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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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The first thing Hermione noticed was the fact that she was on something rather soft. She groaned and sat up, every muscle in her body protesting. It took a few moments for her to recall why she was prostrate atop her partner. Rope. Free fall. Thud. Shit.
“Draco?” she called, gingerly crawling off of his body while fighting down a wave of nausea inducing pain. “Draco?”
He didn’t answer. She ignored the churning in her gut and summoned her wand. Nothing. Frustrated, she called for Draco’s wand. It flew into her hand with some kick. That wasn’t a good sign. She ignored the bad feeling and tried to concentrate on making sure her partner was alright. Snape had thankfully taught them a diagnostic spell since their last bout with the dragons. She quickly recited it and set to work trying to figure out if Draco was simply still unconscious or of there was something more they had to worry about.
Draco’s wand was a little clumsy, not entirely attuned to her magic but a hundred times better than Bellatrix’s wand. It would have to do. Two broken ribs. Those would hurt but his lungs were okay. Obvious concussion. There was no brain damage though, a good thing. His melon would need to be intact for them to finish this. Moving lower, she was relieved to see that all his limbs were whole. He must have tucked them in for impact. Unfortunately, his hip bone wasn’t. It looked like the right hip socket had been shattered. She felt extraordinarily guilty about that. Judging from the matching pain in her hip, she’d done it by landing on him. She repaired the damage as best she could and revived him.
“Hermione,” he yelled, jerking upright and falling back a second later when the pain overwhelmed him.
“It’s okay,” she said softly, moving the fringe out of his eyes. “We made it… mostly in one piece.”
He sighed. “Damage?”
“You’ve got two broken ribs. Your right hip socket was shattered. Sorry about that. I put it back together but it’ll be weak without skelegrow.”
“You?”
“Haven’t checked yet,” she said, biting her lip and looking away.
He hissed as he sat up and grabbed her chin. “Why not?”
She fought back tears and handed him his wand. “I… it wouldn’t come to me. It was all I could do to put you to rights.”
His face was grave in the dull lighting. What was giving off enough light to see anyway? She looked around to see if she could pinpoint it. About ten feet above their heads, dozens of twinkling blue lights were arranged to form constellations. She frowned. This wasn’t any accidental hole.
“Fractured left hip socket,” Draco said, startling her out of her thoughts. “Hold still.”
She bit back a cry when his magic snapped her bones back together. It felt like someone had twisted her entire side and kicked it but it needed to be done. She concentrated on breathing through the pain. It would be a few more minutes before she could move. They might as well take stock of what they had. Her bag was still strapped across her chest. Draco provided enough light for her to inventory the contents. Everything was unharmed. Thank goodness for all those charms.
“Your glasses look fine,” he said. “Mine?”
She looked closely but couldn’t see any damage. “Looks okay. I guess the twins made them unbreakable and the sticking charms obviously held.”
“Good thing,” he muttered. “But we’re still trapped.”
She cleared her throat uncomfortably. “Do you think you could try to summon my wand?”
Her stomach sank when her wand came flopping through the air. It was in about five different pieces, the dragon heartstring core the only thing holding it together. She could use wandless magic but only for minor things and it wasn’t very controlled. This would be a huge handicap. She shook her head sadly, feeling hopeless.
“Could you cast a tempus?”
They both cursed a blue streak when Draco’s spell lit up the time. They only had an hour until sundown. How on earth had the other two snakes not gotten to them while they were unconscious? Nevertheless, they needed to get started and right then.
“Where do you suppose this is?” Draco asked, looking around the cavern.
She shrugged, wincing when the muscles in her shoulder spasmed. “There are simulated stars and I can still hear running water.”
He nodded and blew out a breath before standing up. She cringed in sympathy when he paled and wobbled. Her journey to her feet went much the same way. It felt like someone had twisted her leg out of socket and put it on backwards. Her foot was tingly.
“We’ll need to take something or we aren’t going anywhere,” she muttered, digging through her bag.
She located a few pain potions and one healing potion. She frowned. There had been at least four. They might have shifted but there wasn’t time to look. Half a potion was better than nothing. They downed them quickly and examined their surroundings.
“Looks like that hole isn’t the only one,” Draco said quietly, directing a beam of light at the ceiling.
Hermione gasped when she saw five holes total, arranged in the same pattern as the cages above them. She was right. That hole was no happy accident. In fact, she’d bet that it was the dead partner that had created this. The old man wouldn’t have had them come in at all if he knew this existed. She could tell that just by looking at him.
“We need to find them and get out of here fast,” she breathed uneasily.
“Agreed,” he said gruffly and limped through the cave, wand aloft to light the way. “Whether it was the partner, the assistant, or someone else, they built this place for a reason.”
“But why?” she asked, squinting in the dim light to study the place. “Basilisks don’t have a natural habitat. They were bred because someone thought they’d be valuable.”
“And they are valuable,” he agreed. “But I’m not sure that is what the creator of this place was after.”
She frowned and started to ask a question when she heard it, a faint chirping sound. It was… “toads?”
He nodded and threw a large light ball in the air. Hermione gasped as the new view registered. This wasn’t just a cave. It was a giant terrarium complete with a bubbling spring and lots of little niches for the toads to hide in.
“A large breeding operation?” she asked cautiously.
“I don’t think so,” he said quietly. “There would be chickens… or at least eggs.”
Her stomach twisted when they traveled a few hundred feet beyond the spring. It was filled with larger than average trees and quite a bit warmer than the rest of the area. It had large rocks and access to tunnels that would probably lead to the holes in the ceiling. It was everything a basilisk could want. But why the toads? And no chickens. The answer to the second came easily enough.
“Chicken eggs by themselves are unpredictable. If a toad didn’t sit on every last one, a rooster could hatch and kill them all.”
“But why mess with the toads?”
She was feeling rather worn out at the moment and decided to sit on a nearby rock. It shifted the moment she sat down and it finally clicked. She fought back tears of fear and frustration and waved off Draco’s advancement.
“Because whoever built this place is trying to fix the one genetic flaw they have.”
He frowned and looked closer, coming to the same realization that she had the moment her ass had hit the rock.
“They’re breeding on their own.”
Hermione nodded and quickly hopped off the rock, ignoring the pain. It wasn’t a rock. It was a giant basilisk sized egg, which made their mission go from dangerous to deadly.
“We’ve got to hurry,” she whispered.
“Do you have another one of those recordings Potter made?”
“No, just the one and it’s still above. But he did teach me how to say a few things… just in case.”
Draco smirked and planted a burning kiss on her lips. “That’s my baby.”
“I’m not your fucking baby,” she growled, melting into his embrace anyway. “And if you want me to call those fuckers, you’d best mind your tongue.”
“I’ll mind it,” he said darkly before plundering her mouth. “I’ll mind it right here.”
It took her several minutes to push him away and gain her bearings. If they got out of here alive, she was going to see to it that he was tortured in the most delicious way. But she could think about that later. She drew the sword from her purse and immediately started hissing to keep Draco from recovering. The sounds of scales sliding over pebbles made her skin crawl and she tensed.
“To the left,” Draco muttered, throwing a shield up in front of her just as a tail came flying out of nowhere.
She flinched at the powerful spark it created against his shield and held her breath as she leapt to reach its head. This snake was easily twice the size of anything they had encountered so far. Her hip protested and she bit down a scream as she landed feet from the huge snake’s head. Draco was doing an admirable job of holding its attention as she struggled to get into place. It was like trying to ride quicksand but she managed to climb up, finally plunging the sword to the hilt the top of the beast’s head. It let out a mighty hiss and seized a few times before falling down and making the ground shake with ferocity.
Her entire body shook with adrenaline as Draco helped her down. If she didn’t feel like she’d been hit by the night bus, she’d fuck him stupid. His pupils were blown as he looked her over for injuries, finally holding her close when he was satisfied.
“You were fucking magnificent,” he whispered.
“There’s still one left,” she whispered.
He nodded and let her go, wand at the ready. “Call it.”
She tried her best but there was no movement or sound and they were almost out of time. It wasn’t safe to leave though because there was still one snake unaccounted for. She debated several times whether to go or stay, but decided in for a knut, in for a galleon and charged ahead. She ignored the sharp pains, the dull aches, and the intermittent numbness in her foot as she trudged along. Draco set up barrier spells the further they traveled into the habitat. They would go off should the last basilisk slither through them. After what seemed an eternity, they reached the end of the space and sighed in defeat.
“It’s got to be in the house,” Draco said quietly.
“How do we get up there to find out?”
“I could levitate you.”
“And you?”
“I’d have to throw you my wand.”
She shook her head. “I don’t trust myself enough for that. There’s got to be another way.”
“We could just rot down here,” he said snidely.
She narrowed her eyes. “Your shitty attitude isn’t helping.”
“And your cowardly one isn’t doing us any favors.”
Her jaw dropped. “I’m not a fucking coward!”
“Then be the Gryffindor you’re touted to be and levitate my arse up one of these holes!”
“Fine,” she snapped.
She yanked his wand out of his hand and marched over to the nearest hole, the one they’d fallen down in the first place. He was on her heels grinning madly the entire time. Instead of feeling the clumsiness of her spell when she cast a lightening charm on Draco, the magic flowed easily. She had to try very hard not to groan in realization. He hadn’t expressly given it to her earlier and she hadn’t disarmed him to get it. Her wand had worked as well in Harry’s hands when she’d given it to him after she’d accidentally snapped his during the war. And Draco’s had worked well for Harry after he’d disarmed him at the Manor. But she’d done neither. That was why his wand hadn’t obeyed her.
“Feeling better?” Draco asked smugly, startling her from her haze.
She clamped her jaw shut and flicked his wand, hurdling him through the air a little harder than she normally would have. He yelped only for a moment before regaining his control.
“Keep going until I activate the button,” he yelled once he was several feet up. “Then throw me left.”
She jerked him slightly to let him know she’d heard. She didn’t want to scream on the floor of the cave. Barrier spells or not, she wasn’t taking chances. She was glad that she’d put protean charms on a few buttons before they’d left, just to make sure that they had a backup way to communicate. That was her. Always prepared. And somehow, it never seemed like it was enough.
Several minutes later, the button on her collar heated up and she jerked him left and let go. She stood, wand at the ready for several minutes just in case she missed. When no sound or movement came after several minutes, she took one last look around and spelled herself up the hole. It was sort of hairy, trying to levitate herself without a stable base to ground herself on. After several tense minutes, she floated out of the top and pushed herself over to the side. Draco was waiting for her.
“Everything alright?”
She nodded and handed him back his wand. “Any movement up here?”
He shook his head. “We’ve got to hurry up and find the bastard before we give Master a heart attack.”
“He can still feel us.”
“But that won’t relieve his worry until we’re done.”
He had a point so she didn’t say anything as they trudged through the shelter and back into the lab. Nothing had moved. Her recorder was still playing Harry’s parseltongue on a loop. She picked it up and motioned for Draco to go before her. They ransacked the lab, coming across a few more generic healing potions and downing them. It wouldn’t make sense to continue on in the shape they were in.
They walked every inch of the house, casting the revealing spells the homeowner had taught them. None of them turned blue and they were not about to take off their glasses to find out if they were interfering. So they pressed on, checking every nook and cranny. There were six bedrooms in the house, three of which had been occupied. The other three had turned into studies. A few darker revealing spells had unveiled hand written research notes in the third study. The eggs downstairs had definitely come from the basilisks, but they were infertile. The toads had been the latest additions, each charmed with a dozen spells designed to promote fertility.
“I think the escape really was an accident,” Draco murmured from across the room. “The hole we went down appears to be the only finished one, which is why we only encountered the one snake, the second largest. If I’m reading this right, the one that escaped had undergone several spells to make it stronger and fertile. It apparently worked too.”
“So it’s around here somewhere,” Hermione said, putting the journal she’d been reading down. “But if it’s as big and strong as described, we would have encountered it by now.”
“Unless it was destroyed,” he said, throwing her the book he’d been reading.
She frowned and flipped to the back of the book. “The spells listed here would have either made it invincible…”
“Or slowly burned the life out of it,” he said. “In which case we’d be looking for a husk and not a snake.”
“The pipes,” she said softly. “It would have wanted to go to water and heat.”
He nodded and lifted his wand. “Think the old man would mind us redecorating a bit?”
She shrugged. “I’m not sure he cares at this point.”
“Let’s get downstairs… just in case this one doesn’t work.”
They went to the library on the ground floor, the most central room of the house which spanned all sotires, to cast the spell. It was one she’d come across during their preparations for the dragons. It seemed that centuries ago, an old dragon tamer found himself pinned in a house with a teenage Horntail in a snit and his three daughters. As a last resort, he’d vanished the walls in his house, targeting only the structure and nothing else organic. The dragon escaped and he was able to restore the house. Theoretically, they could vanish the walls in the house, find the skin… or the snake, and then replace the structure as it was, just slightly weaker.
“Ready?” Draco asked.
She nodded and stood at the ready, just in case the carcass didn’t present itself. “Do you think it would even be worth harvesting?”
“Probably not,” he admitted. “But Master might find a way to use it as an experiment. The eggs in the cave as well.”
She waited tensely as Draco cast the spell. It would take a lot out of him and she wasn’t sure he had it in him after their fall. But he had to try. Draco fell to his knees just as the house disappeared, leaving furniture crashing in their wake. That was another reason they’d chosen the library. A horrible wet hissing noise caught her attention moments later. A few hundred feet away, she saw it. The biggest basilisk of all was nothing more than a limp dishrag. Its bones and muscles had all but liquefied; the scales the only thing keeping it together. She wasn’t sure how it was alive but she had to put it out of its misery.
She drew the sword from her purse and scampered over several pieces of furniture, dodging and diving as more pieces fell from the upper floor. She tripped over a rug and went rolling in front of the beast, landing right in front of it. Its eyes were closed, a welcomed pose. She drew the sword and plunged it down through the ragged snake’s head. It popped through with a sickening squelching sound that turned her stomach. Just as the sword pierced its jaw, the eyes opened. They were like crystalized amber. Her body went rigid and she tipped over.
Damn. Petrified again.

AN: I'm alive!!! It's a miracle. Honestly guys, I'm really sorry. Between two jobs, three kids, a new Juijitsu regimine, kid's choir, boy scouts, a resolution to get in shape, lots of animals, and my Muse being a bitch, I haven't had much time to write. I'll try to do better. Writers honor. If you ever want to check up on me or give me a kick in the pants, and since I can't leave reviews for you guys unless it's a tiny one in a chapter, you can tweet me @writegoldhorse . Or not. Whatever you want. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. They're like gold at the end of a rainbow. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. I promise more smut is coming. We just had to make sure the pets were good and beat up first. ;) Until next time... love you guys!
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