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Junkies	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 134126 -:- 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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“Finally,” Draco huffed.
“We are going to have to work on your patience, pet,” Snape drawled.
“She’s been out for two days!”
Hermione tried to sit up and ask what the hell was going on, but she was finding it difficult to move. The last thing she remembered was those yellow eyes and the thought that she’d be a frozen lump again. When she’d been petrified the first time, she’d been aware of everything. This time, her vision faded and went black almost immediately. That should have been impossible.
“Welcome back, my pet,” Snape purred, brushing a few strands of her hair off of her forehead.
“I must say, you two get into more trouble than Potter without even trying.”
“Wha- hap-?” she croaked. Her mouth was horribly parched.
Snape helped her sit up and drink a few sips of water. “That experimental basilisk happened. Apparently, the spells went beyond mere structural changes. They changed the way the eyes ensnare as well. From what I’ve studied so far, the original spell was to make it so that looking at a reflection of the eyes would kill as well. It seems as though the glasses acted like a reflection on a mirror, petrifying you instead of killing you on the spot.”
“But two days?” she whispered.
“And that was with a double dose of mandrake and several spells,” Snape said softly.
“Not to mention vampire blood,” Draco murmured.
Snape hummed. “If that snake had gotten loose, it would have killed everything in its path.”
Hermione took another few sips of water and cleared her throat. “Were you able to find the old man?”
Snape nodded. “I read his mind. He had no idea what his partner was doing. Fool was too bloody in love with him to believe he could have ever done wrong.”
“Gryffindor,” Draco muttered.
“Hufflepuff,” Snape said softly. “Never stereotype by house, Draco. Wormtail was a Gryffindor, Diggory was a Hufflepuff, and Edgecomb was a Ravenclaw.”
“And you were a Slytherin,” Hermione said softly. “I never understood the houses, not really. Luna is intelligent, but I’d peg her as a Hufflepuff just because she is so kind. And Harry should have very well been a Slytherin, sneaky as he is. And Neville, well, for the longest, he couldn’t even go through a potions class without nearly fainting.”
Snape hummed. “Dumbledore told me once that he thought we sorted too soon. But that is neither here nor there. Once people graduate from the houses and the colors that they bled for 7 years start to fade, they see that we’re all alike in one way or another.”
“That’s rather… philosophical of you, Master,” Draco said with a frown.
“It’s all I did for a time, ponder the meaning of life… or unlife.”
“And your conclusion?” Hermione asked.
Snape shrugged. “Your existence is what you decide it will be. If you wish to succeed, you’ll claw your way up until you get there. Speaking of which, we have several hundred pounds of basilisk to render. It’s under stasis spells but the sooner we process it, the sooner we can have the funds.”
Hermione nodded and tried to get out of bed but her legs just wouldn’t hold her up. Draco scooped her up and put her back in, clicking his tongue in disapproval.
“Take it easy, Granger. Don’t pass out on us again. You might not wake up this time.”
Hermione scowled at him and huffed. “Two days. How on earth is McGonagall not here demanding an explanation?”
“Told her that our expedition went sour,” Draco said with a shrug. “It’s part of our job now. We reassured her that you’d be fine.”
“And she demands a patronus update every bloody hour,” Snape growled. “You send the next one, Hermione.”
“Yes, Master,” she said reflexively and then cringed. “I can’t. My wand.”
Snape hummed. “We’ll have to remedy that at once.”
“I can’t even get out of the bleeding bed. How am I going to get a new wand?”
Snape pursed his lips. “Use mine for now so we can shut that old biddy up.”
“What time is it?” she asked curiously.
“Around curfew, I believe,” Snape said. “She should be in her office, but be brief and vague, just in case.”
She nodded and curled her fingers around the wand that her Master offered. It sent pleasant tingles up her arm and she was hard pressed not to shudder at the feel. She still wished she hadn’t broken hers, but the feel of Snape’s black ebony wand was pleasant enough. She stumbled through producing a patronus but managed it on the third attempt, quickly relaying to McGonagall that she was awake, alert, and fine. Snape took his wand back with some concern.
“Something wrong?” she asked quietly.
“I’ve never had problems producing a patronus with this,” Snape said, studying his wand with dark eyes.
“I didn’t win it from you in a duel,” she said quietly. “Malfoy’s wouldn’t work well for me either.”
Snape hummed. “Still, once handed over for use, my wand should obey properly.”
She frowned. “It’s just a spell, Master.”
“It’s not the spell I’m worried about,” Snape said quietly before reaching out to rub his hand down her thigh. “Have you had problems producing a patronus lately?”
She shook her head. “Not really.”
He hummed. “I should like to keep you here the rest of the week. I fear the basilisk might have had a deeper effect on you than I’d first thought.”
“You think it could have interfered with her magic?” Draco asked softly.
Snape hummed. “I’m not sure. We’ll need to wait until she recovers physically. Please get her something to eat?”
“Yes, Master,” Draco said, giving them both a kiss on the cheek before hurrying out of the room.
“What are you not saying,” she asked after she was sure Draco was out of earshot.
Snape sighed. “Damn your intuition. I’m afraid that the altered basilisk did much more than just interfere with your magic.”
“Well,” she asked after he’d remained silent.
He sighed. “I’m afraid it might have changed your magical type. You… feel different. It’s hard to explain.”
She bit her lip in thought. “Did it mess with our bond?”
“No. That will never fade regardless of the changes your magic goes through. However, it means you’ll need to relearn certain spells and you might lose the ability to cast others. It’s not all bad,” he said, wiping a tear from her eye. “You could gain the ability to cast others or create potions you couldn’t before. We’ll just have to wait and see, and of course, we’ll need to get you another wand. I dare say it will be drastically different from your old vine wand.”
She sighed and toyed with the bedclothes. “I suppose it’s time. It never felt quite the same after the war anyway, but…”
“It was the last ounce of your old self you had,” Snape said with an understanding look. “We must let go of the past to look to our future, pet. I dare say that Draco should look into purchasing another wand as well. His magic was so strained during the last few years of the war I’d be surprised if his type remained the same.”
She nodded. “He certainly… feels different. I believe that’s what first drew me to him.”
A sudden terrifying thought caused the breath to leave her lungs. She’d never had a panic attack hit her so suddenly. The room spun and closed in on her.
“Breathe,” Snape snapped.
She sucked in a lungful of air and coughed at the sudden rush of oxygen. She forced herself to take several measured breaths. It wouldn’t do to pass out.
“What was that about?” Snape asked quietly.
“I… feel different.”
“Yes,” Snape drawled slowly. “And?”
She brushed away a tear that threatened to spill over. “What if… oh it’s stupid really.”
“What if what?”
Her lip trembled a moment and she cleared her throat. “What if you and Malfoy don’t want me anymore?”
“Well that’s not going to happen,” Draco said as he stormed back into the room with a bag full of takeaway. “You really think me so shallow?”
She frowned. “But if our magic brought us together-“
“It didn’t,” Draco said firmly. “That would be circumstances and pure unadulterated lust. But that isn’t why I stayed with you, Granger. I thought you’d figured that out by now.”
She snorted. “It wasn’t to knock me up.”
Draco smirked. “No, but I’ll humbly offer my services there as well.”
She rolled her eyes. “Not yet, thanks. What did you bring us?”
He chuckled and sat the bag down on the bedside table. “Fish and chips, mushy peas, extra vinegar, and one muggle soda.”
“Which you will no doubt steal the first chance you get,” she said, waiting as Snape conjured a table to eat off of.
“No,” Draco said, a slight smirk adorning his face as he reached into the bag. “Because I got one for me as well.”
“Of course,” she laughed, digging into the food.
It was delicious and she found that she was ravenous. Then again, two days with nothing more than what she assumed were nourishment potions would do that. She ate like a hog for a week after she’d come out of petrification the first time. The atmosphere was decidedly comfortable, though she still felt a little off. Whether it was the change in her magic or the realization that Draco was there for more than sheer chemistry, she wasn’t sure but she wasn’t about to hash it out. She was still not willing to put a label on their… whatever they were. It would just complicate things.
But the change in her magic worried her. What would she have to relearn? She couldn’t possibly run down all of the spells that she’d learned in the last 7 years before they’d need to go on their next mission. What if she messed something up? It might cost them more than a few broken bones or a few days laid up in Snape’s bed.
“Ugh,” Draco groaned as he cleared their containers away. “I can hear you worrying from here, Granger. Just let it go for a moment.”
“I can’t,” she huffed. “I could be dangerous.”
Draco smirked and looked over at Snape with a glint in his eye before turning back to her. “You already are dangerous, but I wonder…”
She frowned. “What?”
He ran a hand up her leg to caress her thigh. “If one plays with fire…”
She gasped as his hand crept further up, making heat pool in her stomach. She might be a bit weak still, but her libido wasn’t damaged in the least. Snape leaned over to caress her other thigh and her breath left her again. Only this time, it wasn’t a panic attack. This was affirmation. Some things were changing but this… whatever it was between the three of them… it was just fine. And she was going to take full advantage of it.

AN: Just when I think things are slowing down and I'll be able to write... all hell breaks loose. But I suppose life is what happens when you're busy making plans, right? I'll keep plugging away for you guys, promise. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. They remind me that not everyone has given up on me. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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