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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 did you go last night?”
Hermione jumped about six inches off the bench when Harry all but slammed the Marauder’s Map on the table in the Great Hall. She gave him her best glare, though it was weak. She still hadn’t recovered from whatever Snape had done to her the night before. She felt a little high and extremely tired. Draco suspected it was just the effects of blood loss. There was no telling how much Snape had taken. It had been stupid to trust him so much but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. It seemed that she felt that way more and more as the months passed after the war. The only bright spots of her day were fucking Draco’s brains out… and sneaking out to see Snape.
“No answer then?” Harry hissed.
“What are you talking about?” she hissed back.
“I saw you leave, Hermione. You were with Malfoy. What the bloody hell were you to doing?”
“It was you,” she growled, outraged that he’d once again taken to spying on people. “How dare you spy on me.”
“How dare I?” Harry snapped. “How dare you. How long have you been cheating on Ron?”
Her jaw dropped. The entire year, Harry had been on her side, told Ron he was overreacting to her complacent attitude towards Draco. He’d never doubted her, though he probably should have. But it hurt to have him openly accuse her, even if it was true. And sadly enough, somewhere in the back of her mind she was excited at the prospect of a fight. Merlin she was fucked up.
“Nothing to say for yourself?” Harry asked.
Hermione swallowed hard, her mind racing about something besides Snape for the first time since the war. It felt amazing and terrible. This was what Snape had offered, a chance at a legitimate future that offered danger and excitement and no more bowing out and doing what was expected of her. She hoped it hadn’t all been a dream. But she’d seen the bite marks this morning, healed but still pink and puffy, reminders of just how real last night was. All she had to do was take the leap but she didn’t want to do it alone. And two seconds later, she didn’t have to.
Draco straddled the bench behind her, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Morning, Granger. Having second thoughts about last night?”
She turned and stared him in the eyes. He looked fearless. So it was like that. She smirked.
“Never.” She turned to Harry and straightened her spine. “Malfoy and I have decided to put our differences aside and start a business. We were meeting with our silent partner.” She leveled her eyes and sneered at Harry. “And we wanted it to be a bloody secret because if it got out to the Prophet, we’d never be allowed to explore it without being hounded.”
Harry swallowed hard and blinked a few times. “Business?”
She nodded her head and stuck her chin out. “Yes. Do you have a problem with that?”
“But it’s bloody Malfoy!” Harry growled. “And what will Ron think?”
She took a deep breath to steady herself. She didn’t expect to feel such remorse at ending her relationship with Ron. He was sweet in his own way but he just wasn’t a good match for her. Still, she hated that she’d cheated on him for so long. She’d wronged him and it didn’t sit well. She had to make it right… somehow. But Harry didn’t have to know that. She had to cover her tracks now.
“He can think what he likes. It’s the truth.”
“He’ll be furious,” Harry warned.
She shrugged. “He can just be furious. This opportunity was too good to pass up.”
“You should tell him soon,” Harry said softly.
She couldn’t help but soften. Harry really was just trying to help and he had every right to be suspicious, though she certainly didn’t like being spied on. She hoped he would stop soon. They couldn’t afford for people to know that Snape was alive, er, undead.
“I’ll tell him now if it will shut you up,” she huffed, rolling her eyes to show him that there were no hard feelings.
“He said he had to turn in a library book and then he was heading here.”
She sniffed. “Ron? The library?”
Draco snickered behind her. “I didn’t think the weasel knew where it was.”
Harry glared. “Shut it, Malfoy.”
“Oh, stop,” Hermione huffed, grabbing a piece of toast before getting up. “You’ll both have to deal with your childish feud sometime. But right now, I have a boyfriend to talk to.”
“I’ll help,” Draco called, grinning smugly.
She sighed and shook her head before stalking off. “Whatever.”
Draco chuckled as Harry looked agog at them running out of the hall. When they were halfway to the library, he called out. “That was priceless.”
“You better hope you can put your money where your mouth is, Malfoy. Ron will want a fight.”
“I can take him, fists or wands, whatever he wants.”
“You’re just looking for a fight, aren’t you?”
He chuckled darkly. “I’m more of a fucker than a fighter.”
She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”
“He wasn’t wrong,” he said softly, making her stop dead in her tracks and turn to look at him.
“What do you mean?”
“We are junkies, Granger. Tell me you weren’t secretly thrilled that Potter found us out.”
She bit her lip and looked down at her hands. “It was a rush trying to outmaneuver him.”
He hummed. “And the thought of fighting Weaselbee in a duel or a fist fight is equally exciting to me. We have a problem.”
“I don’t want to stop,” she breathed.
He put his finger under her chin and lifted her face so she could see him smirk. “Neither do I. We need to see him again.”
“With a clear head this time,” she said.
He nodded and drew his finger over her jaw and down her neck, making her shiver. “I don’t know about you but I’m tired of living in the shadows. I want to be free.”
She caught herself trying to follow his hand as he pulled it back and stopped before she tipped forward. “What if he’s lying?”
“I’m not sure he’s capable of being that cruel. But if he did, his idea wasn’t bad. We’re resourceful enough to pull it off without him.”
She sighed and started walking toward the library, trying not to get her hopes up. “We don’t have the money.”
“Well, you don’t.”
She snorted and spun on him. “If you think your father would dare to give you the money to start a fledgling potion company with a mudblood, you’re more addled than I thought.”
“I didn’t say anything about him knowing what he was forking over the galleons for,” he said, stalking past her. “Give me some credit, Granger. I am a Slytherin, after all.”
“Sneaky little snake,” she said, more affection than annoyance in her tone. She did admire his ability to manipulate his way into and out of just about any situation.
“You like sneaky snakes, don’t you?”
“You forgot little,” she said, barging past him and knocking him sideways a step or two.
Draco charged forward, leaning in to murmur in her ear. “Oh, I think we both know there isn’t anything little about this snake.”
She tried not to laugh out loud. It was strange enough that she and Draco were walking down the hall together without going to wands. She didn’t want anyone to start spreading rumors before she was ready for people to know. Besides, she wasn’t really sure Snape was being truthful. And worse, she didn’t know if she cared. The thought of all that raw sexual energy and power was intoxicating, with or without the promise of a more exciting life. Sadly enough, she’d probably go along with it anyway just to feel that again. It was like her addiction to Draco and alcohol and drugs and any other thing that was potentially bad for her or could cause that rush she craved. She was a junkie.
She slipped into the library before Draco could clear the door, looking quickly through the stacks to see if Ron was there. He wasn’t at the front, which was where he’d be if he were returning a book. All those thoughts of Snape and that semi-naughty conversation with Draco had her worked up. If there weren’t too many people about, she was going to drag him to the restricted section and demand he fuck her senseless. She didn’t care if he was exhausted or not.
She was in luck. The library was deserted. Even Madam Pince was preoccupied, no doubt reading another trashy muggle romance novel poorly charmed to look like a reference book. It was prefect. A second look confirmed that no one was in the stacks. She grinned in triumph and turned to catch Draco’s eye. He was casually leaning against a table, pretending not to have a care in the world though his eyes tracked her every move. She jerked her head just a slight bit so he’d follow her, which he picked up on immediately, his eyes going hot. She spun and made a beeline for the back, unbuttoning the top of her blouse in preparation. Those thoughts came to a halt when she reached the second aisle in the restricted section.
She almost let out a scream when Draco bumped into her back. Luckily, he clamped his hand over her mouth so she couldn’t make a sound. She was frozen in shock, watching the scene in front of her unfold.
“Looks like I’m not the only sneaky snake,” he whispered in her ear, slowly releasing her when he realized she wasn’t moving.
She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. That wasn’t her Ron with his tongue down Pansy’s throat. Her Ron was sweet and innocent and he would never stoop as low as she had. She was the guilty person here, not him. She couldn’t reconcile the picture in her mind with the show in front of her. How could she have missed this?
Ron’s shirt hung off his shoulders, showing off the bright red scratch marks Pansy’s Slytherin green nails made as she grabbed for purchase. Her legs were wrapped around his lean hips and the shelves behind her shuddered from the force of his thrusts. One of Ron’s hands had a grip on Pansy’s ample bum, the other twisting and pulling her nipple through her bra. She made the strangest little yipping sounds as he pounded into her.
“What an odd noise.”
It wasn’t the most intelligent thing she could have said but her brain had frozen. It was like she was observing someone else from afar. Her thoughts were objective, completely third party. There were no feelings really, no hurt or sense of betrayal, only confusion and an odd fascination. He’d never fucked her like that.
“Always did hate that sound,” Draco murmured. “Reminds me of a pygmy puff.”
Hermione snorted from the force of holding back her laugh. Now that she thought about it, Pansy did sound almost exactly like Arnold, Ginny’s pet pygmy puff.
“Oh, Ron,” Pansy screeched, her voice high pitched and grating. “I’m close.”
“Take that,” Ron growled, giving her a brutal thrust that cracked the shelf they were on.
Pansy wailed like a banshee, her nails digging so far into Ron’s back that they drew blood. Ron grunted and shuddered, his hips jerking back and forth before he collapsed on top of Pansy.
“Ouch,” Draco whispered.
“He’s even heavier than he looks,” Hermione confirmed. “And I never did like getting crushed afterwards.”
“We better get back,” Pansy wheezed. “They’ll notice we’re gone.”
“Too late,” Draco called before searching his pockets, finally finding his prize, a pack of fags.
Hermione turned and scowled at him. “Malfoy, you promised.”
“What? They have a secret. If they want me to keep it, they have to keep mine.”
She raised a brow in question. What was he playing at?
“Just go with it,” he breathed.
She shrugged and watched as he tried and failed to light his favorite muggle lighter, a zippo he’d taken a fancy to in the tattoo parlor. She flicked her wand and lit the fag for him before casting a containment charm to keep the smoke from being detected.
“Draco?” Pansy croaked.
“H-hermione,” Ron queaked.
“Well done. You remembered our names,” Draco drawled before taking a drag and blowing it out. “On second thought, if you’re still cognitive after that, you weren’t doing it right.”
“This isn’t what it looks like,” Pansy whimpered.
Draco sniffed and took another drag, his eyes surveying the scene. “Let me guess. Weaselbee was helping you find a book?”
“Yeah,” Pansy said weakly.
“Well fuck,” Draco said, laughing and handing the fag to Hermione. “I need help finding a book. Can I get the same service?”
Hermione laughed at the dumbfounded looks on both their faces and took a drag, not even thinking about it. The whole situation was just absurd. Here she was thinking about how awful it would be to crush Ron’s feelings and he’d been in the library fucking Pansy’s brains out. It was actually kind of perfect. She should feel worse about this but the relief was almost overwhelming. She would probably feel horrible later when she had a chance to analyze it but she’d been living on the edge for so long that she couldn’t step back. Maybe Snape was right. Maybe they needed a focus.
“You smoke?” Ron huffed, glaring at her.
Hermione frowned and took another drag before handing it back to Draco. “That’s your answer? You’re balls deep in another girl and you want to know if I smoke.”
Ron flushed and hurriedly pulled out of Pansy, stuffing himself back into his trousers. Pansy tugged her skirt down and set about righting her clothes. Draco took another drag and watched dispassionately until the two had themselves righted. By the time they were ready, he had finished and stamped the butt out before vanishing it and ridding the smoke in the air.
“Let’s make this easy,” Draco said. “Granger and I have decided to try to start a business together which is why we decided to stay back this holiday. We had several things to discuss, still do really. You two obviously have a thing going on. Let’s agree to part ways now.”
“But-“ Pansy started but was stopped when Draco held his hand up.
“No,” Draco said darkly. “We’re done. We can still be friends or whatever sentimental bullshit you will no doubt try to propose, but nothing more and we won’t talk about this moment again.”
“Business?” Ron asked.
“Yes,” Hermione said. “We’ve managed to come to an accord and we have an idea that could work very well. Nothing is set in stone yet so we would appreciate it if you two kept this quiet.”
“Oh please,” Draco drawled. “You two say a word and I’ll make sure Pansy’s father hears about her little transgression before the sun sets. I’m sure the Prophet would love to hear about two purebloods on opposite sides of the war finding each other.”
“Deal,” Pansy breathed, turning white at the thought.
Hermione saw the fight in Ron’s face before he spoke and decided to throw a low blow to head him off. “Not to mention the look on Molly’s face when she finds out her son was fucking around with another girl without the promise of marriage.”
Ron shuddered and turned almost green. “Deal.”
“Good,” Draco said. “Now, Granger, I believe we have some things to discuss?”
“Right,” she said, nodding to Ron before walking out of the library in a fog. She was half way to the forbidden forest before she spoke again.
“What in the fuck was that?”
“An out,” Draco said. “A very convenient one. Come on. We really do need to talk.”

AN: I think that was just a little too convienient, don't you? Well, we shall see. I'm actually kind of liking the personality my Hermione and Draco in this one. I didn't think I would enjoy it so much but it's fun not having a goody two shoes Granger and a Malfoy who doesnt' give a rats ass about anything. Next chapter we get away from the cumbersome plot and back to the smut! As always, thanks to everyone for reviewing. I'm glad you guys are enjoying it too. Keep those reviews coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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