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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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Hermione swung around and moved her hips to the fast heavy beat, enjoying the way Draco matched her move for move as they gyrated together. She couldn’t remember what day it was or what time or even why she was at the club. She vaguely remembered the taste of sweat and excitement, spicy and salty. She knew that she’d probably fucked Draco and Snape a dozen times since they’d been there, though she couldn’t recall if there had been an audience for it. She wasn’t really sure if they had gone home or not during some of that either. But she did know that she’d drank more than her share, gotten higher than she’d ever been, and could smell color. It was amazing.
Snape stepped up behind her and enveloped her in his arms, caressing her body as they danced. She was practically trembling from his presence. Draco scooted closer, mimicking the vampire’s movements and driving her out of her mind. Then they traded spots, Draco becoming the one to caress and grind against. She’d never felt more relaxed in her life. The world had melted away and all that was left was touch and taste and sound, flashes of sight, and the wonderful feeling of being wanted and welcome. This was truly the best reward ever.
“It’s almost time to get you two back to school,” Snape drawled as he dragged them to the bathroom.
“Do we have to?” Draco whined, rubbing a trembling hand down Snape’s chest as the vampire turned to face them after locking the door.
Snape growled and licked Draco’s neck. “I’m afraid so. It is Sunday night, after all. You need your sleep and more time to study for the basilisk.”
“Sunday?” Hermione asked with a frown. “But we haven’t been here that long.”
Snape chuckled and licked her neck then. “We’ve been here, left, and come back again my pet. It’s time to get back to the real world.”
“I don’t want to,” she said with a pout that ended in a gasp as she was lifted against a warm body.
She hadn’t noticed Draco flipping her skirt up and dragging his arms around her, but now that she was in the air, Snape grabbed her legs and pulled them around him. She instinctively locked her ankles around him and moaned when two cocks started rubbing her nether regions. Colors and sound swirled in the air as they each slid inside her.
“Fuck,” Draco groaned. “Can we just drop out of school?”
Snape chuckled and gave a sharp thrust. “You need your NEWTs before you can become potion masters. Remember the plan?”
“Fuck the plan,” Draco hissed, thrusting and making Hermione see stars. “Let’s do this forever.”
Snape hummed. “We could. But you want more than that, don’t you?”
Draco sighed and then growled and bucked is hips. “Yes.”
“Then come for me, my pets,” Snape purred.
Hermione threw her head back and let the waves of pleasure crash over her. She was not looking forward to returning to Hogwarts, but she knew they couldn’t do this forever, no matter how much she wanted to.”
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Draco snickered as he tripped over a stone on the path from Hogsmeade.
“Clumsy as an ox,” Hermione clucked before she almost did a header over a fence.
“Do I need to give you both a sober up potion?” Snape drawled, drawing them both closer to him as they walked.
“No!” they shouted in horror. They hadn’t felt this good in months.
“Then be quiet and act right,” Snape growled.
“Why didn’t you just step us inside?” Draco mumbled, thoroughly chastised.
“Because you both needed the exercise,” Snape said quietly. “And the night air will help sober you up.”
“And you might get a few extra minutes to spend with us,” Hermione said dreamily as a swirl of pleasure enveloped her. Snape was really good at that.
Snape chuckled. “Perhaps.”
Draco sighed and shook his head. “I’m not looking forward to this.”
Snape nodded. “You must remain clear headed until you dispatch the basilisk. I’m already regretting allowing you two to take it on. Don’t make me regret it for the rest of my impossibly long un-life.”
“You regret the dragons?” Hermione asked quietly.
Snape sighed. “I regret that either of you had to come to harm for something I should have been able to do. What good is being a vampire when you can’t do the things you need?”
“I thought that was why you procured slaves,” Draco said lightly as he trekked down the rocky path.
“Partly,” Snape said sourly. “Now quiet down or I shall step you into Hogwarts and leave without another word.”
They were silent as they walked, each minute taking them further and further into sobriety and the oppressing atmosphere of the castle they had once thought of as a home away from home. It was strange how much had changed. Social expectations were a bitch.
“The Headmistress will want to examine you,” Snape said quietly as they reached the gates.
“She won’t find anything,” Draco said haughtily.
Snape chuckled darkly. “I shall hold you both to that.”
“You think we’ve somehow managed to forget how to hold glamours?” Hermione asked huffily.
Snape raised a brow. “You better not have.”
“It would be easier if I didn’t feel every mark,” Draco muttered under his breath.
“I am not removing them,” Snape growled.
“I’m not asking you to,” Draco snapped. “Just something to take the edge off. This walk hasn’t helped.”
Snape hummed and pierced his thumb with this fangs, giving them each a small drop of his blood. “You won’t get any more for a week.”
The gate swung open and they walked through, each step giving way to another new sensation. They could see the swirls of magic in the air and almost hear the wards.
“Hogwarts tastes like sulfur and sugar cookies,” Hermione said with a wrinkled nose.
Snape laughed and ushered them inside. “Come on. And try to at least act like you’re not tripping.”
“What time is it?” Hermione whispered as they trekked through the halls.
They were completely empty save a few ghosts and a sleepy portrait grumbling in the wand light. It had been dusk at Hogsmeade, or so she thought. Now it seemed brighter for some reason.
“It’s well past midnight,” Snape said softly.
“It doesn’t look that late,” Draco said quietly.
“The blood must be working,” Snape said quietly. “You’ll start seeing better in the dark, perhaps hearing better. I want you both to take up physical exercise, especially if you’re going to chase after dragons and overly large snakes. Even that will get marginally easier.”
“What else will the blood do?” Draco asked as they neared the headmistress’s office.
“We’ll just have to see,” Snape said, muttering something under his breath. “Hoods up.”
The stone gargoyle sprung to life, moving out of the way so they could trek up the stairs. They did as they were told, drawing their hoods up as they got closer. They weren’t sure why Snape had ordered it, but he had a reason. He seemed to have a reason for everything. That was revealed as they stepped inside and saw Lucius pacing and muttering in front of the office.
“You might as well go home, Lucius,” McGonagall said gruffly as the door opened to admit her.
“It’s well past curfew,” Lucius seethed. “Where is the boy?”
“He’s hardly a boy anymore,” McGonagall said, her eyes landing on the three cloaked figures. “Ah, your back. I assume I get to inspect them?”
Snape ducked his head in a nod and motioned for them to enter, brushing past Lucius at a brisk pace. Lucius looked about ready to explode as they slammed the door in his face. McGonagall promptly locked and warded the door before motioning for them to take their cloaks off.
“I’ve put up a privacy ward as well,” McGonagall said, sighing and taking her seat behind the desk. “He can’t hear a thing.”
“Has he been here all bloody weekend?” Draco growled as he removed his cloak.
“No,” McGonagall said softly. “He just arrived before curfew tonight insisting on seeing you. I told him you had until class tomorrow to show up but he won’t take no for an answer.”
Draco paled a little and leaned against Snape, who ran a soothing hand down his back. “He’ll not touch you, pet.”
McGonagall pursed her lips and stared at Draco for a while. “How long, Mr. Malfoy?”
Draco frowned and cocked is head. “Beg pardon?”
“How long has Lucius been abusing you?”
Draco scowled and spun, glaring at the door. Hermione sighed and took her cloak off, spinning so McGonagall could get a good look at her. When the headmistress nodded, Hermione immediately walked over to Draco and kissed him for all he was worth, trying not to get caught up in the taste of candy floss and the feel of velvet and satin. Draco always felt like satin and Snape, the finest velvet she could imagine. The vampire’s hands caressed them gently as they made out.
“I believe you should leave that to me, Minerva,” Snape murmured as he watched Hermione desperately try to drag Draco from the depths of hatred and torment.
“Had I known…”
“You wouldn’t have been able to prove anything,” Snape snarled. “Don’t you think I tried?”
McGonagall sighed. “What will you do, Severus?”
“Unfortunately, I can’t kill him,” Snape growled. “But I won’t be able to stop an eventual confrontation.”
“And then?”
“What is the one thing Lucius Malfoy craves more than anything else in the world?”
McGonagall sniffed. “Power.”
“Precisely,” Snape purred. “If everything works out as I hope, Draco and Hermione will have it in spades. And he’ll be left in ruin.”
“You plan to expose him for what he is?” McGonagall asked in shock.
Snape chuckled darkly as Hermione pressed Draco against the door and started rubbing her whole body against him. “He’s going to be doing that himself, Minerva. Only, he’ll do it when I’m good and ready for him. Until then, do you think you could keep him at bay?”
“Of course,” McGonagall said with some steel. “That old bastard won’t get near them.”
“Glad we agree,” Snape murmured. “Now, are you satisfied that they are in one piece? I do hate to interrupt them, but I doubt you want to see what comes next.”
“Of course,” McGonagall said hoarsely. “You can floo to their rooms from here.”
Snape nodded and pulled Hermione away. Her head spun as she studied Draco’s eyes. They were dilated and he was panting heavily. She knew she’d felt a begrudging erection despite the many times he’d spent himself today alone. She nodded, satisfied that Draco had been pulled from the dark place McGonagall’s question had sent him. She’d have to keep an eye on him. Worries of Lucius on top of the problem of fulfilling the contract with Robert might send him spinning off into the deep. She was thankful again for Snape. He’d help her keep Draco from doing something stupid. She allowed Snape to push her through the floo and waited patiently.
“You seem to be building a quick tolerance to my blood,” Snape said as soon as he stepped through behind Draco.
“What do you mean?” Draco asked, his eyelids sliding down slowly.
“You shouldn’t have been able to tense up at McGonagall’s question.”
Draco sniffed. “I haven’t found a drug yet that would keep me from tensing when anyone mentions… that.”
Snape hummed and pushed Draco toward the middle of the room. “Then allow me to replace those memories with more pleasant ones.”
Hermione watched with glee as Snape quickly undressed Draco and pushed him to his knees. Snape was naked a moment later, preparing Draco for a quick reminder of why he had chosen Snape as his Master. Draco groaned and shivered as Snape entered in one smooth thrust. Hermione immediately pressed her legs together, the sight making her pussy clench.
“Hermione,” Snape growled. “On your back.”
She didn’t have to ask what Snape meant. She immediately stripped and shimmied in between Draco’s arms, sliding down so her face was even with his bobbing cock. She took him in her mouth a moment later, her hands coming up to massage his balls as Snape pounded him from behind. Draco let out a snarl and yanked her legs open, immediately burying his head in between her legs. She squealed as he attacked her cunt, tonging her opening and sucking and nuzzling her clit in turn. It didn’t take them long to hit a mutual peak, Draco spilling himself with a groan as Hermione bucked into her completion. Snape snarled praises until the room spun and grew dark.

AN: I think I'm going to have to do another prompt for my muse so I can get out of this writing funk. :( Hope this chapter is okay. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. They brighten my days. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time, love you guys!
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