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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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“Still think you’re dangerous?” Draco asked with a smirk.
All Hermione could manage was a weak moan. One moment, she’d been enjoying the light caresses of her… lovers… partners… whatever. The next, she was spread eagle on the bed with her limbs tied to the posts with silk sashes. At the moment, they were doing a great job of turning her into a puddle of goo with massaging fingers, wet sucking kisses, and small nips. The most troubling part was that they refused to touch where she needed it most.
They’d worshiped her arms, legs, stomach, rib cage, and places she didn’t know existed. Every time she tried to shift to get them to just have mercy and take her, they’d back off and smirk at her before devouring each other’s lips. They knew how much she loved to watch but it was torture because she couldn’t move to relieve the ache that just kept increasing.
“I thought torturing the invalid was a crime,” she growled, bucking her hips up to try and get some sort of friction.
“You love it,” Draco purred after breaking away from Snape.
“Not the point,” she panted.
Snape smirked and bent down to take her lips in a soft kiss. “Consider it punishment for getting petrified in the first place.”
She groaned in frustration when he pulled away and began nibbling on Draco’s ear. “How was I supposed to know that the blasted monster was charmed to kill regardless?”
“You couldn’t have,” Snape murmured and made his way down Draco’s neck. “But you also shouldn’t have barged in swords blazing either. There is something to be said for strategy, pet.”
She moaned in frustration when Snape unbuttoned Draco’s shirt. She wanted to be the one to run her hands over Draco’s muscular chest and caress the horntail adorning his abdomen. It breathed fire that wreathed around his belly button and accented the pale flesh. She could practically feel the sparse hairs that would lead down to her favorite body part.
“I almost died,” she finally growled in desperation. “Shouldn’t you congratulate me on living?”
Draco chuckled and shucked his shirt. “Way to manipulate, Granger. We might just Slytherinize you yet.”
She sighed and closed her eyes so she wouldn’t have to see him unzip his trousers. She knew for a fact that he’d forgone pants this morning. Her entire body was hypersensitive, probably an effect of the vampire blood. But at the same time, she was so exhausted that the buildup was literally painful. Normally she liked a bit of playing but right now, all she wanted was release. And maybe a bit of reassurance that her new magical status really was just a technicality. She didn’t notice she was crying until fingertips brushed the tears from cheeks.
“That’s dirty quidditch, baby,” Draco whispered, gently kissing her nose.
“I’m not your fucking baby,” she snapped, falling silent when he chuckled and began placing kisses randomly along her neck and collarbone.
“We’ll save the punishment for another time,” Snape said quietly.
She sighed when another set of lips joined Draco’s, nipping and nibbling down her shoulder. Truthfully, she was embarrassed that she’d broken down. This was hardly a brutal spanking or a lashing with a whip. No candles or stocks were in the vicinity. Yet the teasing had pushed her to the limit. She desperately hoped it was her exhaustion and not something else that had changed in her. She couldn’t bare it if she were to turn into a different person. She might as well go crawling back to Ron and pop out Weasleys for a lifetime. The thought made her stomach turn.
“Enough,” Snape ordered sharply. “Just feel.”
The ties on her legs disappeared and Snape raised her legs to his shoulders. Truthfully, they felt like jelly. There was no way she could have lifted them on her own. Her Master leaned forward and finally began lathing her sorely neglected clit with his tongue. Draco vanished the ties on her arms and began lavishing attention on her breasts, sucking and worrying her aching nipples. Her orgasm ripped through her swiftly, robbing her of the ability to even cry out.
Snape, not one to dally, immediately sat up and pulled her further down, entering her in one smooth thrust. She threw her head back in ecstasy, the feeling of her Master filling her completely almost too much to process. She needed this… and more. She needed so much more, confirmation that she was still alive, proof that Draco was still there with her, that her Master wouldn’t leave her. All the fears she’d pushed down for the past few weeks and especially through their mission came to the front and it was like the aftermath of the war again. It almost crippled her.
And there was Draco, pushing her up into Snape’s embrace and preparing her ass while biting and sucking on her neck. She hadn’t realized she wasn’t wearing her collar until he’d done that. She instinctively reached back and felt his neck, relaxing when she felt the absence of his collar. Snape had removed them both, more confirmation that she wasn’t being singled out. It was a hard pill to swallow, but she liked being part of a trio. She liked being owned and she liked being a part of something that was fun and exciting and interesting and… important.
Draco slid into her back entrance and she cried out in joy, laying her head back on his shoulder. Snape leaned forward and devoured Draco’s mouth, never missing a thrust. She didn’t have to do any of the work. Draco and Snape took turns lifting and pushing and tilting her hips just the right way to hit spots she didn’t even know she had. A particular sharp thrust sent her over again but the men didn’t stop, taking her higher and higher. She couldn’t breathe or move under her own power. She was lost to them and that was exactly how she preferred it.
Snape grabbed both her and Draco’s wrists, lining them up side by side. “Now,” he breathed before sinking his fangs in their tender flesh. At the same time, he thrust hard and deep. Draco answered him with the same. The pleasure of the friction combined with the thrill of the fangs sent her over the precipice, the pleasure so overwhelming that it robbed her of breath. Spots appeared in her vision and yet her orgasm didn’t wane. She couldn’t even protest as her world grew dark.
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Hermione groaned and blinked rapidly, trying to get used to the bright light shining in her face.
“Thank Merlin,” Draco breathed and crossed the room with a glass of water.
She sighed and tried to sit up, gasping in surprise when dizziness immediately set in. “How long?”
“Just the night,” Draco said, helping her up so she could drink. “We didn’t realize it would take so much out of you.”
She gave him a weak smile and set the water down. “I really didn’t mind.”
He smirked and handed her a potion. “Course not. How are you feeling?”
She wrinkled her nose at the taste of the potion and concentrated on her body. A few test moves confirmed that she could control her limbs now. While she was still a little dizzy and light headed, she didn’t feel so drained. Even the overwhelming wrongness she’s previously felt had settled. Now she just felt a little strange, like she had after the dust had settled after the war. She had a feeling she was just going to have to get used to it.
“Better,” she said after a minute. “I just… it’s a lot to get used to.”
He nodded. “After the war, I think we all felt different, some more than others. My wand, it just didn’t work like it used to. It took months before I could wield it correctly. I wasn’t sure if it was because Potter won it from me or all of the stress, but it felt like… like an obstacle instead of an extension of my arm. Eventually I learned how to use it again but it’ll never be the same.”
She sighed. “It was my last reminder.”
He nodded and sat beside her, pulling her into his lap. “A wizard’s wand is the most valuable object they possess. If it’s lost or broken or even stolen, it’s… like having a limb ripped off. But the good part is that we can replace it. I have a feeling that your new wand will work just as well as the old one, maybe even better since the war.”
“Master said you needed to get a new one, too.”
He pulled out his wand and studied it. “He’s probably right. We need wands that will respond with little to no thought. Do you want to go now or wait until Master can come with us?”
“You think he’d actually let us go without him?”
He quirked his lips. “He’s already given his blessing, depending on your ability to move of course.”
“Where is he?”
“Basement, still rendering the basilisk. He spent the first two days taking care of that one that petrified you. We can’t use it in potions… yet… but he’s going to experiment it. I’ve been helping him cast stasis charms and the like while he works.”
“So I’ll need my magic to help.”
“Unfortunately. And it has to be precise, no blanket spells or shoddy work. Even a droplet of water could affect the harvest.”
“Then we go now.” She sighed and struggled out of bed, wobbling only a moment or two. “I think I just need some food.”
Draco pursed his lips but said nothing. “We’ll stop and get something on the way to Olivander’s.”
“And make a splash in the bloody papers,” she muttered.
He chuckled. “You forget. We have a certain little bug in our back pocket.”
She smiled then, a rather cruel one. “So has the news been interesting while I was out?”
“Better than you could imagine,” Draco said with a grin as he helped her get cleaned and dressed. “The Greengrasses have been splashed across the prophet for two days. Seems their lovely children were kicked out of Hogwarts for blatant chronic misconduct just before they were recorded entering the Ministry. Their reason states theft and they were logged knocking over the case of Gryffindor’s sword. Did you know it’s a fake?”
“Is it really?” she asked lightly. “How scandalous.”
He hummed. “It truly is. Of course, they’ve ransacked their home but they haven’t found a trace of the sword. And they won’t… if.”
Hermione frowned and turned to see the twinkle in those grey eyes. She patted his shoulder and kissed his cheek. “That’s my Slytherin.”
He laughed and helped her with her cloak. “Never thought I’d hear that out of your Gryffindor mouth.”
She gave him a pointed look. “Never thought I’d have to encourage a Slytherin to do what comes naturally to him.”
“Touché.”
She grabbed her purse and allowed him to help her down the stairs. “How does it look for your vote?”
“Coupled with Dumbledore’s old contacts, it will be close but I think it will work out.”
“I hate to say I told you so-“
He snorted. “No you don’t.”
She grinned. “You love that about me.”
“Just looking out for our future progeny, Granger.”
Her step faltered for just a second before she shook her head and lightly smacked his shoulder. They could worry about logistics and future discussions later. Right now, they had wands to by. And food to eat. She was starving.
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“Ah, I was wondering when you two would decide to come see me.”
Draco frowned. “Beg pardon?”
Mr. Olivander smiled and set a few boxes on the counter. “I believe you two are some of the last hold outs from the war.”
Hermione cocked her head. “Did everyone have to replace their wands?”
“No,” Olivander said thoughtfully. “Of course, Mr. Potter did not. Then again, when you can repair your own wand, who needs a new one? Let’s see, Mr. Weasley hasn’t. I haven’t seen Miss Brown yet, though I’ve received word that she’ll need one soon. Of course, none of the younger students had to but many of the older students and those whose wands were broken or damaged have been through my doors these past months.”
“Did everyone change?” Hermione asked, more to herself than anything.
“War is nasty business,” Olivander said quietly. “It was the same the first time as well. Consider it natural progression. Now, let me have a look at you two.”

AN: aaaand cliffe. Muahaha. Sorry. As rough as this chapter was to bang out, I didn't want to leave you hanging for too long. I'll try to be quicker but no guarantees. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I read them religiously. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys.
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