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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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“Eat,” Snape ordered.
Draco shot Hermione a wary look and then carefully took a small bite of the salad he’d been presented.
“Is there something wrong with the cuisine?” Snape growled.
Hermione bit her lip and looked away. The food was delicious. She’d always loved shrimp scampi and the Cesar salad and garlic bread complimented it perfectly. There was even dry white wine and she was salivating at the thought of the alcohol flowing through her system. In fact, the only thing holding her back was the fear of what was to come. If Snape’s version of a reward was anything like the night before, she would prefer not to have a meal heavy on her stomach. Draco apparently agreed if the looks he was shooting her were anything to go by.
“It’s delicious,” Draco said slowly after a few minutes.
“Then why is it still on your plate getting cold?” Snape asked, his arms crossed across his chest and an imperious look on his face.
Draco quickly took a bite of shrimp and chewed it thoroughly to avoid answering the question. He didn’t want to earn himself another punishment. Unfortunately, by saving his own skin, he left Hermione high and dry. Snape glared at her as she tried to take another bite and she knew that if it made it to her mouth, he’d send a shock through her mark. She set her fork down and sighed.
“Can you give us a hint about our reward?” she asked quietly.
“Why does that matter?” Snape asked, his eyes narrowed.
Draco slammed his fork down. “Because we’d rather not have full stomachs if it’s…” he frowned, trying to work out the best way to say his suspicions without evoking Snape’s wrath.
“It’s what?” Snape drawled.
“Taxing,” Hermione said after watching Draco grope for an appropriate word.
Snape’s eyebrows rose and he looked dumbfounded for a moment before his normal stoic expression took over. “Tonight will not be… taxing, as you so eloquently put it. The activities I have planned for tonight will require you to have energy but not necessarily stamina. I would never put your health in danger that way.”
Draco chuckled. “No, you’d just toss us to the dragons.”
Snape smirked. “Indeed. Now eat. We have things to do.”
They ate with gusto after Snape assured them that it would be okay. They trusted that he wouldn’t hurt them that way. Still, Hermione saw the way Draco shot them both looks when he didn’t think they were looking. She didn’t have to ask to know what was bothering him. He mumbled in his sleep. Not having his task finished was taking its toll. He was worried that he would have to be a sex slave to Robert. She ducked her head and tucked in. Even if he had to settle up with Robert, that was no reason he couldn’t enjoy his time now. She hoped Snape’s reward was a good one. Draco needed it.
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“Where are we?” Hermione asked.
Little glass jars with bluebell flames hung outside of doors and owls swooped to and fro over the trees in the little magical village. The street was lined with quaint little cottages that were built a bit unorthodoxly. Snape hadn’t explained anything before handing them their cloaks and whisking them here.
“A small village called Knottwood,” Snape said quietly, ushering them down the street. “We aren’t too far from London.”
Hermione wasn’t going to kid herself. Each step was like slogging through a swamp. The earlier bath, food, and vitamin and healing potions Snape had forced down their throats had taken the worst of the punishment’s effects away. It just wasn’t enough to restore their energy. Her muscles still ached like she’d hiked miles through the mountains and every now and then, one of the marks that had faded to nothing would flare up.
“Here,” Snape said, pulling them into the shadows of a tall oak.
They were facing a small cottage, probably no more than one room. The grass was yellowing and the plants in front of the house were all withered from neglect. It was surrounded by a broken white fence and a few scraggly trees. The house was grey in the moonlight, probably white in the daytime but judging from the shutters hanging haphazardly, it was probably run down as well.
“Who lives in this dump?” Draco asked with a sneer.
Snape chuckled. “Why don’t you go find out? Test your skills.”
Draco raised his eyebrows and gave Hermione a pointed look. She shrugged and pulled her cloak over her head, waiting as he did the same. Whoever lived here was either important to Draco’s task or their future. The unholy gleam in Snape’s eyes as they drew their wands made her curiosity grow.
“Strategy?” Draco asked as they shuffled across the street.
“Well, there are more than likely wards at the edge of the property,” Hermione muttered, raising her wand and casting a few detection charms. “There.”
Draco hummed and began dismantling them while she held so he could see how the words were faring. They had them down in a few moments and Draco nodded in satisfaction. “Next?”
Hermione scratched her chin. “Well, the wards are down but if it were me, I’d have alarms up, sort of like a motion sensor… just in case.”
“Speaking from experience,” Draco drawled and cast a charm to search for them.
“One can never be too careful,” she breathed, seeing the exact thing she was just talking about. She quickly took them out.
“Anything else?” Draco asked, his eyes searching the outside of the house.
“They’ll be locking charms on the door, possibly more wards inside.”
Draco nodded. “There’s one other thing you haven’t thought about.”
“What?”
“Blood wards.”
“What?”
Draco stuck his wand straight up and chanted a short spell that made a white light shoot from the tip. It shot up for about five feet and then slowly blanketed the house, fizzling out a moment later.
“What does that mean?” Hermione asked with a frown.
Draco shrugged. “No wards. If they were present, it would have fallen along grid lines. It was a long shot, especially with a dump like this, but it might be something we come across at some point in time. Malfoy Manor was erected using several drops of Malfoy blood when seating the wards and the cornerstones of the property. It bends certain wards so they only respond to the correct bloodline.”
“Then why could Voldemort stay at the Manor?” she whispered.
Draco’s jaw tightened for a moment. “Because Lucius let him.”
She nodded and squared her shoulders. “Well, we’ve cleared everything we can from outside. Master?”
Snape appeared beside them in the blink of an eye and erected a privacy charm. “Well done. I gather you know that simply walking up and knocking will not exactly be welcome.”
“Obviously,” Draco drawled.
Snape shot him a warning look before studying the drape covered windows. “This is the house of Rita Skeeter.” He held his hand up to stay their questions. “I have brought you here for your reward, which is this. You have a choice. I was able to get her to retract the stories about you by sheer threats alone but they will hold only so long. Therefore, your choice is to permanently take care of the problem or to use it to your advantage.”
“What?” Hermione hissed.
Draco rolled his eyes. “He means that we can either take Skeeter out or we can negotiate a way that she’ll only be able to work for us and not against us.”
Hermione huffed. “I’d rather hit her with a bat bogey and charm boils to her cunt.”
Snape chuckled darkly. “I never said you couldn’t, my pet. You simply need to make a choice for the outcome of this visit. But I don’t think a little fear and retribution would go amiss, do you?”
Hermione smiled at that. It couldn’t be a pleasant one because even Snape looked taken aback at the sheer glee radiating from her. She’d held that bug in a jar for months, only letting her go after agreeing to keep her mouth shut and printing the truth about Harry. She’d obviously forgotten that, or figured that stories about her weren’t part of the deal. Well, she’d make them part of the bloody deal.
“Malfoy,” she barked. “Blast the door open. Bust it to splinters if you want. We need the surprise to get a jump on her. Master, could you please do the honor of capturing her?” Snape nodded and she grinned. “I’ll be doing the hexing.”
Draco chuckled darkly. “That’s the Granger I know. Tell me, does Edgecomb still have those pimples?”
“Damn right she does,” Hermione muttered.
Draco merely grinned and nodded for Snape to take down the privacy charm. Then he cast a powerful blasting charm on the door, perhaps giving it a little more oomph than necessary. It was a beautiful thing. Skeeter had most likely been standing just a few feet away from the door during the blast but was now about to piss her pants as she scrambled backwards on her hands and butt.
The cackle that escaped Hermione was so close to Bellatrix Lestrange that she almost scared herself. Draco’s wide eyes gave away the fact that she’d scared him too. Snape, however, didn’t miss a beat, though she suspected that the way he avoided her eyes was telling. But it was so fitting.
“Look,” she taunted. “She’s skittering away like the bloody little cockroach she is.”
With that announcement, Snape swooped over and wrenched Rita up from the ground, holding her hands tightly behind her so that her chest strained against her blouse. Coupled with her wide eyes in those hideous glasses and bits of rubble in her hair from the door, it was a rather hideous sight. She almost felt sorry for the little bug, almost. Not nearly enough though. Rita Skeeter had caused far too much damage and misery in the past and she couldn’t forget that. But she didn’t deserve to die. Hermione sneered at the squirming reporter and flicked her wand making oozing pustules appear all over the woman’s body. She’d have to thank the twins for that spell.
“Nice,” Draco said admiringly as Rita wailed and babbled apologies.
She smirked and then drew the tip of her wand under her chin, contemplating her next move. “It isn’t enough you know. How many howlers did you get from your father this week, Malfoy?”
Draco huffed. “That last one would make eleven.”
“Eleven it is then,” she said thoughtfully and then shut Rita up with a bat bogey hex, compliments of Ginny’s excellent tutelage. “That’s two down and nine to go. Any suggestions?”
“Oh, I have more than a few,” Draco growled.
Hermione cut her eyes over to him. “She has to live, Malfoy.”
Draco huffed. “She will, Granger. She just won’t be comfortable doing so.”
Hermione smirked again. “Sounds good.”
“Might I ask what you intend to do after your retribution?” Snape drawled in a bored tone.
“Then we negotiate,” Hermione said quietly. “And this time… it will take more than a little wizards oath to appease me.”
Snape smirked and held Rita up, presenting Hermione with a perfect target. She grinned and recited her favorite charm.
“Avis!”
Rita’s muted scream filled the cottage as dozens of birds dive bombed her, pecking at her hands and face and stomach. They carefully avoided Snape, who merely watched with a small vicious smile on his face and held their prey still. He seemed to be enjoying himself very much.
“Might I suggest one that will make it painful for her to sit?” Draco asked nonchalantly.
Hermione took Draco’s suggestion to heart and followed his instructions to the letter. Rita screamed again and then writhed and moaned when Snape pushed her hands into her bum. Hermione hit her with another spell that made her feel like she was being bitten by pixies. Then another that made her feel like she was being stung by nettles. By the time that the eleven spells were done, Snape didn’t have to hold the reporter anymore. She merely collapsed in a heap of misery on the floor and Hermione finally put her wand away.
“Now, we talk.”
“You might wait a moment pet,” Snape said quietly. “I don’t think she’s in her right mind at the moment.”
Hermione huffed and flopped down on a nearby sofa. “I was never very good at waiting.”
Draco smirked and slid in beside her. “Could have fooled me.”
Hermione sniffed. “Well, just because I could wait and can see the value in it doesn’t mean I’m good at it. I mean, I made Ron and Harry wait all the time but it was almost painful.”
Snape traipsed across the room and shook his head in amusement. “Well, we’ll have to work on that, won’t we?”
“Y-yes Master,” Hermione whispered and ducked her head.
Snape caressed her hair in reward. Well, maybe she could wait if this was the kind of reward that she’d get.

AN: Any guesses as to how the talk is going to go?
Alas, health issues have multiplied instead of subtracted. :( I'll be as quick as I can. As always, thanks to everyone for your reviews. They keep me going. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... Love you guys!
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