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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 rubbed her eyes for the fourth time since she’d left her room and yawned, trying to keep her eyes open as she trekked behind Draco to the Great Hall.
“Should have slept more,” he grumbled, slowing down and grabbing her around the waist to keep her from lagging behind.
“Can’t be helped now,” she said around a yawn. “You got the potions, right?”
He nodded and bit back a yawn of his own. “Take the invigoration drought now. The girding potion we’ll take after our meal and the wide eye potion before we leave. That should keep them all far enough apart.”
“You don’t think we’ll get the jitters if we use the invigoration drought and the wide eye potions back to back?”
“I think we’re so bloody tired it won’t matter. Besides, jitters might come in handy if we need to move quickly.”
“That’s true,” she said, clumsily tossing back the small vial he handed her. “Did the package come?”
“Yeah, he left it right outside my door this morning.”
“I didn’t think he would.”
Draco shrugged. “Blaise is all about deals. I made him one he couldn’t refuse.”
“I don’t fancy doing his history for the next few weeks,” she muttered.
“Do you fancy walking into a dragon’s nest in broad daylight without an invisibility cloak?”
She huffed. “No.”
“And you weren’t about to borrow Potter’s were you?”
“Blaise’s can be replaced. Harry’s can’t.”
“Exactly,” Draco said. “If we’re successful and we happen to get a few holes in the blasted thing, we can buy him a new one and he’ll be just as happy.”
“And if we’re dead, too bad,” Hermione said dryly.
Draco smirked. “More Slytherin in you all the time.”
“You would know,” she said, giving him a saucy wink.
Draco groaned and threw his head back. “You bloody minx. I’m already so fucking horny I can’t see straight. You aren’t making things any better.”
“Didn’t let you wank either, did he?” she asked quietly.
“No,” he huffed. “Damn near couldn’t take a piss because I had to touch my cock to aim.”
She sighed. “Well, we’ll just have to deal with it for now. I’ve got the knitting needles ready to go for the doppelgangers. I just need to cast the activation charm.”
Draco nodded. “Hopefully she’ll leave and not notice that they’re simply scribbling doodles on paper.”
“It’s a risk we’ll have to take.”
“Slytherin.”
“Gryffindor,” she shot back. “Barging in without a contingency plan.”
“If I could bloody think of one, I would,” Draco said in irritation.
“No need to get snippy,” she chided, sighing when they neared the Great Hall. “Give us a kiss?”
He smirked and gave her a soft peck on the lips. She thought about deepening it but there was a warning flare in her groin and she quickly pulled back. Whatever sort of punishment Snape had in mind, it was going to be anything but gentle. It was still worth it though. Just the memory of Charlie’s face as he lost himself in ecstasy was enough to satisfy her. But the information he spouted was priceless, more than justifying whatever vengeance Snape had in mind.
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Sitting still in the Great Hall was much harder than it should be. Even as tired as she was, she was nervous. Did she truly remember their game plan? She pulled the rolled up parchment out of her bag and frantically went over everything. They’d start with the Common Welsh since a sleep enchantment was easiest and the enclosure was at the back of the sanctuary. If they worked from back to front, they wouldn’t have to trek distances any further than possible. Broom travel was out, too noticeable. Humans walked around all the time, much less alarming if they did the same.
“Whas dat?” Ron asked around a mouth full of food.
She wrinkled her nose at his atrocious table manners and went back to studying the plans. “Some parchments Charlie gave me about the dragons.”
“What kind,” Harry asked curiously, trying to peak over her shoulder.
She huddled closer to the parchment and then froze. It was a terrible, horrible, absolutely Slytherin thought that held her still. Harry’s endorsement was her ticket to getting out of more ridiculous and probably impossible quests to gain access to the dragons. If she could get him to offer his name without him knowing what a greedy bitch she truly was, she might be able to look at him without feeling guilty. She was fine with using her name for some things, but Harry had been used his entire life, not always with his knowledge. She sighed and decided to maybe give a half truth. He didn’t have to know how much it would benefit her.
“Statistics and stuff,” she said softly. “The sanctuary is struggling right now and I offered to take a look and put some numbers together for him in exchange for help with my studies.”
Harry cocked his head. “Numbers for what?”
She bit her lip and looked away, unable to look into his face and lie. She could lie to anyone… except Harry. “Fundraising. Everyone’s been putting all their efforts into the war. The dragons are going to starve or be killed off if they don’t get some help soon. If we can put some impressive numbers out there like how helpful the sanctuary is…” she shrugged and let him fill in the blanks.
“Is there anything I could do?” Harry asked.
“Like?” she asked, not daring to breathe.
“I dunno,” Harry said, frowning. “Maybe make a donation.”
“It would be a wonderful short term thing,” she admitted. “But what happens when that donation runs out?”
“What do you suggest then?” Harry asked.
She shrugged. “I dunno, maybe make a statement to the paper or a magazine or something.”
Harry’s eyebrows rose to his hairline. “How would that help?”
“Saint Potter, endorsing something,” Draco said with as much venom as he could muster.
Hermione turned to see him standing behind them, his arms crossed and a sour look on his face. He looked every bit the disgusted Slytherin and Ex-Death Eater others portrayed him to be.
“You’ll have old ladies, young girls, politicians trying to get in good with you, and every gay wizard in Europe forking over their cash for the poor little creatures that the Savoir of the Wizarding World loves. But of course, Saint Potter would never use his precious name if it meant that he’d give up his bloody holier than though image. The Boy Who Lived Twice is above such petty things like using his fame to get something, even if it’s charity. Anyway, Granger, we have an appointment?”
She nodded and gathered her things, carefully studying Harry through her hair. He looked like Draco had just socked him in the stomach. She had to admit, Draco had been harsh. She wondered what was going through Harry’s mind at the moment. Was he thinking of all the times that others thought to further their career or increase their fame riding his coat tails?
All she could think of was seeing his lifeless body in Hagrid’s arms, having given the ultimate sacrifice for the wizarding world. True, it hadn’t been permanent, but he’d been willing to give his life just the same. Another thought crept through her mind, one she hadn’t had in a long time. Would he miss her… if she didn’t make it? She snapped her purse shut and lunged at him, probably squeezing him too hard.
“Have a good day, Harry,” she breathed. “I’ll miss you.”
“You too,” Harry said, chuckling and patting her bag. “But I’ll see you at lunch.”
“Yeah,” she said, pulling back hastily. “Um, bye Harry. Ron.”
She turned and hightailed it out of the Great Hall. She didn’t stop until she got to McGonagall’s door and thankfully, Draco stayed silent. She could hear the swishing of his robes as she sped along, trying to get her emotions in check. She hadn’t felt this out of control since the war… since she started self-medicating. She couldn’t do this.
“I need-“
“I know,” Draco said, cutting her off and handing her their second potion. “And after this, I promise, that will be the next stop. But you need to stop being a damned Hufflepuff and Gryffindor up, baby.”
“I told you not to call me that.”
“I’ll call you whatever I want,” he said haughtily. “Especially when you look at me like that.”
She huffed and downed the potion before pulling out her knitting needles. “Whatever.”
“Where is McGonagall anyway?” Draco asked, frowning as he looked down the empty halls.
“She better show soon,” Hermione said, casting a tempus. “It’s eight now.”
As soon as the time disappeared, a small silvery tabby came prancing into the corridor. It stopped beside them and licked its paw. “I’m sorry to keep you waiting but I’m afraid I will be detained all day since the students will be headed back this afternoon. Detention will be postponed until classes start back. You’ll make up the missed detentions after classes on Monday and Tuesday.”
“Thank Merlin for that,” Draco said once the cat disappeared. “Come on. Let’s set those needles off somewhere they won’t be bothered.”
“Back corner of the library under a repelling charm,” Hermione said with certainty. “No one has been able to tell the difference yet.”
Draco smirked and followed her, admiring her wand work as she set the doppelgangers in motion. When she was done, he cast a disillusion spell on both of them and grabbed her hand, weaving his way through the students milling about the grounds on the last days of the Easter holiday. He didn’t stop until they got to the whomping willow.
“Where’s that knot?” he asked.
“Right there at the base,” Hermione said, levitating a stick over to push the button. “Come on.”
They crawled through the tunnel, letting out a shout of shock as they came face to face with Ferdinand. The disillusion charms failed due to Draco’s loss of concentration.
“I thought you were leaving,” Hermione blurted out before she could think better of it.
The older vampire merely smirked and stepped further back into the shadows with a bow. “I said I’d find another worthy cause.”
“I take it to mean that you have?” Draco drawled.
Ferdinand grinned, bearing his fangs. “I believe so. She hasn’t said more than three words to anyone since the war. It’s time I… loosened her tongue.”
“Her?” Hermione blurted out.
“You assume that because my last child was male that I prefer the gender?” Ferdinand asked smoothly.
“I… dunno,” Hermione said with a frown.
Ferdinand smiled and flashed his teeth. “No, I have no preference when it comes to children, only an age limit.”
“How old is she?” Draco asked quietly.
“Eighteen,” Ferdinand said softly. “But I fear that if I wait any longer, she’ll take her own life.”
“Why?” Hermione gasped.
Ferdinand looked at her so fiercely that she nearly stepped backwards. “How would you feel if your body didn’t seem to belong to you anymore?”
“LAVANDER?” Hermione shouted.
Ferdinand growled and bared his teeth. “What is wrong with her?”
“Nothing’s wrong with her,” Hermione growled. “But she’s a werewolf and you’re a vampire. How in the fuck does that work?”
“She is not a full were. It wasn’t a full moon the night she was mauled. However, the scars disfiguring her face have ostracized her just the same.”
“And living with them for an eternity is better?” Draco asked incredulously.
“The turning will erase them.”
“They didn’t erase Master’s scars,” Hermione said quietly.
“Those were made with magic,” Ferdinand said quietly. “These were made by another creature. Have you ever wondered why your Master’s neck is blemish free?”
“The turning erased Nagini’s bite,” Draco said quietly.
“Quite,” Ferdinand said. “And since he did so well, I thought I would give her another chance.”
“But she’s just a teenager,” Hermione said quietly.
“Vampires are much more socially acceptable than werewolves,” Ferdinand said. “But you let me worry about my future child. I can promise that I won’t turn her without her express permission, so quit scowling at me like that.”
“Sorry,” Hermione said sheepishly.
Ferdinand sniffed and shook his head. “Be careful this morning. No matter how angry he is with you two, he would truly be devastated to lose you.”
“We’ll be back,” Draco said curtly, pressing against Hermione’s back and pushing her forward. “Just… keep an ear out and send for help if we don’t come back in one piece.”
Ferdinand nodded. “You have my word.”
The two teens stalked outside the house and stepped just outside the gate. Draco handed Hermione the last potion and they drank together. Then she flipped the necklace over both of them. Draco leaned in to kiss her, a gentle peck.
“For luck,” he said before the portkey activated.

AN: There be dragons ahead! As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. It makes the day seem not so horrible, and considering I've already knocked back my first beer and only been home half an hour... I'd say the day was pretty bad. Keep those reviews coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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