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Junkies	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 134126 -:- 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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Draco growled in frustration and threw his book across the room. The binding broke as it hit the wall and parchment flew everywhere, fluttering to the floor like a blizzard. He picked up the ruined book and threw it again, making the covers split from the spine. He threw a hand full of quills and a bottle of ink next. The echoes of glass shattering filled the room, countering the crinkling of the papers and the dull ripping sound of the cover tearing.
“Was that entirely necessary?” Hermione asked softly.
He growled again and raked his hands through is unbound hair. “Yes!”
She sighed and shook her head sadly before waving her wand and cleaning up the mess. “If Madam Pince knew, she’d have your head on a platter.”
“You really care about a fucking book?”
“I do if it will keep my arse alive,” she grumbled, rifling through the pages to make sure they’d assembled themselves in order. “This is the only useful book we’ve found.”
“Really?” He huffed. “Read page six hundred and seven, paragraph twelve, sentence three.”
She frowned and turned to that page. “The only way to kill a basilisk is by piercing its brain with a sword of only the finest goblin made silver. Well, that’s not hard difficult. The Sword of Gryffindor killed Slytherin’s basilisk.”
“And where is the bloody thing now?”
She grimaced. “The Ministry. They put it there on display as a reminder.”
“Goblin made silver swords are impossible to come by, Granger. Even for Malfoys.”
“Is there another one?”
He shrugged. “Maybe five in the whole world in wizard possession. Goblins are greedy, covetous little bastards. They’ve stolen them back as soon as they’ve located them. The only reason Longbottom was able to pull the bloody thing out of that hat was because of Gryffindor’s enchantment. None of the others would have such a thing and all are deep underground somewhere with more wards than you could break in a month.”
“Breaking into the Ministry isn’t that difficult,” she said after a long silence.
He smirked. “No, I suppose not. Even a weasel can do it.”
She wrinkled her nose and sniffed. “My point is that we can grab the sword, slay the beast, and put it back before anyone is the wiser.”
“Not during the middle of the bloody day,” he said softly.
Her smile was slow to come but it was unstoppable. “I know where the fake is.”
He nodded, his lip quirked. “Well, that’s one problem down. We still haven’t come up with a way to see the blasted thing without dying.”
“You only die if you look at its eyes.”
He rolled his eyes. “And you get petrified if you see them out of a mirror. Yes, Granger, we’ve gone over this. The problem is that we have to look to make sure we’re actually attacking the snake and not the kitchen table or an unfortunate trunk. Even if we only look through mirrors, there is a chance we’d both be petrified.”
She pursed her lips in thought, running her finger over them each time she struck down another possibility. He studied her as she thought and she almost smiled at the way he licked his lips. He was horny and he did love her lips. But that would have to wait. She had an idea.
“We’ll have to take seeing in turns. One leads with the mirrors, the other stands by with the mandrake juice to revive them should they fall.”
He cleared his throat and shifted his cock to keep it from binding up in the cloth of his trousers. “And how long does it take to recover from being petrified?”
She frowned. “Several hours.”
He nodded. “And by then…”
She huffed. “Fine. Bad idea. But you haven’t offered anything better.”
“That’s because I don’t have anything better. You can’t just go down to the local goods shop and order a pair of basilisk glasses.”
Her jaw hung open so long that he actually walked over and shut it for her. “Did your brain short circuit?”
“No,” she breathed. “That’s brilliant, Malfoy! I know just the place to get them.”
“Get what?”
“Basilisk glasses!”
“Ooooh kaaay. I think you’ve dropped just a little too much acid.”
“No! I haven’t gotten high all day. Come on. There’s no time to spare.”
She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the Room of Requirement and down stairs. “Were exactly are you dragging me on a Monday afternoon. We’re supposed to be skipping class, remember?”
“Just Arithmancy,” she said, blowing the question off.
“Damn, that blood really fucked with your mind, didn’t it?”
She chuckled and pushed open the front door. “I’m a month ahead of everyone else. I can afford to skip one class. And you, mister ‘I’ve already completed the work until graduation,’ better not give me any guff.”
He snickered and jogged along beside her. “Anyone ever tell you that you’re a pushy bitch.”
“No,” she said forlornly. “No one has ever whispered such sweet words into my ear.”
He rolled his eyes and bumped shoulders with her as they disappeared into town.
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“We’re so going to get it,” Draco whispered as they snuck back into Hogwarts. It was well after curfew.
“Worth it,” she whispered.
It had been. They’d have the glasses by the weekend. She hoped. It was a tall order but she was confident that the twins could take all of her and Draco’s research and create a pair of glasses that could shield the gaze of a basilisk. Besides… they owed her. She’d cast a dome spell over Fred just as the ceiling fell, preventing instant death so he owed her. He still lost a leg but he was alive, which George owed her for. She hated to call in the favor and had never intended to collect on the life debt, but this was literally life or death and a chance to permanently secure their future. Just the basilisk scales alone would be enough to fund the building of an apothecary, not to mention the potions they could make with the parts.
“Master is furious,” Draco muttered, holding his groin as they tiptoed through the halls.
“Maybe he’ll be lenient when he learns why we left.”
“You hope.”
She winced as her mark flared again. It had been steadily going off since dinner, which they’d eaten with the twins while discussing their needs. They had been ecstatic when she’d told them a little about their plans for the future, enough to overlook the fact that she had partnered with Malfoy. They had even lightly discussed the possibly of contracting them for more difficult brews and consulting on their Defense line of products. It was a truly exciting proposition and she was eager to discuss it with their Master. She just hoped that he’d hear them out before he chained them to the nearest wall and whipped them until they couldn’t scream anymore.
“Where is he, Minerva?”
They stopped short of the eighth grade dorms, the shock of Lucius’s hissing request making dread pool in their stomachs. Hermione quickly pulled her wand and disillusioned them both, cursing herself for not remembering to when they’d first snuck in. There was no way they were going to face the bastard alone. She wasn’t sure she wouldn’t kill him and Azkaban wasn’t somewhere she’d like to stay.
“I told you, Mr. Malfoy,” McGonagall snapped. “I haven’t seen him since breakfast. I’m told he skipped classes today and claimed to be sick.”
“How do you just lose a child?” Lucius spat.
“He’s an adult!” McGonagall all but screeched. “You seem to forget that the boy you raised has become a man, during a war no less. He’s fought hard to make something of himself this year. If he’s left, I am positive that it was for a very good reason. Now please, leave now before I call the Aurors.”
“He’s still my son!”
“Unfortunately,” McGonagall growled.
“Excuse me,” Lucius hissed, narrowing his eyes.
Hermione felt him stiffen beside her and instinctively clutched his arm to keep him from doing something that he’d regret later. Well, something he couldn’t get off for when the trial came. Despite her death grip, he managed to flick his wand. Nothing happened.
“It’s a privacy ward,” Draco murmured. “I have to face him sometime. I can’t let Master fight my battles for me. I have to stop being such a fucking pussy and deal with the bastard that fathered me.”
“But Draco,” Hermione breathed, wincing when he jerked in her arm. “Please. At least wait for Master.”
“You’re worried that I can’t handle him,” he said flatly.
“No! I’m worried you’ll kill him and be locked away forever because of it.”
He sighed and pulled her into his arms. “Would you miss me?”
“I… I think I would,” she admitted, burying her head in his chest so she wouldn’t have to face the truth.
“And that’s why I have to deal with him. He’s already stolen too much from me. My pride, my dignity, my own fucking mother.”
She winced and tried to keep the image of a broken Narcissa out of her mind. She hadn’t believed it when Draco had described the state of Narcissa’s mind. So he snuck her over to a ballroom during the Christmas hols to observe her under a charm. The once cold and snooty woman with the calculating eyes was now a blank shell. She laughed dryly when appropriate and responded with a few meaningless words to inquiries, but her eyes were empty. She didn’t smile or smirk or frown or contemplate. She just… was. It was horrible. Even Draco wasn’t sure what Lucius had done to her, or if was something the war had done, but Narcissa Malfoy didn’t exist anymore.
“You don’t know it was Lucius.”
“I don’t know it wasn’t,” Draco growled, his fists clenching. “But before she broke, he was forever berating her for coddling me, even if it wasn’t coddling. ‘Don’t clean his lip, Cissy. The boy needs to learn to take responsibility for his own actions.’ ‘Don’t feed the boy, Cissy. He needs to learn where his next meal comes from.’ Well, I’ve had it, Hermione. And I’m going to do something about it.”
“Not alone,” she murmured, taking out her wand and making them visible again. She wouldn’t put it up until this confrontation was over.
Draco took down his ward and strode forward, allowing Hermione to keep her hand in the crook of his arm. Lucius caught sight of him a moment later, his eyes flaring in anger about the same time his wand came out.
“I wouldn’t, father,” Draco said darkly. “There are witnesses.”
Lucius sneered and put his wand down. “Where have you been?”
“Ill,” Draco said curtly. “Why are you here?”
“I wish to discuss that with you in private,” Lucius said coldly.
“Not happening,” Draco said, a slight growl in his voice.
Lucius’s face twisted in a frightening sneer. “I am your father and you will listen to me.”
“I’m an adult and I’ll do what I want,” Draco snapped. “And right now, I have a business proposition to discuss with someone. I’m rather late for it so if you’ll excuse me.”
“What do you think you’re doing?” Lucius growled when Draco turned to walk away.
“That’s what I want to know.”
Draco and Hermione came to a rigid stop at the sound of their Master’s voice. They didn’t dare move. The anger in his voice was palpable. He was livid and they were about to be punished. Again.
“Who are you?” Lucius growled.
“If you don’t already know, then you do not need to know,” Snape hissed, striding forward. “Now, you two, about face now.”
They spun as if they’d been strung on a string, nearly toppling over each other in their haste to obey. Snape was wearing his cloak over his face. It was possible that Lucius hadn’t recognized his voice. It did have a strange ethereal tone to it now.
“You have three seconds to explain,” Snape murmured near their ears.
“Talked to the Weasley twins about a device to hunt the basilisk,” Hermione stammered as quickly as she could, trying to keep her voice as soft as possible.
“And then he showed up,” Draco snarled loudly enough for Lucius to hear.
“I see,” Snape said. “We’ll talk in a moment.”
They watched as their Master strode confidently over to Lucius and drew his hood back, eyes bright indigo as they locked to the cruel grey ones. Lucius never had a chance. His face went slack as Snape took control of his mind.
“Now, Lucius, you will go home. You will not come back to Hogwarts unless expressly invited. And if you do, you’ll find that you will have earned much more than a mere punishment. Go.”
Lucius blinked and then walked down the hall without another thought. No one dared breathe until he had disappeared out of sight.
“Will that command actually hold?” McGonagall asked.
“The suggestion will,” Snape said softly. “One he hits the front doors, he’ll have come out from under the trans. However, he’ll have such a sense of foreboding that he won’t turn back. The threats will eventually fade in his mind, though. I hope that it will hold until the end of the year when we are further along in our planning.””
McGonagall nodded and then cleared her throat. “I take it that you were not ill, Mr. Malfoy?”
Draco sighed. “No Headmistress. Granger and I were discussing a business opportunity with the Weasley twins. We were both so far ahead in our classes that we wouldn’t miss much if we skipped just one day.”
“You know you must be punished for that,” McGonagall said softly, making them cringe. “However, I believe I will mark your punishment down as a loss of twenty points each and allow your Master to take the reins on any further… discouragement from skipping your classes in the future.”
“Yes, Headmistress,” they said softly.
McGonagall fought down a smile. She nodded to Snape and walked away without another word.
Snape sighed. “Why did you not send word?”
“Sorry, Master,” Hermione all but whined. “We stayed with Fred and George most of the evening. We couldn’t very well take a break to send you a message.”
“A message via necklace would suffice.”
Draco frowned. “We didn’t know that. You switched our collars out, remember?”
Snape rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Well, come on. Let’s go home and talk.”

AN: Hope I shed some light on Narcissa's condition. First day of school is tomorrow and my baby will join his siblings for the first time. It's enough to knock your muse off her game. *sigh* As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I read them at my second job to stay awake. ;) Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys.
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