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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.

Chapter List
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“Do we have a deal?” Hermione asked.
It wasn’t really a question. Rita had already been given an ultimatum. Accept the deal or be a lovely snack for Snape every day of her life. If it were any other person, Hermione might object to imprisonment. But this was Rita Skeeter and Hermione was thoroughly convinced that the black hearted reporter had long since lost her soul. Besides, it wouldn’t be a tortuous stay. Rita would most likely be too dazed by the bites to even notice that she was a prisoner.
Hermione shook her head. It was almost bizarre how much of a change in priorities she’d suffered since the war. The values that she’d held so dear before were a mere memory. She thought nothing of drinking and using drugs. Sex was now a requirement for her, and it had to be hot and kinky. No boring vanilla for her anymore. She’d given up a cushy safe life with Ron. And with it she’d given up a boring and bland life that was sure to slowly suck the sprit out of her. Other things had shifted as well. Danger was something to pursue now. She didn’t even bat an eye at kidnapping. What next?
Rita glared at her captors until she realized that they didn’t give a damn how she felt. Finally, she huffed. “You want me to be your own personal mouthpiece?”
“That’s a rather watered down version,” Draco drawled in a bored tone.
“You prefer slave?” Rita hissed.
“No, that would be an honor,” Snape cut in, his eyes flashing in the dim light.
Rita paled before she gathered herself. “I was right. You’re both slaves for a murdering Death Eater! How utterly stupid and irresponsible.”
Draco’s arms tensed before he got control of his temper. Snape, however, didn’t even try. He was on her in a flash, teeth bared, one hand cutting off her air. Hermione froze, unable to even say a word for fear of setting off her Master. Draco stayed silent beside her, merely pulling her into his chest in case things got ugly.
“One word of advice, Skeeter,” Snape hissed. “You can say what you want about me but you hold your tongue around my pets. Draco alone is a thousand times smarter than you ever aspired to be.”
“Yet you say nothing about the Granger girl,” Rita croaked, trying for unconcerned and failing miserably.
Snape stepped back and chuckled as he took his seat. “She’s the brightest witch of her age. Her title speaks for itself. Rest assured, I’m well aware of the prizes I have collected.”
Hermione and Draco both squirmed in their seats when Snape said that. He’d managed to give them quite a pleasurable pulse in the nether regions. That coupled with the way he looked at them, like he’d devour them whole, was enough to throw them into overdrive. The man was liquid sex.
Rita sneered. “Disgusting.”
“No,” Hermione cut in. “You are the definition of disgusting, twisting reality into something ugly to benefit yourself. You’re no better than Voldemort.”
Rita’s jaw fell open.
Draco laughed. “She’s right. Only you don’t have one ounce of the charm he possessed. Just the pathetic need to be worshiped, and absolutely no followers. You’re finally getting a taste of your own medicine.”
“I’ve never hexed someone and threatened kidnapping.”
“No,” Hermione said quietly. “But I suffered more hexes, curses, and jinxes from backlash due to your stupid articles than I can count. I have no sympathy for you, you pathetic bitch. I’ve grown tired of your whiney voice and your holier than thou attitude. So you have one minute to make your choice.”
“Choice,” Rita spat. “You want me to choose between writing exactly what you tell me to and living in a dungeon as a vampire’s snack for the rest of my life.”
“Forty-five seconds,” Hermione called.
“I can’t get the juicy stories anymore, can’t expose the truth.”
“Forty,” Hermione said.
“You want me to be at your beckoned call like some horrible little lap dog, a little servant to do your dirty work for you.”
“Dirty is a matter of perspective,” Hermione said with a bored face. “Twenty-five.”
“And if I refuse, I have to be a vampire’s chew toy.”
“Don’t knock it until you try it,” Hermione said with a smirk. “Fifteen.”
“And if I make your little deal?”
Hermione’s face twisted into an evil grin worthy of Bellatrix. “Consider yourself thoroughly entrapped. Five.”
“If I fail?”
“Worse than death,” Hermione said with a vicious growl. “Choose.”
“F-f-fine,” Rita spat, her eyes locked on Snape’s bared teeth as he crossed the room.
“An unbreakable vow, if you please,” Snape drawled. “On your knees, witch, arm out.”
Rita obeyed, albeit very begrudgingly. Hermione didn’t give a damn about the bug’s feelings. She’d brought this on herself. It was time to dole out the consequences. Hermione didn’t bother to hide her disgusted sneer when Rita’s nails wrapped around her forearm. She’d rather kiss Gwarp. But this was necessary, if only to keep Rita’s damned mouth shut. Draco held out his wand and cleared his throat, staring at Snape the whole time for guidance. Snape merely nodded his head.
Draco nodded. “Do you, Rita Skeeter, agree to keep any and all interactions, knowledge, and speculations about Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, and Severus Snape completely silent, including refraining from writing them down and placing memories in a pensive? This includes writing articles, whether slanderous or true at a third party’s request, about them or any of their acquaintances without their express permission and final proofreading privileges on any printed item.”
Rita scowled and her fingers tightened on Hermione’s arm. “I do,” she snarled.”
Draco smirked and tapped her wrist, a golden tendril escaping and trailing around the two entwined arms. “And do you, Rita Skeeter, agree to do the bidding of Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, and Severus Snape, without any retaliation on their persons, possessions, or acquaintances, regardless of personal objections, practicality, morality, or legality while maintaining complete secrecy, both written and spoken, including magical means of communication not limited to pensieves, veritiserum, and legilimency, on pain of death?”
Rita’s face went black and she bared her teeth. “I do.”
Draco tapped her wrist again, another tendril wrapping with the first and brightening. “And do you, Rita Skeeter, agree to never use your animagus form for any reason other than doing the aforementioned bidding of Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, or Severus Snape? This encompasses any sort of retaliation, forbidden eavesdropping, spying, and sneaking around with any acquaintance that might be mentioned by those three parties at any time.”
Hermione was certain Rita was about to back out. She was certainly shaking like a leaf and her nails threatened to draw blood. But the reporter blew out a slow breath and glared at Draco.
“I do.”
Draco smirked again and tapped her wrist, summoning a third tendril that wove itself into the existing magic and tightened itself like a vice. “As this bonding is occurring with a person who is bound by a slave contract, this must be approved by their Master. Severus Snape, what say you?”
Snape stepped forward and tapped Rita’s wrist three times. “So it was spoken, so it was promised, so mote it be.”
“So mote it be,” Hermione, Draco, and a resenting Rita Skeeter repeated.
“It is done,” Snape said softly and the tendrils sank into the women’s skin.
“Hermione, are you alright?” Snape asked as soon as the magic dissipated.
Hermione wrenched her arm away from Rita and stood, hissing at the residual pain from her punishment. “Never better, Master.”
Snape nodded. “Let us bid Ms. Skeeter farewell. We have much more to do tonight.”
“Yes, Master,” Draco and Hermione said softly before obediently heading to the door.
Snape turned to Rita, who was busily rubbing her arm and trying to find her wand. He threw her wand across the room and pinned her to the nearest wall. “In addition to the unbreakable vow which will surely kill you, I have another little gift for you.”
Hermione buried her head in Draco’s chest when Snape sank his teeth into Rita’s neck. The reporter screamed in pain as the vampire suckled from her. Logically, Hermione knew that this wasn’t a sexual bite but it still hurt to see him taking his pleasure from another. She felt Draco’s cheek rest on her head, also turned away from the sight. They stayed that way until the screaming died down and gave way to a pitiful whimper.
“You may look now,” Snape said quietly.
They reluctantly looked up to see Rita crumpled in a heap on the floor. Her neck was bent at an odd angle and blood slowly trickled down two puncture holes near her collarbone, staining the white blouse she wore.
“She felt absolutely no pleasure from that,” Snape reassured them as he carelessly scooted her body away from him and strolled across the floor. “But she has been permanently marked. Her mark will work much like yours, though she won’t feel any pleasure from it. That was a true servant bite. Should she so much as think of rebelling, she’ll be crippled with pain. I just couldn’t take the risk.”
They nodded and meekly followed him out of the house. They remained silent as he put the wards back up and led them down the street. He drew them both into his arms and stepped into the abyss, appearing in a back alley somewhere in London. Strains of heavy metal muggle music filled the air. Snape released them and motioned for them to follow, which they did silently.
Hermione wasn’t sure it was jealousy or shock that she felt more. She supposed it was partial punishment for them, to see their Master with his lips on another person. She wouldn’t have cared if it were almost anyone else. But Skeeter didn’t deserve such a prize. The shock was because Snape had told them that he didn’t like enslaving anyone against their will. She cared little about Skeeter and though she searched for some little ounce of sympathy, there was none. But it was humbling to see what kind of power Snape wielded, and refrained from using on them.
Snape stopped in front of a familiar tattoo parlor and turned to survey his pets, sighing and drawing them close. “I would never do that to either of you. You know this.”
“It’s just… a shock,” Draco said, his brows crinkling with confusion. “I… why didn’t you just take us like that though?”
“Which is a more desirable picture, to have two of the most powerful people on the planet bow at your feet and willingly pledge their lives to you, or taking it and knowing that their hearts were never truly in it? Would you rather someone devote themselves to you because they wanted it with every fiber of their being or because you’ve taken all their choices away when they were at the biggest disadvantage?”
“The first,” Draco whispered.
“Precisely,” Snape said softly. “Now, for the next part of your reward.”
“Next?” Hermione asked hoarsely.
Snape’s lip twitched. “Surely you didn’t think that was all?”
“What next?” Draco asked with a frown.
“You mentioned tattoos that would commemorate your accomplishments. I find myself in agreement. Therefore….” He held his arm out towards the tattoo parlor.
“Wicked,” Draco and Hermione breathed and headed in.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
“How does it look?” Hermione asked, hitching her skirt higher so Snape and Draco could study the copper vipertooth that coiled on her hip.
“Beautiful,” Snape breathed, his fingers brushing the skin underneath the dragon.
“It’s perfect,” Draco said with a smile. “Just like I knew it would be.”
“Let’s see yours then,” Hermione said, motioning to Draco’s stomach.
He lifted his t-shirt and bent back a little, stretching the small horntail over his abdomen. The level of detail was amazing.
“Very manly,” she said with a grin.
“Quite,” Snape said before paying for the tattoos and ushering them outside. He led them into another alley. “But the question remains. Do you want them charmed?”
“They’d have to heal first, wouldn’t they?” Draco asked.
Snape waved his wand and cast a slight healing charm on them. “Done.”
Draco chuckled. “I want its leg to stomp when I touch it and I think Granger’s should snap.”
“That’s morbid,” Hermione chided.
Draco shrugged. “They’re commemorative, right?”
“Quite right,” Snape said. He knelt and did some intricate charms, making the dragons bend to his will.
“They’re perfect,” Draco whispered.
“Now, for one more reward,” Snape said quietly as he stood and led them out of the alley.
They resisted the urge to ask, instead quietly following him through the night. The music was the first thing they noticed, the dark tone and heavy guitar. Then the smell assaulted them. Smoke, both cigarette and drugs. It couldn’t be.
“You’ve earned it,” Snape whispered as he stopped right outside their favorite club. He pierced his thumbs with his fangs and held them to their mouths so they could lick them. “Go dance for me. Show me how beautiful you are.”
Draco wasted no time, pressing a fierce kiss to Snape’s lips before grabbing Hermione and rushing into the club.

AN: How about them apples? To the poster that mentioned Rita being a beetle, the answer is yes, she is a beetle. But cockroach is much more demeaning. *evil grin* As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. Makes the long hours go quicker. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Things have cooled down on the health front, but it looks like I'll be taking a second job soon. I'll try my best to update at least once a week though so don't give up on me! Until next time... love you guys!
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