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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
- 1-Junkies
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“Ready?” Draco asked as he uncapped his bottle of polyjuice potion.
Hermione smirked and downed her bottle, grimacing at the taste. “Always, Malfoy,” she managed to choke out before the potion started making her skin bubble. She bent over and clawed at her throat. Draco chuckled and downed his own bottle, following her lead and bending over but still careful not to drop their stolen uniforms. Minutes later, Daphne and Astoria Greengrass stood up and marched into the telephone box entrance to the Ministry.
“Welcome to the Ministry of magic. Please state your name and business,” the cool female voice demanded.
Hermione tapped her wand to her throat to alter her voice. “Daphne and Astoria Greengrass. We’re here to steal something.”
“Thank you,” the voice said. “Visitors, please take the badges and attach them to the front of your robes.”
Draco shook his head in dismay when two badges popped out of the coin return
Daphne Greengrass
Theft
Astoria Greengrass
Theft
“That’s amusing,” Hermione said with sadistic glee as she put her badge on.
Draco winked and stuck his on as well. He didn’t speak. Hermione might be able to modify her voice to a semblance of the Greengrass’s, but his male voice would be easily recognizable.
“Level 8, Atrium,” the booth announced.
They stepped out and took a look around. The Ministry was practically deserted this time of night. The real Sword of Gryffindor gleamed in its glass case, still on display in front of the new sculpture. To anyone taking a casual glance, they’d look like two lost Hogwarts students. With a little luck, no one would immediately notice the switch they were about to make. The facsimile sword was almost flawless, enough that even Bellatrix Lestrange was fooled.
Draco took the lead, scampering over to the glass case and pretending to check his lipstick in its polished surface. Hermione took the cue and pushed him out of the way, huffing in disgust and checking her makeup. If she’d done it correctly, then the surveillance wards would show the sisters in a show of vanity and blatant disrespect for relics of war; two strikes that the girls wouldn’t recover from easily.
Draco teetered on his toes for a moment while cartwheeling his arms, no doubt overacting in addition to not being comfortable in a smaller package. Then he glared at her and twisted his polyjuiced face into a truly ugly look of loathing. He pushed her back, knocking her off her feet. She landed on her bum in an undignified sprawl that revealed the thong she’d carefully picked out for this charade. It certainly wasn’t anything a wholesome pureblood lady would wear under her skirt. She drew her wand and hexed Draco, knocking him in a sprawl similar to her own, only he wasn’t wearing anything beneath his skirt. She smirked and stood up, straightening her clothes and hair in the box’s surface. Draco mirrored her, pushing and shoving for space until they finally tipped into the box, knocking it off its pedestal.
Hermione had to resist the urge to laugh out loud as she and Draco overreacted and started scampering to put the box back. No one would notice the redirection spells that would cover the movements of them switching out the swords, not that there was a soul in the Atrium at the moment to witness it. In fact, they might get away with the switch all together, which would be both wonderful and a bit disappointing. Still, using the Greengrass bitches as covers would be gratifying, even if no one were implicated.
Draco grabbed her arm and started dragging her out of the Ministry, making it look like he just wanted to get out of there before anyone realized that they’d possibly damaged a priceless artifact. Hermione managed to look both put out and scared at the same time. She kept it up until they exited the phone booth and had run several blocks away.
“That was bloody brilliant,” Draco whispered, pulling her into his chest.
Hermione grinned. “Agreed. But don’t you dare kiss me looking like that.”
“What?” he asked innocently. “Wouldn’t be the first time you’d kissed a girl.”
“I have no desire to put my lips anywhere near Daphne Greengrass’s, thank you very much.”
He chuckled and dragged her into a deserted alley before he apparated them to their Master’s neighborhood. Once they landed, he took the liberty of disillusioning them both and leading her to the house. She didn’t mind. Her entire body was electrified with adrenaline and satisfaction. Revenge might be a dish best served cold, but she was feeling more than a little hot under the collar.
“I take it that your field trip was successful,” Snape drawled as soon as they walked through the door.
“Most definitely,” Hermione crowed, removing the disillusion spell and pulling the Sword of Gryffindor from her beaded bag. “I just hope the damn thing stays put this time.”
Snape studied it for a moment before motioning for her to put it up. “As long as no one calls upon it in a desperate time of need, it should remain where it is. I doubt that another dark lord will need to be slayed for a very long time.”
“How much longer before this wears off?” Draco asked, tugging his jumper off. “I want to fuck Granger’s brains out and she won’t let me touch her looking like this.”
Snape smirked and then spun and stalked off to the basement, motioning for them to follow. They did so obediently. He stopped in front of several bubbling potions and began checking them, stirring one, adding some shredded ginger root to another, and some shavings of a centaur’s hoof into a third.
“The potion should wear off in precisely ten minutes,” Snape announced after he was finished adding ingredients. “However, you have several more pressing things to discuss than the state of your bollocks, Draco. You’ll need to decide what you’d like Skeeter to print and how you need to treat her in order to get the desired result. There is also the need to write to the Greengrasses. Expelling their daughters is one thing. They need to know that you have more than mere childhood missteps in your arsenal. There is also the matter of majority when it comes to passing the bill. I’ve made a list of my contacts as well as those who owed Dumbledore a favor or six. You’ll need to lean on them soon if you’re to make the next vote.”
Draco sighed and rubbed his legs together. “Damn it. I’m fucking horny. I can’t concentrate.”
Snape quirked a brow and added some powdered bicorn horn to one of the cauldrons. “Do I need to teach you control?”
Draco gulped and shank back. “N-no sir.”
Snape smirked. “I didn’t think so. I have another half an hour’s worth of work on these before I can take a break. Make it productive.”
Draco huffed and summoned a quill and parchment. “Little help, Granger?”
Hermione rolled her eyes and conjured a few stools and a small writing desk, careful not to disturb Snape’s laboratory. She didn’t want to leave his presence just yet and the soft bubbling sounds of the cauldron soothed her adrenaline filled veins.
“Which will we tackle first?” she asked, snatching a bottle of ink out of her purse and a second quill.
“Skeeter,” Draco said after a minute. “She’ll be so grateful for the scoop she might even get it printed in time for the morning paper. Best not give the Greengrasses time to come up with a counter. They’ve already been notified of the expulsion but they won’t have a clue how far it will go.”
“Do we tell Skeeter about the Ministry?”
Draco tapped the quill to his lips in thought before shaking his head. “No. Well, not outright. We’ll give her hints. She’ll do the rest on her own and we never said we wouldn’t let her dig up all kinds of bogus information on our enemies.”
Hermione chuckled and helped him write a quick missive. It simply told Skeeter that Hogwarts had expelled students for the first time since Hagrid. It also alluded to a possible vengeance filled rampage that may or may not have ended up at the Ministry.
“Masterful,” Snape complemented after they read the note aloud. “Just enough information to lead her in the correct direction while being vague enough to make her want to dig.”
“And spew general trumped up nastiness,” Hermione said with a smirk.
“Indeed,” Snape drawled. “Now your warning to the Greengrasses?”
Draco pursed his lips. “It should be short and sweet.”
“Oh?” Snape asked dryly.
“Give me that parchment,” Draco said, grinning with sadistic glee as he wrote with a flourish. “There.”
Hermione almost couldn’t read it without bursting into giggles.
Save your strength. This is just the beginning.
Snape chuckled and gave him a quick nod. “Brash. Bold. Completely untraceable. And just a bit of Gryffindor style taunting to make them second guess themselves. Well done. Call for Nightshade. He can take those letters now.”
No sooner had they sent those letters off than the polyjuice wore off. It took them a minute to recover. Polyjuice was always disorienting and the shift certainly dampened their libidos. It took everything Hermione had to keep from giggling as Draco quite literally grew out of his clothes. He finally had to resort to vanishing the overtaxed clothing with a spell.
“Awww,” Hermione called with a pout. “You looked cute in a skirt.”
Draco huffed and then pushed her up against the wall. “That thong was a low blow, Granger.”
“You weren’t wearing anything,” she whispered.
“Now I’m not,” he said before smashing his lips against hers.
A pulse of mild pain in their groins made them pull apart. “As stimulating at your display is, your time is not up yet.”
Draco growled and laid his forehead on Hermione’s shoulder. “What else do we have to do?”
Snape chuckled at his discomfort and slipped a pinch of dandelion leaves into one of the cauldrons. “Summon my list. It is simply entitled favors. Everything you need is listed in Dumbledore’s hand. Simply copy them each to their own parchment and address them. Nightshade will be able to deliver them as soon as he returns.”
The teens set to work, albeit under duress. Draco absolutely refused to redress. Hermione thought he was probably hoping his nudity would make Snape’s resolve budge. She was certain it wouldn’t matter. He had an iron will and even Draco’s delectable body wouldn’t shake it, though she did enjoy watching the dragon tattoos move around on his pale skin. Just as they were finishing up, a garish purple owl with a bright yellow beak flew into the room.
“That’ll be the twins,” she murmured, taking the missive from the flying eyesore.
“What does it say?” Snape asked after a few minutes of waiting.
She jumped and then realized she hadn’t read it aloud. “They say they believe they have a solution but they have no way to test it.”
Snape stirred one of the cauldrons three times anticlockwise and then stepped away from the bench. “I happen to have a way to test it, but I don’t dare cast the spell outside this house.”
“How?” she breathed, unable to resist the lure of knowledge.
Snape smirked. “It’s a dark simulation, something the Dark Lord was working on. I have one drop of basilisk blood. From it, there is a dark spell cast to simulate the same paralyzing killing force. It’s not exact, but it should provide an adequate test.”
Hermione rubbed the bridge of her nose in frustration. “We need to test it as soon as possible. Can you tell us how to cast it?”
“Certainly not,” Snape snapped. “I wouldn’t wish that kind of spell on anyone, let alone my pets. No. I shall have to cast it myself.”
“But you’re in the middle of brewing,” Draco pointed out.
Snape nodded. “All three of these are at a resting stage. They must sit for exactly four hours and thirty seven minutes. If they hurry, it should give the twins enough time to come here, test the glasses, and make any fine adjustments needed.”
Draco pouted. “Not fair. I’m still horny.”
Snape smirked. “Life isn’t fair.”
Hermione frowned. “But you’ll have to reveal yourself.”
Snape nodded solemnly. “If they are to be collaborating with us, sooner or later they must learn exactly who they are dealing with. Do you think they will take it well?”
She shrugged. “Hard to say. I think they’ll take it just fine, but we can request their silence if we need insurance.”
“Then write and invite them over.”
Draco huffed and began digging his clothes out of Hermione’s beaded bag while she wrote directions for the boys to get to Snape’s house.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Snape asked imperiously.
“Getting dressed,” Draco said morosely. “You’re obviously punishing me for my lack of insight into the whole blackmail thing.”
“I never said that,” Snape said softly.
“You’ve never denied me,” Draco said, his voice cracking. “Not unless I’m being punished.”
Snape’s eyebrows rose. “We haven’t been together that long.”
“Feels like it,” Draco whispered, silently unfolding his trousers.
Hermione frowned. Draco was never that meek, not even with Snape. Before she could analyze anything further, Snape had pounced, forcing Draco up against the cold bricks of the basement wall. His hand was curled around Draco’s throat just under his chin, dangerously close to cutting off his airway. Draco struggled slightly, careful not to dislodge the hand but enough that it was clear he didn’t want to be pinned. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to do more, come to Draco’s aid or see what Snape’s strategy was. Draco was obviously in need of something.
“I’m disappointed in you,” Snape murmured, staring hard into Draco’s eyes. “This is not your sixth year. You have choices and support. I can understand having a crutch, drowning the horrors of the past with drugs and drink and sex. But this… sulking… is shameful. Be the man I always knew you could grow up to be, not some sniveling coward that reverts to a spoiled toddler when he doesn’t get his way. Where is the proud, power-hungry man I enslaved little over a month ago?”
Draco’s eyes misted over and he started trembling, a startling sight. Snape merely shook his head and squeezed, cutting Draco’s airway off. Hermione shifted uncomfortably. Snape wouldn’t hurt him, but horror flashed in Draco’s eyes before they turned dull.
“Broken,” Snape said sadly. “You’ve forgotten who you are. I need an independent pet, not a robe clutching child.”
Draco’s beautiful stormy grey eyes turned the color of slate and he quit struggling. Snape let Draco turn slightly bluish before he let him slide to the floor, unable to keep from gasping for breath. “When you first came to Hogwarts, you were a vicious, egotistical, conniving little shit. It was annoying, but I admired your pluck. What happened?”
Draco stared ahead at the floor and squeaked when Snape yanked him up by his arm. “What. Happened?”
“My father,” Draco whispered. “Didn’t like my pluck either.”
“And now, when I own you, would you care about what he likes?”
Draco frowned. “I… don’t.”
Snape nodded and caressed Draco’s cheek as a reward. “What are you known for, Draco?”
Draco frowned. “Being a bastard.”
Snape smirked. “Then we have something in common. But you were also known for being one step ahead of the game, pranking and sneaking about without getting caught. You have enough blackmail material gathered up to ruin half the school. Correct?”
Draco nodded warily.
“Then why are you cowing?”
Draco grimaced. “I’ve always failed when it mattered most. I couldn’t please my father or the Dark Lord, not that I’d want to anymore. I couldn’t even save my own bloody skin.” He stared at the dragon on his arm in disgust.
Snape scoffed. “And I suppose that harvesting dragon scales and stealing an iconic sword that tipped the scales during the war is just coincidence?”
Draco shrugged. “Maybe.”
Snape’s face turned black. “The perhaps I should just cut my losses now. You’ve already defeated yourself. There is no need to try you any further.”
Draco’s head jerked up to meet his Master. “Y-you’d … no!”
Snape quirked a brow. “I never suffer fools, and you are the biggest one in this room.”
Draco’s entire body quivered. “No.”
“No what?” Snape asked. “You must be specific. If I am to cut ties, then I refuse to read you any longer.”
Fire sparked in his eyes and Hermione bit back a smirk. There was one way to get through to Draco. Take something that he desperately wanted away.
“No,” Draco said stronger. “I don’t want to cut ties.”
“I’m the Master,” Snape growled.
“I don’t care,” Draco said, his voice dipping dangerously low. “You’re all I have left and you aren’t taking that away from me.”
“Not Hermione?” Snape asked.
Draco spared her a glance before shaking his head. “She’s your pet, not mine. You’d be taking her from me, too. And you aren’t going to do that.”
“Not your future?” Snape asked.
Draco snorted. “The next pureblood Malfoy heir. Fuck that. I want the future you promised and you’d take that too. No fucking way.”
Snape smirked. “There’s my pet.”
Draco’s eyes flickered in shock for a minute before hardening. “You bloody bastard.”
Snape quirked a brow. “And?”
“I want you,” Draco breathed.
Snape tilted his head in thought. “Hermione, send the note to the twins.”
Draco deflated but stood his ground instead of sinking into self-pity.
“Good pet,” Snape whispered, rubbing Draco’s cheek again. “Never, ever, let me see that other side of you again.”
“I can’t guarantee you that,” Draco said sadly. “But I can promise you I’ll try.”
Snape nodded. “Good. Now, we probably have a few minutes before they arrive. Are you up to the challenge?”
Draco’s eyes gleamed as Snape unbuttoned his frock coat. “Yes.”

AN: Soo.... this one took forever. Sorry about that. My Muse and I had a fist fight. She won. I got a bruised ego and a blank mind. Stupid Muse. Anyway, here it is, in all it's awful glory. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. My ego and I cleave desperately to them. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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