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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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“Hermione, look at me.”
Hermione refused Harry’s order, glaring at her food so fiercely that it should have turned to ash. She didn’t want yet another grill session with Harry. All she wanted was for dinner to disappear so she could go outside and run off some of anger flowing through her veins. That was the only way she’d keep from killing Daphne and Astoria Greengrass.
“Hermione, please.”
“Leave it, Potter,” Draco growled from behind her.
She tensed at his presence but forced herself to relax. She didn’t much care what people thought about them anymore. Lucius still sent daily howlers but he hadn’t been back since. They had Rita Skeeter in their back pockets. Graduation was coming up quickly. She and Draco were both so far ahead in their classes that they could take NEWTs now and pass. A few rumors would be child’s play.
“What the hell is going on?” Harry hissed.
“Private matters,” Draco said stiffly. “Granger, if you would.”
Hermione sprang up and followed Draco out the door without another word. She was practically trembling. He looked cool, calm, and completely bored but she knew him better than that. Anger practically radiated from his every pore. It wasn’t so much a visible thing as something she could sense with her magic. It stung it was so sharp.
“Please tell me you’re ready to run,” Draco murmured as they walked out the front doors.
“Until I drop,” she growled.
“Good. Let’s go.”
They shed their robes, transfigured their clothes into suitable running attire, and took off towards the quidditch pitch at a good pace. The first few runs had sucked but now they were starting to get the hang of it. The vampire blood seemed to be helping in that front as well. They didn’t get tired nearly as quickly as they would have before, especially since they hadn’t really done any cardio aside from all night fucking marathons.
Their steady footfalls as they trekked around the pitch were soothing. Hermione was finally able to calm down and channel her anger into something productive. She concentrated on her breathing and her thoughts scattered as the endorphins from physical activity flooded her veins. She was still angry, seething if she were being honest. How dare those stuck up bitches mess with her friend and partner. Gah, it made her angry all over again just to think about it and she picked up speed, running until her legs felt like jelly and her lungs seized in her chest. Draco kept up with her until they both nearly stumbled in exhaustion. He pulled her to a walk and held her hand as they continued moving to keep from cramping up. They were silent for a long while.
Hermione couldn’t stand it any longer. “How could you let them do that to you?”
Draco snorted. “I didn’t exactly let them, Granger. They took it upon themselves.”
“Right,” she snapped. “And you weren’t Slytherin enough to circumvent it?”
“More like I was too bloody busy hanging out in the fucking library with a bushy haired know-it-all Gryffindor to realize that they weren’t heeding my threats.”
She spun and stuck her finger in his chest. “Don’t you dare blame this all on me. I told you that you had to blackmail them.”
He batted her hand away with a scowl. “I thought I had. Their parents’ standing would be devastated if they knew all the dirt I had on them.”
“Then use it,” she snarled.
His face went black. “It wouldn’t be good for my reputation either.”
“Better you take a bit of a knock than to have to…” she broke off, unable to voice it.
“I know,” he whispered, pulling her into his chest. “Gods, the more I think about being a toy, the more I wish I could have gone back and slapped myself silly for even thinking of it.”
“It was the only way,” she said, her voice muffled by his sweaty shirt.
“I know,” he sighed. “I know. And now I have to deal with it. I just… how in the hell did those jumped up bitches get the nerve to try and make a play.”
“The howlers.”
They jumped and spun, wands at the ready and a curse at the tip of their tongues. Cardio wasn’t the only thing they’d worked on the past few days. Lavender looked like she was about to faint under the threat of attack.
“Easy young ones. She was telling the truth.”
They relaxed when they saw Ferdinand place his hands on Lavender’s shoulders. It wasn’t that strange to see the two out and about at night. Ferdinand seemed to bring Lavender out of her shell, if only at night. Since that was the best time for an uninterrupted run, they had run into the two often in the past few days. It was odd to have them break in on the conversation though.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Ferdinand continued. “But I couldn’t just stand aside and allow my child to lose his beloved pet.”
Draco snorted. “He’ll still have one. And I’m not beloved.”
Ferdinand raised one pale eyebrow. “So you say. Back to the task at hand. Please listen to my future child. She speaks the truth.”
“The howlers?” Hermione asked with a furrowed brow.
“I heard them,” Lavender whispered, her head down. “No one notices me anymore. They don’t even think to look. Before… I had to be very stealthy to hear gossip. Now I’m invisible.”
“I’d consider that a good thing,” Draco said softly. “Now you can go where you please and hear everything. I wish I could do the same.”
Lavender snorted at that. “I bet. No, it’s my hideous face. And I don’t even get the bonus of being a werewolf. No strength. No stealth. Just… just this ugly face and raspy voice and the sneers and jeers.”
“You’ve agreed to turn then?” Hermione asked.
Lavender sucked in a sharp breath and nodded. “I… I have.”
Hermione nodded. “But just so you know, Lavender, the turn won’t change anything but your appearance.”
“I know,” Lavender said quietly. “The looks of disgust will turn to looks of fear… but I won’t have to look at myself in the mirror anymore.”
“If you could do it over?” Hermione asked gently.
Lavender frowned and studied the ground. “I… I’d do it again. Greyback only got to me because I jumped in front of a little fourth year that was trying to escape. He was going to kill her. I couldn’t let that happen. And she lived, and Harry won… so it was worth it.”
“Then do you really need the turn?” Draco asked, ignoring the dark look Ferdinand gave him.
“I… I want it,” Lavender whispered. “I… I don’t think I’d want it if I wasn’t… this... but I am so it does no good to ask what if.”
“Just checking,” Draco said. “Now, about this howler…”
“Right. I heard those Greengrass twits giggling about them, how Lucius was about to write you out of the inheritance. They said something about it being the perfect time to put in a play for control of you, when you were in a bad enough position to not be able to blackmail them. They know what you’ve been trying to do in the Ministry, though they didn’t say exactly what. They thought that the best way to see you ruined for good was to make sure what you were trying to do didn’t happen.”
“Traitorous bitches,” Draco snarled, making Lavender jump back into Ferdinand’s arms.
“Might I ask what their problem is, young one?” Ferdinand asked.
Draco paced back and forth restlessly. “You remember the dragons?”
Ferdinand nodded. “Quite a large amount of damage you two took.”
Draco nodded. “Well, we had to gain access to them somehow. We both made deals. Granger’s is complete. Mine… is not. I agreed to pull strings and get one of the new pieces of dragon legislations passed. The Wisengamot meets in two weeks so I started pushing hard. The Greengrasses sit on council and they owe me. But they claimed neutrality. I threatened to expose their daughters for what they were.”
“And they are?”
“Evil incarnate,” Draco said. “Vicious slags who use their bodies and other… unsavory things… to get what they want. Grades, money, power, you name it, to the point of it being illegal and immoral even in the eyes of the staunchest pureblood supremacists. The only pureblood house with more power and influence before the war was the Malfoys. My mother warned me about them my first year, so I kept tabs on them. I even enjoyed the wares knowing that they wanted my name and all the money and power that came with it. They were furious when I didn’t give them what they wanted.”
“You fucked them after the war, right?” Hermione asked, her brow furrowed in thought.
He hummed and nodded. “I was trying to appease Lucius and they were there. I played them the way they were trying to play me. But make no mistake about it. They’ve been gunning for me for years.”
“Still,” Hermione said softly. “What they’ve done surpasses a simple play for power or even revenge.”
“Pray tell, what have they done?”
“Master!” Hermione and Draco gasped, spinning to face Snape who had appeared out of thin air.
Snape quirked an eyebrow. “Well?”
“Those bitches,” Hermione hissed. “They’ve gotten him by the bollocks.”
“They look relatively free to me,” Snape said, his eyes going to Draco’s crotch.
Draco cleared his throat. “They’ve made a triple play. One, they’ve started negotiations with Lucius to draw up a marriage contract. Their assisting that he use the blood of the head of the house to bind it.”
Snape’s jaw tightened, his nostrils flaring. “You are mine, blood, body, and soul. He has no claim on you whatsoever. Any negotiations will crumble upon the first drop of blood.”
“And they’ll reveal who I’m bound to,” Draco whispered, staring at the ground. “I’m not ashamed of you, Master. But we won’t have a future if this comes out.”
“I know, pet,” Snape said softly. “What are the other two plays?”
“They’ve convinced their parents to block Draco’s bill,” Hermione snapped. “They twisted it, making it look like the bill he chose is directed specifically to keep wizards from a share of the dragon market.”
Snape tutted. “You chose that bill specifically because it doesn’t restrict any current dragon activities. It would merely create healthier specimens.”
“They’ve harped on the regulation part so much that they’ve somehow twisted it to be a full trade regulation, dead or alive,” Draco growled.
Snape hummed. “We’ll have to do something about that. And the third play?”
Draco swallowed hard. “They’ve collected memories and evidence from my past as a Death Eater. They’ve been speaking out to have me retried with it.”
Snape’s eyes glowed brilliant indigo. “By speaking out, I assume you mean that they’ve been using their wiles to whisper rumors and favors in the ears of those who can deliver them to the correct audience?”
“How else?” Draco asked glumly.
“And you’re just going to take that?” Lavender asked suddenly.
Draco’s head shot up in shock. “I beg your pardon?”
Lavender huffed and put her hands on her hips. “The Malfoy I knew wouldn’t sit there and take this.”
Draco smirked. “He wouldn’t.” His face fell. “But I don’t have near the pull I used to, Brown.”
“You have a Master,” she snapped.
“She’s correct, pets,” Snape drawled. “Now, Draco, I assume you haven’t revealed all of the extensive material you have on them because it does implicate you in a great number of past indiscretions.”
“Yes, Master,” Draco said sullenly.
“Well,” Snape said. “Who would you normally turn that evidence into?”
“Depends on what I revealed,” Draco said thoughtfully. “I suppose getting them kicked out of school would put the biggest dent in their reputation, so I’d deliver that to McGonagall.”
“And how would she handle your punishment?” Snape asked, amusement twinkling in his eye.
Draco’s eyes widened. “Merlin. What is wrong with me?”
“Too much weed and booze,” Snape said sourly. “Now, about their reputation outside of school…”
Draco and Hermione watched as Snape opened his cloak and took out two items. The first was the fake Sword of Gryffindor, the one he’d fooled Bellatrix with the previous year. The second item was polyjuice potion. Hermione couldn’t wipe the grin off her face.
Snape smirked. “I believe you two had a date with the Ministry tonight?”
“Actually, it was tomorrow,” Hermione said, eyeing the sword. “Less time for them to notice something off. But if we’re getting them kicked out tonight…”
“And the sword was switched just a minutes after that,” Draco cut in.
Lavender giggled, actually giggled, and clapped her hands. When they turned to face her, she turned red. “What? Just because I’m a Gryffindor doesn’t mean I don’t like a little deviousness. Besides… those two pick on me the most. It’ll be like getting back a little of my own.”
“Well,” Ferdinand said. “What are we waiting for? Let us settle a score.”
It had to be a terrifying sight, five dark cloaks moving like wraiths through the halls to the Headmistress’s office, two noticeably taller than the rest. If McGonagall was rattled, she certainly didn’t show it. She merely allowed them entrance and sat behind her desk, hands folded in expectation.
“I assume this is your sire, Severus?”
“Yes, Minerva.”
McGonagall nodded. “Then I owe you a debt of gratitude, Mr…”
“Just call me Ferdinand.”
“Ferdinand, a pleasure to meet you,” McGonagall said. “What can I do for you?”
“I’d like you to listen to what young Draco has to say… and ask that you show him leniency.”
McGonagall frowned and remained silent for a while. “Very well. Mr. Malfoy?”
Draco sighed and drew a circle in the air with his wand. It glowed a soft pink color. He stuck his arm through and drew out a box. He handed it to her and stepped back.
“I’d like you to take a look these memories. They don’t exactly cast me in a favorable light but… well, something has to be done, Headmistress.”
McGonagall nodded and summoned a pensieve off the shelf. The group waited patiently for her to enter Draco’s memories.
Draco chuckled when she immediately turned red. “That first one was probably a bit much to start off with… but I can’t wait to see what she thinks.”
Hermione allowed herself a vicious chuckle. She couldn’t wait either. Served those bitches right for messing with her friend.

AN: Muahaha. I couldn't help it. All these extra work hours put my muse in a vengeful mood. Bless her. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I'm glad you're still with me. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... Love you guys!
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