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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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“Beautiful.”
Hermione sucked in a breath and tried not to move. She was currently trussed up like a Christmas turkey, arms behind her and together, legs drawn up and tied in some sort of frog pose, breasts aching from their tight binding, torso compressed in a diamond weave like a corset, and all hanging precariously from the ceiling just inches above Draco. His thighs were tied to his ankles. His chest was bound in the same diamond weave around hers, though the front was anchored to his knees, making him arch up at an impossible angle that was beautiful and painful at the same time. His arms were folded behind him and tied to his feet.
“Simply exquisite,” Snape breathed. “Just one more tweak.”
Draco squeaked as he was given a magical shove forward, putting his face directly below Hermione’s core. She could feel his shallow panting against her nether lips. It was torture, wonderful torture.
“When is the last time you two fucked?” Snape asked, casually walking around the pair.
“Graduation,” Draco whispered, causing her to shiver.
“Such a shame,” Snape said quietly.
“Couldn’t,” Hermione managed to grind out against the pleasure haze Draco’s breath was causing.
Snape hummed and trailed a hand along her side and down her arm. “I do regret my absence. Allow me to make up for lost time.”
Her eyes almost rolled back in her head from the waves of pleasure that coursed through her mark. They crashed against each other until she crested, struggling in her bonds as her orgasm thundered through her body. She felt warm spurts and pried her eyes open to see Draco’s cock pulsing weakly, his face twisted in ecstasy as the last few spurts dribbled out of the purpled head.
“Better?” Snape purred, stepping casually around them.
Draco whimpered weakly. Hermione couldn’t even make a sound; the ability to talk apparently had been robbed by the pleasure. Snape chuckled and kissed them each on their shoulders.
“Good,” Snape said softly. “And now that I am back to full health, I wish to bestow a gift to you both.”
Hermione gasped as he pricked his finger with a fang. Her stomach lurched with excitement. It had been so long since she’d tasted a drop of her Master’s blood. So long since her senses had been expanded; since she’d let herself just go and trust that someone would be there to catch her. She missed it. She knew then that she’d never be free of an addiction. She might have been able to fend it off for a while, but it would always find its way back.
Snape grabbed her chin with his other hand and studied her eyes before sighing and allowing Draco to suckle the drop from the offered finger. “Your acknowledgement of your shortcoming is the key to overcoming it. You have an addictive personality, bordering on obsession. It goes quite well with my own as well as Draco’s. So, from today forward, trust that we will work together to steer that quality in the right direction.”
She frowned. “Meaning?”
He smirked and pricked his finger again. “Become addicted to the things that are in your best interests.”
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and licked the drop of blood from her Master’s finger. She trusted him. He’d help her make the right decisions. The blood took over quickly, sound became visible, colors had tastes, and she smelled cotton floss. The rope fibers touched individual points. Draco’s breath vibrated. And her master was absolutely everywhere. His skin, so smooth, like marble, only soft and silky. She’d longed for his touch.
Finally.
They were home.
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Hermione crawled down the stairs in search of breakfast. Her stomach either had a hole in it, or she desperately needed to eat. The problem was, she couldn’t walk. She could scarcely remember the last few weeks, though she knew it involved fucking from every position known to man… and a few known only to vampires.
At one point, there were two cocks in her arse. The twinge in her backside as she tried to inch down the first step confirmed that. Then again, there was a twinge in her pussy too so it was entirely possible that there had been a joint effort there as well. And she seemed to remember growing a cock for a time, though it was all a bit fuzzy. Then again, hearing Draco groan as he rolled over sort of confirmed that.
So it was fun. More fun than she ever thought possible. But she had to eat or she was going to die of starvation. At least, that’s what her stomach was telling her. The blood had sustained them for far too long and she had a feeling that had Snape not doused them both with cold water last night, they’d be lost right now.
“What are you doing?”
Hermione looked up blearily to find her master standing at the base of the stairs. “Food,” she managed to mumble.
Snape sighed and zoomed upstairs, picking her up and whisking her back into bed. “That is what I was on my way to get. Stay put and I’ll have food in just a moment.”
“Told ya,” Draco slurred, squeaking as he turned over to face her.
“Do it myself,” she huffed, pouting like a toddler.
It was kind of ridiculous, if she let herself think on it too much. But she still had an independent streak that she wasn’t about to try to squash. She was still trying to wrap her head around the thought that Snape was taking the ultimate Master role, feeding and caring for his pets, now that they were together permanently.
“This should help.”
She and Draco both struggled to sit up, eyes zeroing in on the full English breakfast that Snape had prepared. Snape smirked as he set their trays down and stabilized them. They could hardly lift a fork but they dug in as best they could.
“Better?” Snape asked after a few minutes.
Hermione moaned in affirmation. Draco eagerly nodded his head in agreement.
Snape laughed. “I suppose I’d better reacquaint myself with human meal times. But while you eat, I wish to speak to you about our partnership.”
Hermione frowned. “Is something wrong?”
Snape raised a hand to stay her. “Quite the contrary. You’ve both made me very proud. The new shop in satisfactory. The advertising is top notch. And I am quite impressed with your networking skills. However, as you know, revenue is still going to be quite low for a while. In order to make a larger impression, we’ll need to expand quickly, ride the title of the publicity from the hearing and graduation.”
“You mean infamy,” Draco said darkly.
Snape hummed. “I’ve heard from several sources that the majority of the wizarding world does not hold either one of you responsible for Lucius’s death. You made such a big impression when passing legislature with your eloquent and impassioned speech, coupled with your declaration of feelings for Hermione that the world is willing to understand the situation in which you had to defend yourselves. And now would be the perfect time to capitalize on it.
“What do you suggest?” Hermione asked, knowing better than to complain about Slytherin tactics.
“For starters, we need more varieties of rare ingredients.”
“That’ll cost money,” Draco said, staring into his pumpkin juice in thought.
“Unless you harvest it yourselves,” Snape said softly. “I can help with some things, creatures best hunted at night, potion ingredients that no human can safely reach in the wild. But there are certain magical components that my body is no longer capable of withstanding, unlike the killing curse apparently.”
Both teens shuddered at the thought.
“What are these components?” Hermione asked softly.
“Well,” Snape began, raising his hands to tick off the properties. “I can’t portkey across time zones without help, as you both know from the sanctuary. I can no longer manipulate time, as my internal time clock as stopped. Silver is out of the question, as are spells that produce it, manipulate it, etcetera. I can’t appear in magical photographs, though that is not a big loss. And I can no longer handle spells or potions in which light or light producing ingredients or spells are required for brewing. This includes the taming of devil’s snare, and subsequently the potion to put patients into a medically induced coma.”
Hermione frowned. “I don’t recall the recipe for that one.”
“It’s obscure,” Draco answered, running his finger over his lips in thought. “Rather than keep a stunning or petrifying spell in place, a potion is administered to those patients who would benefit from complete mental and physician shut down, like victims of the cruciatis. The potion requires shredded shocked devils’s snare.”
Hermione understood then. It would require a large amount of devil’s snare that was hit with a light spell and the subsequent stunned branches that hadn’t shrunk back into themselves would be shredded. She could understand Snape’s apparent frustration.
“So what do you suggest?” she asked.
“Some ingredients are no longer obtainable,” Snape said with a smirk. “At least… not in this day and age.”
“The time turner,” she breathed.
“And the books on Egypt,” Draco said softly.
Snape smiled, a real smile. “And that is why I picked you two. This harvest will be exceedingly dangerous. It could take you weeks, even months to complete. And worst of all… I can’t go with you.”
“And how would we get back?” Hermione asked.
Snape pulled out a gold spherical glass container filled with what looked like pixie dust from his pocket. It had several gears on it, each etched with numbers, runes, and some sort of pictograph. It hung on a delicate golden chain that continuously wove around Snape’s hand, almost like a snake seeking warmth.
“This is a wayfinder,” Snape said so softly they had to strain to hear. “It’s able to go back and forth through time, but even more importantly, it can transport a living being to any place on earth during any time period.”
“Magic like that will have steep price,” Draco said reverently.
Snape hummed. “It is perhaps the darkest light item ever in existence, which is why it disappeared some centuries ago when a vampire coven was decimated with it. It requires one thing in which to run it and comes with heavy consequences.”
“What kind of consequences?” Hermione asked, her mouth suddenly dry.
“Once you use it, the impulse to keep using it will never leave you.”
“So it’s a drug,” Draco said grimly.
Snape hummed. “It is. It can be held at bay if it stays in contact with living human flesh, though it will seek out adrenaline.”
“And what does it run on?” Hermione asked.
“The blood of the damned,” Snape said, his eyes snapping from the orb to each of his pets. “Exactly one half of a life, to be exact.”
“But that could kill you,” Draco growled.
Snape smirked. “Not if I’m well fed, both before and after.”
“How long does the charge last?”
“One trip,” Snape said. “But blood can be stored for a later use.”
“Why this?” Draco said.
Snape dangled the sphere in front of his charges eyes. “As I said… become addicted to the things that are in your best interests.”
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“Can we really do this?” Hermione asked, rolling the golden ball across her palm and taking in all the different symbols.
“We’ll always be junkies,” Draco said, snatching the ball and mimicking her moves. “Money, power, knowledge, those were the addictions of our youth. We both turned to drugs and sex. And after Master… work. I don’t know about you, but I can’t help but long for the adrenaline of the chase, the war, the dragons, the basilisks.”
“But will this just be one more addiction? One more burden?”
“Master seems to think it might take the place of a few. And the adrenaline would keep the pull at bay. Maybe the magic of the wayfinder can help in some way. I’d give anything to be a semblance of normal. You can’t tell me you don’t still think about it… one more drag… one more hit… one more drink… one more mindless night.”
She grabbed the orb and sighed. Draco was right. She was so tired of wanting… always wanting. Maybe the wayfinder would channel all those into a manageable sum. “We’ll still want the blood.”
“A given,” he said. “A choice we both made.”
She nodded and then sighed. “We’re so fucked up.”
He laughed. “Well, as the muggles say, go big or go home.”
She smirked. “Speaking muggle are we?”
“Don’t read too much into it.” He bumped her in the shoulder and took the orb back. “Besides, I’ll need to learn about them sooner or later. Not all ingredients will be in the magical world. It might be fun.”
“So we’re doing this? You can back out.”
He bit his lip and then tossed the wayfinder back to her. “Second thoughts, Granger?”
She smiled and set the wayfinder in his palm, covering it with her own. “Never.”
AN: And this my friends is where I'm going to leave this one. I could seriously write this one FOREVER because there is so many cool things I could have them do. But then I'd be rambling. And I'd never finish it. And you'd all hate me by the end. I really struggled with this ending, whether or not I'd have them fix their issues. And I decided no, they'll remain flawed. Because we all are. You don't suddenly become normal when you stop feeding an addiction. The demons will always be there. Is it a healthy ending? Nope. But it's a real one. And who is to say that I won't get a wild bug or something and write an epilogue... or a sequel. But for now, I'll leave you with this: As Always, thanks to everyone who reviewed and stuck with me through this impossibly long fiasco of a fic. Keep them coming, the good, the bad, and the ugly. And until the next one... love you guys!
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