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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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“You two are together?” Ron asked in a small voice.
“Define together,” Draco muttered, tapping his collar again after he read the incriminating article.
Hermione nearly burned the paper to a crisp after reading the speculations of dark magic, sex, and entrapment, but thought better. She carefully cut out the article outlining Harry’s plea for help for the dragon reserve. She’d send it to Robert as proof. She hoped the Quibbler article had come out as well. That would kill two birds with one stone, proving her two articles and fulfilling both her debt and the extra incentive that would ensure they have permanent free access to the dragons.
“Oh please,” Pansy huffed. “She’s wearing your bloody shirt, Draco.”
“And,” Draco drawled, scowling at the article again. “This picture is bollocks.”
“It certainly looks incriminating,” McGonagall said curtly.
“It would be if you weren’t there,” Harry called, entering the room with Luna and Lavender behind him. “Malfoy only tied Hermione up to keep her from hexing Skeeter.”
“Now that makes sense,” Ron said, still staring at Hermione’s legs.
She scowled and sent a stinging jinx at him. “I’m up here, Ron. And Harry is right. If Malfoy wouldn’t have stopped me, she’d be in little pieces in Slughorn’s potion ingredients cabinet.”
“Oh, Hermione,” Luna called dreamily. “The article came out in the Quibbler. Did you want to see it?”
“Oh, yes, thanks,” Hermione said, studiously ignoring everyone’s eyes on her as she promptly read through the entire thing. “This is perfect!”
“May I?” Draco drawled.
Hermione nodded and let him have the article before she scowled at everyone. “What?”
“You… erm… you’re still wearing Malfoy’s shirt,” Ron said, gulping when she glared at him.
“I’m decent,” she sniffed. “What is it to you?”
Ron turned blood red. “We… um… but…”
She huffed and crossed her arms. “We are merely friends, Ronald. Do I need to remind you why?”
“No!” Ron called, stepping back and paling. “It’s just… when did you and Malfoy… um…”
“Start sharing an outfit?” Draco broke in. “When our clothes disappeared. Anything else?”
“Why would your clothes just disappear?” Pansy snapped.
“When we find them, we’ll be sure to ask,” Draco said snidely which made Hermione burst out in laughter. He smirked and deftly cut the article out of the quibbler. “Do you want to send this off now?”
Hermione nodded and promptly rolled both articles up. Then she penned a quick note to Robert requesting that he send confirmation that this was her debt paid in full… plus incentive. She put the articles inside the parchment and sealed it with wax. Before she could ask to find an owl, one fluttered in the room.
“Blimey,” Ron said. “It’s the bloody carnivore.”
“Bout time,” Draco murmured, letting the owl peck his finger before taking the parchment. He unrolled it and frowned. “It’s blank.”
Hermione noticed that the owl was staring at her expectantly so she allowed it to peck her. She added her blood to the drop Draco had spilled on the parchment and nodded when the words appeared.
“Bloody paranoid as always,” Draco growled, hissing when his mark flared.
Hermione smacked him in the shoulder. “Hold your tongue.”
“I gathered that,” Draco said through gritted teeth and held the letter so they could both read it.
Pets,
Yes, I have seen the article. You must hand it to Skeeter this time. For once, she spun a web that was quite correct, if grossly skewed. However, I understand your concern. If it were to become public that you were under the so called control of a Master, and exactly who and what I am, then it would be disastrous for our reputation starting out. Therefore, I will visit the cockroach in her lair tonight and convince her to retract the story. As for yourselves, yes, the collars will now be visible to all who see you, for they will be expecting it. Clear the room, darken it, and I will come and remove them to prevent a barrage of questions. Tap the collar three times when you are ready.
Your Master
P.S.
Feel free to use Nightshade to deliver any letters you wish. He is faster than the average owl. Just be sure to feed him blood if you don’t expect the recipient to pay.
“Nightshade?” Hermione asked incredulously.
Draco chuckled and then yelped when the parchment caught fire in his hands. “Merlin. It could have bloody well warned us.”
Hermione chuckled and then leaned down to tie her parchments the owl. “Nightshade? Can you please take this to Charlie Weasley at the Romanian Dragon reserve?”
The owl hooted regally and mimicked a bow. She gave it a light pet and then allowed it to peck at her finger again. It hooted in thanks and flew gracefully out the window before disappearing in the blink of an eye.
“Blimey,” Lavender whispered. “What an odd bird.”
“I rather like him,” Draco declared before turning back to the crowd in their room. “Why are you here, Brown?”
“To thank you,” she whispered, head down.
“You’re most welcome,” Draco drawled. “But it wasn’t me.”
“Still,” she said quietly. “Thanks. I’ll just… go.”
Luna sighed as the girl ran out of the room. “I’d better follow her. She’ll lock herself in her room until nightfall if I don’t.”
“Thank you, Luna,” Hermione said with a sad smile.
Luna nodded. “I was hoping that her luck would change. She even said five sentences.”
“Tell her we wish her the best,” Hermione said, ignoring the gaping faces of the others in the room.
“I’m sure she’ll be grateful,” Luna said, slipping out the door as carelessly as she entered it.
“Does anyone else not see this?” Pansy squealed. “They were locked in here together! Granger is wearing Draco’s shirt. He’s in nothing but trousers. They’re both wearing collars for Merlin’s sake!”
Draco sneered at her. “Parkinson, shut your mouth or I will shut it for you.”
Pansy’s mouth snapped shut and she looked terrified.
“I see it,” Ron growled. “Skeeter was right.”
“Hardly,” Hermione huffed. “But I don’t want to hear another word from you. I’ll still write to your mother.”
Ron paled and was adequately shushed.
“I don’t know what you have against them,” Harry said quietly. “But I want some answers.”
“Sorry, all out of those,” Draco drawled. “Don’t remember a thing after going to bed last night.”
“And you’re just okay with this?” Harry yelled.
“Potter!” McGonagall said sharply, causing Harry to jump slightly. “Yelling will not solve anything.” She turned back to Draco and Hermione, who were still casually staring their company down and trying to figure out the best way to get rid of them. “As for you two. You must admit, the evidence is incriminating.”
“Obviously,” Draco drawled. “But I am telling the truth. I went to sleep and I woke up this morning with Granger.”
“Sans clothes,” McGonagall said dryly.
“Check the bloody room for Merlin’s sake,” Draco spat. “Nothing happened.”
McGonagall pursed her lips and flicked her wand. A hazy white smoke drifted from the end and started journeying around the room.
“What does that do?” Harry asked, following the puff of smoke as it floated over the bed.
“Any extracurricular activities will turn the smoke red,” Draco said dryly.
“How far back can it sense?” Harry asked.
“Twenty four hours,” McGonagall said curtly, her eyes tracking the smoke around to the sofa before it dissipated.”
“Satisfied?” Draco asked tersely.
McGonagal nodded. “There is still the matter of your collars.”
Hermione’s hand flew to hers. Draco remained stone faced and still as a statue.
“You’re slaves,” Pansy hissed.
“How do you know I don’t like the fashion statement?” Draco asked lightly. “I’ve developed all sorts of new interests this year.”
“Like tattoos?” Pansy asked, sneering at the dragon on his arm.
Draco shifted his shoulder, making the dragon trail back down to its original spot. “I quite like it.”
“You didn’t know?” Hermione asked, tilting her head in confusion.
“You did?” Pansy asked, on the edge of screeching.
Hermione shook her head. “It’s news to me, but I figured you’d seen it… considering your previous relationship status.”
Pansy turned bright pink but managed to answer smoothly. “I’ve never seen it before. It must be new.”
“Actually,” Draco drawled with a slight smirk. “It was a Christmas present to myself to cover up that hideous Mark. I just kept it glamoured because I knew you couldn’t keep your fucking mouth shut.”
“Language,” McGonagall snapped.
Draco huffed. “Look Headmistress, we’ll take the collars off if you’ll just leave us to get ready for the day. Unless you just happen to derive pleasure from watching students dress.”
McGonagall spluttered for a minutes. “Absolutely not. Potter, Weasley, Parkinson, go to breakfast.”
“I’m not leaving until I get answers,” Ron growled.
“You’ll leave or I’ll make you leave,” Hermione hissed.
Ron paled and backed away, hands raised in supplication. Pansy huffed and marched out, dragging Ron by the shoulder. Harry stood there until the door was closed.
“Who is your Master?” Harry asked quietly.
“Who says we have one?” Draco asked, eyes narrowed.
Harry sighed. “I’ve been able to see the collars since you two disappeared that night. I just figured it was a statement. I didn’t realize what they really meant until Skeeter’s article.”
“We can’t,” Hermione said, stepping forward to plead with her friend. “Please Harry, drop it.”
“He could be dangerous,” Harry growled.
“No doubt,” Draco said. “But that is none of your concern, Potter. Granger is a big girl. She can take care of herself and if she wants a Master, that is her choice.”
“Your Master is your silent partner,” Harry said, his eyes shooting back and forth between the two. “For your potions thing… right?”
“Maybe,” Draco drawled. “Maybe not.”
“He is,” Harry said, his face drawing down in thought. “Please tell me it isn’t Slughorn.”
“Oh, gross!” Hermione screeched. “Do you honestly think we would subject ourselves to his bumbling idiocy? Not to mention the fact that he looks like a walrus.”
Harry chuckled. “Guess not.”
“My word,” McGonagall whispered, her face going deathly pale. “It’s Severus.”
“Beg pardon?” Draco asked sharply.
“It’s Severus,” McGonagall said a little louder. “I should have known. Albus told me he knew. He said that your Master was trustworthy and would keep your best interests in mind. He said you needed…. Oh dear Merlin, it is.”
Hermione gulped and stepped back into Draco. They hadn’t counted on this. She quickly tapped her collar, sending a plea for guidance. They’d have to use the runes, but this was an emergency. Her neck heated up a moment later and she tilted it up so Draco could read it.
“I’m coming now,” Draco said softly. “Shit. Get the window.”
“Got it,” Hermione said, running across the room to tack the drapes to it so no light would shine through.
Draco quickly sealed up the doors to the other rooms, just in case.
“He’s alive,” Harry yelled.
“Not quite,” Snape said as he stepped into the room.

AN: Dun dun DUN. Muahahahaha. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I'm glad you hate Skeeter as much as I do. She'll get hers, don't worry. Keep those reviews coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... Love you guys!
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