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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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Mr. Malfoy,
This letter serves as confirmation of the completion of our deal. You and Miss Granger are hereby granted exclusive harvesting rights here at the sanctuary. Your previous debt for collection of scales is also paid in full. Enclosed is the first tooth that your Peruvian Vipertooth lost, venom free of course. It has been charmed into a permanent port key. Simply say Dragonfire to activate it. All that I ask is forewarning of your arrival in order to prevent any dangerous landings. Thank you for your efforts to renew this sanctuary and congratulations on your win.
Sincerely,
Robert J. Lancaster

Hermione picked up the tiny tooth in awe, fingering the delicate gold chain it was attached to. The note had been sent with an owl that was waiting for them in Draco’s room. How it had managed to get in was unknown but she couldn’t have been happier. They were officially free and had made their first permanent contact. She had no doubt that they would be called upon again to help the sanctuary. The dragon reserve wasn’t out of the woods yet. If things were truly as desolate as Robert had painted them, it would take much more than some legislation to ensure the future. But hopefully, Harry’s fame had helped them.
“Finally,” Draco whispered.
Hermione smiled and handed him the tooth before trekking across the room to shut all the curtains. She could feel her Master’s restlessness underneath her robes. He wanted to congratulate them and she was more than willing to accept the accolades. Anything to keep her mind off of the words that Draco had said earlier in the day. This was the first time they’d had a moment to themselves since the win and she was not willing to hash over the revelations of the day just yet.
“Come,” Snape said as soon as the light had been doused and he turned back.
Draco tried his hardest not to run towards his Master. It was all Hermione could do not to laugh at the proud pureblood bouncing around like a puppy for a treat. Then again, most of the stress he’d been carrying around for months was suddenly lifted. She imagined he felt light as a feather.
“Such a good pet,” Snape purred, running his fingers through Draco’s long blond hair.
Draco hummed in pleasure and Hermione grinned. He looked like a giant cat.
“What plans have been made tonight?” Snape asked as he stroked his pet’s head.
“I think we’ve already done all of the celebrating we have to attend,” Hermione said. “The army is meeting later for a coup but we’ve already declined. McGonagall was fine with us going to bed early, what with all of the excitement and all.”
Snape smirked. “I’m sure.”
Hermione gave him a cheesy grin. “And Robert’s letter confirms our first contract. So we have absolutely nothing else to do.”
Snape quirked a brow. “Really? No NEWTS then?”
Her jaw dropped. How could she have forgotten?
“The tests are next week if I’m not mistaken?” Snape asked.
She nodded solemnly. “I haven’t even studied.”
“Nonsense,” Snape sniffed. “You could sit them tonight and pass with O’s. Both of you.”
Draco cleared his throat. “Erm, not so much me. I haven’t really studied anything but that legislature.”
Snape shook his head. “Your lack of faith is astounding. Well, we shall have to study.”
Draco wilted in front of him but nodded just the same. “No NEWTs, no business.”
Snape smiled and ran a finger down Draco’s face. “I think I have an idea that might provide a… stimulating learning environment.”
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“And exactly when would you add the powdered bicorn horn to the extract of vanilla bean?”
Hermione’s eyes watered in pain as she stood on her tiptoes. Snape had both her and Draco in adjustable stocks. Each time they got a question right, they would be lowered and bestowed with a kiss. A wrong answer merited one crank upward and a crack with a leather cat of nine tails. It was one hell of a motivator. Unfortunately, the duress was making her head fuzzy.
“Um, precisely three minutes and twenty… two – NO – three seconds after the third counterclockwise stir.”
Snape pursed his lips and sighed. “I suppose I will give that one to you. After all, you will have the ability to mark through answers.”
Hermione sighed in relief and almost moaned when the stocks were lowered. Now, at least, she could rest on the balls of her feet instead of her tiptoes. She accepted the kiss with relish and tried to settle in for Draco’s question. The bastard had gotten his mostly right, which meant he was one crank away from being on his knees and able to take some of the strain off of his back.
“I believe we’ll make this our last question for the night,” Snape announced. “After all, we have an entire week to study. Therefore, Draco, how long does it take to brew a proper batch of Felix Felicis?”
Draco’s jaw clenched and he cursed under his breath. Hermione felt bad for him. It was almost a trick question. The answer, of course, was six months. However, it was just recently made a banned potion for those brewers not under strict supervision of the ministry. Still, it had a concrete answer. She just wasn’t sure what the required answer on the test was.
“Six months, Sir,” Draco said after he’d managed to rein in his anger. “However, if you factor in the needed time to secure a brewing license and schedule a supervisor, it would be closer to eighteen months.”
Snape smirked and pushed the lever to lower the stocks. “Well done my pet.”
Draco blew out a gust of air and sagged in relief. The stock lowered and he gratefully hit his knees. Hermione was proud of him… and angry with herself. She should have done better. Her mind was just not in it tonight. The words Draco had said earlier in front of the Wisengamet had her completely out of sorts. She could hardly concentrate for the word love floating around in her head. She could admit that she had deeper feelings for Draco. They were more than friends, more than lovers. Hell, he’d be the father of her children some day. Maybe. But love. She didn’t dare try and peg anything as love. That is what killed people.
“Well?”
Hermione blinked and realized that Snape had graciously opened her stocks. She sheepishly backed out and immediately kneeled. The blood rushing back to her arms was a little dizzying. Draco sighed and sat on the nearby bed.
“If I would have known you’d be dingy afterwards, I would have held my tongue.”
Hermione frowned. “Beg pardon?”
Draco smirked and shook his head. “Don’t tell me you’re not thinking about what I said today.”
She sighed. “Fine. But I know it was all an act. Sympathy and Slytherins and all that.”
“Didn’t mean that what I said wasn’t true.”
She frowned. “Come off it.”
“Okay,” he drawled and slid to the floor with a smirk to rival the devil. “Now what?”
“Quit being a smartass,” she grumbled. “We’re slaves, not…”
“Lovers?” Draco asked quietly.
“That,” she whispered.
Draco tilted his head like a curious puppy. “How so?”
“Oh please,” she sniffed. “We both agreed to a sexual contract with a vampire.”
Draco nodded. “Mmm hmm, and your point? I mean, we were fucking way before that.”
“That’s just it!” she cried. “Fucking! Not making love. We weren’t lovers. It was… it was…”
“Sanity?” Draco offered. “Clarity? A drug? An addiction?”
“A port in a storm,” she said quietly, trying to quell the nauseating feeling in her stomach.
“Okay,” Draco drawled. “And the day we decided to become slaves, you knew damned well we’d be together for eternity. There wasn’t exactly an escape clause.”
She closed her eyes, hoping to avoid the complete openness of his eyes. She’d never expected to be cornered like this. And Snape was apparently going to remain silent on the matter. His face gave nothing away but those black eyes glittered with rapt attention in the candlelight. Fine. She’d tell the truth… well, as she’d seen it then.
“I saw it as a… a pleasurable partnership. I… I…”
“You planned on never falling in love again,” Draco said definitively. “A convenient way to avoid it for the rest of your life.”
“Yes,” she whispered and opened her eyes.
“How’s that working for you?” Draco asked with a smirk.
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re a bastard.”
Draco grinned and started crawling across the floor. “But you love me.”
“N-no,” she said faintly.
Now that he’d completely thrown her for a loop, she realized that he was completely nude. Well, they all were. There was rarely a time they were all three together when they weren’t. But now that she thought about how they’d started, she appreciated the changes he’d gone through just this year. The dragons adorning his body blew fire across his rippling muscles. She could appreciate his beauty. She just didn’t want to think about it beyond a carnal level.
“That’s okay,” Draco breathed as he crawled up to her, making her lay down with his mere presence. “You don’t have to say anything. I’ll accept a blow job as admission.”
She snorted and smacked his stomach. “Bastard.”
He kissed her nose and grinned. “Can’t say I don’t deserve it. We’re free.”
He had her there. So, instead of acknowledging his bargain, she placed wet suckling kisses along his torso as he slid up further to straddle her face. She nipped and licked her way to his already throbbing cock, slick with precum. Apparently talks of love turned him on. Or maybe it was the fact that she was so out of sorts she was ditzy and it didn’t happen very often. Or maybe… maybe he knew the truth… that she was dangerously close to losing her heart and she was scared out of her mind.
She shoved that terrifying thought down and threw herself into sucking him off. He really had done an amazing job today. She couldn’t say she’d ever been more proud of someone, except of course when Harry had won but that hardly counted. This was all Draco.
Draco almost growled when Snape ran a hand down his spine, pressing him further into Hermione’s mouth. She took a deep breath and swallowed, thanking Merlin for the spell that allowed her to take him all without gagging. Best of all, she could cast it wandlessly whenever she wanted. Draco keened when Snape started fingering him. Hermione mentally laughed and reached down to play with his bollocks that were already drawn up tight. He wouldn’t last very long.
Snape hovered above them, teeth extended and eyes bright indigo. Hermione sucked hard and then hummed right as Snape sunk his teeth home. Draco howled hoarsely as he came, his whole body convulsing with pleasure. She stayed with him, even after Snape’s fangs retracted, until finally Draco collapsed in a spent heap on top of her.
Snape gently lifted him off and carried him bridal style to the bed. It was a sweet picture and she found herself sighing at the sight, only to blush when Snape smirked at her. He gently tucked the blond in and ruffled his hair before turning towards her with eyes like the galaxy.
“I understand.”
She cocked her head and furrowed her brow. “Beg pardon?”
Snape sighed and walked across the room, picking her up like she was a feather. Too stunned to process anything, she stayed quiet and still as he glided downstairs into his lab. He sat her on a footstool and began brewing, the cure for warts if she wasn’t mistaken. It was such an odd thing to do. Normally, he’d fuck her silly before he’d steal away to his lab. Had she angered him?
“I’m not angry,” he drawled as he measured out three ounces of ground fairy wings. “Like I said. I understand.”
She frowned as she watched him shred a ginger root. What did he understand? When he remained silent, she sighed and walked over to don the spare clothes he kept in the lab for her and Draco. If he wasn’t going to fuck her, she might as well make herself useful. She stepped into a pair of dragon hide boots and quietly plucked rose petals from the three buds he had laid out.
They spent the next two hours in complete silence. Apparently, she’d remembered the recipe just fine since there were three perfect cauldrons of wart remover cooling on the rack when they were finished. The brewing seemed to focus her mind, the quiet a welcome respite from the hundreds of people who had repeated Draco’s words all day. When it was just her and her Master, she could focus just fine. But it wasn’t enough for her. She needed to be able to think under pressure if she and Draco would be taking dangerous journeys everywhere. Especially to the past. That bothered her worse than anything, especially now that the brewing was done and there wasn’t anything else to focus on.
Draco had not yet come to, or he was taking the opportunity for a much needed rest. He’d not slept well since they’d been given the price for doing business with the dragon sanctuary. At least that chapter of their life was over. Once they were out of school, they wouldn’t have to worry about anyone attacking them, save Lucius. And she was more than ready to put that pompous arse in his place. There would still be plenty of dangerous and stupid things to do over the next several years… decades… centuries? How long did a consort live anyway?
“Come.”
She almost jumped a foot at Snape’s sudden order. She didn’t ask though, quickly stripping down and following him up the stairs. He forbade them to wear their laboratory clothes in the house, too much risk of contaminating future potions and the kitchen. He too wore a different vest and frock while in the lab and she couldn’t say she wasn’t happy to see him strip out of it.
He led her into the kitchen where he fixed her some tea and a small plate of finger sandwiches. She didn’t realize she was starving until she took a few bites and her stomach cramped. How long had it been since she’d eaten? She didn’t have a clue.
“You should take better care of yourself.”
She lowered her head and put her hands in her lap. “I’m sorry, Master.”
He shook his head and grabbed her hands, holding them with one of his own. “You’re becoming worse than Draco with your self-deprecation. Is one admission enough to turn you into Miss Brown?”
She looked up, startled at the accusation. “I do not sulk in corners and hide from the world.”
He smirked. “Then stop acting as though a werewolf used your face for a chew toy. It’s just a word.”
She snorted. “Easy for you-“ She froze and looked up in horror to see the pain on his face.
He nodded. “Now you remember. I too was burned by love. It consumed me… so much so that I gave my life for it. As I said, I understand. I understand that the majority of people that you’ve formed connections to have been taken from you in one way or another. But, as a wise old fool once told me, love is the most powerful force on the earth. You cannot let it ruin you. Instead, use it to fortify you. Or, in my case, use it as power to fuel your revenge.”
“L-love is a strong word,” she said weakly.
He hummed in agreement. “But it is just that, a word. And it seems that young Draco has decided that his feelings for you equate the definition of that word. But do you remember what I said regarding others’ thoughts on our unconventional relationship?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she said quietly.
He nodded. “Love happens, my pet. You can no more choose who you fall in love with than you can harness the sun, but you do have the choice on how it affects you.”
She sighed and took a sip of her tea, gathering her thoughts while she swallowed that last bit of information. Maybe Snape was right. She could love Draco. And she could love Snape for that matter. But as long as she didn’t go off the deep end, she would be fine. She hoped. Her track record was shite.
“How long has it been since you’ve read a book on vampire slave bonds?” Snape asked after a few moments.
She frowned. “I… I read them all the time, usually before bed.”
He smirked. “That boring, are they?”
She snorted. “More like a different focus than the impending doom of Draco’s big day.”
“Which is now over,” Snape drawled. “But perhaps we should go over the terms again.”
“Not necessary,” she said quietly. “I’m yours for life.”
He nodded once. “And you’re wondering how long yours might last.”
She nodded, ashamed that she was so selfishly thinking of such things when so many others had lost their lives.
“Quit wallowing,” he snapped, making her jump. “Now, the answer, as I understand it, is that as long as you regularly consume my blood, you will not die. You’ll hardly age, in fact. Oh, you’ll age some. After all, it is important you hit full maturity, in body as well as age and magical abilities.”
“Why?”
“You expressed a desire to have children. I wish to give you that opportunity. And statistically, you’ll have a much better chance of having a healthy pregnancy if your body is fully mature.”
She grimaced. “How do you figure that? I mean, not that I want a child right now, but there are scores of teenage mothers out there.”
“You are thinking like a muggle,” Snape gently scolded. “You are a witch, an extremely powerful one. And Draco is quite possibly one of the most powerful purebloods I’ve come across in a while. It stands to reason that you’ll have a supremely powerful child. So it is important that all aspects of your body be ready for such a strain. I won’t lie. The more powerful the parents, the harder it is to carry the child. That is why purebloods, after a point, become squibs. Too much pure power tends to drain, and with no new blood, magic… disappears. You are correct in thinking that teenage girls can carry children. But when I say giving you a better chance, I mean in power, health, and the future magic of your child.”
“Of course you’d care about power,” she said, straining hard not to roll her eyes.
“You expected something less?” Snape drawled in amusement. “After all, your child will be my child.”
“And how would that work?” she asked quietly. “If I lived as long as you did, I’d have to watch my children die?”
“That would be their choice,” Snape said quietly. “I would be more than willing to sustain them, but I refuse to take on more than you and Draco as my companions. But now you are thinking much too far ahead. No wonder you have a crippling fear of the future.”
She scoffed. “You don’t say.”
Snape hummed. “If it is any consolation, I have made arrangements for your care in the case of my untimely demise.”
Her mouth dropped in shock. “You have?”
He nodded. “My sire has agreed to care for you in my stead. Not as consorts, but as a blood supplier, a confidant, a protector, and a friend. He’s a right bastard but he is my sire and his blood does run through my veins, and as an indirect result, yours. He will be there. And if he should expire, he does have a few more children around to take over in his stead.”
“I suppose you’ve agreed to watch over his companions and children in exchange?”
“Yes. But it is a sacrifice that is well worth it.”
She studied her mug for a while, one question burning in her mind.
Snape huffed. “Out with it.”
She gave him a sheepish smile. “How long have you had those arrangements made?”
He looked at her for a long time, his eyes unfathomable as they studied her form. She supposed sitting naked in a chair as if it were second nature was quite interesting. Then again, when it became the norm, was it interesting or merely a distraction?
Finally, Snape gave her a soft smirk. “Since before I asked you to be my contorts. I never do anything by half measures.”
She nodded. She figured that would be the case. But she had to know. “What… what are your feelings?”
He waited until she let go of her mug and pulled her into his lap, directing her to lay on his chest. He was still warm from Draco’s blood and the fire of the lab and she soaked it in. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know what his feelings were anyway.
“If you must know,” he started slowly. “Then I care for you both a great deal. I feel many things, protection, possessiveness, tender emotions. I feel things that there are no words to describe it with. And I feel things that words might in fact cheapen. But I know that it is important for your growth, so I would say that it is a form of love. I suspect you feel the same… both for me and Draco, though you are afraid to express those feelings. Silly superstitions.”
She laughed a little at that. “Fool me once.”
“Ah.” He shifted her so he could run a hand up and down her thigh. “Then I say that before you worry about defining something with words, you should allow yourself to feel fully. No more holding back. No more second guessing. Just let go… and let us catch you.”
“It’s hard,” she whispered.
He nodded, his cheek brushing against her temple. “That I understand all too well. Jumping does have the nasty side effect of falling. Let’s see if we can put that formidable mind of yours to good use, ey? When you first started taking drugs, what did you like about them?”
She frowned in thought. “They were… freeing.”
He hummed. “And did you think of the consequences?”
“N-no. I just… it felt so nice that…”
“The consequences didn’t matter,” he said knowingly.
“Yeah,” she whispered.
“Love, in and of itself, is a lot like a drug. It’s addicting, freeing. It feels… nice.”
“And the consequences don’t matter,” she said hoarsely.
He nodded and then ran his fingers up her side. “There’s my little junkie.”
She made a sour face. “I didn’t become an addict on purpose.”
“No,” he said agreeably. “No one does. But it’s better to find a vice that doesn’t destroy you, wouldn’t you agree?”
She shrunk in on herself. “You two could very well destroy me.”
Snape smiled. “And you couldn’t do the same to us in return?”
She sat agog. She hadn’t thought that she held that much power over them.
“Love, my pet, is a two-way street. Or three in our case.”
She laughed. “Oh, I could see the papers if we turned Rita loose.”
Snape laughed then, a genuine deep laugh that made her chest warm. “Fuck her and all the rest.”
She grinned at the easy openness on his face. He truly did not give a rats arse about anyone but her and Draco. And there were in for a pound. There was no backing out. What was she so afraid of?
“There’s my girl,” he purred, watching the change in her body language. “But on second thought… how about I just fuck you.”
She almost screamed he moved so fast but then she was on the bed next to a snoring Draco and he was lapping at her core.
Yes… she could get used to this.
AN: Hello guys and gals and everyone in between. I'm not dead!!! I've just been... well... everywhere but behind a computer I could safetly type my stories on. :) Thank you to everyone for your wonderful reviews and kind words. Things are looking up so I'm going to try and finish this sucker soon. I kind of hate to see it go, but all things must I guess. *tears* Anyway, as always, thank you to everyone who reviewed. I promise I read them all. Two or three times. Oh, who am I kidding. Once a week at least. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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