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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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“So are you going to tell me why you disappeared for a bloody week without so much as a note?” Harry growled as Hermione eased onto the bench the following morning.
“No,” she said quietly, willing her head to stop spinning.
“You disappear with Malfoy for a week and you tell no one,” Ginny said slowly. “I know you two have been agreeable lately but come on. Does that sound like yourself?”
Everyone at the table turned to stare at her. Hermione couldn’t help it. The change in her magic, the realization that she was becoming pliant to her Master without complaint, the knowledge that someday she probably would have Draco’s children, and the anger at the fact that none of her friends save for Harry seemed to realize she’d changed caused her to see red. She stood up so quickly that she upended the bench, taking out poor Nevil and a few fourth years sitting at the end.
“It sounds exactly like myself,” she exploded. “Because no one in this bloody place seems to know or care who the fuck I’ve become. I’m not the same. I’ll never be the same and you can bet your arse that I don’t want to be the same.” She raised her voice for the benefit of the entire hall. “And if anyone has a fucking problem with me they can bloody well come at me!”
She was startled when the slow clap began, spinning around to see a smirking Draco on his feet and applauding. “Well done, Granger.”
She huffed and gave him a two finger salute before storming out of the Hall. Her Master would not be pleased that she had skipped breakfast, especially since he had given them both strict orders to eat a nutritious meal as soon as the blood wore off. She smacked her lips, realizing that the dry mouth was terrible. Her fingers twitched and she felt more irritable than she’d felt since before she’d agreed to become a slave. She wasn’t sure what was happening to her but she hated it.
“It’s the blood.”
She stopped and spun, wand out ready to strike before she realized who had addressed her. Lavender was scrunched up in an alcove just outside the main hall looking pitiful as usual but maybe just a tad less worn. Hermione sighed and shook her head, holstering her wand.
“Sorry, Lavender.”
Lavender shrugged. “It’s okay. I get it. The blood is getting to you.”
She frowned. “I… pardon?”
Lavender gave her a sad smile. “You’ve become a junkie.”
Hermione snorted. “Blood, alcohol, sex, drugs, adrenaline, mischief, plotting. Lavender, I don’t think I’ll ever be anything but a junkie.”
Lavender cocked her head, studying her with those yellow tinted blue eyes, almost green now she supposed. It made Hermione feel a bit like a bug under a microscope, though she didn’t feel threatened. It had taken a few days to get used to Lavender’s new quirks. Gone was the bubbly girl who thought Trelawney was Merlin’s gift to the wizarding world and was certain that her tea leaves predicted the loss of her precious rabbit. In her place was a shell, a victim of a cruel war no one should have needed to fight. But she was slowly coming around, not the same as before, but more comfortable in her own skin at least.
“Eventually you’ll have a regulated supply,” Lavender said quietly. “And the withdrawals won’t be so bad.”
“And when I want to have children?”
Lavender looked at her like she’d just swallowed a bug. It was a strange question, she supposed. But that thought was the first one in her brain and she seemed to be without a filter this morning. Snape had said that she’d be able to come clean in order to have a child or two. That she was thinking about it now proved that she was not in her right mind.
“I suppose he’ll release you,” Lavender said.
Hermione’s stomach dropped. “You mean… he-he’ll have to remove th-the marks?”
Lavender shook her head. “The way I understand it, if you’re in the type of relationship that you’re in, he’ll have the ability to control what his blood does to you. Sure, it works like a drug for everyone. His kind have been killed and drained for centuries for that very purpose. But beyond that, he controls the other attributes, the increased speed, strength, stamina, senses, health, even prolonging your life to near immortality so long as he lives.”
Hermione had an extremely difficult time picking her jaw up off the floor but she just managed it. “How… I’ve never read or heard…”
Lavender shrugged. “Ferdinand insists on a full education before I make my decision. He said he didn’t want me to end up like your… person. He said that some secrets are best left to his kind. Well, just imagine what would happen if everyone knew…”
Hermione’s stomach turned and she was hard pressed not to vomit. If everyone knew how powerful vampires truly were, Snape would be hunted and imprisoned by any means necessary. And in turn, she and Draco would be exploited in order to get what they wanted. She shuddered and sat down on the ground hard. Draco appeared beside her a few moments later.
“You okay, Granger?”
She shook her head. “Not really.”
He sighed. “Come on then. Up to our rooms.”
“Our?” she questioned.
“When is the last time you actually stayed in your room without a sealing spell from McGonagall?”
She frowned. “Surely I have before.”
He chuckled and picked her up off the ground. “Coming Lavender? I have a feeling that I’ve missed something.”
Lavender nodded and followed along obediently.
“No twitching and dry mouth for you then?” Hermione asked Draco bitterly.
Draco grimaced. “I’m just better at hiding it.”
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“So let me get this straight,” Draco said after Lavender had gone in great depth about vampire attributes. “Our Master has the ability to control what his blood does to us. And yet he’s chosen to make us suffer.”
Lavender shook her head. “You’re not in a conventional slave relationship. I know he covered this with you two. Most relationships begin secluded for several months while blood is exchanged and… and… well, you basically shag like nifflers. It solidifies the bond. Surely you’ve noticed that he’s better at interpreting your feelings now.”
Hermione nodded from her perch on the bed. Snape hadn’t mistaken one of their moods in a while.
“So we’re basically in a full on withdrawal because we haven’t had a holiday fuck-fest?” Draco growled and stormed around the room in a huff.
Lavender shrugged. “It’s not like he can do anything about it. It’s daylight.”
“Point to Lavender,” Hermione said with a small smile when Draco deflated.
“Whatever,” Draco growled. “Is there a way around it? I can hardly stand myself.”
“What did you do the first time you consumed the blood?” Lavender asked curiously.
“Smoked,” Hermione answered. “We weren’t allowed to do anything else. But he didn’t put that restriction on us this time.”
“Point to Granger!” Draco crowed and dug through his wardrobe until he produced a pack of fags and a small flask of muggle whiskey. “This ought to do the trick.”
“You do realize that you’ll have to go to class,” Lavender said quietly.
Draco snorted. “Not the first time we’ve been completely pissed. Besides, this isn’t enough to do much.”
Lavender shook her head. “You two keep forgetting. The blood takes you back to zero tolerance. Just… don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
The couple watched her show herself out and then lit up, coughing madly.
“Damn,” Draco said, still sputtering a bit. “If we keep drinking that blood, we’ll never be able to finish a bottle or even a fag again!”
Hermione shrugged and took a swig, wheezing a bit at the burn. “Cheaper bar tab.”
Draco laughed and switched with her. “Here we are, about to be billionaires on our own merit, and you’re worried about bloody money.”
“We’re not there yet,” Hermione warned. “We still have to get that legislature passed.”
Draco nodded somberly and handed her the flask. “Suppose we should lay low for a while, bide our time and watch, keep other reporters from getting suspicious. Now I wish I’d read my paper before I came to get you. All I got to see were the reactions of the staff, which was shock and outrage, on your behalf I’m sure.”
“Well, it would be only natural for us to be a bit out of sorts after being attacked, right?”
He grinned and took a drag. “More Slytherin every day, baby.”
She growled and chunked the flask at him. “Call me baby one more time, Draco Malfoy, and I’ll make sure your cock is as limp as a noodle for the rest of your life!”
He swiftly ducked and then pinned her to the bed, the fag long forgotten and currently scorching the floor. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me,” she said in a menacing voice.
He smirked. “Then you won’t be getting any babies.”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t want any right now.” She smirked. “Besides. There are plenty of cocks in the sea. I’m sure Charlie wouldn’t mind stepping up.”
His nostrils flared and he swiftly spread her knees with his own. “You’re funeral, Granger. Master would never allow it. So you’re going to eventually get used to your nickname.”
“Fine,” she said softly. “Then you should know I’m going to start calling you weasel. And whenever I’m coming so hard I’m seeing stars, it’ll be weasel spilling from my lips from now on.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You think so.”
She nodded curtly. “You can’t stop it.”
He quirked a brow and pulled his knee up to rub against her cloth covered mound. “Care to test that theory?”
She stuck her nose in the air. “Do your worst, weasel.”
Draco exhaled harshly through his nose, making it flare like a bull before he jerked her head to the side and bit down. She howled in pleasure and writhed under him as he roughly ripped her clothes off. It had been a while since they’d indulged in rougher play, too beat up from previous adventures or strictly forbidden by their Master. In fact, it felt a little wrong do to this now, so used to having their Master with them know. But she needed this. The alcohol and nicotine wasn’t enough.
She struggled to undress him, settling for tearing the buttons off the shirt to get at his abs. Her nails scored his chest as he snacked on her neck. He pulled back with a roar and jerked his trousers loose. Her heart pounded in her chest at his display, creating the most delightful floating feeling. Between the nicotine, alcohol, and adrenaline, the itchy feeling that had been driving her insane all morning was just a dull pulse in the back of her mind.
Once he was free of his clothes, he fell on her again, biting and sucking his way down to her breasts. She hissed and bucked, her fingers trying to find purchase on his clammy skin. Each time she tried to push him over so she could top him, he thwarted her. After about the sixth time of raking her nails down his arms, he grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them above her head. She nipped his lip hard enough to draw blood in retaliation and shivered when his eyes went from silver to black.
He didn’t need words to let her know she was in for it now. His knees somehow worked like a pry bar, spreading her thighs as far as they would go. She winced at the ache and moaned a moment later when he lined his cock up at her entrance. The moan turned into a scream when he sank home in one brutal thrust. He didn’t let her adjust, starting a hard and fast pace that made her head swim. He dove into her mouth, not letting her get more than a few pants worth of air. She could feel the juices sloshing with each brutal stroke. She could have sworn he was hitting her cervix with each one but the pain quickly swelled to overwhelming pleasure.
“You better come right the fuck now,” he snarled as he reached down to flick her clit.
She couldn’t argue with that order. The rawness in his voice combined with just that little bit of extra stimulation had her arching her back off the bed, mouth open in a silent scream. If felt like every muscle in her body had locked up in a tidal wave of pleasure. He threw his head back and shouted his release. His face was beautiful in the candle light, the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure.
He collapsed on top of her in a heap, forcing all the air from her lungs. She struggled for air for a few seconds before he let go of her arms and turned them on their sides. He did not slip free of her, going so far as to clamp her hips to his as they caught their breath.
“Two more and I should be okay,” he panted as they laid there.
She giggled, feeling light as a feather.
He gave her a pointed look. “I’d watch that laugh, little girl. I didn’t hear a weasel one out of that smart mouth of yours.”
She blinked in shock. He’d literally fucked the ability to talk out of her. Damn him.
He smirked. “I’ll demand payment later.”
She rolled her eyes. “Why wait?”
He sighed and rolled his hips making her gasp. “Because as much as I’d love to just stay in your pussy all day, we do have to go to class. I won’t be punished twice.”
She frowned. “Twice?”
“I didn’t see you eat anything.”
She groaned and put her arm over her eyes. “Fuck.”
“Would if I could,” he said in amusement.
She shook her head. “What do you think I’m in for now?”
He shrugged. “Hard to say but I’ll see if I can’t talk him into some nipple clamps and a crop.”
She sighed and scooted closer to kiss him. “Come on. We’ll need to clean those scratches up.”
He chuckled. “I was thinking about wearing short sleeves, actually.”
She rolled her eyes and wiggled loose, groaning when his cock slid free. “Come on you.”
“Anything you say, baby.”
She narrowed her eyes. She’d get him for that later. Right now, she had to avoid adding to her punishment.

AN: Sick days are great, cleaning up projectile vomit aside. Gave me a chance to catch up. As always, thank you everyone for your reviews. They really do keep me going. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. until next time... love you guys!
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