed her eyes, trying to regain her bearings. “We made a deal.”
He nodded, kissing her temple. “I think we’re in this for life, Granger.”
She nodded, thinking back to the night before. The details slowly came back into focus, which was strange considering when she normally tripped, they were a blur. She started with the most vivid memory, Snape putting the LSD on their tongues. Then there were colors, so many pretty colors. And his warning. ‘You asked for this.’
She remembered him taking them from the club so quickly and smoothly it couldn’t have been apparition. Then they were in a dreary little cottage house that was permeated with the smell of rotten fish. There were cobwebs and books, so many books. She felt the need to touch each and every one of them, so many possibilities. There was a hand on her wrist before she could. It drew her into a rock solid chest.
“Not so fast little Gryffindor,” Snape purred into her ear. “You don’t get what you want until I do.”
It was the drugs that made her so bold. She was sure of it. She spun, tilting her neck, baring her flesh to him. “You’re the vampire.”
Their old professor smirked. “Clever girl.”
“That’s how you survived,” she heard Draco say, his voice thick with lust. She shuddered at the raspy quality it held. “Were you always a vampire?”
“No,” Snape said quietly. “I was looking forward to my death, finally gaining a restful sleep. The vampire that found me one breath away from it decided it wasn’t in my cards. The burning was actually worse than Nagini’s venom.”
“Why didn’t you come back?” Hermione asked. “You’re a hero.”
Snape scoffed. “I was a bloody pawn. Do you honestly think that society would just welcome me back with open arms?”
“Suppose not,” she murmured, knowing full well that vampires were about as welcome as werewolves were, though they were more respected.
“Why us?” Draco asked. “Why ask us to be your consorts? You could have anyone you want.”
Snape smirked. “Mutual benefits. I have something you want. You have something I want.”
“You could just take it,” Hermione whispered.
He shrugged. “I could. But willing magical participants taste soooo much better.”
“Why would you offer us jobs?” Draco broke in.
Snape smirked and beckoned him forward, drawing him up beside Hermione and snuffling his neck. “In case you don’t remember your vampire lore, I can no longer walk in the light. I need someone to procure rare ingredients for me.”
“Both of us?” Hermione breathed, feeling the drugs swirling through her veins, making everything seem so clear as he laid his plans out.
“You’re both the top of your class and unable to settle down in the post war world… with something to hide. You are junkies, craving drugs, sex, and the thrill of danger. I’m surprised you two haven’t progressed to extreme muggle sports or crime just for the adrenaline rush. I’m offering you a productive way to harness that urge, to fund it without worry of others finding out, to explore just how far you can push the envelope.”
“Why would you do that?” Hermione asked.
“I want your blood,” Snape whispered.
“It’s more than that,” Draco insisted.
Snape hummed, licking his jaw. “You’re right. I want it all. You’re both beautiful, opposites that attract in the most explosive way. You are both intelligent and I do crave that. I want your bodies, your minds, your blood. I am lonely and I have needs. You are lost and you need a reason to continue. You keep my secrets, I’ll keep yours. A vampire ally is very powerful indeed. And did I mention the effects of the blood?”
“Effects?” Draco breathed.
Snape hummed. “I’m told it’s better than the acid you prefer, a trip so powerful you might actually be able to speak with your own soul.”
“What?” Hermione moaned as Snape shifted against her, pulling her against his groin.
“One drop on the tongue, guaranteed to give you the best trip of your life… without risking your death. A bad batch of acid could kill you. Vampire blood is not dangerous, though it is highly addictive. You can’t just quit it once you’ve taken it. It isn’t like your acid, a few cranky days and you’re okay. I’d say it’s worse than your favored fags, causing cravings so intense you might try to find another vice just to get over it. But it is worth it young ones. Vampire blood lengthens your life, increases your health, gives you sharper senses, and some even experience increases in strength and agility.”
“What happens if we have to stop?” Draco asked.
Snape sighed. “If you had to stop, it would be very painful unless your vampire died. In that case, you would probably chew through your nails, perhaps pick up a chewing gum habit for a while, but it would subside. If the vampire was alive… it’s like a heart attack.”
“Sounds a bit unfair,” Hermione said.
Snape hummed. “I’m offering you both a lucrative job, one with all of your requirements. It won’t land you in Azkaban unless you decide to push it that far. There will be danger without the risk of hurting anyone but yourselves. It will test your mettle without the turmoil of endangering your loved ones. And most importantly, I’m offering you the chance to get away from the stifling expectations of society.”
“How do you figure that?” Draco asked.
Snape chuckled. “I’m starting up a potion company, supplying rare and powerful healing potions to Healers all over the world and a few shadier characters if it suits me. I need a face, one known for business sense.”
“Me,” Draco said quietly.
“And I need a mind others respect so it won’t look strange when we reach breakthroughs others haven’t dreamed of yet.”
“Me,” Hermione said.
“And if you do it together, you might even make a statement.”
“Yeah,” Draco snorted. “That we’re cheating with each other like everyone already suspects.”
“Why keep your dating partners?” Snape sneered. “They have nothing to offer you.”
“Except inheriting,” Draco snapped.
“And a family,” Hermione whispered.
Snape wrinkled is nose in distaste. “And awful sex, spiteful in-laws, and a life as baby makers so your spawn can inherit their flaws and populate the earth. Sounds like a win-win to me.”
“You have a better idea?” Draco growled.
Snape smirked. “You won’t need to inherit if you have a prosperous business. And you don’t need a family if we are one.”
“Family,” they both breathed.
“Join me. We’ll be our own family.”
The CHOICE sounded too good to be true, endless trips with no fear of dying from a bad one, dangerous missions, money, power, and sex. No more being bored and trying to find something to take the edge off of the nervous energy that built up. The prospect was intoxicating, as was the aura surrounding Snape. They knew he wasn’t mesmerizing them but he might as well have been. If they did this, they would be his forever, a family. Would it be so bad?
“I’m in,” Draco said. “I’m tired of being a Malfoy.”
Snape chuckled. “You’ll always be a Malfoy. You’ll just be the first truly smart one in centuries.”
“I’ll be disinherited for this,” Draco sighed. “I’ll have to be a Black.”
Snape snorted. “Your father has never turned down an opportunity.”
Draco frowned. “I’m not going to be his puppet.”
“No,” Snape purred. “You’ll be mine.”
“Your puppet?” Draco asked softly.
“My everything,” Snape whispered before slanting his lips over Draco’s.
Hermione trembled with desire as she watched the men snog the life out of each other. Snape hadn’t let her loose yet so she had an up close and personal look. It turned her into a seething mass of lust. She wanted it, the passion, the danger, the promise of more. Everything was so clear. She wanted a different life, one where she was more than brains. She wanted danger and excitement and fun and… and sex, lots of dirty kinky sex. But was she willing to risk her perfectly safe life now? Was her life perfectly safe though? She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was fucked up. She’d go insane if she had to conform now. The war had left too many scars, too many habits that she couldn’t break.
“What about you pet?” Snape drawled after he’d left Draco breathless. “Are you ready to settle for a life of utter ordinariness, popping out red headed weasels and discussing homemaking skills?”
“I could have a career,” she said quietly.
“Until you gave in to the pressure,” Snape said.
She frowned. “But I do want kids.”
Snape quirked and eyebrow. “And what’s to stop you?”
She rolled her eyes, noting the colors swirling on the ceiling. “Ron won’t want me when he finds out what I’ve been up to.”
Draco snorted. “I’ll knock you up, Granger.”
She wiggled her eyebrows. “You just want to fuck me.”
“Always,” he growled.
She sighed. “But I can’t if I’m going to be addicted to vampire blood.”
“There are ways,” Snape said. “How soon did you want brats?”
She frowned. “They wouldn’t be brats. But no time soon.”
“Then we’ll discuss it when the time comes. What do you say?”
She didn’t need to give her answer. Instead, she crashed her lips over his, begging him to take her. Pleasure flooded her veins, bringing the familiar jolt of adrenaline and lust with it. She wanted it. She was sick of being the goody-good Gryffindor sidekick to Harry Potter. She was tired of doing everyone’s homework and following all the rules and dating who everyone said she should date and being the perfect little princess everyone expected her to be. With Snape’s proposal, she could have the high powered career she wanted. She could use both her brains and her brawn and have exciting adventures again. There would be no more sneaking into cupboards and creeping into abandoned classrooms.
Her mind went white when another mouth started in on the back of her neck. Snape’s hands moved down, cupping and kneading her arse while Draco’s came around to pinch and pull at her nipples just the way she liked. Then her mouth was abandoned and she shook at the intensity of her feelings while Draco and Snape went at it again, biting and sucking and licking at each other before returning to her.
Time lost meaning as the two men devoured her and each other. She didn’t catch when their clothes had come off but she was mesmerized by Snape’s porcelain skin. She and Draco both mapped out his body with their hands, lingering over the multiple crisscrossing lines that decorated his back. He was well defined and warm, an interesting surprise. But best of all, he was a master with his hands.
She fingered herself and watched in awe as Snape expertly stroked Draco’s weeping member, kneeling to lap the pearly drops of precum that leaked out. When Draco got to the edge of his control, they switched places, Draco swallowing Snape’s impressive length with some difficulty. She marveled at how easily he had accepted his bi-sexual nature. He hadn’t wanted to admit it before but after their dalliances, he’d finally told her he like both and it just turned her on more.
“Enough,” Snape hissed, gently pushing Draco off of him. “We’re being rude.”
Hermione gasped as the two men settled their hungry gazes on her. She cried out when Draco dove for her pussy, eagerly lapping at it as Snape leaned over him and began sucking on one nipple while playing with the other in turn. His hands were everywhere, finding sensitive places she didn’t know she had and grazing his fingernails over them. Then they switched places and she cried out in ecstasy. Draco was amazing at eating her out but Snape was unrelenting. He quickly inserted one and then two fingers, bicycling them, massaging the perfect spot inside her. She wondered if he was using his fangs but the thought flew out of her head a minute later when Draco suddenly straddled her.
“Open up, Granger.”
She shuddered at the order and obediently opened her mouth wide. Draco slid the tip of his cock inside, waiting for her to suck the precum off. She loved it when he dominated her. Surprisingly enough, he never said anything degrading about her blood status or their past together. But he said the dirtiest things and was usually rough and it made her core clench every time.
“Fuck,” Draco hissed, sliding further into her mouth. “Always so hot. You’re a fucking cock slut aren’t you? You love having my cock in your mouth, my cum on your lips and your tits, in your hair.”
She could only moan in response from his words, his rough thrusts into her mouth that miraculously didn’t gag her, and from Snape working her cunt over. She was so close and she could tell Draco was too. She arched and sucked in a breath of air as the pleasure crept higher and higher. Suddenly, it was taken away.
“Stop,” Snape ordered, holding Draco’s hips still so he couldn’t thrust into her mouth anymore. “I want you both to watch this, to see exactly what you are getting yourselves into. There is no going back after this.”
Draco slid out of her mouth and turned around, helping her sit up so she could see whatever Snape was about to do. They both gasped as he bared his fangs, his eyes glowing bright indigo. His lips curled in a sexy sneer as he lowered his lips to the apex of her thighs. The colors in the room seemed to swirl more intensely, green, black, silver, orange light from the fireplace, all together as the gleaming white fangs breached her just above and to the right of where she really wanted him. Then the most intense pleasure she’d ever felt consumed her… and she didn’t remember anything else.
Hermione frowned and rubbed her aching head. She looked up at Draco who was watching her intently. “What happened after he bit me?”
Draco smirked. “Besides you wailing like a banshee?”
She smacked him lightly and huffed. “Yes, you prat.”
He chuckled and then frowned. “You were out of it so I laid you back down and then he was on me. He bit me, same place but on the left side. I don’t remember anything else.”
“Did he fuck us?”
He shrugged. “My arse doesn’t hurt so I don’t think so. Can’t be sure though.”
“What does it mean?”
“If I had to guess, I’d say we belong to him.”
She shivered and snuggled closer to him. “Hope it’s worth it.”
Draco hummed and held her closer. “Me too, Granger. Me too.”

AN: Glad everyone is liking it so far. I surprised myself and banged out two more chapters of this yesterday. Muse likes the drug induced haze and sex apparently. Oh, and the reviews. She's out playing in the wind today because they made her happy. Perhaps she'll grant me with the illusive last chapter for my original novel. Thanks to everyone who took the time to drop me a line. It really does help. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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