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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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“Now, just a few spells,” Snape murmured as they reappeared near the shrieking shack. “Most of these will be painless but I’m afraid I can’t spare you everything. Glamours won’t be convincing enough.”
“Should we cast a silencing spell first?” Draco asked in a dead tone.
Snape hummed and shook his head. “No. In fact, scream loudly and cast spells off into the night. I’ll glamour my cloak to look like a Ministry official. That way, any stragglers will see what we want them to.”
“And afterwards?” Hermione asked, resolutely drawing her new wand.
“Draco will scoop you up, as you will be unable to walk, and you’ll scurry up to Hogwarts.”
“Why exactly won’t I be able to walk?” Hermione asked, her breathing speeding up.
Snape gave her a somber look. “Know that I take no pleasure in this part of the plan. However, it is the strategy with the greatest benefit to all of us. I shall be in the hospital wing shortly to oversee your healing. Stay strong my pets.”
Hermione nodded and held her breath as Snape aimed his wand at her. It took everything she had to stand still and not fight him. This was perhaps the first time in her life she’d not fought back. Sensing what a huge accomplishment this was for her, Snape zipped over and kissed her long and deep before stepping back into place and casting the bone breaking curse.
She didn’t have to pretend to scream. Even though he’d cast a numbing spell before it, the pain was exquisite. However, due to the late hour, no one seemed to stir. That gave Snape a chance to have a nasty duel with the two. The former shooting mild spells that blackened, bruised, and otherwise mimicked close brushes with death. The latter shot disarming spells at the sky in a sea of sparks that was mostly for show.
After several minutes, the town started to stir and wonder what was going on as the shack hadn’t made a peep in ages. Snape took that opportunity to disappear but not before zipping up to kiss each of his pets on the forehead and murmur an apology. Draco yelled vague threats at the top of his lungs as he scooped Hermione up in his arms and limped towards the castle. Snape had caught him with a muscle spasming curse that made it damn near impossible to walk correctly without taking away his mobility. He’d never wanted to curse his Master so badly in his life but this was the best answer to their problem.
Hermione cast a feather light charm so she wouldn’t be such a burden on Draco’s already injured body. Some of those curses were nasty but thankfully not long lasting. Her leg was the worst of it, though it didn’t look it. Snape had managed to open up a stripe on her side. It was just a scratch but it bled like she’d been stabbed through. His eyes had flared brilliant indigo when he’d done it, knowing he’d wasted her precious blood. But it was certainly believable. And while she felt like she’d been hit by a herd of Centaurs, she couldn’t wait to see the look on Lucius’s face.
“What time is it?” Draco huffed as he trotted up the walkway to the castle as fast as he could.
“Dinner still,” she murmured after casting a tempus. “Everyone will be in the Great Hall.”
“No sign of Father,” he muttered. “Must already be inside.”
“So where do we go?”
“Great Hall,” he said after a moment. “Biggest spectacle will be the most believable. Besides, since Madame Pomfrey got an assistant, she’s been taking meals in the Great Hall.”
She hummed in agreement. “That little apprentice wouldn’t be able to handle this.”
“Exactly,” Draco said. “So, after a fight with a rogue Ministry assassin that addled my brain and subsequently my need for secrecy, I barge into the Great Hall with a bleeding and broken war heroine in my arms and demand help.”
She giggled. “You forgot a part.”
He frowned as he limped through the open gate of Hogwarts. “What’s that?”
“You look like you fought a herd of trolls.”
He chuckled and adjusted her in his arms so it would look like he was struggling much harder than he was. Then he gave her a quick kiss and ran with a little skip hop motion because that muscle curse was still in effect all the way to the front door. He burst through and started hollering for help the second they hit the front entryway. Luckily, the Great Hall wasn’t too far away. He threw his shoulder through the door and stumbled inside, just managing to keep Hermione from hitting the floor as he fell sideways to his hip.
“Little help?” Draco yelled.
Hermione moaned and rolled out of his arms, exposing her side. The jog back to Hogwarts had allowed the blood to soak most of her side. She made sure her robe fell open as she landed on her good side, which allowed her leg to splay at an unnatural angle. Then she went limp to make the ruse more believable.
“Merlin!” McGonagall gasped as she hurried to the front of the room with Madam Pomfrey. “What on earth happened?”
“Rogue Auror,” Draco snapped. “Working for the Wisengamot members against my new bill. They jumped us, managed to snap both our wands before some of the villagers chased them away.”
McGonagall’s eyes narrowed for a second before she snapped them back open with a slight nod. “Madam Pomfrey, take them to the hospital wing at once.”
Madam Pomfrey went to levitate them but McGonagall stayed her hand. “Just stabilize for now.”
The mediwitch nodded curtly and lifted them into the air with a flick of her wrist.
“What is the meaning of this?”
Hermione saw Draco shudder at Lucius’s hissed tones. She managed to use the spell to allow her to brush against him and gave him a slight pat to let him know he wasn’t alone. He calmed instantly.
“There isn’t time for questions,” McGonagall snapped. “We’ll send word as soon as they’re better.”
“They’re,” Lucius growled. “What were you doing with the girl, Draco?”
“Business,” Draco snapped, twisting in the air so he could look his father in the eyes. “None of yours, that is.”
The entire hall gasped but he ignored them. Hermione was practically bursting with pride. That was probably the first time Draco had ever stood against his father, figuratively speaking anyway. It showed, too. Lucius puffed up like a toad. Oh, she wished their Master was here to see this. A fleeting shadow near the ceiling caught her eye and she realized that he had seen it indeed. She caught Draco’s eye and glanced back to her Master to let him know. Draco’s grimace turned into a smirk and he went in for the kill.
“My life is none of your concern.”
If Lucius were a vampire, his eyes would be electric blue. “You are my son-“
“And not your bloody slave any longer,” Draco growled low in his throat. “I’m through towing the line for you. You might have turned Mother into your perfect puppet, but you’ll do no such thing to me.”
“We’ll see about that,” Lucius snarled, spittle flying as he grabbed his wand and said something almost illegible.
Silver light burst from his wand and hit Draco square in the stomach. Hermione whimpered and then sighed in relief when the light merely bounced off of Draco and fizzled into black specks of something that looked like burned coal. Lucius cast again, this time green. The spell swirled like a tornado just an inch away from Draco’s nose and then broke apart and fell to the floor in globs of tar. The third spell was a kaleidoscope of colors that shot back and forth like fireflies among a sea of fiendfyre. That spell simply came to a sudden stop mere millimeters away from Draco’s manhood and broke apart into ash.
Hermione was rather glad about that last one. She’d grown sort of attached to Draco’s manhood. The only person who had any say in its punishment was her Master. And the look of horror and betrayal on Lucius’s face when he realized it was priceless. She’d put the day in a pensive and replay it over and over. The pain, the potential backlash in their careers, the spectacle was entirely worth it.
“Like I said,” Draco said calmly as Lucius was disarmed by a few of the professors and made to kneel on the ground. “I’m not your slave any longer.”
“Quite,” McGonagall said harshly. “Poppy, the hospital wing.”
Madam Pomfrey gave a curt nod and quickly levitated them to the hospital wing, muttering curses at Lucius interspersed with praises for Draco and utter shock at their condition. Once they were situated in bed, just one because she’d learned her lesson the first time, she healed their scratches and reversed that pesky muscle curse.
“An auror wouldn’t cast that,” Pomfrey huffed and she gathered a few potions.
“Planning on telling someone?” Draco asked coolly.
“Certainly not,” Pomfrey said. “But I’ll not lie.”
“We’d never ask that,” Hermione said, gratefully accepting the pain potion she was handed. “Just don’t ask questions.”
“Deal,” Pomfrey said curtly. “Now brace yourself dear.”
Hermione nodded and clutched Draco’s hand as her bones were set and mended.
“There,” Pomfrey said, nodding at her handiwork. “I’ll leave the rest for your Master.”
“Thank you, Madam,” Draco called as the mediwitch bustled out the door.
She turned around and shook her head. “I hope, for your sakes, that this business of yours doesn’t get you killed before you reap your rewards.”
The door slammed shut and blocked the cacophony of giggles from the patients. Hermione snuggled further into the crook of Draco’s arm and bit her lip in contemplation.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“Decidedly not,” he said softly. “I had hoped he’d never cast those spells but I can’t believe he’d risk them in front of so many witnesses.”
“That’s what we were trying to avoid.”
“Little late now.”
“Quite so,” Snape drawled as he appeared a mere foot from the bed. “Lucius has been hauled to the Ministry in restraints. He’ll be tried for numerous crimes, least of which is trespassing.”
“I’d be interested in the full list,” Draco murmured, his eyes focused on his Master.
Snape tapped his lips with his finger, mimicking deep thought though the quirk in his lips gave him away. Hermione almost laughed aloud at his faux pas. After all, a master spy should have been better at hiding his emotions. He was going soft.
“Let’s see,” Snape drawled. “There’s the trespassing, multiple accounts as Minerva has just decided to file on him. He’s not a governor of this school any longer, therefore he has no right to intrude upon the grounds without express permission. Then there are the three slavery spells that he cast in full view of several underage wizards and witches. Not to mention they were all banned ages ago. And for some reason, they’re looking into Narcissa’s behavior since the war. I can only imagine what they’ll find.”
Draco shuddered. “Even I don’t know what all he cast. It’s likely she’s lost.”
Snape hummed and sat at the foot of the bed, careful not to disturb his pets’ wrecked limbs. “Depending on her will and how long he has held her under, she could have a good prognosis.”
Draco shook his head. “I don’t even want to think about trying to hope.”
Snape nodded. “We’ll discuss it after the vote next week.”
“The story?” Hermione asked breathily.
Snape smirked. “I believe Hogwarts has neglected their routine exterminating. A grand story will hit the papers by morning.”
“Think it will work?” Hermione worked.
Snape sniffed. “You insult me.”
She bit her lip and trembled. “I’m sorry, Master.”
Snape grinned. “Well, I’m sure you can find some way to earn forgiveness.”
She made to get up but groaned when pain from overworked muscles shot through her body. Snape patted her arm and shook his head.
“Later. For now, rest. And accept this with my deepest apologies.”
They greedily accepted the droplets of blood he offered, just falling back to the mattress before the color spectrum started. Then he merely brushed a hand over their feet and pleasure engulfed them. Hermione had a fleeting thought that she was very much becoming Pavlov’s’ dog and then her orgasm crashed over her and she thought no more.

AN: It seems a little cheap, but I can honestly say that I don't think they've seen the last of old Lucy. But, muse could surprise me. Sorry this chapter took so long guys. I can't seem to get the words out of my head and onto the paper in any coherent fashion. So, I'll say that spelling is good. Grammar... maybe not so much. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. Going through a tough spot right now and a word or two from you really helps. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys.
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