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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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“You seem to be in better spirits this morning,” Harry commented as Hermione sat down to breakfast.
She quirked a brow and poured herself a cup of coffee. “Why do you say that?”
Ron snorted beside him. “Maybe because you aren’t screeching like a harpy?”
She huffed and busied herself by mixing up a bowl of oatmeal and blueberries. As much as her punishment had helped, she didn’t fancy repeating it any time soon. Though Draco had offered, she’d refused him as well. Her emotions were still too raw when they’d woken up in Draco’s bed that morning. She did give him a good morning kiss but she was much too sore to do anything else. He pouted but winced as he shifted and decided a break would be a fantastic idea. The moment brought a smile to her face even now.
“She’s smiling,” Harry said in a mock whisper to Ron. “You might want to run for it.”
“No need,” Hermione said lightly. “Running won’t help.”
Ron blanched and quickly looked down at the table. “Sorry,” he muttered to his eggs.
She smirked and took a sip of her coffee. Yes, a good punishment indeed. She hadn’t felt this relaxed and peaceful in… gosh, she didn’t know. But she wasn’t about to analyze it. For once, she was just going to go with it.
“Budge over,” Draco murmured in her ear before pushing his way onto the bench.
She gasped at the sudden scraping to her already tender bum and glared at him, though it was weak. He merely grinned at her and reached for a scone. Everyone else just stared at him as he poured himself a cup of coffee and started buttering his morning treat.
“I just received word that the proposal will begin Friday morning.”
She nodded and began eating her oatmeal.
“What proposal?” Ginny asked, her eyebrows furrowed so deeply she almost looked to have a unibrow.
Draco sniffed. “I would have thought you’d read it in the papers. A new piece of dragon legislature is being reviewed and I am presenting it.”
Ginny frowned. “Never took you for the type.”
Draco shrugged. “Granger rubbed off on me.”
Hermione almost choked on her coffee when he leaned over and whispered “in more ways than one” in her ear. She managed to just barely swallow before smacking him in the arm. He smirked and took a large bite of his scone, making a show of savoring it. She squirmed in her seat and quickly turned away from him. Arse.
Draco chuckled. “So, Potter, you coming to the presentation? Just your presence alone should be quite the influence.”
Harry pursed his lips and nodded. “Anything to help Charlie.”
“Wait, what?” Ron asked around a mouthful of sausage.
“Some brother you are,” Draco sneered. “Don’t even bother to keep up with your own family.”
Ron turned about five different shades of red as Draco gracefully rose from the table and sauntered out. Hermione rolled her eyes and downed the rest of her coffee before she looked at Ron.
“Charlie helped us with a potion. We’re helping him with legislation to benefit the reserve. And Malfoy is the one who is presenting it to the Wisengamet so you mind your temper, Ronald.”
With that, she got up and walked out as gracefully as she could. She hadn’t planned on revealing that much to anyone and she was very curious as to why Draco chose to do so. What was his angle?
“It’s never too early to start revealing charitable tendencies,” Draco murmured as she passed him on the way to her first class of the day.
She smirked. “Slytherin.”
“Always.”
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The week passed by fairly normally, the occasional heckler aside. Rita had kept a steady stream of propaganda running in the Prophet and though it wasn’t apparently obvious, all articles shined the light favorably on Draco’s legislature. It even provoked Robert to write a letter commending them on the amount of publicity they’d afforded him. He wasn’t soft enough to reverse Draco’s deal, but she was hopeful that he’d take mercy on them if Draco should lose. She could admit she had feelings for the blond wanker. She wasn’t willing to name them yet, but she could at least admit they were there and they were a bit stronger than friendship.
It was Thursday evening and she was starting to get jittery. She’d noticed a change in Draco as well. He’d started smoking more and she’d had to slip him breath mints to cover up the smell of whiskey on his breath during classes. She couldn’t blame him. His whole future was riding on this trial. She couldn’t imagine the future without him.
“I do hate the smell of self-pity,” Snape drawled as he materialized in the room.
Hermione almost dropped the book she’d been staring blankly at. She hadn’t realized the time had slipped away so quickly. Draco actually fell off the bed at the sudden appearance. He’d been studying his speech, though he knew every word by heart.
“Little early, isn’t it?” Draco asked sourly as he picked himself up.
Snape quirked a brow. “I come when I want. Do you have a problem with that, pet?”
Draco swallowed and ducked his head. “No, Master.”
Snape smirked and held out a hand toward each of them, which they took without question. “I don’t think you need a reminder of what is to come tomorrow.”
“No, Master,” they whispered in unison.
“Then let us fall back on old times.”
They materialized in his house, both wondering what he meant about old times. He dropped their hands and disappeared for several minutes. Both knowing better than to move without being ordered, they simply stared at each other, dumb founded by the abrupt greeting they’d gotten. Snape appeared a few minutes later, a smirk firmly etched on his face.
“You are learning well, my pets.”
They both ducked their heads in submission, pleasure flaring in their groins from both his words and the subtle pulse he gave them. Pleasing him had its perks.
Snape put a hand under each of their chins. “After graduation, we’ll find a rhythm that works for us. We won’t be forced to be together for mere hours at a time, begging excuses from nosy old wenches, blackmailing newspaper whores, and forever standing in the shadows.”
Hermione frowned, a sudden twisting in her gut. “You’ll always be in the shadows, Master.”
Snape sighed and nodded. “That is my burden to bear. But you two will no longer need to. I must say that the school has taken to your alliance rather well. McGonagall hasn’t written about any problems, other than the occasional Slytherin trying to increase standing with the Malfoys.”
Hermione furrowed her brows in thought. “Come to think of it, other than the occasional murmur, everyone has been rather accepting.”
“War,” Draco said quietly. “It’s changed everyone. I guess I just didn’t see how much.”
Snape hummed. “It’s a strange paradox indeed. It seems as though everyone is of two minds. One side clings to the ideals of the past, purebloods continuing the lines, others falling into domestic duties. The other side is tired. There has been too much blood and loss to ever go back to the old ideals. They’d sooner accept anything than fight one more minute.”
Hermione nodded. “But how do you live up to both?”
“You don’t,” Snape said curtly. “You make your own way. Fuck everyone else.”
Draco chuckled darkly. “I’d rather fuck you.”
“Would you now?” Snape asked quietly, his dark eyes studying both of his prizes. “Well, I did say we would be falling back on old times. How is this?”
With a wave of his wand, Hermione and Draco were wearing the exact same outfits as they had the first night, black hair, eyeliner, and all. At once, they felt comfortable and out of place, like the paradox Snape had spoken of so frankly.
“It doesn’t quite fit any longer, does it?” Snape asked, his eyes blazing indigo.
“N-no sir,” Hermione said, her head swimming from both the feelings and the sight of Draco in that leather trench coat.
“I have just the thing,” Snape purred, taking out the collars he’d originally given them.
The thick black leather made them shiver as he gently replaced their other ones. Draco’s trousers morphed into silvery leather. Hermione gasped as her tattered skirt was exchanged for an extremely tight black leather mini. A velvety black cloak formed over her shoulders and she shivered at the warmth. It felt… more like them now. The small changes seemed to fit them better. They were, sexier, more confident, and the feeling of the clothes against their skin made them feel more sensual.
“One last thing,” Snape purred, baring his fangs.
They both gasped as he pierced his thumb and offered them a drop of heaven. Neither could open their mouths fast enough. The week had been entirely too worrisome, the impending hearing weighing heavily on their minds. And it wasn’t like they could forget the blasted thing. Rita made sure of that. And tomorrow was the day they would find out if Draco would be a free man. Well, relatively free. More like happily enslaved.
Those worries melted away into a world of colors and tastes. The room swirled and spun, materializing to appear as the club. Or maybe it was the club. They didn’t care. Snape was with them. He wouldn’t let any harm come to them. He was their master. He would take care of everything they needed. They drifted into the kaleidoscope of the club, swirling blue and purple vibrating into a hypnotic throbbing beat. Bodies pulsed in time to music they could see. Tomorrow, everything would be frighteningly clear, completely sober and stark. But tonight, tonight was for touch and taste and smell.
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Hermione groaned as fangs pierced her throat. Flashes of the night wove in and out of her mind. She thought she might be suspended upside down but she wasn’t sure. She knew there were ropes twined around her body. They smelled like fresh grass and felt like a million jolts of pure pleasure scratching her ribs and thighs. She opened her senses, trying to find out where she was. Her legs were definitely splayed, warm breath playing over her contracting pussy. Draco’s lips. They were unmistakable.
Snape was taking small teasing sips from her neck. Fingers… on her nipples. She was sans clothes then and couldn’t bring herself to mind. Cotton candy wafted to her nostrils, blending with Snape and pleasure and sending her over the precipice.
Her next conscious thought was that whoever had their cock inside her was amazing. The intense pleasure was almost overwhelming, threatening to send her spiraling over into another dimension, transcending time and space. Then another appeared in front of her face and smelled Draco. So her Master was taking her. She enjoyed every second, moaning her appreciation because she was so far gone that words had failed her. Instead, she opened up and tried to convey the pleasure she was feeling on Draco’s cock. It was like a spiral lollipop of colors, pulsing in time to the music in the air. She had a thought that she hadn’t been this high in a long time and then decided that she loved it and she would rather just stay in this state forever. Another surge of pleasure and the world went dark.
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“Wake up, pet.”
Hermione groaned and blinked, trying to make out shapes in the dark. She could see a blurry white face framed in black, her Master.
“W-what happened?”
Snape sighed. “I’m afraid you let the blood take you a little too far. I shall have to back you off for a while.”
She sighed and nodded, frowning when she noticed that Draco wasn’t in the bed.
“He’s actually on the floor. He went even further under than you. I suspect that was due to the immense amount of pressure he has put upon himself.”
She cocked her head in thought. “Does sleeping it off on the floor work?”
Snape chuckled. “Sleep is sleep, but the floor is much harder. It should keep his sub-conscious thoughts grounded to this plane. The discomfort of being cold and un-cushioned as he is accustomed to will filter through his mind in a while.”
She nodded. “That makes sense, I suppose. Though it was a lovely time.” She frowned. “But I can’t seem to remember most of it.”
“Let’s just say that your dancing was superb and I am very pleased.”
She gave him a shy smile. “Thank you.” The smile faded. “How long before we go back?”
“You have a few hours yet. Come. I should like to speak with you about today.”
“Shouldn’t we wake Malfoy?”
“Shouldn’t you start calling him Draco?”
She huffed. “I don’t want to.”
Snape gave her an evil grin. “Likewise, my pet.”
She sighed and looked around for her clothes. It was a bit chilly, now that she thought about it.
“You won’t be needing clothes,” Snape announced as he helped her to stand. “We won’t be apart for long.”
She followed him down the stairs in perfect obedience, glad that her brain had finally shut down for once. Oh, she was curious as ever as to what he had to say but she trusted that he would say it in his own time. In the meantime, she could busy herself by admiring the lovely crisscross patterns on her legs and ribs. Snape had certainly outdone himself with the ties. She just wished she could remember them.
Snape pulled her into his lap once he’d sat on the sofa. She snuggled into him, still marveling at the fact that he could be so warm. Then again, he had taken quite a bit of blood from her. That was probably why she was so bleeding cold in the first place. But she couldn’t deny that she’s gladly tilt her neck again. He was addictive, dangerously so; she was the epitome of a junkie and he was her high.
Snape chuckled and held her closer. “You are settling into your role surprisingly well. I take it that you’ve done some thinking?”
“Honestly? I’ve tried to avoid it but I can’t.”
“And your conclusion?”
“It’s me,” she whispered.
He nodded and pulled her head down onto his chest, stroking her hair like some pet cat. “Eventually, my pet, we will rebuild you, stronger than ever. But for now, trust that I do have your best interests in all of our minds. And how that intertwines with Draco is my main concern right now.”
“How so?”
“His task has weighed heavily on him but I do not believe you’ve allowed yourself to think about the consequences his failure would impart upon you?”
“Besides missing him,” she said quietly. “He’s my friend. I can admit that. And he means more… somehow. But I feel like you’re trying to say more.”
“I am,” Snape said quietly. “Use that impressive mind for me. Why do you think I was so angry when Draco nearly killed himself to heal your scar?”
“Besides nearly killing himself?” she asked and then cringed when he glowered at her. Then it hit and she exhaled so quickly that she nearly passed out. “We shared blood.”
“We’ve all shared blood. A vampire bond is strong. But a vampire bond with a harem… they leave many details out of the books. We’re all bound, my pet.”
She frowned. “Like the bond is forcing me to like him?”
“Certainly not,” Snape chided. “It doesn’t force you to like me any more than it forces me to like you and likewise Draco. No, but the bond… think about what it will do.”
“There will be a hole,” she said softly. “One I won’t be able to fill.”
“Neither of us will,” Snape said solemnly.
A single tear fell down her cheek and Snape wiped it away, sucking it off of his thumb. She sighed at the gesture. “What can we do?”
“Stack the deck,” Snape said softly. “As the muggles say.”
She hummed. “How do we do that?”
Snape nearly purred with pleasure at her eagerness to help Draco succeed. “Everyone loves a hero, my pet. But people take notice when a group gathers.”

AN: Hello everyone. Long time no see. It's been... well, lets just say it's been real. And the pennicle of my absence included my poor computer crashing and taking everything with it. Thank you, Computer Guy, for saving my precious. And thank you to everyone who reviewed. Seriously guys. I read them. I'm not ignoring you. I've just been in a serious funk. But I'm hoping to change that with this chapter and hopefully a new one for my other story, Three Conditions. I know this isn't my best work but I'm trying to ramp it up a bit. Drop me a line and let me know what you think. As always, until next time... love you guys! If you guys ever want to give me a kick in the pants, sent me a tweet.
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