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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 woke up to the sound of a masculine groan near her ear. She opened her eyes to find herself draped over Draco’s shoulder. Draco was grimacing and holding his stomach. Where were they? She tried to move and let out a moan at the pain that radiated all over her body. Her stomach flipped and she swallowed against the urge to vomit. What happened?
“Easy,” Snape cooed. “A spell that dark will have some nasty backlash.”
“What did you do?” Hermione whimpered, holding her stomach.
“I took the poison away, but it was advanced enough that I had to cast a dark spell to counteract the damage. The blood and sex magic was enough to heal it, but the pain will remain for a while I’m afraid.”
“Gonna be sick,” Draco murmured.
Snape appeared at their side, two vials of minty green potion in his hands. He held one to each of their mouths. “Drink.”
They obeyed immediately. Hermione sighed in relief when the nausea subsided. Draco blew out a breath and gingerly maneuvered himself so he could pull her higher on his chest. His leg was on a larger pillow than before and appeared to have some sort of cushioning charm on it.
“Better?” Snape asked.
“Yes Master,” they answered in unison.
“Good,” Snape purred, reaching over to caress them both on the cheek. “A few potions to renew your strength and general healing potions and you two should be back to normal by Friday. That is when you will undergo your punishment.”
They couldn’t stop the slight tremble that those words caused. What would punishment be? He’d already said it would be painful and that they might not be able to even crawl away. Somehow, that sounded extremely appealing. After their fight with the dragons, they had this pent up frustration that they couldn’t even express, nor admit to each other or themselves.
“If you take your punishment well,” Snape continued, a slight gleam in his eye at their reaction. “Then you will get an even greater reward. But for now, I am hungry.”
“Didn’t you just feed?” Draco asked, even though he started arching his neck.
Snape sniffed. “I merely had a taste, just enough to let the blood flow and let the endorphins of the bite seep into your systems. This time, it will be a true feeding.”
“Will those potions interfere?” Draco asked.
Snape shook his head. “No. I am immune to dark magic now, and that potion was merely to settle your stomachs. The pain you are in will vanish for now and you’ll still experience the pleasure. There is even an added bonus that the spell knitted Hermione’s skin completely so she need not worry about ripping it back open.”
Hermione gasped in shock and looked down at her hip. Except for a discolored spot about the size of her hand, her skin was firm and plump. It was just like the rest of her skin.
“How?” she whispered.
“I directed the sex magic there as well,” Snape said. “The skin on your back isn’t even discolored. We caught it early enough that it didn’t permanently affect pigmentation. I am sorry that your hip didn’t fare the same. The poison was on the surface and the dark spell had to char it, making the new skin take with a greyish brown tint.”
She sniffed. “It isn’t like I don’t have other scars.”
Snape nodded. “Still, I know how women are about those things.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “I’m not like other women.”
Snape smirked. “Now that I can believe. You will both probably pass out from this feeding due to the declined state of your health. In time, you should build a tolerance to it. I look forward to those days. But, since I will not be seeing you again until Friday, I wish you well in your endeavors.”
“Wait, Friday?” Hermione cried in alarm.
Snape nodded curtly. “I will be taking a trip to sell the scales and gather ingredients for the potions.”
“But what are we supposed to do until then?” Draco asked in alarm. “We can’t stay away that long!”
Snape’s face softened. “I will allow you to comfort each other… in any manor necessary. But no one else. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Master,” they whispered, dejected at the thought of being separated from their Master. It was amazing how fast they’d gotten attached to him.
“You may still contact me through the collars,” Snape added. “And if you are truly in need of my presence, I will visit. However, you must be strong. Prove to me that you are worthy slaves. Besides, I do believe you have some payments to arrange.”
“Mine should be done,” Hermione said softly, not wanting to look at Snape. “Harry even met with Skeeter for a story.”
“Very good,” Snape purred, leaning over to kiss her forehead. Draco turned his head away and Snape put a hand out to stop him. “And your legislation?”
“We’ve decided to tackle the one where dragon sanctuaries would be expanded to prevent overcrowding and dragon populations would be regulated by both trading with other countries and humane euthanasia after a careful study of bloodlines was conducted to ensure sound genetics.”
Snape ran a finger of his lips in thought. “That should be the easiest to pass. It won’t step on the toes of hunters set in their ways, black market harvesters, or those who are against killing dragons all together. It’s a nice middle level proposal and a stepping stone should they want to pass stricter legislations.”
“That’s what we thought,” Draco said quietly. “Besides, the Greengrasses are on the committee for regulations and they owe me. And if they don’t want to back me, I can threaten them with revealing what their daughters get up to.”
Snape chuckled. “That’s my Slytherin. Well done. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to have you first.”
Draco swallowed hard and arched his neck higher.
“No,” Snape purred. “I want you fully.”
Draco gasped when Snape pointed his wand at Draco’s arse and recited the spell to clean and lubricate him. Hermione watched raptly while Snape prepared Draco, using first one finger and then another. She scooted over a little to give the vampire space to crawl over his pet. He was careful to lift Draco’s left leg and place it to the side before slowly sliding his cock up to the hilt. Draco cried out in pleasure, gasping and moaning when Snape pulled back and thrust again. Hermione clenched her thighs together to stave off the pulse in her center from the erotic sight.
Snape worked Draco slowly, peppering his neck and shoulders with kisses as he slowly drove him mad. Hermione couldn’t take it anymore, finally drawing a hand in between her legs and stroking the moist flesh. Snape shot her a smirk and then took Draco’s lips in a sensual kiss, plundering his mouth. Draco’s hips bucked helplessly as Snape started drilling him. Snape pulled back from the kiss and brushed strands of Draco’s silky hair off his brow.
“Come for me, my pet.”
Draco sucked in a breath and shuddered, crying out in pleasure as his cock pulsed and spurted. Snape’s eyes turned indigo and he sank his fangs in, pulling deeply. Draco cried out again, jerking against the vampire. It went on forever, it seemed, before Draco finally collapsed boneless and unconscious. Snape drew back and licked the fang marks before cleaning the blood from his lips.
“Delicious,” he drawled.
Hermione was already breathing heavily, her fingers bringing her to the edge of climax. Snape’s gaze pinned her in place and she froze. In the blink of an eye, Snape settled on top of her. She felt the light brush of a cleansing charm on his skin. Then her hand was lifted and Snape sucked her fingers into his mouth, massaging them with his tongue before pulling them out.
“You taste ripe,” he purred.
She panted in anticipation, kissing him eagerly when he took her lips. She could feel the brush of fangs and she shuddered in anticipation. This was what she was missing, the sharp thrill of pleasure with a hint of danger. It was the same feeling she got when they had successfully harvested from a dragon unscathed. She never wanted it to end, but Snape rolled her to her back and brought her legs around his waist.
“Now,” Snape hissed. “You are mine.”
She cried out when he slid inside of her, abrading her already sensitive walls. Her back was still tender, providing the prickling sensation of pain that only made her feel that much closer to the edge. He started slowly, rocking and rotating his hips so that his cock brushed against every pleasure point she had. She went over quickly, bucking and shuddering in his arms, but he didn’t stop. He moved faster, harder, working her into a frenzy. She glanced over at Draco who was still completely still, his face relaxed. She couldn’t concentrate when Snape gave her particularly brutal thrust.
“Come for me again, pet,” he whispered.
That was punctuated by a flick to her clit. She arched and fell over the edge, her muscles contracting sending waves of pleasure through her body. Snape bared his fangs and sank them into her neck. The pleasure flared, bright and sharp, pushing her even further. She was having a dozen orgasms all together, going higher and higher. She screamed until her voice gave out, her body betraying her as it climaxed so hard her muscles ached. Her vision dulled and a warm fuzzy feeling fell over her before she gave into the darkness.
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Hermione’s eyes flew open at the sound of loud banging on the door.
“Draco, we all know the article was bollocks. Open up!”
“What?” Draco hissed, shifting under her.
She looked up and saw a piece of paper floating above their heads. She snatched it out of the air.
Pets,
Please find the potion bottles on the bedside table. They are labeled with your first initial and a number. Take them in order in quick succession before you even attempt to get out of bed. Failure to comply will end in punishment.
Master
He sighed. “So it wasn’t a dream.”
“Don’t think so.” She craned her neck to see the very potions Snape had set out for them.
He reached over and snatched them up, giving her the ones marked H1, H2, and H3.
“Oh, nasty,” he croaked after the third bottle. “Blood replenisher, healing potion, and strengthening solution. Not really a combination that I’d like to experience again.”
She crinkled her nose and downed the bottles, realizing what he meant. It felt like she’d gargled with gym socks and bat bogeys. “Gross.”
“What is with the banging?” he growled, glaring at the door.
She realized he was right. The frantic beating on the door hadn’t stopped and there was no mistaking Pansy’s screeching. But there was another voice, one that made her stomach drop.
“McGonagall is out there too.”
“What now?” Draco huffed and stumbled out of bed, tilting his head when he put his previously shattered leg on the floor. “Well, fuck me.”
“Already did,” she said cheekily, slowly crawling out of bed.
He smirked and then pointed to his leg. “Look!”
She grinned when he put his full weight on his bad leg and hopped up and down a few times. “That’s great!”
“How’s your back?”
She stretched and then bent at the waist, pleased when the skin didn’t pull. “Feels good. How does it look?”
He walked around the bed and ran a hand down her spine. “Perfect, like there never was a wound.” He sighed and put a hand on her hip. “Well, this one doesn’t.”
“I’m fine with it,” she said, frowning when she saw the discolored skin. “I’ll just have to get used to it.”
“Or you could tat it up and commemorate our first harvest together,” he said, searching the room for his pants.
“What do you mean?” she asked. She’d already given up the search for her knickers and had slid one of Draco’s cotton button downs on.
“Well, I got the dragon to cover my Mark, sort of like starting over. And you got the griffin on a dare. It commemorates the first time we rebelled completely, right?”
“I suppose,” she said, buttoning up his shirt.
“Then we should get new ones. You can get yours on your hip. It’ll cover that mark, make it even more of a badge of honor. And I’ll get one on my stomach.”
She chuckled. “If we tatted all of our harvests in the future, there wouldn’t be any skin left.”
“Not every harvest,” he amended, finally giving up the search and pulling a pair of trousers on. “Just the ones with battle wounds, kind of like badges of honor.”
“But your stomach is fine.”
He stood up and buttoned his trousers. “Really?”
She walked over and studied his stomach, noticing that there was a patch of skin about the side of her fist that was lighter than the rest. “Huh.”
Draco shrugged. “Snape grafted it but I always scar lighter than my skin.”
She nodded and traced the silvery scar Harry had given him when he’d cast the sectrumsempra in the bathroom. “What do you suggest we get?”
“I think you should get the vipertooth,” he said, drawing his hand over her hip. “It would be sexy and that darker skin color would look good with the copper.”
“I suppose you’ll get the horntail?”
“What else?”
She giggled and gave him a sensual kiss, which he returned tenfold. She found her back pressed hard against the door and pushed Draco off when she felt it vibrate.
“They’re about to break through.”
He rolled his eyes and guided her away from the door before reversing all the charms on it. “Cock blockers, the lot of them.”
They were both leaning on the wall beside the door when Pansy came charging in, McGonagall and Ron hot on her heels. Hermione’s brow rose at seeing Ron but she remained silent.
“We know it’s…” Pansy’s words died in her throat when she saw how they were dressed.
“You know what?” Draco drawled.
McGonagall handed them a newspaper. “I presume this is your doing?”
The headline read Savior Takes Up a New Cause which certainly wasn’t enough to have them beat their door down. But over to the side, in a column that claimed it was continued on page three, was a picture of Draco binding Hermione’s hands to keep her from hexing Rita. Their collars were clearly visible but the headline was what was appalling.
Death Eater and Golden Girl in Dark Sex Slave Relationship
“Bollocks,” Draco muttered, tapping on his collar.

AN: Know what happens when you have five days off? You get to write! Yay. And I start a new job Monday, one without weekends, twelve hour shifts, overnights, and getting called in to work in the middle of the night. Hopefully, I'll have plenty of time to write. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I collect them all and put them in a snap bucket to make myself feel better. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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