Junkies | By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 134120 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 20 |
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“Stupid children.”
Hermione’s eyes flew open to meet an infuriated pair of onyx eyes. She tried to scream but it came out as a squeak. Where was she? Her eyes darted around despite the desperate need to keep them on the eyes that were glaring daggers at her. It was dark, too dark to be daylight even in the forest. Oh Merlin, she’d passed out in the forbidden forest! She tried to move but there was something heavy leaning on her. Draco.
Draco groaned and leaned back, moving his head a fraction to meet the angry eyes of their former potions master. He winced at the fury in them and gingerly pulled back, lifting his weight off of Hermione. She gasped at the sudden movement, realizing that he’d still been embedded inside her. How had that happened? Normally he at least softened and slid out even if they fell asleep joined.
“I didn’t think it would take that much out of me,” Draco croaked, easing backwards and untangling himself from her body. He slowly tucked him cock into his trousers and laid on the ground, groaning in pain.
“Stupid child,” Snape hissed. “Such powerful sex magic combined with blood could have killed you both!”
“W-what are you talking about?” Hermione whimpered, looking down to assess the damage.
“Might as well show her,” Snape said. “Since you took the time to right the wrong.”
Hermione frowned in confusion as Draco took out a tiny mirror and handed it to her. She jumped in shock when she realized her hands were still bound together. Draco gently untied her wrists, rubbing them a bit. It stung and she hissed, pulling away to try and figure out what he’d done. It was too dark to see anything. Snape huffed and lit his wand, motioning for her to examine herself. She winced at the blood caked on her neck and staining her shirt. So much blood. It was a wonder they hadn’t bled out. She fumbled around for a minute, her fingers too stiff and clumsy to locate her wand.
“Oh for fucks sake,” Snape hissed, waving a hand over her.
She squeaked, the cleansing charm feeling like sandpaper against her tender skin. When she looked back in the mirror, her jaw dropped open. Nothing. There was absolutely nothing on her neck. No fresh red cut, no thin pink line of freshly healed skin, and more importantly, no scar. Her neck was as blemish free as it had been before the war. Tears sprung to her eyes as she looked at Draco. He was busy trying to wrestle his hair back into the ribbon and studiously ignoring her.
“Why?” she whispered. “Why did you do that?”
Draco stopped, letting his hair fall back down and stared at her for a long time. “Freedom, Granger. Complete and total freedom.”
She looked back in the mirror and let the tears fall, nodding. Freedom. That scar reminded her of her past every time she looked in the mirror, every failure, every death, every sacrifice. It was an ugly reminder of what she was, a freak of nature, not truly magical and not muggle but somewhere in between. She used to not think about things like that, believing she had just as much right to exist as anyone else. But since the war, her thoughts continually darkened, twisting into something skewed and dangerous. What right did she have to survive, to live when others laid down their own lives so bravely? But she was free now. Free.
“You aren’t filthy,” Snape said, making her jump so bad she dropped the mirror. He sighed at her dumbfounded expression. “You deserve to live as much as any of us do and those that died to ensure that others could live didn’t deserve that either. All that scar signified was the twisted mind of a twisted woman. You’re free now. You can thank Draco for that.”
“But why?” she wheezed. “How?”
“Blood heals blood,” Draco said quietly, looking at his hand which was also flawless once again. “Sex magic is the most powerful magic in the world. Sex and blood is a small price to pay for freedom, Granger.”
“Why did you need to pay?” she asked, still not understanding.
He sniffed. “I’m free, Granger. Free from that filthy tyrant that lorded over my life since I was fucking born. And when you agreed to do this with me… and Snape… to try for freedom… well, I don’t like debts. I had to pay it back.”
“I never claimed a debt, Malfoy.”
He smirked. “Maybe I should then.”
“Not likely,” she said with a sneer, though she felt like kneeling at his feet and offering him whatever he wanted. She was still too proud for that. Maybe there was some small part of her old self left in there somewhere.
He laughed. “Then we’re even.”
“Just so long as this doesn’t mean that you like me,” she clarified, offering him a way if he needed one.
He huffed. “Of course I like you. Or I at least like fucking you. But this isn’t love, Granger. Or romance or affection or tender feelings or any other fucking sickening sappy Gryffindor sentiment. This is payment in an equal partnership.”
She had to bite her tongue at the smirk Snape was giving Draco. He liked her. He’d even become somewhat attached, maybe to the point about caring about her feelings. But she wasn’t stupid. There was no love there. They were both incapable of it at this point. She would take what she could get though because even if she wouldn’t admit it to another soul, she cared for him too, in some strange way.
“Fine,” she said, trying to stand and failing. “Shit.”
“Here,” Snape said, producing two bottles of blood red liquid. “You both lost too much blood. I can smell it.” They took the potions without protest as he hissed insults at them. “Dunderheads. Completing a blood ritual after letting a vampire drain them. Bloody irresponsible.”
“We get it,” Draco growled. “But we do need to talk.”
“Having second thoughts?” Snape asked with a dark glint in his eye. “Because there is no going back. I know you saw the marks. You both belong to me.”
“About the job,” Hermione said, trying to even out her breathing. Snape’s possessive streak made her heart race.
“So you have no qualms being the slaves of a vampire?”
“Well, it’s a little unsettling to think about it that way but-“ Hermione shrugged, not having the words to express her feelings.
“You don’t even wonder how this works?” Snape asked in amusement.
“Please,” Draco said with a sneer. “You honestly think she didn’t read every book the library had on the subject?”
Snape laughed then, a deep rich booming laughter than made both teenagers shudder in pleasure. “It’s good to see that some things don’t change. Come. We’ll go to my house and discuss our business arrangement.”
They couldn’t have disobeyed if they had wanted to. The truth was that they did know exactly what they were getting into. Snape had been a little mysterious when he’d first unveiled his offer. He’d told them about having jobs for them both, dangerous and exciting ones that guaranteed them money and security for the future. But it was the vampire that had intrigued them. In order to get the jobs, they had to become the slaves of a vampire. They’d balked at first, but after reading several books, they realized that slave to a vampire meant being consorts and that didn’t sound bad at all. Yes, they had to obey, even if it was to their detriment, but vampires rarely let their consorts come to harm. Learning that Snape was the vampire, a man both trusted despite his rather shady past, had sealed the deal. Of course, the lure of power and freedom and a safe way to get high didn’t hurt either.
Getting up proved painful and they were surprised that the vampire merely stood there and allowed them to get a hold of themselves. They cried out in shock as Snape grabbed their hands and took a step forward. The scene changed immediately, his house coming into full view. How had they traveled there so fast without the uneasy jolt of apparition?
“I must say that vampire travel is superior to that of wizards,” Snape said, his lips quirked in an amused grin at their confusion. “It allows us to hunt silently. Of course, now that I have you both, I have no need to hunt.”
“I’m not sure we’ll have enough blood to keep you fed,” Hermione whispered.
Snape smirked. “I only need to feed about once a week. Half a feeding from both of you won’t be a hardship and your bodies will adjust. It’s part of the consort magic. It ensures that I have fresh untainted blood… and you’ll have the benefits awarded to a consort.”
They shivered in anticipation. Unlimited pleasure, enhanced power, access to blood that could allow them to speak with their souls, and protection was just the start. There was also the amazing sex and the support they’d need to forge ahead in the new world.
“Inside,” Snape ordered.
They obeyed, both taking a seat on the sofa when he motioned to it. He disappeared to the kitchen, returning moments later with a tea service and finger sandwiches. Famished, they dug in. They’d been passed out in the forest since morning. It was a wonder that nothing had come across them. The sudden thought of the danger they’d unwittingly put themselves in made them pause and put their food down.
“Yes, I wondered when that would dawn on you,” Snape mused, perching in the chair across from them. “No need to dwell on it. That danger has passed but I would caution you in the future. The venom of a vampire will repel almost anything, which is why consorts are guaranteed protection. But some creatures care not for the warning. Proceed with care.”
“Venom?” Hermione squeaked.
“Not enough to turn,” Snape amended. “But enough to visibly mark, to create a scent difference, to signify that you are mine for eternity.”
“So we smell differently?” Draco asked quietly.
Snape nodded. “And the minute amount of venom in your veins allows me to find you wherever you are, for you have a part of me inside you that won’t go away. I can sense your feelings and your thoughts with it. Vampire venom does not degrade or break down in the system like blood does. You might also notice new abilities as the time goes by, like the ability to see in the dark.”
“That would be useful when searching for ingredients in the dark,” Draco mused.
“Indeed,” Snape said. “And that brings us to the business part of this contract. I’ve sensed your doubts young ones. Have no fear. My proposition is legitimate. I’ve already filed the necessary papers to begin distribution. We need only a name and a face.”
“Phoenix Concoctions,” Hermione said.
“And why that name?” Snape asked curiously.
“The Phoenix is a symbol of resurrection. How many previously dead professors start potions businesses?”
Snape chuckled. “And I suppose it has nothing to do with Draco redeeming himself or you stepping out of the shadow of your bespectacled friend.”
“I was never in Harry’s shadow,” Hermione said. “But Malfoy can claim his redemption if he likes.”
Draco snorted and set down his tea. “As irritating as the explanation is, I do like the name. It’s exotic but not ostentatious and there is no alluding to the Slytherins or the Dark Lord. So, now we have a name and my handsome face, what else do we need?”
“Ingredients,” Snape said. “Healing potions, the best and most sought after ones, are precarious to make, often requiring tools made from precious metals and ingredients that can only be bought through approved buyers or off the black market, or harvested one’s self.”
“Harvesting restricted ingredients is illegal,” Hermione said with a slight frown. “You said nothing would land us in Azkaban.”
“I said if you didn’t choose to do it,” Snape said pointedly. “Therefore, if you wish to remain completely legitimate and off the radar of the aurors, the black market also is out.”
“Not to mention the shady quality of the ingredients,” Draco mumbled.
“Precisely,” Snape said. “However, we have a limited cash flow. So, in order to procure the most expensive of our ingredients, we must harvest something equally valuable that is not restricted.”
“Are there such ingredients?” Hermione asked, eyes wide with interest. Even now, when her morals were completely fucked, she did love to learn new things.
“Of course there are,” Snape scoffed. “You should know the value of some, Miss Granger, since you stole them from my stores.”
Hermione cringed, remembering the boomslang skin she’d nicked from his stores her second year. “Can you not call me Miss Granger, Professor? It makes me feel like I’m twelve again.”
Snape smirked. “Then you must call me Severus… or Master if you prefer.”
“S-severus,” she whispered, letting the name roll off of her tongue.
His eyes flickered indigo for a moment before he nodded. “The most expensive ingredients are those that are too dangerous for just anyone to go trouncing about to harvest. Rarer still are those collected for potions where it is required that the donor not be harmed during the harvest, like dragon’s claw trimmings and scales or acromantula venom.”
Hermione shuddered hard. “How do you not harm a dragon when you remove its scales?”
“Dragons shed annually,” Draco cut in. “The perfect time to harvest scales is when the old ones are starting to loosen. They haven’t lost their magical properties but it doesn’t damage the dragon should they be removed. The only problem is that dragons never willingly part with any part of their body.”
“And that is what makes those ingredients so valuable,” Snape finished. “I was not lying when I said that your jobs would be dangerous. However, it is necessary to risk a little in the beginning for a gain at the end.”
“Can’t you get them?” Hermione asked, feeling a bit stupid for being such a ninny about it.
“If they actually slept during the night, I would,” Snape said.
“Dragons shed in the spring, Granger,” Draco said with a sigh. “Which would make now the perfect time to harvest them. However, their eggs are getting ready to hatch now so they remain vigilant at night when all the scavengers come out and sleep during the day. It would be suicide to try and obtain the scales during the night time.”
“Seems like suicide to try it during the day,” she murmured and then huffed. “How did I not know about all of this?”
“Because you were just looking for ways for Potter to defeat the beasts,” Snape said with a smirk that made her blush. “However, you might want to reacquaint yourself with the knowledge of dragons, their scales, and their uses in potions. I’m afraid the season for harvest is now. Without them, we’ll not have enough to get started and I dare not ask Lucius for a loan.”
Draco sniffed at the glare Snape gave him. “It was a last resort. How long do we have to get the scales?”
“A week at the most,” Snape said. “I believe that if anyone can get the scales, you two can. You were trained in two very different forms of magic and you both fought in the war. That means you have reflexes and a sixth sense that most other gathers don’t have. Now you just need knowledge. Take what you need from my library. Study. Prepare. But get the scales before the Easter holiday is over or we’ll have to postpone this venture until after summer when the next rare ingredient comes along.”
“Which is?” Hermione asked.
“Basilisk skin,” Snape breathed.
Hermione gasped and shuddered, remembering the terror of being petrified and unable to move. Draco put an arm around her and drew her closer. She sank into him, silently taking the offered comfort while Snape looked on with a pensive look.
“I think you two need something to take the edge off,” he breathed, producing a long needle from thin air.
They gasped as he conjured two tiny slips of paper. Then he pierced his finger, placing a dot of his blood on each before licking the wound clean and vanishing the needle. He crooked his finger, motioning for them to kneel at his feet. He gave them each a gentle chaste kiss before setting the paper on their tongues. The second the blood made contact, their worlds spun into a tangent they’d never experienced before.
And they never wanted to leave.
AN: Sorry to disappoint... or not... but there be no bonding or binding here. *evil grin* (though you are right, I do love it) *sigh* I just finished a trilogy that made me cry for six chapters and half an hour afterwards. I want to write like that. But as always, I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed (and those that don't but read anyway). They keep me going when I realize just how far I need to go. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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