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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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Hermione watched with rapt attention as Draco knelt before a nude Snape and took his semi-erect member into his mouth. She wanted to join him but Snape gave her a pointed look and glanced toward the quill still hovering in her hand. She stared at him dumbly until he gave a warning pulse to her mark. She managed to stifle her squeak and jot a quick note to the twins giving them the go ahead to test and directions on how to reach Snape’s house. She also stressed that this location was top secret and she’d have their bollocks on a platter if they told. They’d take her seriously. She was probably the only person they ever had. She wondered if it was the hives she’d hexed on their bums in fourth year or the everlasting jock itch in fifth. She signed the note with a flourish and looked up in surprise when Nightshade landed on her shoulder. Fast owl.
By the time she’d squared the letter away, Snape was heavy and pulsing in Draco’s mouth. Draco’s lips were swollen and pink, saliva and precum dripping down his chin as he worshiped Snape’s cock. Snape had buried his hands in Draco’s long silky hair and used it to fuck his mouth, guiding his head over the large member roughly. She shifted and rubbed her thighs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure that was building up. With Draco’s reprimand and breakthrough so fresh, she didn’t want to intrude. She might have found her selfish streak, but she wasn’t that far gone. Instead, she leaned against the far wall and started tweaking her nipples.
Snape snarled and thrust deeply in Draco’s mouth, choking him as he came. Hermione gasped as the vampire threw his head back in ecstasy. His dark hair cascaded over his scarred shoulders, giving him the look of a dark angel. Snape might not be classically handsome, but in the throes of passion, he was just as beautiful as Draco. Draco was busily trying to lap up the cum he hadn’t been able to swallow. They were like morning and midnight, the perfect companions. Where did she fit in to that equation?
“Come,” Snape ordered, snapping her out of her thoughts. He was summoning her over.
Draco watched her with hungry eyes as she scampered over, not wanting to gain the sort of reprimand that Draco had just received. His pale neck was still covered in light pink fingermarks. They wouldn’t bruise but Snape had not been gentle.
“She wants to know where she fits in,” Snape said softly, his eyes dancing with pleasure.
Draco cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. Snape smirked and nodded and Draco sprung, slanting his mouth over Hermione’s as he nearly tackled her to the ground. She savored the taste of Snape on his tongue and tried to give as good as she got. She squeaked when she lost her footing, landing on something surprisingly soft. Her Master’s lap.
“You fit right here,” Snape murmured in her ear as he reached around and parted her legs to straddle him backwards. “I might want to play with you two separately, just like you two play without me, but that doesn’t mean that you aren’t part of this.”
She nodded and tried to put her insecurities aside. Snape had already dealt with Draco. He didn’t need to deal with her as well. Besides, hers were old and well known. She’d been told since she was very young that she wasn’t pretty and that being smart and bossy wasn’t attractive. At least she knew that these men valued her brains as well as her body. She just sort of felt like the ugly duckling of the three.
“You’re a swan,” Snape purred.
Draco released her mouth and looked at him questioningly.
Snape pulled her hair up and spelled it on top of her head. “She believes she is the least attractive in our little group.”
Draco snorted. “That’s why I hear your name moaned in the bathroom stalls. They’re trying to prevent coming after all that hard work rubbing one out.”
Her jaw dropped at the crude words. “You lie.”
Draco smirked. “I have it in pensive and a few photos I bought off of Creevey if you want proof.”
“You sneaky little prat,” she breathed, unable to accept that Draco had evidence of boys wanking in the loo, her name on their lips.
Draco chuckled. “You love that about me.”
“Bastard,” she whispered, moaning when he took her breasts in hand and began fondling him.
“You seem to be attracted to bastards,” Draco breathed.
“Fuck,” she screamed when Snape’s fangs grazed over her neck while Draco’ pinched her nipples.
“An excellent suggestion,” Snape purred, licking at the tender skin.
She jumped when long fingers began gently kneading her clit, causing little sparks to shoot up her spine. She was already so close. The adrenaline fueled theft, the anticipation when writing letters, and watching Snape reprimand and then dominate Draco had her on the edge. Snape murmured a spell and she squirmed when her arse tingled and warmed.
Two cocks replaced the fingers on her clit, rubbing back and forth and sliding against each other. She pictured the sight and almost came from the vision alone. Seconds later, they found their marks and slid home, giving her no time to adjust. She screamed at the shock of pain and the subsequent jolt of pleasure. They barely gave her a moment to compose herself before they tore into her, taking her hard and fast. It was perfect.
“Let go,” Snape ordered, sending her crashing headlong into climax.
Draco yelled, following her over. But it didn’t stop. Snape kept thrusting and cast some sort of spell that had Draco howling and doubling his efforts. She couldn’t complain. She hadn’t wanted to stop either. The room filled with the scent of sex and the squelch of bodies slapping together punctuated by abandoned moans, growls, and grunts. Her head spun with pleasure and the strain of muscles and bodies against each other. She could stay in this moment forever and not care about the world.
“Again,” Snape ordered and she obeyed, letting the tension in her body peak and send her over.
It took a few minutes to come back to herself, but she snapped to attention when she sensed another presence in the room. The twins had apparently found the basement and were currently starring in wide eyed slack jawed shock, wands drawn but faltering.
“Do shut your mouths,” Snape drawled. “I’d hate to spell them that way.”
Fred and George immediately shut their mouths and dropped their wands to their sides. They seemed to recover quickly, wide eyes replaced by narrow eyed, smug smirks.
“Well,” Fred said. “We always knew that Ron was missing something.”
“Now we know what!” George said with a flourish.
“You’ll do well to keep your mouths shut about this revelation,” Draco said darkly.
Fred and George grinned. “Of course,” the answered in unison.
“We’ll treasure the information forever,” Fred said.
“And revel in the thought that we know one more thing ol’ Ronniekins doesn’t.” George answered.
Snape huffed and shifted, his cock sliding out of Hermione’s arse with a wet sucking sound. She shivered at the loss and was rewarded by Draco pulling her closer into his chest.
“If you don’t mind,” Snape drawled. “We’ll need to sort ourselves out.”
“Certainly,” the twins said with identical maniacal grins.
“We’re never living that down,” Hermione said grumpily when they’d left. She was cold, sore, and they’d burst her bubble of tranquility that she only seemed to achieve after a hot bout of sex.
“Do you really care?” Snape asked. He helped both of his pets off the ground and cleaned them up with a flick of his wand.
“Not particularly,” she admitted.
“But interruptions are never welcome,” Draco grumbled.
“So you wanted another go,” Snape said, amusement dancing in his eyes.
Draco huffed and stumbled into his trousers. “It wouldn’t go amiss.”
Snape reached out to steady him and rubbed is cheek affectionately. “So greedy.”
“Only for this,” Draco said, his eyes darting between Snape and Hermione.
Snape smirked. “Of course. Finish dressing and I’ll meet the twins.”
He stepped out of the room, his clothes materializing on his body as he left.
“How the bloody hell did he do that?” Draco breathed.
“I don’t know,” Hermione said quietly. “But I want to learn.”
“Damn straight,” Draco said, shaking his head and shoving his arms into his shirt. “We’ll have to ask… after this test.”
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“Wicked,” the twins drawled as Snape cast the final touches to the charmed snake.
It wasn’t a live snake. Snape had transfigured a garden hose to mimic one, complete with large yellow eyes that were harmless at first. Then he’d poured the blood over it and spelled the eyes shut while he began the dark spell that transfused the killing force to the new basilisk doppleganger. When he unleashed it and commanded it to open its eyes, it would truly kill anyone it laid eyes on.
Snape nodded as he gave a final flourish of his wand. “It should prove adequate. Did you spell the glasses to work with all living beings or just wizards?”
“We weren’t specific,” George supplied as he handed a pair of glasses over to Snape.
“We figured we’d just separate life from death,” Fred said.
“And why did you choose to do so?” Snape asked, studying the frames.
They were hideous, bejeweled with red and green gems. Hermione was certain they were precious stones, each cut with a certain purpose in mind. She could see the spell work swirling in them, sparking and bouncing around. The lenses looked like silver holographic paper. All in all, it reminded her of the novelty gifts that muggles ordered out of the back of comic books. But unlike those, she knew these had pure genius behind them. The twins might be eternal pranksters, but they were the magical equivalent of muggle mad scientists.
“Well,” George said as he fiddled with the second pair. “We know that the basilisk at Hogwarts was only going after muggleborns because old Moldywart was ordering it to. Without those orders, it would have killed any wizard, so we couldn’t base it on blood status. Hermione and Malfoy aren’t the same gender, blood status, house, or even magical type, so we couldn’t base it on that. We don’t know their exact parameters so the easiest thing to do was just start with shielding life.”
“Agreed,” Snape said, flipping the glasses over to study the lenses. “But you said magical type. Explain.”
“Little known fact, Professor,” Fred said. “Everyone has a magical type. It’s sort of like the basis of elements, but much more limited. Turns out, there is basis in blood status, but only as far as magical types go. And types don’t negate power or ability. They can also change throughout your life.”
“I’ve heard of the theory,” Hermione interrupted. “But I’ve never seen it put to practical use.”
George grinned. “We stumbled onto it by accident. We couldn’t figure out why Fred couldn’t get this one potion to set when I could. Turns out that his magical type wasn’t compatible to the thread of magic. He had to cast in reverse wand movements for it to work.”
“Like magnets,” Hermione said with a frown, running theories through her head as fast as she could process them. “That’s why some advanced potions can be brewed by some wizards and not others using identical techniques, preparation, ingredients, and directions. It isn’t that it’s impossible, it’s that they haven’t accounted for magical reactions.”
“Right,” Fred and George said together.
Draco shook his head. “But that might mean that those glasses wouldn’t work for everyone.”
“They would if they’re based on life and not reaction,” Snape said thoughtfully. “I’ve stumbled upon potions that I’ve been unable to duplicate, though I can replicate them eventually with modifications.”
Hermione gasped. “Your potions book. Those modification, not all of them were practical lessons like crushing a bean instead of cutting.”
Snape shook his head. “Flourishes and directional stirring are often dictated by one’s innate magic.”
Hermione frowned. “But that means that Harry has the same type of magic that you do.”
“He used to,” Snape said tightly. “Lily and I had the same magical type. It comes as no shock that Potter inherited it as well. However, in my death, I’ve had to relearn certain skills. It was most inconvenient.”
“So how do you know what type you are?” Draco asked.
George shrugged. “A complicated list of spells that reveal your aura color.”
“Followed by a boring cross reference to an ancient book,” Fred said.
“It’s useful if you’ll be doing intricate work,” George said.
“But if you two are the muscle,” Fred continued. “I wouldn’t worry about it.”
“If we’ll be making more tools, we’ll worry about it,” George said.
“But these will work regardless,” Fred said confidently.
“Then we shall try it,” Snape said, disappearing and reappearing a second later with a niffler. “We’ll try it with a test subject first before we move on.”
Hermione held Draco’s hand, more out of anticipation than fear, and watched as Snape unleashed the snake. He had it in a spell that wouldn’t allow it to look to the side, only towards the niffler. The niffler sniffed around, unable to shake the glasses off of his face due to a sticking charm. She’d have to remember that when they went to slay the basilisk. They couldn’t risk them falling off.
Snape retested the glasses several times before removing them and testing the power of the snake. The instant those yellow eyes trained themselves on the niffler, it went rigid and fell over dead. Snape retrieved another niffler and strapped a few mirrors in front of its eyes. It went rigid, completely petrified. Snape revived it with some mandrake juice, placed the mirrors back on it, and then the glasses over it. The niffler kept running into things, but it was none the worse for wear.
“We’ll try it with the mirrors first,” Snape said. “We’ll have to be quick. This basilisk animation will only work for a little while longer.”
Hermione and Draco drew straws with the twins to test them out. Fred got the first go, strapping the mirrors on and then the glasses. He waved at the snake and then promptly ran into the wall, causing George to laugh his arse off. George went next, proving that magical type didn’t make a difference. Hermione was up next, stumbling as soon as the glasses were placed over her eyes.
“Merlin, how in the hell do you get used to these?”
The twins laughed but she was serious. It was like looking through a fun house mirror, everything wavy and distorted. She’d fall on her arse before she had a chance to slay the basilisk.
“It’s the mirrors,” Fred said. “They change the viewing aspect. When they’re gone, it’ll just look like staring through a prism.”
She nodded and braced for the eyes of the snake, only to sink in relief when they did nothing. She yanked the glasses off and happily gave them to Draco, who also stumbled around. He passed the test.
“Now the last test,” Snape said gravely. “I would test them if I could.”
Hermione and Draco nodded. Snape was technically dead. The glasses would have no effect on him. Hermione took a deep breath and volunteered to go first. It was the Gryffindor thing to do, after all. Besides, they’d thoroughly tested them. She should be fine. But her heart raced with fear as she donned them again, pleased when her view turned to rainbows. It was rather amusing to see Snape with clown colored hair. She bit back a laugh and planted herself in front of the snake.
“Wait,” Draco called, pulling her into a fiery kiss before stepping back. “For luck.”
She nodded and braced herself. The snake opened its eyes and she stiffened, waiting for the inevitable cold feeling to wash over her like she’d felt the last time she’d seen them. She frowned when there was nothing, just an odd sight.
“Its eyes look like rainbows,” she breathed. “It’s like looking into a kaleidoscope.”
“A what?” Draco asked.
“Muggle toy,” she said. “It’s a tube that muggles make. They fill a small disk separated into sections with colored rocks or pieces of plastic and put it on the end of the tube. Then you hold it up to the light and spin the disk. The rocks shift, creating rainbow colored patterns. It’s… a little odd, but not disorienting.”
Snape shut the snake down and allowed Draco to take his turn. He studied the snake just the same as she had but he didn’t suffer any ill effects.
“Try it together,” Snape said. “See if it affects your ability to move, work together, sense each other, etc.”
They nodded and each took a pair, jogging around the room. Hermione stopped to use sticking charms on them so they wouldn’t slide off. Snape spelled the snake to follow them around the house and encouraged them to cast spells near it, but not at it yet. When they were satisfied that the glasses worked, they went back to the main room. Snape shut the snake down and put the surviving niffler in front of it.
“Just a test to make sure it is still effective,” Snape said, unleashing the snake one final time.
The niffler fell down dead and Snape quickly banished the snake with a few dark spells.
“Well,” the twins asked.
“I believe we have a deal,” Snape drawled.

AN: Yay. More sex and magic. Everyone give a round of applause to Muse, who managed to come through for me. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I give them to Muse as sacrifices. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... Love you guys!
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