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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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“So you’ve set the Weasley twins on the task of allowing you both vision while hunting basilisks.”
“Yes, Master,” Hermione said softly, eyes trained on the floor as she knelt in front of him and beside Draco. “It was the only way we could think of hunting where we wouldn’t risk death.”
“And the business arrangement you made afterwards?”
“It seems like a sound business arrangement, Master,” Draco cut in. “The Weasley twins have been doing quite well for themselves since they dropped out of school. They’ve taken the money Potter gave them from the Tri-Wizard tournament and funded research and development as well as secured their business. Since then, they’ve made that back a hundred times over. I’d say that they have good business sense. Besides, if anyone is up for the challenge, they are.”
Snape hummed. “And this arrangement would include…”
“Research and developmental collaboration on our parts,” Hermione answered. “The twins started their Defense line in wake of the war. Now, they’ve become so successful in their small line that the Ministry is seeking a contract with them to outfit the Aurors and Unspeakables with new tools to use in the pursuit of criminals. Those tools include potions that could be used for both defensive and offensive purposes. I know you’ve developed several to that effect that you can’t patent now. Or couldn’t. Once we start the apothecary, we could patent them, allow the twins to market it, and we’d both reap the benefits with the Ministry none the wiser.”
“And you forget that we have a reporter in our back pocket,” Draco added. “Skeeter would be a great avenue to advertise the new line, raise awareness for the need for better protection of the enforcers in our world. She could probably even entice others to donate to the funding of research and development. Of course, we told them we had a silent partner that had to approve of all business transactions but they did agree to develop the basilisk glasses without the promise of more.”
Snape rubbed his chin in thought, staring at them for a long time before nodding. “Yes, I can see where such a partnership could reap great benefits. You have made me proud, my pets. You’re finally thinking like the brilliant students I knew you to be. Yes, I believe I will allow you to sign a contract with the twins. As much as I hate to admit it, they are brilliant in their own rights. Possibly the brightest of the Weasley bunch.”
“Bill is a curse breaker,” Hermione gasped. “And Percy… well, he was Head Boy.”
“Percival was a sniveling little wretch until the very end, too busy kissing arse to think for himself until it was too late. And William might be brilliant at his craft, but not exactly bright. The twins have demonstrated both the determination and ambition to succeed where as William settled for his lot. He’s exceedingly talented at what he does but he is not motivated enough to want more. And how much do we want?”
“We want it all,” Draco whispered.
“Precisely,” Snape purred. He stood and placed a hand on each of their heads. “You have pleased me in this, my pets. But you still caused me great distress. Not only did you skip your classes, ones which will allow you to sit your NEWTS, you neglected to tell me you were leaving. I realize that you weren’t aware your new necklaces had the same capabilities as the old ones, but that is no excuse not to owl. You had plenty of chances to let me know where you were. Therefore… punishment.”
“But, Master!” Hermione gasped. “We just had punishment!”
“Which is why it distresses me that you’ve broken such a fundamental rule so quickly afterwards,” Snape said softly, motioning them to follow him into the bedroom. “When your last punishment was over, I released you from all punishments, including staying clean. In fact, I believe I even facilitated your decent into a drug induced stupor. Did I not?”
“Yes, Master,” they said in unison.
“But my hard rules haven’t changed. I wish to know if you leave Hogwarts for any reason. I know that you had plenty of time to go to the owlery before you left. I also know that the Weasley twins have an owl in their possession that they would have been more than happy to lend to you. And finally, the joke shop is not more than a block away from the public owlery. So, tell me again, why couldn’t you have used them?”
Silence. There really was no way to explain it except that they’d completely forgotten, which was unforgivable. They’d been talking about their partnership the entire time. It wasn’t like they didn’t know that Snape was their Master. They had been more excited at the prospects than following the rules. Damn it. They did deserve this.
“Exactly,” Snape growled. “I want you to stand in opposite corners, feet shoulder width apart, hands behind your backs.”
They gulped and took up opposite corners of the bedroom. Snape came behind them each to tie their hands together. Then he blindfolded each of them and checked to make sure they couldn’t see anything. He needn’t worry. The blindfolds completely blocked the dim lighting of the room. Next was a ball gag with a breathing hole. The strap was soft enough but it made the punishment even more uncomfortable.
“Now, you will both stand here until I say otherwise. There will be no attempts to speak or move. Since you ignored my rules, I’m going to show you how I felt. Any violation of these rules will earn you an even harsher punishment. Should you absolutely hit your limit, stomp three times. And I’ll know if you truly hit it, so no attempting to fool me. Punishment starts now.”
Hermione was pretty sure that this punishment was worse than any beating she could have received. At least when she was getting whipped, she knew that her Master was being attentive. Now it seemed as though he’d left and lost interest. It hurt more than she wanted to admit. And she didn’t even have Draco there for comfort, which was probably the biggest part of the punishment. The previous one had been bearable because Draco had been there for moral support the entire time. Now he was across the room but he might as well be across the world. He couldn’t speak or move and neither could she. She was utterly alone.
The thought of being alone warranted all sorts of unwanted images to pass through her brain. That was one of the reasons she’d decided to settle for Ron in the first place. Besides everyone’s expectations, Ron had been something steady in her life, perhaps the only person besides Harry who was and had been for years. Her parents did love her but they couldn’t understand her and had grown chilly after the war. Some of her friends had died. Her muggle friends had all drifted away when she went to Hogwarts. Seeing the aftermath of war and how quickly life could truly be over, it had struck a fear so deep in her that she couldn’t seem to recover.
Draco had filled some of that. She didn’t truly want to die, but living had become almost painful. And she couldn’t stand to suffer alone. Draco had helped her suffer it. Then Snape stepped in and gave her a purpose again. He cared about her to some extent and took care of her. She still had Draco. She had a future. And most importantly, she wasn’t alone. She didn’t think anyone understood exactly how she felt after the war, as irrational as that thought was. Harry was relieved. Ron was grieving. Hell, everyone was grieving. But she’d lost something that she couldn’t explain.
She couldn’t stand the silence anymore. It was what she’d rebelled against since the war. Long silent nights spent trekking for miles with Harry came to mind. And the silence of Grimmauld in between planning sessions ate at her. The silence that descended every time they lost someone important. They all brought failures. She hadn’t remembered about Sirius’s mirror and she didn’t stop Harry from going to the Department of Ministries to get him. She had broken Harry’s wand during the attack by Nagini. Most recently, she’d broken her concentration enough to almost kill Draco. She’d failed so many times, and every single time was followed by such a silence that it affected her even now.
Tears cascaded down her cheeks as punishment wore on. Why was she such a failure? It was a simple thing, really. She could have dropped Snape a line at any time. The twins wouldn’t have minded her cutting out for just a few moments. Slavery had seemed so easy when she’d first accepted it. Now she wondered why Snape would want such an awful slave.
“I think you’ve learned your lesson,” Snape murmured softly in her ear.
He removed the ball gag first, allowing her to sob freely. She didn’t even open her eyes when he removed the blindfold. She didn’t want to see his face, or for him to see hers for that matter. She didn’t even move when he untied her hands and disappeared for a minute. It was when he literally carried her to the bed that her senses started coming back to her. Draco was sitting on the other side of Snape and he was crying as well.
“I hope you both realize that this was agony for me as well,” Snape said quietly. “And that is how I felt when I didn’t hear back from you.”
“Back?” Draco asked in a small voice.
“I asked through your necklaces where you were and I didn’t get a response. So I sent reminders through your marks, hoping you would respond.”
“But the necklace never got warm,” Hermione said softly.
“Mine did,” Draco said, bowing his head in disgust. “But it was when we sat down by the fireplace. I thought it might have been charmed to heat the entire body at once. I… wasn’t thinking.”
“Neither of you were,” Snape said quietly. “So different and yet so similar. During punishment, Draco’s thoughts centered on me being a firm but kind Master, one he will lose due to his failures with the Ministry. The silence reminded him of how it will be when he is a toy for others. Your deadline hasn’t yet passed, my pet. And we have Skeeter now to help you further your cause.”
Draco took a shuddering breath, his eyes searching out his Master’s. They looked hollow and haunted and it made Hermione flinch to see them. Draco always looked like that after thinking about his father. She supposed being a toy wouldn’t be much different, a plaything, an object. She shuddered and snuggled closer to her Master, her mind whirring with ideas to help Draco out. Snape leaned down and kissed Draco until that look disappeared, replaced with one of peace.
“And you,” Snape said, turning to her and making her shrink in on herself. “During punishment, you were reminded of being alone. Even surrounded by people, you’ve felt alone. It is a notion I am familiar with. But all of those failures you came up with couldn’t have been avoided. Potter is a strong willed idiot sometimes, unable to think before he acts. There is nothing that you, as strong as you are, could have done to convince him otherwise. Even your other friends tried and Potter would not be deterred. It was better to have gone along and offered what protection you could. As far as the dragons go, I think you both did a superb job. Not many would come back alive after such a task. And you have me now. As your Master, I would never leave you along permanently. It’s part of the slavery package, I’m afraid.”
Hermione heaved a sigh of relief at the words. Logically, she knew that but it was nice to hear it just the same. Snape leaned down and kissed her. His lips were soft against hers, comforting, so different from the hard press he normally gave. There were no teeth, just a subtle warmth between them. It was exactly what she needed.
“Now, my pets. Let’s get you home and then you may have a reward for making a new contact.”
He helped them off the bed and stepped forward, landing in Draco’s room. No matter how many times he did that, it was disorienting. He stayed still a moment to give them time to gather their bearings before ushering them to the bed.
“I fear that I may be encouraging you to become addicts,” he said softly as he pierced his thumb and lowered it to each of them. “But I can’t wait for you to gain the effects consuming my blood will have on you. So I am going back on my word, something I don’t often do. Have you started physical exercise?”
“Yes, Master,” they answered in unison, eyelids drooping as the fuzzy sensation between sinking and flying took them over.
“Good,” Snape purred, quickly stripping all three of them with a quick snap of his wand. “I want you to enjoy this, my pets. I must start the healing potions for St. Mungo’s tomorrow and I will be unable to stop for any sort of meeting with you. However, my rule still stands. You let me know when you are away from Hogwarts. And, I want to know if Lucius should happen to break through the fear of suggestion and come calling. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
Snape decided that it was past time to talk. He leaned down and pulled them together for the most delicious three-way kiss. Somehow, anise and candy floss combined together to make a heady cocktail that Hermione couldn’t get enough of. Hands caressed, though whose hands was an unknown factor. It didn’t matter. They tweaked and pulled at her nipples and kneaded her breasts and caressed her thighs. A finger slid through the moisture gathered between her legs. She grabbed desperately, coming across nipples, hard planes of chest, defined abdomens, powerful thighs, and finally, rigid cocks. She did some teasing and caressing of her own, eliciting moans and growls and bucking hips.
Time spun and stood still. The smell of magic electrified her senses. Someone’s hair slid across her stomach in the most delicious way. There was a tongue at her entrance, doing wicking things to her clit. A cock slipped free from her hand, only to find its way to her mouth. It was Draco’s. She could tell from the taste and the feel, though her eyes wouldn’t focus. They were filled with the flickering yellow and orange of the torches on the walls mixed with the black of night and the alabaster skin of the men she was with. Features wouldn’t come though, and she hardly cared. She hadn’t been this high in a while and she missed it ever so much.
The tongue at her entrance grew a finger that inched inside her, caressing her walls in just the perfect spot before it was joined by another. She felt the itchy buildup, the clench of muscles tensing for climax, the sharp pleasure that pooled in her stomach and crept up her spine. The cock in her mouth was moving erratically now, pulsing and twitching in anticipation. They were waiting for something, anything, but what?
“Come, my pets.”
The order had her rocketing off into oblivion, nearly choking as cum flooded her mouth. She swallowed reflexively but it spilled over her lips and down her chin where another tongue helped her clean it up. The finger that had given her so much disappeared, replaced moments later with a cock, a glorious thick one. There was another prodding her backside and a tingling of a spell that created a warm slick sensation. And then she was filled to the brim and leaning back on a hard chest. Another spell was murmured and a cry of elation sounded from underneath her. She squinted her eyes and looked between her legs to see a groin with two cocks on it.
“Wha sat?” she slurred.
Snape’s dark chuckle filled her senses and sent her stomach into a summersault. “I perfected this spell only a few days ago. I hope you like it.”
“Gods, Merlin, yes,” Draco moaned.
So she was lying on Draco and they both were filled to the brim with their Master’s cock…cocks. She wondered how the spell worked but her thoughts were shattered after the first thrust. Their Master worked them mercilessly but not roughly. It was gentle but had just enough force that she didn’t even wonder about the tenderness of it all. Time shattered and her climax snuck up on her, sending her off into darkness.
Light brought her back and she opened her eyes, only to notice that the room was a kaleidoscope of colors and taste. She was still there, filled with her Master and her… friend. Yes. Draco was a friend. She could give him that designation. Her addled mind even welcomed it. He was more than a partner, more than a fuck buddy. He was a friend. She could live with that. Another label.
A sudden thrust scattered her thoughts and she was back in a world of pleasure and sensation. Hands toyed with her nipples. They caressed her stomach. They tweaked her clit. Pleasure shot through her spine and made her tingling toes curl in pleasure.
“That’s it,” Snape praised. “Come again for me, my pets. Come and reach oblivion.”
She could do nothing but obey, letting the pleasure soar and take her away.

AN: This fic is running away from me. I'm seriously wondering how I'm ever going to wrap this one up because there is soooo much I could do with it. I suppose there are worse thing to growl about, but it's bugging me. Grr. Anyway, as always, thanks to everyone for reviewing. It helps my poor bruised ego. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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