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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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“Where in the bloody hell have you been!” Harry yelled when they got to the Great Hall.
“So much for not being noticed,” Draco grumbled.
“I’m suddenly not hungry,” Hermione said, her stomach turning at the angry look on Harry’s face. This would be so much easier if she were drunk off her arse or higher than a kite.
“Me either,” Draco said, eyeing Potter as he came storming over. “But I don’t fancy a sharp burn in the groin, if you please.”
“I know,” she said quietly, looking up and meeting his eyes. “Thanks… for everything.”
He smirked and cuffed her chin. “Thanks yourself. We make a good team.”
“We still need practice,” she said, trying not to outright giggle.
“Hey, we’re alive and we’re bloody rich. I’ll take it.”
“Answer me!” Harry snapped, getting right in their faces.
“Ever heard of a breath mint, Potter?” Draco growled.
“Where. Were. You?” Harry seethed.
“Nature hike,” Draco said breezily. “Granger, after dinner. My room?”
“I’ll be there,” Hermione said, watching intently as he walked with a slight hitch in his step due to the spell.
“He’s hurt,” Harry said.
Hermione jumped and noticed that Harry was studying Draco intently. “He’ll be fine. Come on. I’ve got to eat.”
“Not until you tell me where you were,” Harry growled. “I know bloody well know that you two weren’t on campus. And those doppelgangers in the library don’t show up on my map, so no excuses.”
She narrowed her eyes and sneered at him. “Why don’t you go tell McGonagall? You’re good at that.”
Harry’s eyes widened and he took a step back. “What?”
“You heard me,” she seethed. “Now get out of my way or so help me, Harry Potter, I will hex your bollocks off and feed them to the dragons.”
“That’s where you were, isn’t it?” Harry hissed, right on her heels as she sat down with a gasp. “You went to the reserve.”
She cut her eyes over at him when he sat beside her. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll shut your mouth and keep that information to yourself.”
“You’re crazy!” Harry snapped.
“Who else is going to help them?” she hissed.
Harry gaped at her a few minutes and then started picking at his meal pensively. Hermione huffed and choked down some toast and tea. Her stomach was just not equipped to handle a full meal. The pain in her hip and back was flaring, most likely from the pull of sitting on the new skin. All she wanted to do was go to Draco’s room and crash.
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“I sent Brown to see Ferdinand,” Draco said the second Hermione mince stepped through his door.
She nodded and stripped out of her dress. He was already nude and lying in his bed with his leg propped on a pillow. She joined him, albeit very gingerly. She really should have gone straight to the dorm but she still had to talk to Luna.
“Lovegood going to run the story?” he asked when she laid her head on his chest.
“She was thrilled,” she sighed, laughing a little when she remembered the girl’s enthusiasm. “In fact, I told her that they were trying to increase the population of dragons thought to be extinct and she promised a three page spread. I’m certain Skeeter will get wind of it and come to me.”
He chuckled and scooted out from under her. “That’s one down.” He summoned the salve Snape had given her and started undressing her wounds. “I think you’ve managed to successfully convince Potter to lend his name to the cause. He was muttering to himself in the hallway about sucking it up and stepping back into the limelight while I was corning Brown.”
“How did you manage to get Lavender to stay still anyway?”
Draco laughed and started gently tending to her freshly grown skin. “I asked her if she fancied sucking blood. I thought she was going to bite me for a second, but she went on a tirade about werewolves not sucking blood. Then I casually asked her what she was going use as an argument after she was turned. That got her attention. After that, I just moved my collar up a little and let her see the marks on my neck from our Master. She nearly ran to the damned tree.”
“She’ll say yes,” Hermione hissed, cringing when Draco moved from her back to her hip.
“More than likely. Hell, I would probably do the same. Greyback did a number on the poor bint. I think she has trouble seeing, too.”
She hummed and then growled when he rubbed the salve on. “Fuck that hurts.”
“Sorry. Master didn’t say anything about pain potion and I’m afraid he’s angry enough with us to forbid it.”
“Best not to chance it.” She brushed a few tears away as he put the dressing back on. “But fuck it hurts.”
He chuckled and lay back beside her. “Come on then.”
She took the opportunity to snuggle into him, carefully turning on her left side and laying her head on his chest. “Lucky we were injured on opposite sides.”
“You call that luck?” he asked incredulously. “I have an incredibly sexy woman lying on me as naked as the day she was born and all I can do is hold still so I don’t hurt us both.”
She hummed. “Well, we both lived.”
“There is that.”
“Shall we go over all those scrolls, pick which ones would be the easiest to champion in the Wizengamet?”
“Always work with you,” he chided but summoned the parchments just the same.
“The sooner we get this done, the better I’ll sleep knowing I won’t have a new master anytime soon.”
“Aye.”
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“So… I did it,” Harry said nervously as he walked Hermione into potions on Monday.
Hermione frowned. “Did what?”
“I used my name. Luna’s going to put my endorsement in the Quibbler along with your plea for help. And… Skeeter is supposed to show up today for an interview.”
“Oh, that’ll be lovely,” Hermione said sarcastically, trying desperately to keep her cool.
“You said-“
“I know,” she cut him off. “And Harry, I can’t tell you how amazing I think that is and how much it will help. I’m just not that fond of seeing that little cockroach anytime soon.”
“Oh come on, Granger,” Draco drawled, sauntering up to hide his limp. “You know you have a jar all ready to go.”
She chuckled and then winced when the skin on her back pulled taught.
Draco frowned and ran his finger down her spine, sighing when she whimpered in pain. “That shouldn’t happen.”
“I know,” she said quietly. “But it’s still very tender.”
He furrowed his brow. “Something isn’t right.”
“Well, no time for it now,” she muttered.
He snorted and tapped his collar. “We’ll see.”
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Hermione collapsed on Draco’s bed after detention that night. There had been no word from Snape all day long. She’d had to literally have Draco bind her hands so she didn’t hex Skeeter during their interview. And to top it off, detention with McGonagall was manual labor, scrubbing cauldrons for Slughorn. Her back hurt. Her hip didn’t even feel that bad.
“You alright?” Draco asked, closing his door and locking it.
“No,” she spat. “This is stupid. Does it look bad?”
He motioned for her to strip, which she did without another thought. His gasp was all the answer she needed. She collapsed on his bed, utterly dejected.
“I’ve never seen a reaction like that.”
“What?” she murmured.
“Remember the dark spell I used to remove the Vipertooth poison?”
“Yeah. But you didn’t do anything to my back.”
“I know,” he murmured, running a hand down her back. “But it’s like… I missed something. The spell leaves the skin black and charred, effectively stopping the spread of the poison. But it’s like it’s under the surface of this new skin.”
“What, like it traveled to my back?”
“I don’t know. I can try to draw it out, but I’m not sure it will react properly.”
“Don’t!”
They both spun to see Snape striding across the bedroom.
“What is it?” Draco asked.
“That’s what I’ve been searching for all day,” Snape murmured, running a cold hand down Hermione’s spine. “I think it’s a case of a dark spell cast in a hurry, which is totally plausible given your predicament. I believe that you might have missed a tiny bit of the poison and rather than take the route it had intended to go, ravaging organs and what not, it went for the next weakest spot.”
“The new skin on my back,” Hermione muttered. “Can you fix it?”
“Of course,” Snape drawled. “But we’ll need to go to my house. Isn’t McGonagall supposed to come lock you up soon?”
“We got a reprieve,” Draco said, shooting three more spells at the door. “We didn’t even come out of my room yesterday except to eat so old Mac felt sorry for us and released us from that part of punishment.”
“You two are racking up punishments like dragon scales,” Snape said dryly.
“Speaking of scales,” Draco drawled.
Snape smirked. “The going price for Catalonian Fireball and Portuguese Long-Snout scales are 20,000 galleons a piece. And you two harvested ten of them. With the other scales, that makes 222,000 galleons total, give or take. It would have been well worth the price.”
“Except for the fact that we didn’t know we were going to get that many,” Draco muttered.
“True,” Snape said softly, still examining Hermione’s back. “But that covers the cost of three rare potions to the hospital that will net us around half a million galleons each. That should be enough to buy an apothecary and stock the shelves with ordinary potions and ingredients. The rarer ones can be harvested by us at a later date. It seems, my precious pets, that you have done it. And that is worth a reward, which I have decided to give to you tonight, since neither of you are in any shape to take your punishment.”
“Really?” Hermione whispered.
“Yes, my pet.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Snape chuckled. “But first, let us go home. Is everything squared away?”
Draco nodded. “Yes Master. Anyone knocking will be rudely informed that I’m sleeping and they should go away or risk pain of death.”
“Very nice, pet,” Snape purred. “Come.”
Hermione started to pull her shirt back on but was stopped by Snape.
“I think we can forgo clothing,” he whispered. “In fact…” The teens shivered when air rushed over their bare skin. “Much better.”
Snape drew them into his arms and walked forward, transporting them to his bedroom. Then he motioned for them to lie down.
“Draco, lie on your back and make sure to keep your left leg elevated.”
Draco did as he was told, albeit shakily. He locked eyes with Hermione, trying to convey his nervousness without actually saying anything. This might be a reward, but they were still in trouble, and still in quite a bit of pain.
“Hermione,” Snape said softly. “Climb on top of him.”
“Really?” she whispered.
Snape chuckled. “Be careful not to rip your new skin, but yes. I see he needs no stimulation. Do you?”
She shivered and looked over at Draco. His member was standing at full attention and it made her shudder with pleasure. “Merlin, no.”
Snape smirked. “Then climb on.”
“My back?” she whispered.
“Sit on him and it should successfully… distract… from the pain.”
She gulped and climbed on, trying not to look as eager as she felt. She’d only wanted this since Friday and somehow, three days had seemed like forever. She never noticed how slow time crept by without the aid of alcohol or drugs and she couldn’t wait to indulge again.
“Slide down, pet,” Snape purred, rubbing her shoulders as she lined herself up.
Her eyes flickered shut as her Master reached under her and grabbed Draco’s cock from her hands. He teased her slit, making her whimper in anticipation before he gently pushed her shoulders and helped her settle on top. Draco’s groan echoed her own, the feeling of fullness almost enough to send her over.
“No cumming,” Snape ordered, making her freeze.
“Simply feel…and try to ignore the pain.”
Hermione opened her mouth to ask a question when a searing pain hit her back. She screamed and clamped down on Draco, arching her back against the murmured spell from her Master.
“Feel,” Draco ordered, reaching up and holding her steady. He bucked his hips into hers, gritting his teeth when his leg moved a little too much.
She cried out when he slid his hand down and brushed over her clit. The combination of pleasure and extreme pain was making her body so confused she started to cry. And still the pain didn’t stop. Draco worked her furiously, trying to grind into her without moving her too much.
“Steady, pet,” Snape murmured and the pain subsided slightly. “This next one is really going to hurt.”
She took a deep breath and screamed when it hit. When was this going to end? She couldn’t hear Snape chanting anymore but the pain was unbelievable. Draco was doing his best to try and distract her, yanking her into him and grinding roughly, pinching her clit and swearing at the pain he obviously felt in his leg. Then Snape forced her down, lying flush on Draco’s chest. Slick fingers prodded her arse and she clenched in reaction.
“Relax,” Snape cooed.
She took a deep breath and tried to fight against the pain, slowly letting him in. His fingers were gentle but insistent, brushing up against the thin sensitive wall that separated his fingers and Draco’s cock. The sensations mad her arch her back and then scream in pain. Snape took her collar off and started placing soft kisses at the nape, replacing his fingers with his cock at the same time. She cried out in pain and pleasure, wanting more and less at the same time. Snape’s bloody hand came around to swipe Draco’s hair away from his neck and yank his collar off and finger the old bite marks. Oh, Merlin.
“Sex magic?” she whispered.
“Sex and blood,” Snape hissed. “The most powerful healing agents in the wizarding world.”
Then her vision was clouded with the sight of his teeth sinking into Draco’s neck. Draco arched and screamed in pleasure, bucking his hips and tweaking her clit at the same time. Snape started thrusting, sharp and even. It was so erotic and the pain had ebbed enough to send her over. Snape pulled back, blood dripping from his teeth and Draco’s neck. Then she felt it, the final slice to her back. It was accompanied by a pulse of pleasure from her mark that was so strong it kicked her into a second orgasm. Draco screamed hoarsely, no doubt feeling the same.
Snape started casting again, the pleasure and the pain so much she could scarcely breathe. Draco’s hand had come up and maneuvered her neck to where he could bite down on it. She yelled in shock and sank her hands into Draco’s shoulders while clenching her core, earning a growl from both men. She was so high she was afraid she might fall. A hand at her back, a set of fangs in her neck, and a final thrust sent her spiraling headlong into the darkness.

AN: I think Snape needs to revisit the definition of reward again. Ha. I really couldn't wait for the smut. But there is definitely more where that came from. As always, thanks to everyone who dropped me a line and reviewed this bonkers story. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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