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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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They landed at the sanctuary headquarters at precisely 10:30 AM Romanian time. Charlie was there waiting for them with a large grin on his face and several rolls of parchment.
“Didn’t think you two would show,” Charlie said, walking over to them at a brisk pace. “I brought the plans for the sanctuary, thought they’d come in handy.”
“Thanks,” Hermione said brightly, unrolling the parchment she was handed and leaning close to Draco so they could both study it.
“It’s sort of like we imagined,” Draco said. “But we’ll need to adjust our techniques somewhat. Some of these might be alerted by the others.”
“Where will you start?” Charlie asked.
“The Common Welsh Green,” Hermione said absentmindedly. “It’s the furthest away and the easiest to deal with.”
“Right then,” Charlie said. “Come along.”
“Where?” Draco asked.
Charlie grinned. “You didn’t honestly think we walked this entire place every time we needed to get somewhere, did you?”
Hermione gave him a sheepish grin. “Sort of.”
Charlie shook his head and led them into the castle, taking a sharp right and going down a spiral staircase and into a tunnel. “This entire sanctuary is connected with underground tunnels and a floo system, closed to the public of course. Got the idea from the muggle subway system. Robert normally doesn’t allow anyone outside of the tamers to use it but I convinced him you were worth it.”
“How exactly did you do that?” Draco asked through gritted teeth.
Charlie gave him a million galleon smile. “I told him the stories floating around about you two. Brightest witch of the age and an ex-Death Eater, both fighting for top of the class, both capable of damn near anything, and both interested in protecting this sanctuary. He agreed that if he gave you two exclusive rights to harvest, it would benefit everyone. Therefore, the use of the floo is to aid you in staying alive to see that possibility realized. The key to dealing with Robert is to know that he’s horribly curious. If you make him believe you can accomplish the impossible, he’ll give you every opportunity to prove it.”
“Exclusive? That’s something then,” Draco murmured, coming to a stop in front of a large stone fireplace.
“This is as far as I go,” Charlie said softly, remorse in his eyes.
“Thanks, Charlie,” Hermione said, giving him a hug. “For everything.”
He grinned. “Thank you.” They were both surprised when he kissed them in turn. “For luck. Just say the name of the enclosure you want to go to. The floos are all in caves and the dragons don’t go in there, but they make noise. So beware.”
They nodded and Draco grabbed a handful of floo powder. “Common Welsh Green.”
They whirled away in a burst of green flames, only to topple out a few seconds later. The tunnel came to an abrupt stop about five feet away, ending in stairs that spiraled upwards. They hurried up, knowing that their time was limited.
“We have four hours until lunch and we can’t afford to skip it. Someone might notice our absence,” Hermione muttered as they climbed. “There are 12 species. That’s 3 an hour, or 20 minutes per dragon.”
“It took the Tri-Wizard champions an average of half an hour,” Draco added.
“And there are two of us,” she pointed out.
“Still, that’s cutting it a bit close, don’t you think?”
“Assuming we don’t die? Yes.”
He smirked and pulled out Blaise’s invisibility cloak. “Got your spell ready?”
She nodded and raised her wand. He threw the cloak over both of them. They opened the door as quietly as they could, peeking out into the enclosure to see where the tunnel had come up. It was dark and damp and smelled faintly of sulfur. A cave then. She reached down and put silencing charms on their shoes, hoping to minimize the noise they made. That didn’t help with visibility though, so she tapped her temple and cast a non-verbal charm that would allow her to see in the dark. She did the same to Draco and then jumped when she saw all the bats behind him in the cave. How had they not been disturbed? She pointed to them and he nodded to let her know that he understood. Then he draped the cloak over them and they ventured out of the cave.
It was a rather shallow cave and they were thankful for it. The night vision charm was disorienting and caused a mild headache the longer it was in use. They canceled them as soon as they were free of the cave, blinking against the harsh light of day. The enclosure had plenty of trees and rocks to hide behind, which was actually kind of perfect. They darted from one to the other, careful not to step on any dead brush. After several minutes of trekking through the woods, they came across the dragon. She was magnificent, napping under a large grove of trees on a rock slab. Fire blew over her eggs with every breath she took.
Draco stepped forward, taking the cloak with him while she crouched behind a nearby tree. He’d sneak behind the sleeping dragon and charm it to sleep while she crept up to harvest the scales. He’d stay put because sleeping enchantments only lasted a few minutes and she didn’t know how long this would take. He’d also be there to cast a feather-light charm in case she thrashed and risked smashing some eggs.
Hermione cast the fire protection spell Draco had taught her and tiptoed over, careful to keep from making any noise. Reaching the dragon proved to be easy. Locating the scales to be harvested was not. Draco cast the sleep enchantment again and she ventured as close as she could, inspecting the scales on the Dragon’s legs. Those were the best ones to grab, easily sloughed and tough due to the fact that they were used for slashing. The other places to grab them were the tail and the back, but the former was too dangerous to contend with and the latter… well, she wasn’t about to climb on another dragon’s back this lifetime. She was reckless, not suicidal.
There! She spotted the difference on the leg tucked under the sleeping mum. The scales, normally a bright green, were pale, almost jade colored and sort of streaky, like chalk. That meant that they would be ready to come off. Still, it was dangerous. She felt the drain the protection spell was having on her magic and thought about lifting it right as a stream of fire flowed over her legs. She bit back a scream and a sigh of relief when the flames simply licked at the spell. No dropping the spell then. She’d just have to switch with Draco next dragon.
After a few more moments of study, she selected five scales in a patch that were ready to come off. She grabbed hold of one on the edge and wiggled it a bit. It gave easily. Perfect. She ran her hand under it, gently tugging with steady pressure, the best way to pry it loose. A dragon would normally scratch these off on trees but they could draw blood like that. They were lucky that these were unmarred. And it appeared that these were the last of the scales to be shed. They’d almost waited too long.
The first came loose after a minute of careful maneuvering and she quickly slipped it into the special bag that she’d charmed with Snape’s help the night before. It was wide enough for the scale to fit in but very shallow, to her. The inside had an enlarged wizard space, allowing the scale to be safely transported without shrinking it. After it was secured, she worked on the second. It came off easily, as did the third and fourth. The fifth proved much harder and she worried that it wouldn’t come at all. After a second of careful prying, it was just about ready to pop off. That’s when the leg moved.
She hit the ground as fast as she could as the dragon shifted its leg up higher and curled it up. She cursed when she realized the scale was now mere inches from deadly claws. She snuck up closer and ran her fingers over the loose scale. It was unharmed, thank Merlin. But she didn’t have much wiggle room. She gently grasped the edge and tugged, breathing a sigh of relief when it popped off. She inspected it, glad to see that it was a clean harvest and stuck it inside the bag.
She was just closing it when a searing pain hit her back and she flew through the air about twenty feet, knocking into a broad stomach and rolling down to the nest. She barely kept her wits about her, promising herself not to scream even as her tumbling body threatened to crash into the nest and destroy the eggs. Just as she hit the edge, she was floating. Thank Merlin. Draco had hit her with a levitating charm. She floated through the air for several seconds, clearing the nest and the dragon before he put her down. She took off at a dead run towards the cave. That had been close. Too close.
The run back was painful but she ignored it. There was no telling when that dragon would wake up. Draco spun her around as soon as they got to the ground floor of the tunnel and ripped her shirt off.
“What the fuck?” she yelped.
“You’ve been sliced,” he said grimly. “Where’s that salve Master insisted on?”
“Bottom right,” she panted, holding the bag out to him.
Now that she had time to assess the situation, her back felt like someone had flayed her open with a cleaver and poured acid on it. The salve Snape had given them would heal it but the pain would linger. She couldn’t help but whimper as Draco gently cleaned the cut out and then rubbed the salve over it.
“You’ll need to be still for about five minutes,” Draco warned. “It has to start knitting back together before we can move again.”
“I just blew our time,” she groaned.
He chuckled. “But it was bloody brilliant, wasn’t it?”
She smiled then. Despite the pain, the rush of fear and adrenaline were almost enough to climax. In fact, now that she thought about it, she wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes off and ride him until she couldn’t move. But that would have to wait.
“We still have eleven more.”
He nodded. “I’ll do the gathering for the next few. Who’s up?”
“The Antipodean Opaleye,” she recited from memory. “Then the Hibridean Black and Norbert.”
“Norbert?” Draco asked with a scowl.
She laughed. “The Norwegian Ridgeback. It’s the same one Hagrid hatched our first year.”
“Oh, I remember,” Draco said with a smirk. “First time Potter slipped through my fingers.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, yes. Those three are also susceptible to sleeping charms according to Charlie and they also happen to have enclosures right next to each other. Though, with the tunnels, I suppose that part is irrelevant.”
“Mmm… it does cut down on how far we’d have to floo to get help if we get more than a scratch.”
“True,” she allowed. “Are we ready now?”
He studied her back for a moment and then sighed. “I suppose. You don’t have any of those muggle sticky bandages do you?”
“Plasters?” she asked. “Yeah, they’re about two spaces to the left of where the salve was. Why?”
“I think I should put a few on your back to hold the skin together. It’s knitting nicely but any movement could rip it back open. They’ll keep it together.”
She nodded and held still as he carefully set plasters along her back. Then he cleaned and repaired her shirt, helping her put it back on. She shot him a dirty look when his fingers grazed her breasts but couldn’t hold it when he grinned at her. Damn him. At least he was cute.
“Let’s go,” he ordered, leading the way.
The next three dragons were quickly knocked out, each one responding well to the sleeping enchantment. Draco, having watched everything from afar the first time, seemed to have a sixth sense about when they would move. He hopped out of the way of flailing limbs more than once with a few close calls. He managed to get three scales each with just minor scrapes to his person.
“Now the tricky part,” she said, panting from their run back from Norbert’s enclosure. “The Swedish Snort-Snout is easily distracted. If it doesn’t respond to the sleeping charm, we’ll need to create a diversion.”
“Got it,” he said, taking a larger than usual snitch out of his pocket. “We use these for first years to train with, see how they measure up and whatnot. It’s charmed to buzz so we won’t lose track of it.”
“Brilliant,” she said, eyes gleaming from pride and her adrenaline high. “Who’ll be doing the distracting?”
“It’s charmed to respond to me,” he said with a frown. “So you’re back to harvesting. Let’s have a look at your back.” She obediently turned and let him study it. “Almost completely healed. Any pain?”
“Not really,” she said. “I’m not sure if that’s the adrenaline talking or if it’s the salve but it’s all we’ve got.”
“That’ll have to do,” he said, grabbing some floo powder and whisking them off to the next enclosure.
Hermione hid under the cloak while Draco cast a disillusion on himself. It would fall if he cast the fire protection charm, but it might get them a little further. She waited, stalking behind him and allowing him to cast the sleeping charm. The dragon grew drowsy but it didn’t fall asleep. Draco hit her again and her eyes fell closed.
Hermione wasted no time rushing over and inspecting her legs. They wouldn’t get much time with this one. Her back smarted as she crouched but she ignored it. She spotted four scales on the hind legs and cringed at the thought of being that close to the Short-Snout’s deadly tail but there was nothing for it. She pried as quickly as she could, careful not to rush them less all of their hard work be for not. The first two came quickly. However, while she was on the third, the beast woke up. It was drowsy, not quite awake but another hit from a sleeping spell didn’t work. Minutes later, a large golden snitch floated lazily above the dragon’s head. She tracked it curiously, not moving to strike. Hermione took that opportunity to grab the third one and cringed when there was a blast of fire. She couldn’t look to see if Draco was okay though, quickly popping the fourth off.
“Got it,” she yelled, ducking when a jet of fire streamed over her.
She ran as fast as she could when it subsided, nearly losing her breath when Draco barreled into her. They raced into the cave and down the stairs, nearly tripping on each other as they struggled to remove their charms.
“You okay?” she called.
“Little crispy, but fine,” he said. “And I got my snitch.”
She chuckled and grabbed the floo powder for the next one. “Ready?”
He smirked. “Let’s go.”
The Chinese Fireball, Romanian Longhorn, Ukrainian Ironbelly, and the Portuguese Long-Snout all went similarly. Draco’s snitch was brilliant at distracting them all and they caught very little fire and had almost no scrapes. They’d harvested four scales a piece. But the Peruvian Vipertooth was proving to be a bitch.
“Watch the claws,” Draco yelled just as it took a large swipe at Hermione.
She hit the dirt and sprung up a minute later, dodging and weaving to try to get to its hind leg. Draco hit it with another enchanged sleeping spell followed by a spell that paralyzed the hind leg and another that made the rest of the limbs lethargic. She harvested as fast as she could, pleased when she was able to get seven scales from the venomous beast.
“Hermione!” Draco screamed and she instinctively ducked.
The Vipertooth’s head crashed into her and she stumbled against its leg. Draco screamed out a barrage of stunning and paralyzing spells, finally managing to hit it enough times that the dragon’s head froze. She climbed out from in between the scales, thankful that she’d thought to put an impervious charm on her bag, and stumbled away.
“Fuck,” Draco hissed as her legs collapsed underneath her. He barely stopped her from falling flat on her face. “It got you.”
“Yeah, hit me pretty good,” she said, frowning when her words slurred a little.
“No, his bloody tooth got you,” Draco snapped, setting her on the ground and practically yanking her jeans off. “Right in the fucking hip. No wonder you can’t stand.”
“Just put more salve on it,” she muttered, gritting her teeth at the searing pain that came when Draco felt around beside the tiny puncture wound.
“Viperteeth are poisonous, remember? Did you pack a bezoar?”
She nodded and pointed to the bag, alarmed that she couldn’t form words.
He dug around in her bag almost frantically, finally finding the stone and popping it in her mouth. “Hold it in there until the pain clears. I’m going to clean the wound draw the poison out.”
“How?” she asked around the stone.
“It’s dark,” he warned, “but it’s the only way you’ll heal in time to finish this mission.”
She nodded and watched in awe as he waved his wand over her hip in an intricate pattern, almost singing Latin as he worked the spell. She watched a black substance draw from the wound, spiral outward, and land on the ground. He then lit it on fire, watching until the last drop evaporated before banishing it. Then he started cleaning the wound. It hurt so bad, like pouring petrol on an open wound, but it was necessary. As he started putting the salve on it, she cursed herself for being negligent. Draco had nary a scratch and here she was, slowly being poisoned to death while he worked desperately to fix her. She was a weak link. That had to stop.
“Done,” he said, picking up her jeans and cleaning and mending them. “Do us a favor and try not to get yourself killed before we’re done.”
She spat the bezoar out, pleased that the sting was gone. “Try not to let the bloody thing loose next time.”
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I am sorry about that. Bloody thing was too fast.”
She nodded and cast a tempus. “Shit, it’s noon!”
“We can’t leave now,” he said softly. “We only have three left. And we might need that money if they kick us out of the bloody school.”
She shook her head. “You’re right. Come on. Help me up. How about I fight the dragons for a while.”
He smirked. “Deal.”
She was feeling pretty good during the next two dragons. The Catalonian Fireball and the Portuguese Long-Snout were both fairly docile, slow, and easy to curse. That was probably why they’d nearly gone extinct. She easily subdued them with paralyzing spells when the sleeping charm wore off. She’d harvested four and six scales respectively.
“One left,” Draco said, wiping sweat from his brow. It was starting to get unseasonably warm and the toll of ducking and dodging dragons was starting to wear on him.
“It’s the worst one,” she said, nervously picking at a jagged fingernail. “The Hungarian Horntail, meanest but horribly slow.”
“I’m not sure you should fight it,” Draco said, studying her hip before turning her around and checking on her back.
“I’ll be fine,” she said. “I’d like to know what I’m facing. I think we can both agree that I can’t take another hit. If I’m fighting them, I can stay out of swiping range.”
He nodded. “If you’re sure. For this one, I think we should take a leaf from Potter’s book.”
“I thought we agreed we’d distract it, bind it, and scale it.”
He bit his lip. “I know, but Potter’s dragon broke his chains. The only reason he escaped was because he had a broom.”
“A broom is hardly conducive to getting it to stand still to get its scales.”
“If we managed to chain its leg to the ground, paralyze it, and then enrage it enough to not pay attention to its lower half…”
“It might not notice you taking his scales,” she said, biting her lip. “Only problem… no broom.”
“But I have the snitch. And you do throw some very pretty flames.”
She nodded. “Let’s do this… before I can think better on it.”
They charged out of the cave, quick on their feet and silent as they could manage. The Horntail spotted them even under the cloak and disillusion charms, blowing fire before they even got in range to spell it. Hermione threw caution to the wind and set the snitch loose. It flittered high above, drawing the attention of the nesting mother. She snapped at it and blew fire in arcs, trying to burn the annoyance to a crisp. Hermione was glad Draco had spelled it to be impervious as well. The Slytherins would have a fit if their practice snitch disappeared.
While Hermione distracted the dragon, Draco conjured a chain. She threw five different blasting hexes and fireballs around the dragon’s head, making the mother pause to assess the threats. Draco picked that moment to clamp the chain around her leg. Hermione hit her with two sleeping spells and three lethargy spells. The dragon slowed to a crawl. Pleased, she paralyzed it’s leg and kept the snitch close in case the beast broke free. Draco managed to get two scales before she started moving. He barely managed to get free of the sudden shift of the tail.
The spells weren’t working anymore. She wondered if this was how the Vipertooth had reacted, so many spells at first, only to break free. She cursed and fought harder, even yelling at one point and taking the full brunt of a fire blast. The chain started creaking and Draco finished yanking a third scale off before it snapped. He let out a blood curdling scream that she mirrored, her charms failing. The heat was searing and she barely held it back, throwing everything she had at a conjunctivitis curse that blinded the dragon. The Horntail stumbled backwards and Hermione cast a shield charm over the eggs, waiting until the dragon tripped over a few trees before she released it and ran.
She almost threw up when she saw Draco crawling across the ground, left leg hanging limply. She quickly levitated him and ran for the cave before the Horntail could get up. She laid him on the ground, nearly vanishing his lower half in her haste to get to his leg.
“Fuck,” she growled, seeing the exposed.
“Makes your poison look tame,” he said almost dispassionately as he stared at his leg, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“I can set them,” she said. “And I can mend them somewhat, but they won’t hold.”
“That’s the least of my worries,” Draco said flatly.
“Why?”
He took his hand away from his stomach and she collapsed. “Oh God.”
“Mend what you can,” he said.
She nodded and wiped tears from her face as she watched blood seeping from the large hole in his stomach. She didn’t have much time left before he bled out. She quickly set his bones, noticing that he barely flinched. Not enough time. She cast a weak mending charm and put his jeans back on with a spell before throwing the chain around their necks.
They landed in front of the Shrieking Shack with a thud.
“Help!”
Draco wasn’t breathing.

AN: I know, I know, cliffhanger. Sorry this one took a while, but this chapter is nearly twice as long as the others. Hope that makes up for it somewhat. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I realize the smut has disappeared. I'm sorry. I'll try to feed my muse something erotic. ;) Keep those reviews coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys.
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