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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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The War Is Not Over
By Rita Skeeter
I am saddened and dismayed to report that the second wizarding war is not over, my dear readers. It will never be over until we as a whole set aside our differences and move forward. Just last night, two of Hogwarts first ever eighth years were viciously attacked in Hogsmeade for nothing more than walking through it. Several people witnessed the heir to the Malfoy fortune, Draco Malfoy, and the brightest witch of the age, Hermione Granger, in a violent battle for their lives against opponents that wore the cloaks of the Wisengamot. Why do you ask? Well, this reporter has discovered that the Wisengamot is not pleased with the new dragon legislation that the pair is backing with the help of none other than the savior of the wizarding world, Harry Potter.
“Okay, I can’t read anymore,” Hermione groaned and threw the paper down. “She dropped enough names in the first paragraph to make me nauseous.”
Draco chuckled and continued reading, murmuring the good bits for amusement. “How exactly does one have an unmitigated hatred of all regulations stemming from pureblood activists?”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Considering that key members of the Wisengamet are also supposedly in league with muggleborn supremacists to create a reverse great war? Not really far-fetched, is it?”
“She’s making it sound like the muggleborns are going to retaliate.”
Hermione sighed. “Keep reading. Master said she smoothed it out in the end.”
Draco hummed. “Spike the emotions of both sides and see who comes forward to mediate.”
“And who crawls out of the cracks.”
Draco chuckled. “True Slytherin.”
Hermione sighed. “She even managed to completely outline the dragon proposal so the public could back it. I should be used to this by now.”
Draco chuckled. “You signed up for life, baby.”
She growled. “Watch it weasel.”
Draco narrowed his eyes but said nothing. She quirked a brow and continued reading the book that her Master had owled that afternoon. Her punishment would happen tonight and she was trying to take her mind off of it. The rest of the day had passed agonizingly slow. Everyone stared at her and though she was in a mild drunken sex sated haze, it wore on her. But what did they expect? No one was the same after a war. No one.
“So according to the book that is more interesting than me, what is the next assignment?”
“Roc feathers.”
Draco blinked and then shook his head. “Sorry, I thought you said Roc.”
Hermione sighed. “I did.”
“But that’s impossible. The last known Roc died centuries ago.”
“Hence a reference to a second book I picked up in the library regarding time travel.”
“Time travel?”
She nodded and tossed him the other book. “Looks like we’ll be harvesting items so rare that they don’t even exist anymore.”
Draco whistled and started flipping through the book. “You’ve got to hand it to the man. He knows his market. There are dozens of substitutes for Roc feathers but none have quite the same potency.”
Hermione hummed as she continued reading about the extinct mythological bird. “Most of the potions were dark but there were a few healing potions that are in desperate need after the war.”
“The one known potion to reverse the effects of the cruciatis curse.”
“Neville would be interested in that one,” Hermione said thoughtfully. “But I’m not sure he could afford it.”
“No one ever said we couldn’t do some charity work,” Draco said thoughtfully.
Hermione almost dropped her book. Did Draco just talk about charity work?
“Oh don’t look so shocked. Charity work would quickly build the right kind of reputation for our business.”
She smirked. “Of course.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “I do have a heart, you know.”
She subconsciously rubbed her arm where the scars had disappeared. “Yeah.”
Draco glared at her. “If our Master weren’t due any moment, I’d fuck you blind.”
“I need her eyesight in proper working order, thank you,” Snape drawled as he appeared in the room.
“Master,” Hermione whispered.
He smirked. “You already know.”
She nodded and gulped. “I didn’t mean to disobey you.”
Snape nodded. “I know. McGonagall has told me all about it.”
“S-she did?” Hermione stuttered.
Snape nodded and glided across the room to caress her cheek. “She’s proud of you for standing up for yourself, if not the language you used. Apparently your outburst has inspired several other students to seek counseling.”
Hermione blinked in shock. “I didn’t think-“
Snape held up a hand. “You have more influence than you think, pet. It can only help us. Now, the other bit of news I bring. The article has caused a small uprising. I must say, Skeeter has never written such an inspiring piece. Both sides are scrambling to start negotiations for fear that another war will break out. I feel that rifts will start mending much faster.”
“And the Wisengamot?” Draco asked flatly.
Snape smirked. “Is being investigated heavily. Your dragon legislation will be tried in front of half of the wizarding world now. I do hope you are up to the task, pet.”
Draco nodded firmly. “I’ve studied that blasted piece of legislation so much I can recite it word for word backwards. I’m ready.”
“Good,” Snape said, stoking Draco’s cheek in the process. “It will be exhilarating to watch you in action. If you do well, a reward might be in order. But we’ll discuss that later. Punishment now.”
Hermione cringed and held out her hand for her Master to take. She’d earned it and the fact that she was so accepting of her fate didn’t chafe as much as she thought it would. She was getting much too used to being a slave. How would she feel in ten years? Her heart skipped a beat at the thought. She was… anxious at the thought. It was a feeling she hadn’t felt before and she was having a hard time tamping it down.
Snape caressed her face and smiled softly, which threw her off a bit. “All will be well, pet. Trust me.”
Warmth bubbled in her stomach and she calmed. She’d be fine.
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She whimpered as Snape looped a rope around her neck. She knew that he’d never purposefully hurt her but having a practical noose around one’s neck was nerve racking. He’d already clamped her nipples and they were throbbing painfully. Draco had stripped and was watching patiently from the bed as he slowly wanked himself. She didn’t have it so easy. She’d stripped and knelt, crying out when Snape immediately pinched her nipples until they were painfully hard.
He hadn’t said a word since the clamps had been applied and she was getting scared. It wasn’t enough to tell him to stop but it was making her heart race at an uncomfortable pace. The ropes slapped her back as Snape tied a knot behind her neck. It was snug enough to get her attention but not tight enough to cut off her air. He walked around and reached through her kneeling legs to grab the slack. She squeaked in shock when he pulled the slack tight. The rope had slid through her arse and brushed almost painfully against her already swollen pussy. Snape chuckled and threaded the rope through the loop around her neck. It tightened down but he moved the rope just to the sides of her windpipe so it wouldn’t cut off her air. He also made sure that they weren’t on her jugulars. No sense in making her pass out before her punishment was over.
He began threading the ends front to back, crossing over her breasts before coming back in the middle. When he was finished, it made a diamond pattern that framed and bisected her breasts. The taut rope lifted them and bit into the soft flesh underneath. The pain and anticipation was making her drip juices onto the floor in between her straining legs. She knew better than to move or try to rub her legs together but this was hardly a punishment… yet.
Snape continued down, repeating the bisecting diamond pattern which ended in what felt like a bow at her lower back just above the crack of her arse. The pattern cut into her sides and along her ribcage, framing her arse just below the bow. Snape summoned a mirror and allowed her to study the work. It was simple and yet intricate… beautiful.
“I knew you’d look good in ropes,” Snape said smoothly. “Don’t you think so, Draco?”
Draco moaned as he rubbed himself, trying desperately to remain slow and steady so he wouldn’t come without his Master’s permission. Snape looked at her sternly, reminding her in no uncertain terms that she was not allowed to move. He walked around and grabbed her arms, placing them at the bow and tying them to the binding with another length of rope that bit slightly into her wrists. Then he tied her ankles and attached them to her hands and then the bow. If she were to try and move too much, she’d fall over.
“Now for your punishment,” Snape said softly before slipping a ball gag in her mouth. “Stay.”
All she could do was breathe through the small hole in the ball as he stalked across the room toward a glassy eyed Draco. He slowly shed his clothes and she swore it was to tease her further. He knew she couldn’t stand to just watch and not touch herself. She had a feeling that most of her punishments in the future would involve this sort of torture. It was sadly effective and her legs were already aching from their position. How long would she have to stay here?
Snape crawled on the bed and forced Draco on his knees. Their bodies faced sideways from Hermione on the floor. At that angle, she’d be able to see Snape’s cock sinking into Draco’s willing body. Draco’s cock was already red and angry, just begging to come. Snape took his time preparing Draco, his long slick digits slowly plunging in and out. Draco moaned with every entrance, his hips twisting and tilting to try and take more of the fingers he was craving.
Hermione was in hell. She wanted nothing more than to reach between her legs and relieve the painful throbbing there. There was a puddle between them and her tiny shifts to relieve the pressure made the ropes threaded on the outer lips of her pussy chafe. Snape had obviously spelled the ropes so they wouldn’t brush against her clit because no amount of wiggling would do much more than make the ropes slide back and forth against the sides of her lips.
Snape had apparently had enough preparation because he jerked back and impaled Draco with enough force to make the latter go flat on the mattress. Draco moaned pitifully and begged for more, wiggling his arse for more. Snape started a brutal pace, jerking Draco up to arch against him, blond hair cascading down Snape’s back and mingling with the jet black tendrils. Draco howled and trembled, trying to hold back for his Master.
“Come, pet,” Snape purred.
Draco didn’t need any more convincing. He came so hard that his eyes rolled in the back of his head. Ropes of cum shot forcefully from his purpling cock, some traveling just mere inches from Hermione. She couldn’t reach it though. She couldn’t tilt forward at all or the ropes would cut painfully into her legs. Besides, there was no telling what Snape would do if she disobeyed. She’d escaped without a painful spanking this time… maybe. She didn’t want to push it.
“Such a good pet,” Snape purred, reaching down to milk Draco’s cock for the last drop.
It dribbled over his long fingers and he stuck them in his mouth, humming in appreciation. Tears pooled in Hermione’s eyes when Snape pulled his fingers away and bared his fangs. She’d never had this vantage point before and it hurt, but she couldn’t pinpoint why. It wasn’t jealousy per say. It was almost… longing? She wanted those fangs in her neck.
Snape moved Draco’s hair and sank deep in his neck. Draco’s flagging cock immediately came to full attention, almost angrier than before. Snape rode him hard, sipping delicately at his neck. It was the most beautiful heart breaking thing Hermione had ever seen. She wanted to be there. After what seemed like an eternity, Snape pulled free and twisted his hips. Draco howled a second release, his cock spluttering so forcefully that a drop of cum hit Hermione’s thigh. It was still warm and she whimpered around the gag, trying to remain still. She didn’t want to disappoint her Master but she was at her breaking point.
Snape roared his release, pumping his hips into Draco until the last of his climax abated and the indigo faded from his eyes. Draco slumped to the bed, his eyes fluttering before he fell into a peaceful sated sleep. Snape pulled out and cleaned them both up before biting his finger and sealing the marks on Draco’s neck. Then he pulled the sleeping teen into his arms and tucked him lovingly into bed. The tears that had clouded her vision were now flowing freely down her cheeks. To see such a tender gesture made her heart thud painfully in her chest. She’d though it was just sex and power between them but it looked like it was much more for Snape. And though she’d never admit it out loud, it was starting to become that way for her too. Could she actually… love… her Master and fellow slave? She didn’t want to think about it though. Too painful.
Snape slowly stalked across the room, his inky black eyes focused on her. She tried to stop crying but the tears came harder as Snape knelt and studied her, purposefully keeping back just enough that she couldn’t brush against him. Her body started shaking from strain, pain, and emotions that she refused to acknowledge. He sighed and reached out to place his hand on her head.
“Draco is actually making better progress than you at this point, pet.”
Her head shot up in question, hurt clear in her eyes.
Snape nodded. “He’s admitted his weakness and is starting to embrace his emotions. You, on the other hand, are taking the ostrich way out, burying your head in the sand until you explode with rage. I had thought you had a breakthrough when you screamed at the entire hall, but I can feel the emotions being locked down in your mind. You refuse to feel anymore.”
She closed her eyes in shame. Emotions hurt. She didn’t want to feel anymore, at least not like she had in the past. The pleasure high from drugs, alcohol, and gratuitous amounts of sex was one thing. The rawness of the rest was just too much to deal with. She didn’t want to be attached to anyone else. Attachments were dangerous.
“I thought you had realized that I wasn’t going anywhere,” Snape said sadly, walking around to untie her hands and feet. “Staying in a constant state of numbness is not good for anyone. Take it from someone who knows. When I lost… Lily… I vowed to never feel again. Slowly, those feelings of numbness turned to anger. I lashed out at anyone and everyone who managed to get close. Some deserved it. Others did not. I was a miserable bitter old man before I realized what happened to me. My sire saw that inside me, saw my potential, and turned me. You know the rest. I have no wish for you to follow my path, pet. But I know of no other way to get you to understand.”
Hermione cried out around the gag as he quickly spun her over his lap and laid out ten fast hard swats directly to her cheeks over the rope. Each blow landed just a bit closer to her entrance and shifted the ropes painfully.
“Your punishment will not end tonight until you break. I will rip you apart until there isn’t a trace of your former self left. Your magic already turned. Your emotions need to be torn apart as well. But rest assured, I’ll put you back together again, my pet. You will be beautiful again, both inside and out. And you’ll be stronger for it. No more dependencies, though I won’t begrudge you drink or drugs. But I will no longer stand for them to be a crutch. They’ll be a temporary escape for fun and nothing else.”
He began raining down blows again, peppering her backside with so many blows that she lost count. Her arse burned and stung to the point that she felt light headed. The pain shifted somehow that she couldn’t explain and she felt like she was floating on a cloud. It was so disconcerting at comforting at the same time. She had no idea that Snape could take her here without the use of his blood. Maybe… maybe he could help her.
The second she thought that, he stopped. She was righted so quickly that she almost fell over. Snape pulled the clamps off of her nipples and the blood rushing back focused her again. He kneaded the abused tips before suckling them in turn. She moaned at the sensation and hissed when he bit each one. Her pussy throbbed painfully but she knew better than to ask to come. He wouldn’t allow it. Not yet.
He picked her up like she weighed nothing and threw her over his shoulder. The ropes bit painfully into her abused arse and she squawked in pain. He quickly smacked her arse in reprimand and began carrying her out of the room.
“You’ll not wake up your mate.”
She frowned and stilled. Mate?
Snape laughed, a deep rich baritone that echoed against the walls. “Yes you heard correctly. You are both my pets but as I cannot reproduce, you will become mates. You expressed wishes to have children. I have hope that one day we’ll have a large, if unconventional family.”
Family? Her mind spun into a whirlwind. Draco had been joking about knocking her up but she hadn’t heard Snape speak much on it. The thought of having a family with them in the future was enough to make her turbulent emotions sputter to a stop. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Agreements and contracts and power plays, those she could deal with. But this… she’d practically lost her family after the war. Her parents had told her in no uncertain terms to not contact them. They’d contact her when they were ready. She hadn’t heard a word since so she’d respect their wishes and stayed away. Could she have another?
She didn’t have time to think about it as Snape sat her down on the hardwood floor in a bedroom down the hall. He snapped his fingers and ice cubes appeared. He immediately applied them to her swollen nipples. She cried out in shock and pain. The temperature change had her pussy seizing up on itself but it wasn’t enough.
“Looks like you need to cool off,” Snape said smugly.
The water from the melted ice dripped down her overheated body, making goose bumps break out. Just when she thought she’d gotten used to it, Snape upped the ante. He licked the water from her body, the surprising warmth of his tongue making her shiver violently.
“Still too hot,” Snape said quietly.
She didn’t have time to brace. He quickly put both cubes in his hand and reached between her thighs, applying them to her nether lips with a force that took her breath away. She had no chance to get used to it before he quickly found her opening and shoved them up her pussy. She cramped immediately, the frigidity of the cubes against the scorching heat of her channel almost painful. Water poured out of her and soaked her calves.
“Cooled off yet?”
She panted harshly as the last of the cubes melted and slid out. She’d never experienced that in her life and she wasn’t wholly certain she didn’t love it just a little. She was a shuddering, panting, soaking mess and she’d never felt higher. Snape smirked and shoved his fingers up her cunt, scissoring them back and forth. She keened and tried to thrust her hips forward but almost fell over and had to stop.
Snape chuckled. “Still a little warm.”
She tried to brace herself as more ice cubes were inserted but there was just no preparing for the kind of pain that the extreme temperature change made. Two more ice cubes appeared on her nipples with a few murmured words and she shivered so hard she thought she might break her spine. Snape swept her calves out from under her and placed her flat on her back.
“Trust,” Snape purred, “is the most important aspect of any Master/slave relationship. Do you trust me?”
She blinked back tears and nodded.
Snape hummed. “Yes, with your body undoubtedly but do you trust me with your heart?”
Her heart clinched painfully. She wasn’t sure. She didn’t know. She hadn’t had time to analyze it. She… she hadn’t let herself. All emotions were currently categorized, analyzed, and stuffed into a tiny box so as to avoid facing them. She knew what she felt but she refused to feel it anymore. This was what Snape was pulling at, that box that would break her apart.
Snape nodded and snapped his fingers, some sort of liquid appeared. He poured it over her body in swirling patterns. It didn’t run like normal liquid. Perhaps he’d spelled it that way. Then he snapped his fingers and a flame appeared. Her heart leapt out of her throat. The ice cubes were so cold they made her nipples ache but the ones in her channel had slipped out, melted too far to stay. Snape used one hand to stuff more in, causing the cramping feeling to return. This time he didn’t stop at two. He practically filled her full, the cold completely encompassing her. Then he lowered the flame to her body. It flashed over her skin in brilliant burning pain. She screamed around the gag until Snape doused the flame with a brush of his fingers. It had only been alight for a few seconds at the most but the contrasting pain and heat took her breath away.
He repeated the process several times, each with a different pattern and intensity. She couldn’t catch her breath or think or even feel. Her body had completely floated away, leaving her with her emotions. She couldn’t keep them bottled up any longer and they came spilling out in great heaving sobs. She did care for Snape. He’d protected her, saved her, helped her. She cared for Draco too as much more than a friend. The thought of not being with him any longer as a result of the Ministry vote almost made her want to vomit. And Snape… no she wouldn’t survive. She’d break apart in tiny little pieces.
She was breaking now. She could feel it. But she was scared to embrace it. What if Snape grew tired of her or Draco? What if Draco grew tired of her? It wasn’t like they wouldn’t get bored. She wasn’t the most interesting person in the universe. What if they decided they didn’t want a woman any longer? She might be too fragile for the future.
Snape vanished the liquid and ice, banishing the fire at the same time. “Our bond is for life, pet. I wouldn’t enter into anything so life changing as this before making absolutely sure that it was what I wanted. And I know you and Draco did the same. Is it us you’re afraid of… or yourself?”
Sobs wracked her body. She was damaged goods. It was herself she was afraid of. What if…
“No more what ifs,” Snape said soothingly. “We’re all intelligent, mature adults. Any problems that arise can be discussed in this fashion. If you grow tired of the arrangement, there is nothing that says we can’t take another lover on from time to time, male or female. I refuse to expand the bond, but I won’t begrudge you experimentation and exploration. If our bond works like the others, we’ll have a very, very long time to be together. I want you to live your life to the fullest, not restrict it.”
The box opened and she let it all out, every fear and thought and feeling. Snape sat stoically through it all, even taking the ball gag out of her mouth so she could cry properly. It was cathartic. And the fact that Draco wasn’t here was making it easier to give in. She wasn’t sure why but it was what she needed. Snape had known that.
“Th-thank you,” she croaked.
Snape hummed. “Now for your reward.”
He slowly undid her ropes, rubbing each red mark lovingly. She had to admit, the marks were beautiful. She was curious as to what Draco’s pale white skin would look like with them.
Snape chuckled. “Perhaps I’ll punish him with this next time.”
She smiled shyly and allowed him to continue removing the ropes. When he was done, he picked her up and sat her on the nearby bed.
“A little different reward for you, I believe.”
She gasped as he began kissing and licking every inch of her body, worshiping her like she was the most precious person in the whole world. Logically, she knew he held Draco in the same regard. But he was doing this to make a point. She’d always wanted it rough and hard so she could just feel the pleasure and not the emotions. He was going to make her feel them this time. She wasn’t going to get a choice.
Tears continued to flow, soaking the pillow beneath her as he paid attention to every part of her before kissing his way back up and engaging her in the slowest sensual kiss she’d ever had. He explored her mouth, swishing his tongue to savor the flavor. He tasted like sin and desire and Draco. She gave up and let him take it all. His fingers flexed on her arse, making the marks sting and pulse. She arched into him and moaned, enjoying it. He pulled back and kissed is way down her neck to her breasts and lavished them with attention.
Just when she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore, he moved lower, kissing a line to her clenching entrance. Then slowly, so slowly, he kissed her clit. She couldn’t help it. The delicate touch sent her over so hard she saw stars. He chuckled darkly at her embarrassed flush and suckled harder. She gasped for air as he plunged his tongue inside, the coolness from the cubes replaced with the searing warmth of his tongue. The contrast sent her over again but he didn’t let her come down. He slid his fingers inside and kept his tongue flicking her clit until she seized up and came again.
After too long, he moved and allowed her to breathe, kissing his way up as she came down. Then he kissed her again and slid inside of her in one thrust. Her legs came up around him automatically, making her arse brush the sheets. He moved slowly, allowing her to feel every inch of him. She was still crying, her emotions frayed and raw. She’d never felt so out of control before but she was becoming used to it. She trusted him. He’d put her back together.
She wasn’t sure how long he’d fucked her, slow, fast, slow, rough, gentle, rough again, slow again, and back to fast. She wasn’t sure how many times she’d come. Every inch of her body ached and begged for more. He slowed his thrusts again and pulled back, summoning a dildo from somewhere. She gasped as he prepared her arse, his cock still massaging her aching walls. Then he slid the dildo in slowly, filling her to brimming. She’d never felt so full and the sensation sent her over again. She almost lost consciousness with the force of it.
“Not yet,” Snape whispered, baring his fangs.
Her heart skipped a beat and she arched her neck as far as it would go. He grinned at her and sank them deep. The surge of pleasure sent her over again. The room spun and dimmed as he moved faster. He was thrusting into her so hard that her head almost slammed into the headboard. The only thing keeping her in place was Snape’s arm looped around her shoulders. He pulled deeply from her neck and plunged in again, keeping time with the dildo in her arse. She opened her mouth in a silent scream as she climaxed so hard that she couldn’t breathe. Just as the world dimmed so far she could scarcely see, Snape snarled in completion. Bright indigo eyes looked down at her almost lovingly as she fell into a deep sated sleep.

AN: I hope this makes up for my absense. I wrote this on a 6 hour long road trip to drop my kiddos off at the grandparents. I was sick as a dog. Please excuse typos and general delerium. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. They keep me going. Don't give up on me. I won't quit. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... Love you guys!
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