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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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I feel I have to give everyone a trigger warning for this chapter. It isn't dub con, but it's pretty close. Now, on to the smut!

The talking Draco had insisted they do turned out to be more of a silent trek deep into the Forbidden Forest. It gave Hermione the time she needed to think things through and that wasn’t a good thing. Her mind went in about thirty different directions. How long had Ron been cheating on her? Had he started before or after she started sneaking around with Draco? It couldn’t have been that long though, could it? Had the suspicions Ron had about her and Draco pushed him to seek Pansy out? Had he cheated on her before? Why did she even care? She should be happy it was so easy to free herself from him.
“Think any harder and Hogsmeade will hear you,” Draco said as he stomped through the trees, ducking and dodging stray limbs and leaping over a little stream.
“Then start talking,” she growled.
“What the fuck am I supposed to say?”
“I don’t know. You’re the one who said you wanted to talk.”
“I wanted to get out of there before I either punched the weasel or threw you down on a table and fucked you until you couldn’t scream anymore.”
She couldn’t stop the immediate flush in her cheeks or the slight pant at the thought of him brutally fucking her in front of their exes. It was an exciting thought, the adrenaline and the lust combining in the ultimate sendoff. Not that she’d ever do that, but it was intriguing none the less. Still, it reminded her of why she was headed to the back of the library in the first place. She waited until they were so deep in the forest that no one at the school could possibly see or hear them before she turned on him.
“So fuck me.”
He growled and pushed her up against a tree, burying his nose in her neck and inhaling deeply. “It’s strange being free. There’s really no one to hide from.” He kissed her shoulder. “If Snape’s plan comes to fruition, we don’t have to give a fuck.”
“There are still rules,” she breathed, groaning when he nipped her collar bone. “No excessive PDA and certainly no fucking. We do still have to pass NEWTS if we want potions licenses. And there are those who would hex us for being together.”
He pulled back and frowned. “We’re together?”
She rolled her eyes. “Not like that. I think we both know this isn’t love.”
He snorted and went back to licking and nipping at her neck. “Of course not.”
“But they’ll call it that.”
“Fuck them,” he said and then laughed. “Actually, I think I’ll just fuck you.”
She gasped as he reached around and grabbed her arse, hitching her up the tree so he wouldn’t have to bend down so far. He was only a few inches shorter than Snape after all. His mouth was on hers a moment later, pressing so hard he almost drew blood. He pulled back and growled in frustration.
“It’s not the same.”
“Wha-what?” she panted, already dazed.
“Fucking you,” he groaned. “I mean, you’re still fucking hot, Granger, but there’s no edge to it.”
“What?” she screeched, struggling to get out of his grasp.
“There is no edge,” he said, leaning into her a bit harder so she couldn’t escape. “There is no Weaselbee or Pansy to give it that forbidden quality. I can fuck you whenever I want with no extra rush at the thought of being found out.”
“I’m sorry it’s such a bore,” she hissed, feeling surprisingly hurt at his observation.
“I never said it was boring,” he growled, reaching back to clamp her legs against his back while leaning even harder into the tree. “There’s just the absence of the rush.”
“So find someone else to fuck,” she spat, giving up trying to escape as a bad job. She was having a hard time breathing anyway.
“I don’t want to,” he said, frowning like he was just as surprised at what came out of his mouth as she was. “You get me, Granger. This isn’t love. This is just two people trying to escape. No one else seems to understand that.”
She huffed. “Oh? How many people have you fucked?”
“More than a few,” he said, shifting to grind his erection into her center. “They didn’t get it before the war and the one or two I’ve gone after since think I just need someone to devote themselves to me and I’ll be the perfect husband.”
She couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up inside her. “What a load of bollocks.”
“See?” he growled, shifting against her again. “You get it.”
“Who did you fuck?” she whispered just to annoy him.
“The Greengrass sisters,” he said a bit tightly. “Father wanted me to choose which girl I wanted to court. They were worse than Pansy. At least she knew I would never love her.”
“Love,” she said a bit bitterly.
He sneered. “Stupid concept. But lust.” He ground his hips into her again. “Lust is real.”
“You ever fuck a man?” Hermione rasped, trying to control her breathing.
“One,” Draco admitted, “besides the blow jobs at the club and Snape.”
“Who?”
“You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine,” he said, reaching under her skirt to rub circles over her already damp entrance.
She wished she’d just gone without knickers. The thin satin thong felt sticky and was rather abrasive now that he was causing such delicious friction. She wiggled about, trying to get him to quit teasing but he drew back, a dangerous smirk on his face.
“Fine,” she huffed. “Viktor, a muggle boy named John, Ron, and Luna.”
“Lovegood?” Draco asked, pulling away in shock.
She sucked in a lungful of air and huffed. “Yes Lovegood. I was… well, I was a little messed up after the war.”
“No shit,” he said dryly.
“Do you want to hear this or not?”
He sniffed and started rubbing her entrance again. “Sorry, do go on.”
“It was before Ron and I officially started dating. We’d already fucked but it was just sort of an ‘I’m glad we’re alive’ thing. I couldn’t stop crying and she just held me. When I calmed down, she started kissing my cheek and telling me everything would be fine and… I went for it. She seemed to know that I needed it so she went with it.”
“So your bi, too?”
“No,” she said, frowning in thought. “I’m not really attracted to women but comfort is comfort and there isn’t anything wrong with experimenting.”
“Amen to that,” he said, leaning forward to ravage her mouth.
She pushed on his chest until he pulled back. “Wait. I shared. It’s your turn.”
He groaned and let his head fall on her shoulder. “Fine. Pansy, a Ravenclaw I forget the name of but she was the Head Weasel’s girl, one of the Patils, I forget which, the Greengrass sisters, and… Flint.”
“Wait,” she said, holding a hand up to keep him from kissing her neck. “When did you fuck Penelope Clearwater?”
“What?” He pulled back. “That’s what you want to know?”
“Considering she’s still dating Percy, I’d like to know.”
“Fifth year during Hols. She was the Weasel’s date for our Christmas party and bored out of her mind. I offered to liven things up a bit.”
“Damn,” she breathed and then started. “When did you fuck Marcus Flint?”
“After the war,” he said softly. “They’d just released me from Azkaban and I celebrated a little too hard. Marcus had just gotten out a week prior, offered to take me out. I was too drunk to care what came out of my mouth so when the conversation rolled around to how hot Potter was after he’d gained a little weight back; I said exactly what I thought.”
“Which was?”
“You have to admit that Potter is a good looking bloke.”
She shrugged. “Well yeah, but I don’t have any sort of attraction to him.”
“Me either past a visual level but admitting that he was hot opened up the topic for my sexuality. Marcus was more than happy to school me.”
“You still with him?”
“Nah. He got married to this cute little brunette he met in Bulgaria during a quidditch match. It was more of an exploratory session anyway. But it made me realize I wasn’t necessarily straight.”
“Mmm.” She moaned as he slid his fingers up a bit, brushing against her clit. “As long as you keep doing that, I don’t care what you like.”
He chuckled and pressed a little harder, making her writhe against him. “It still doesn’t have enough edge to it.”
She was tired of his hedging back and forth. She was horny damn it and if he wasn’t going to give her what she needed, she’d damn well find someone who would. “I can’t grow a bloody dick, Malfoy. Either fuck me or find another thrill.”
“I’m so glad you said that,” he breathed, moving so fast that she couldn’t even blink.
She choked as his hand closed over her throat, clamping her airway shut. Her hands clawed his arms to get him to quit but he didn’t budge, a dangerous glint in his eyes. It made her shudder and to her horror, a gush of wetness rolled from her. He smirked and pressed against her entrance hard before letting her arse go. She kicked with her legs as she fell an inch or so onto his knee. She hadn’t even realized that he’d slid his knee between her legs. Spots danced in front of her eyes and she desperately tapped his hands, trying to convey that she was about to pass out. He eased his hand a fraction, just enough for her to get a breath. It made her dizzy even as her core clenched. They’d never done breath play before. What happened when she couldn’t say her safe word?
“I like holding your life in the palm of my hand,” he said roughly, leaning down and fiddling with his boot for a moment. He pressed his hand back, cutting her air off again. “I wonder if this is the power that Aunt Bellatrix craved, the moment when she saw the fear flicker in her victim’s eyes. Do you recognize this?”
Hermione’s stomach flipped when he held up a wicked looking dagger. It looked just like the one Bellatrix had threatened her with at the Manor when they’d been caught. Suddenly, this wasn’t funny anymore. Draco pulled his hand back again, letting her catch a few desperate breaths of air.
“I inherited this little knickknack after the war. Took me ages to remove all the curses and hexes on it, namely the one that made this.”
She froze when he traced the tip of the dagger over the scar on her neck, just under his thumb. She’d never been able to get rid of the mark Bellatrix had left, the cursed blade making it impossible. Tears spilled down her cheeks as he scraped the tip over the scar again and again, scratching a few layers of skin at a time.
“You’re beautiful when you cry,” he whispered, licking her tears. “Does it feel edgy yet?”
She whimpered, more tears falling as he pressed the knife further into her neck. “I remember ever minute of that day, Granger. It plays in an endless loop in dreams. I remember how my stomach fell into my shoes when they threw you on the ground. I remember how fierce you were, even as my Aunt bled you and cursed you. You were magnificent. I remember thinking that no one had the right to take your light away. And then I found you on the train, that God awful dead look in your eyes. So I pushed,” he hissed, pressing down on her windpipe again.
“And your eyes flared to life. That’s the rush I wanted, the rush that chased away the lost and hollow feeling. Spend a few years living under constant threat of death and torture and you can hardly function without it. You need more,” he breathed, easing up again so she could gasp for air.
“But this,” he whispered, running the knife over her neck again. “This has to go. We’re going to start over, Granger. That’s what Snape promised, isn’t it? A new life for both of us? But the past has to go away, starting with this.”
She cried out in fear and pain as he neatly sliced over the scar. His thumb slid down and pressed over the cut, making it sting and burn. Magic pulsed from his fingers for a moment before he plunged the dagger into the tree above her head, making her scream. He smirked.
“Scream as loud as you want, baby. No one can hear you here.”
His mouth was on her neck then, licking and sucking at the blood trickling from the fresh wound. Her hands scratched for purchase again, trying to get him off, away, closer, something. Her hips wriggled over his knee, making ever movement into a delicious shock of pleasure. She didn’t know what was wrong with her. The sensations of his tongue licking over the painful cut combined with the knowledge that he was practically feasting on her blood had her so unbearably confused and overheated. His hand tightened on her throat again, making her core clench impossibly tight. Then he slid his other hand between her thighs and pinched her clit, sending her spiraling into an orgasm so strong her vision went black.
His hand disappeared and she sucked in a huge lungful of air, the new sensation sending her into another spiral as he tweaked her clit again. She couldn’t see, could barely breathe, couldn’t hear anything but her screams and harsh pants against his hair as he continued sucking on her neck. Then she felt something loop around her wrists. She blinked hard, trying to regain her vision. When it finally came, everything was a bit grey but she could see what was happening. He’d taken the ribbon out of his hair and tied her wrists up with it. She yelped when he yanked her wrists up, wrapping the excess ribbon in between them around the handle of the dagger. With blurry eyes, she noted that the dagger blade had entered to the hilt, making it the perfect anchor.
“Wha-“ she rasped.
“You’ve done enough damage to my arms,” he murmured against her neck, giving it one final lick before pulling back.
His lips were stained deep red, a stark contrast to his pale face. For a moment, she wondered how he’d look if he were still wearing the eyeliner and felt herself tighten again, ready for more. He was right. This was the edge they were looking for, the danger and the insecurity, the absolute taboo feeling that came from consuming her blood. He gave that wickedly sexy smirk of his and grabbed her arse with both hands, kneeling so fast she tried to catch herself with her hands, only to have them jerk uncomfortably against the ribbons.
She didn’t need to worry. He had her, wasn’t letting her go. And now his head was between her thighs. His teeth sank into her inner thigh, causing her to throw her head back and wail at the sensation. Then she felt the release and the jerk followed by a ripping sound and another jerk on her hips. That bastard had torn her knickers off with his teeth. She shuddered as another gush of juices rushed out of her pussy.
Draco growled and dove in, lapping and sucking at her quim. She couldn’t help but writhe under his ministrations, her wrists burning from the friction. The dual sensations caused her to tense up again, but he pulled back, grinning as she screamed and bucked her hips in frustration. She tried fruitlessly to escape, only giving up when her emotions threatened to overwhelm her, a desperate sob tearing out of her throat. He dove in again, more ardent this time adding teeth and shoving his tongue into her aching core. She was close, so close, just a minute more… and he pulled back again.
“NO!” she screamed, bucking wildly. “No, please!”
“Please what?” he growled, placing wet open mouth kisses along her inner thighs.
“Please,” she wailed. “Please finish. This is cruel.” She broke down into harsh sobs.
“So you don’t like edge play?”
“N-no,” she cried.
He caught her eye, a defiant gleam in his. “Too bad.”
She let out an ear piercing shriek when he dove in again, one of his hands sliding under her to finger her arse. She arched back in surprise, her head hitting the tree harder than she had anticipated. It made her see stars a moment before the pressure increased, making her tense before relaxing. She felt the familiar bubbly feeling of the cleaning spell. He threw her thighs over his shoulders, letting her slide down. She went rigid, holding herself with her thighs just before the ribbon cut the circulation off to her wrists. The feelings were overwhelming. There was a sound of a zipper followed by a deep groan.
“Fuck you’re wet,” Draco growled, his head falling backwards to look at the canopy of trees above them before his eyes slid shut.
Her breath caught as she felt his shoulder moving frantically. He was stroking himself, hard and fast like he loved it. She was suddenly envious of his hand. Why wasn’t he fucking her? Did he not want to? Tears pooled in her eyes again as he quickly brought himself over, growling and shaking while she helplessly perched on his shoulders. He was beautiful when he came, the pain and pleasure mingling on his face in a wondrous expression. Then his head snapped back up, his eyes pinning her in place.
She squeaked when he shot forward, head buried between her thighs again. She cried out in shock when she felt his warm sticky hand coat her puckered hole. He was using his seed for lube and for some strange reason it turned her on so much that she almost went over. He pulled back and quirked a brow when she cursed until she couldn’t breathe anymore. She couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. And then he slid his finger in her arse and she keened as he massaged her inner walls. A second quickly followed, gently stretching her even though it stung. A third joined, the searing pain ebbing in minutes. He lowered his head and slid his tongue into her center, bumping his nose against her clit until she felt her entire body stiffen with her impending orgasm.
He froze, not a muscle twitching as she screeched and writhed, trying to get over that last little bit so she could experience bliss. It was too much, too much of not enough and she couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t handle it, a first since they’d started on the train in August. She had to call it off.
“ASH-“
She couldn’t say the rest of the word. Draco took that opportunity to slide two fingers into her oversensitive channel, his other hand working her arse mercilessly. The combination robbed her of her breath, her sanity, and control of her body. She was flying as spots danced in front of her eyes from lack of oxygen and she couldn’t seem to inhale fast enough. Then his teeth grazed her clit and she broke apart, screaming in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her. It left her limp and unable to hold herself on his shoulders, her wrists protesting as her body sagged after intense spasms.
He stood, his fingers leaving her body. She protested though she didn’t know why. She couldn’t even fathom what he was doing before his lips were on hers. Then she felt his wand at her back side, a flick and a buzz making her tense again. He’d learned a myriad of sex spells in their endless search for another high but she’d never felt this one, a phantom vibration in her arse and on her clit at the same time. There was a light prodding at her entrance and then the familiar searing heat of his cock parting her flesh. She allowed her head to fall on his shoulder, moaning with abandon as he slowly filled her. When he was seated all the way, her head fell against the tree.
Through bleary eyes, she saw the wild look in his eyes. He was high on lust and power, a look she just couldn’t get enough of. He jerked back and snapped his hips forward, shoving her into the tree with enough force to knock what little breath she had left from her. He took her impossibly hard and faster than he ever had. She fuzzily wondered if he’d brought himself off for the lubrication or the stamina it would afford him now. Then she couldn’t wonder anymore. Thinking was impossible. He’d robbed her of her mind and the power of speech.
He devoured her mouth, swallowing her weak cries as her body seized again, the pleasure making her mind a haze. These were the moments she loved, where he took the world away. He’d never been quite so frightful before but it had created the razor sharp edge she needed to kick her endorphins into overdrive. Her back ached from the tree bark that was more than likely shredding her shirt and her hands were losing feeling but she didn’t care. She couldn’t come down before another orgasm hit her.
Black dots clouded her vision and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she’d pass out this time. She looked forward to it. She hadn’t lost it that bad since Christmas and she wanted it. Bad. Draco grunted and reached up, yanking the dagger out of the tree before falling to his knees. She let out a weak cry as she slid down the tree, landing roughly over his cock. The sudden force sent her over again and she trembled uncontrollably. The flash of the knife was all that kept her from sinking into the darkness.
The sudden fear had her sucking in a breath before there was another pain in her neck. He’d sliced her again. But instead of sucking on it, he sliced his hand with a loud cry and slammed his it over her throat. It wasn’t enough to keep her from breathing but it jolted her into yet another climax. His thrusts were erratic and he was chanting something. There was a searing pain in her neck which heightened her senses, more tremors wracking her body. She wasn’t coming down from this orgasm. It was only building and it had her worried. Could someone actually die from sex? Did she care? Then Draco’s head flew back and he let out a guttural scream, his hips thrusting against hers and wedging her against the tree. The pleasure hit its peak and blackness swirled, drawing her under with it.

AN: Anyone wonder what Draco just did? *evil smile* As always, thanks to everyone for your reviews. They make my day, even when I read great books and think I'll never be that good. (which happened yesterday) Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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