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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 was pleasantly surprised by the mild shot of adrenaline that rushed through her as she began unfastening Charlie’s robes. Draco was dropping hot open mouthed kisses along the back of Charlie’s neck, making him moan quietly. It was a strange sound from the Weasley she had thought would be the toughest to crack.
“So,” Draco said quietly as he worked to open Charlie’s robes. “Let’s start with the easy ones. What makes the Common Welsh Green tick?”
“S-she’s reckless, doesn’t really care who she steps on to get her way.”
Hermione hummed and drew Charlie’s robes back. She smiled at the simple white tee and jeans he wore underneath. Utilitarian to the end. She pulled his shirt up and started kissing his stomach.
“And how do we subdue her?” she murmured.
“Fuck!” Charlie squeaked when she nipped right under his naval. “S-she’s very susceptible to an enchanted sleep. She breathes fire in her sleep though. Merlin.”
Draco chuckled and slid his hands around Charlie, working his hands under the keeper’s shirt. Charlie sucked in a breath when he started playing with his nipples and sucking on his ear lobe, blowing gently. Charlie shuddered when Draco pinched and then went rigid when Hermione started unbuttoning his jeans.
“How about the Swedish Short-Snout?” she whispered.
“E-easily distracted,” Charlie stuttered, buckling his hips when Hermione’s nails scraped over his groin as she unzipped his jeans. “But not for long so you’ll have to be quick.”
“And the Chinese Fireball?” Draco asked, yanking the robes and shirt off of Charlie in one move.
The keeper yelped and then melted into Draco as the blonde raked his fingers down his back and began kneading his cheeks.
“Half blind and clumsy as an ox. Conjunctivitis works but keep her steady.”
“You’re so helpful,” Hermione purred, finally ridding the dragon keeper of his bothersome jeans. She admired the outline his cock made against his cotton briefs and gently blew, making him groan. “How about the Hungarian Horntail?”
“Meanest of the bunch,” Charlie whimpered. “But horribly slow.”
“Such a good boy,” Draco purred, nipping Charlie’s arse and making him whine. “Why don’t you just run down the rest from here? We’re going to be… occupied.”
Charlie let out a string of curses when Hermione lowered his briefs and took him in hand. They paused and let the keeper get his bearings before continuing on. Hermione wanted this to last long enough to get all the information they needed so she started by gently kneading the impressive cock, hard enough to excite but not nearly enough to go further.
Draco had the same idea, his hands kneading and parting the soft cheeks of Charlie’s arse. Every now and then, he dipped his fingers down, caressing his pucker to tease him. After a while, he suck his hand between the slightly spread legs and gently massaged the heavy bollocks.
Charlie let out a litany of swears interspersed between jumbled phrases recounting the dragons’ strengths and weaknesses. Everything he said was either filthy or useful which made Hermione have to squirm a minute. She was terribly turned on and she hoped that it would still be a few hours until dawn. She wanted to work her frustration out with Snape.
“Only three more,” Draco whispered.
Hermione took that as the que to suck Charlie’s cock deep into her mouth, letting the head hit the back of her throat. She stiffened a moment at his wail and then swallowed, breathing shallowly through her nose before he slid all the way down. Draco couldn’t even think straight when she did this to him. Charlie wasn’t much better, muttering tips as fast as he could. He didn’t even hesitate to shout spells, timing sequences, and even the layout of the entire sanctuary and a plan to get through all the dragons with as little upset as possible.
Hermione made a mental note to ask Snape for a pensieve before they went back to Hogwarts. There was no way she could make a game plan from sheer memory alone. If she had time to analyze everything Charlie had said, then they could make a map and minimize the risks. They might even be able to cut their harvesting time in half.
“What time of day is best?” Draco asked just before he muttered a spell under his breath and slid a finger into Charlie’s puckered hole.
“Ngnnnmmmmmnnnn,” Charlie grunted illegibly.
“Sorry, didn’t catch that,” Draco breathed, sliding his finger in further and working it around to find Charlie’s prostate.
“L-late mmmmorning,” Charlie wailed, bucking his hips into Hermione’s face.
She pulled back to keep from getting a broken nose. It was quite sexy, watching the stout dragon keeper lose his mind. She barely kept from laughing when Draco stuck his head around and winked, adding a second finger as he did so. Charlie was just about there.
“And we’ll need another portkey,” Draco said. “We’ll probably be leaving from Hogsmeade.”
“Done,” Charlie breathed. “Ten-thirty okay?”
“Perfect,” Draco purred, adding a third finger and quirking it. “Finish him baby.”
Hermione rolled her eyes at the term and used her throat muscles to massage Charlie’s cock. The red head tilted his head back and let out a feral howl, rivaling that of the dragons as he shot down her throat. She swallowed him down, sucking until the very last pulse. His legs trembled and he fell back against Draco.
“Merlin’s bollocks,” Charlie said hoarsely.
“Told you we were good with our hands,” Draco said as he cleaned them up. “Now, about that portkey.”
“Whatever you want,” Charlie whispered, shakily pulling up his jeans. “God I hope you two come through with your payments.”
Hermione frowned and stood back up. “Why?”
Charlie shrugged his shirt on and let out a disbelieving laugh. “Because if Robert figured out how amazing you two were, he’d use you two up within a few months.” He pulled his robes on. “You two are…” he shook his head and made a vague gesture in the air. “Amazing. So young and definitely kinky.” He grinned but it fell quickly. “I’d hate to see that zest for life be sucked away by people with the money to suck the soul right out of you.”
“Zest for life,” Draco said hollowly. “Where did you see that?”
Charlie smiled sadly. “It’s in there. I can see it, feel it. You two are going to be something special. You already are. Hell, I almost want to ask if your Master needed a harem.”
“Why wouldn’t you?” Hermione asked curiously.
Charlie’s smile turned into a wicked grin. “And leave the dragons?”
Hermione chuckled and nodded. “Okay, so we’ll see you at ten-thirty?”
Charlie nodded. “Give me that necklace I sent.”
Hermione pulled the necklace off and handed it to Charlie. He tapped it with his want a few times, muttering under his breath. The tooth glowed a brilliant teal color and then returned to its original state.
“There,” Charlie said with a nod. “Now it will return you to the place you portkeyed from and bring you back here at ten-thirty in the morning, Romanian time.”
“Eight-thirty our time,” Draco muttered with a frown. “I hope McGonagall lets us out before then.”
“She normally does,” Hermione said with a matching frown. “If we’re not out by eight, we can send a patronus.”
“You can,” Draco said. “I don’t have one.”
“We’ll have to work on that,” Hermione said absentmindedly. “Anyway, thank you Charlie.”
“Anytime,” Charlie said with a grin. “You’ve got ten minutes before that goes off. Talk strategy. I’ll see you in the morning.”
The two were shocked when the dragon keeper gave them each a soft kiss on the lips before trotting off into the darkness.
“That was entertaining,” Snape said tersely.
The teens spun around to see him standing in his full glory, glowering face and all.
“Got what we needed,” Draco said defensively.
Snape nodded and stepped forward. “And since it was so satisfying, you’ll have no need for a last night with me before your harvest.”
“WHAT?” they screamed in protest.
Snape crossed his arms and they hissed at the sudden flair of pain in their groins. “I told you there would be consequences.”
“You said you’d leave us whimpering,” Draco growled, almost hitting his knees in pain.
“There is more than one way to make a slave whimper,” Snape hissed, standing up straight and relieving them of the pain. “Let’s go.”
Hermione threw the chain around everyone’s neck, still panting heavily from the dose of pain that Snape had doled out. The portkey went off a moment later, depositing them in Snape’s den. Snape didn’t give them a moment to gain their bearing back before grabbing them and stepping through the darkness. They appeared in the Forbidden Forest moments later.
“Go,” Snape growled.
“Wait,” Hermione called, falling down from the dizzy feeling that vampire travel after a long portkey gave her.
“What?” Snape asked.
“What is your fucking problem? You were all for us whoring ourselves out to further our cause.”
Snape’s eyes narrowed, flaring indigo for a moment before turning black. “You didn’t further your cause. You gave away your bodies for free.”
“Free?” Draco croaked. “Did you hear all the stuff he said?”
“And how are you to process that so quickly?” Snape asked curtly.
“With a pensieve,” Hermione said, accepting Draco’s help off the ground. “I had thought to borrow one from you so we could review the advice and make a plan.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this before you let that Weasley stick his cock down your throat?”
Draco held his hand up, effectively stopping Hermione’s retort. “Is this because she blew him or because she is uncomfortably close to him?”
“That’s preposterous,” Snape said blandly.
“And it obviously has nothing to do with the fact that Charlie is still a Weasley,” Draco said slowly.
Snape shifted but shook his head just the same.
“It’s because Charlie sees our potential,” Hermione said quietly, studying the ground so as not to draw Snape’s ire.
“Come again?” Draco asked, turning his attention fully on to her.
“Charlie has an uncanny ability to look at someone and see their soul,” Hermione explained. “It’s why he’s so good with the dragons. He can tell what they’re feeling even when they can’t. Hell, he’s the one who told me I should try to find some comfort after the funerals. Don’t tell me you didn’t feel a little like he’d seeped under your skin when he was assessing you.”
Draco rubbed his neck in thought and then finally shrugged. “Okay, yeah, he was kind of creepy.”
Hermione smiled. “He is. But he’s harmless. What I can’t figure out is why my Master, the man that I pledged my fucking life as a slave to, would find that threatening.”
Snape growled. “You are mine. And he wants what is mine. Mine.”
“Yet you’d risk us for a shot at glory,” Draco said softly.
Snape snorted. “Do you honestly think I’d let you two risk what is mine if I didn’t think you would come through?”
“Confident, aren’t you?” Hermione asked, quirking her brow imperiously.
Snape smirked. “I might have a few contacts to help you along.”
She shook her head. “Slytherins.”
“I’ll go get you a pensieve,” Snape said, ignoring her exasperation. “We’ll review it in Draco’s room. Come along.”
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“It’s almost sunrise,” Hermione said, rubbing her eyes tiredly.
“You still have about three hours,” Snape said softly.
“Need to sleep sometime,” Draco muttered, putting his quill and parchments away.
Snape nodded and stood. “I’ll take you back to your room then, Hermione.”
Hermione yawned and nodded. “It’ll be nice when we aren’t under lockdown.”
“Come on,” Snape said. “You’ve strategized all night long. You’ll be useless if you don’t get some sleep.”
“I still have those other potions,” Draco pointed out.
“Drink them before you leave in the morning,” Snape said tightly. “That way, they’ll be fresh in your system. Be sure to wait at least ten minutes between them so they have a chance to work independently. Taken closer together than that, they could cause unwanted side effects like uncontrollable laughter and the shakes.”
“Always the potions master,” Hermione said affectionately.
Snape sniffed. “Eat a balanced breakfast with plenty of proteins. You’ll need the energy and stamina.”
“Anything else, mum?” Draco asked cheekily.
Snape cuffed his neck and smirked when Draco glared at him. “I’ve taken the liberty of including several basic healing draughts and salves in with your normal regiment of potions. It’s in Hermione’s bag. Use them wisely.”
“When on earth did you sneak them in?” Hermione asked, dumbstruck as to how he’d managed it.
“Vampire,” Snape said, winking. “Now bed, both of you.”
“But I’m horny,” Draco pouted.
“Step one of your punishment,” Snape said, kissing his blond brow. “Get some sleep.”
“How many steps are there?” Hermione asked, snuggling into Snape’s chest so he could deliver her to her own room.
Snape smirked and wrapped her in his arms. “You’ll find out… if you succeed.”
She shivered and stepped with him into the darkness. She hoped she lived long enough to find out. It sounded… promising.

AN: Snape was pretty mild this time. *waggle eyebrow* They've got to get through the dragons to really pay for it though. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I hope the Charlie scene was okay. I'm thinking he might not be finished with our junkies yet, but we'll see. Keep those reviews coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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