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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
- 1-Junkies
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The first thing Hermione noticed was that the color blue tasted like raspberries. She wondered when she’d actually licked something blue but quickly realized that she was actually tasting the blue light through Snape’s window. She reached her hand out to touch the light, shivering at how cold it was. How could light have a temperature and taste?
“I never figured orange to taste like mangos,” Draco said in wonder.
“You can taste the orange?” Hermione asked blearily. “Because blue is cold.”
“Think so,” Draco said, his eyes lazily roving over her. “You feel like silk.”
She took a deep breath and giggled. “You smell like candy floss.”
“Vampire blood unlocks abilities no one ever knew they had,” Snape whispered, his deep voice making them both shudder. “You can taste and feel and smell things you never thought existed. How do you two feel?”
“Peaceful,” Draco hummed, “and free. There are so many colors and feelings.”
“It’s like walking through a fruit market,” Hermione remarked, literally licking the air to see what grey tasted like.
Snape smirked and got up from his position on the chair. They both looked up at him from the floor where they were still kneeling. He merely had to crook a finger to have them scrambling after him, hands reaching for him as they stumbled along in a psychedelic haze. The ground was like clouds and they felt as if they could fly without a broom. Whatever trip this was, they had no wish to leave.
“Be careful my pets,” Snape purred as they almost tripped over each other kneeling beside the bed. “The drawback of consuming vampire blood is the potential to lose yourself within the trip. If that happens, if you can’t remember where you came from or who you are, you can become truly lost.”
“Lost?” they asked at the same time.
Snape hummed the affirmative. “You’ve been injected with venom and now given the life blood. If you let the blood take you to a point where all you become is sensations, those feelings consume you… to the death. You’ll feel no hunger, thirst, or fatigue. You’ll simply wither away to nothing, passing through the veil silently.”
“Sounds like a good way to go,” Draco said wistfully.
“Do you not wish to live a full and happy life?” Snape asked in mild shock.
“My life is anything but happy,” Draco said bitterly.
“You have warm flesh willing to keep you company at a moment’s notice. And now you have me and the promise of power and good fortune. What is not happy about those things?”
Draco sniffed, feeling the plush green carpeting at his feet. It tasted like mint and felt like the soft petals of a daisy. “Not even you can erase my name.”
“What’s wrong with your name?” Snape growled. “It’s a fine name, striking fear into the hearts of competitors everywhere.”
“You forgot to mention tainted,” Draco hissed. “With the blood of the innocent, the shame of submission to a mad man, and the taste of utter failure that my father never forgets to mention.”
“Then live to prove him wrong,” Snape said, smirking at the flicker of determination that rose in Draco’s eyes.
Hermione had to fight back tears at the display. She knew Lucius had beaten Draco down so far that he hardly thought well of himself. It was the same way she’d felt after the war, all those years of people telling her that she wasn’t worthy. It seeped into the mind whether it was allowed to or not, tainting and twisting it until the falsehoods rang true. It was why she sought the drugs, the alcohol, the sex, the danger. She wanted an escape. Who wouldn’t want to lose themselves after the horrors she’d faced?
“And you, Hermione,” Snape purred. The sound of her name rolling off his tongue sent shivers down her spine. “You have no happiness to live for?”
“I am merely shadows and expectations,” she said quietly, wondering if she buried her nose in the carpet if it would draw her inside it.
“You once had such a thirst to prove yourself,” Snape said, walking over to card a hand through her hair. “It was a quality that any Slytherin would approve of, even in a muggleborn Gryffindor.”
“I lived,” she said softly. “And others died.”
“That is the way of the world,” Snape said. “Life is cruel. It chooses its moments, cheating some and rewarding others. I was cheated out of a well-deserved death and rewarded with eternal night. At first, I tried to end it but vampires are incredibly durable and the sense of self-preservation is so strong that I am incapable of staking myself or walking into the sun. I suppose I could beg someone to do it for me but that would probably only mean their death. In another cruel twist of fate, I came across two people determined to destroy themselves even as they survived.”
“Us,” Draco and Hermione breathed at the same time.
Snape nodded. “So desperate to forget, so beautiful in complete abandonment, I knew I had to have you the moment I saw you put that acid on your tongues. Tell me, how did you find each other?”
“Accident,” Draco said at once. “She was so dead and I was so angry.”
“I was angry too,” Hermione said softly. “But no one wanted to be angry with me.”
Snape chuckled. “Well, now you’ve found the perfect companions. One more ritual and we’ll be linked forever.”
“I thought there was no going back,” Draco said with a frown.
“There are three steps to a vampire agreement,” Snape drawled. “The venom makes you my slave. The blood makes you my pet. The third step is sex… which makes you my consorts for as long as you live.”
“You said we’d live longer,” Hermione said softly. “I don’t want to live longer.”
“You’re welcome to try to end your life whenever you wish.”
“That’s a lie,” she said bitterly. “I’m not allowed to go against your wishes.”
“Clever girl,” Snape said, running his hand down her cheek and tracing her lips with his fingertip. “I would not allow you to end your life on purpose when you have so much more to give. But I can promise to make it as fulfilling as possible. Or if you can’t handle that, at least give you the ability to endure it in a delightful haze.”
“So long as we don’t lose ourselves,” she whispered.
“Quite,” Snape said curtly, drawing back and shifting towards Draco. He jerked the ribbon from the blond hair and grabbed a handful, tilting his face back. “You’re awfully quiet.”
“Resigned,” Draco said, starting up at him through soft eyes. “I wasn’t allowed to end my life before. At least now I know that you aren’t doing it to spite me.”
“Of course not,” Snape said softly. “It may seem hard to believe coming from a vampire, especially one with my past, but I do care for you both, at least on a carnal level. And I do respect you both for your intellect, even more so now because you can both see how false the accolades ring.”
“What now?” Draco asked, his eyes falling closed as Snape ran a finger over his jaw.
“Now you become mine.”
Hermione shivered when Snape jerked Draco up by his hair, causing the blond to let out a breathy moan. He did love having his hair pulled. She’d discovered that when she was trying to get him to eat her out once. He’d snarled so ferociously that she’d almost come. Now, that moan combined with the vampire blood and the thought of more to come made her soak her knickers. Snape turned on her then, his nostrils flaring as his eyes glowed.
“You too,” Snape hissed, jerking Draco to the side so he could reach her and grab her hair as well.
She squeaked at the sudden jerk, clambering onto the bed where Snape was tugging them both. He let go when their knees touched the mattress. Air whooshed over her so suddenly she froze in place. He’d taken their clothes by magic. She briefly wondered where they went before Draco dragged her into his side. He’d already managed to shimmy into the center of the bed and maneuver onto his back. Wasting no time, she slammed her lips over his and tried to climb on top of him.
“No,” Snape hissed, making her cower to the side in fear. Snape sighed and shook his head. “You are more than welcome to have fun together, but tonight is for my claim. And you… go first.”
“M-me?” Hermione squeaked.
Snape nodded. “Your claiming will go much smoother. And you smell delicious.”
“You do,” Draco said hoarsely. “Just like peaches.”
“Is that what skin smells like?” she whispered.
“No,” Snape said, climbing onto the bed like a jungle cat. “That’s what your blood smells like. You’ve already smelled Draco’s.”
“Candy floss,” she whispered, taking a deep whiff. She frowned. “Annise?”
“That would be me,” Snape said, grabbing her ankle and dragging her down to the end of the bed. “Do you like it?”
“Reminds me of black licorice,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering as Snape began placing soft kisses on her ankle, working his way up her leg.
“I like it,” Draco said, sitting up and running his hands over her shoulder. “I never realized how soft you were.”
“Textures become enhanced as well,” Snape said before lift Hermione’s leg and kissing the back of her knee. “It’s a very tactile experience.”
“I don’t want to come down,” Draco said, sitting on his knees so he could run his hands down Hermione’s sides.
“It becomes too familiar after a while,” Snape said, nipping the inside of Hermione’s thigh and making her squeak. “Vampire blood is like any drug. Take it for an extended period time and you’ll crave more. However, you can only take one drop at a time.”
“What if we took more?” Draco asked, using his lips to explore Hermione’s neck and shoulder.
“You risk turning,” Snape said. “And when you turn, there is no escape. No drug can take you places. No beverage can dull the senses. And no amount of warmth can keep you from being cold.”
“But you feel so warm,” Hermione groaned as Snape started licking the juices that had leaked down her thighs.
“I said keep,” Snape said, “as in an extended period of time. Being with you two is like playing with the sun, searing heat that I can’t get enough of.”
“How can you feel warm though?” Draco asked, working his lips down to nip the crook of Hermione’s arm.
“Hunting mechanism,” Snape said before gently running his fang over Hermione’s nether lips.
Hermione arched off the bed, screaming from the sudden pleasure. His tongue had been amazing but those fangs were something else. Perhaps it was the thought of how deadly they could be. One slip and she’d bleed out, maybe wind up another victim of blood lust. But the pleasure those fangs gave was like another form of drug.
“Too loud,” Draco growled, rising to try and stuff his cock in her mouth.
“No,” Snape said, holding a hand out. “Let her scream. There is no one here to hide from. In fact, crawl underneath her.”
“Why?” Draco asked, doing what he was told anyway.
Snape smirked. “I don’t want to have to chase you two all over the bed. Besides, when I make you both mine, I want you to be together.”
“Why?” Hermione asked, shivering as she felt Draco’s cock brush up against the cleft of her bum.
“We are one,” Snape said, reaching down and massaging Draco’s pucker, making him hiss. “Vampires value closeness. That’s why I chose you two, already one unit.”
“We’re just fuck buddies,” Hermione panted, the sounds Draco was making turning her on despite the reaming she’d had earlier in the day.
Snape smirked. “If you say so. Nevertheless, you were still one unit, used to each other. I will not always be there with you. In those moments when life gets to be too much, you need someone to hold you until I can. You will hold each other.”
“This is sounding frighteningly like marriage,” Draco said darkly, shifting under Snape’s ministrations.
Snape scoffed and started drawing a finger around Hermione’s neglected clit, just enough to tease but not allow her to go over. “Marriage is a status symbol used by society which I have no use for. Relationships are fluid, ever changing, not easily defined and much too precious to try to express with mere words. A fuck buddy, as you’ve designated your relationship, is merely a person who provides comfort in a carnal method. If that comfort came in gentle touches and caresses, you’d call that person a lover. If it came in the form of hugs and a leant ear, then you might perhaps call them a friend, would you not?”
“Suppose,” Draco said breathlessly.
“Then you’ve just cheapened your relationship with words, which I’d imagine was your goal,” Snape said, murmuring a few spells that would clean his consorts to his satisfaction. “However, it is still a relationship of sorts, perhaps a fucked up one in society’s eyes but a connection none the less. You must remember that for the first few months and even the first few years of this partnership we’ve formed, you will be tested with fire. It will come in the form of angry friends, curious reporters, and backlash from your families and the wizarding world at large. But I believe I’ve chosen well, diamonds in the rough just needing a bit of attention. I say fuck what the world tries to label you and if they ask, tell them that their labels couldn’t come close.”
Snape was apparently done talking because he lowered his lips to Hermione’s thighs and gently brushed his nose against her clit. She bucked her hips to try and gain friction, earning her a groan when she brushed against Draco’s weeping cock. She smirked and deliberately moved again. Draco growled and reached around to tweak her nipples. The smirk slid from her face and she cried out in pain and pleasure.
“While you’re under the effects of the blood,” Snape said, letting his lips brush over Hermione’s leaking entrance with every word. “Your bodies won’t feel fatigue or hunger or the aches and pains of the day. When I take you, you won’t feel the brutal engagement that you had this morning. You’ll only feel me. When the blood wears off, you’ll feel everything. I dare not push you to the brink tonight, but I’ll not put off my claiming.”
“Will you take more blood?” Draco asked, bucking as Snape slipped a single digit into his channel, previously prepared by the spell.
“I will,” Snape said. “But I won’t inject you with more venom. However, a claiming bite also leaves a mark, this one on your necks.”
“How will we hide that?” Hermione asked, the last word coming out as a cry when Snape slid a digit into her arse.
“I did not gift you with those collars for a one night only arrangement.”
“We didn’t have the collars when we woke up,” Draco panted, trying to scoot closer to Snape’s hand.
“I know,” Snape said, smirking as he added another finger inside Hermione and she groaned. “I took them. When you leave here, you’ll be wearing them for all to see.”
“How are we going to explain that,” Draco asked, watching avidly as Snape prepared Hermione.
Snape raised a brow. “Who said you needed to explain anything to anyone?”
“They’ll demand one,” Draco said, groaning when Snape added a second finger to his arse as well.
“Tell them it’s none of their business,” Snape said with a smirk.
He pulled his hand from Hermione, making her whimper and beg for him to come back. Instead of granting her wishes, he pulled from Draco as well before getting off the bed. The couple struggled to get up, trying to figure out what they’d done to make him stop. Snape held a hand to stay their progress, disappearing in the blink of an eye. They gasped and tried to sit up only to fall back in shock when Snape appeared again with a small black case. He tossed it beside them and opened it, revealing an assortment of dildos, plugs, rings, and vibrators. He ran his fingers over the various toys, finally resting on a small black anal plug.
“Hermione, slide off Draco for a moment.”
Hermione frowned in thought and slid off beside Draco, wondering why Snape was going to plug him but excited for the prospect none the less. They hadn’t really played with muggle toys much. She really wanted to see this.
Snape looked over at Draco and frowned. “What’s wrong my pet?”
Hermione studied Draco and gasped, noticing that he’d gone soft. Draco swallowed and shook in place, his eyes zeroed in on the plug. She bit her lip, not knowing what the significance of his reaction was but realizing what was happening. It had only happened once before, him going limp as a flobberworm when she’d tried something new.
She got lost in her own memories. It was New Years and they’d snuck out to get some alcohol and fags. They’d managed to score some weed as well and holed up in an abandoned classroom enjoying their spoils. Feeling relaxed, high, and more than a little drunk, they’d been all over each other. Hermione thought it would be fun to play a game and brought him to the brink, only to clamp down on his erection and press the tip of her finger in his slit. He went limp immediately, going so far as having a mild panic attack.
It had taken most of the night and all of the weed and the whiskey for him to calm down. He finally confided in her after ordering a vow at wand point that she’d never reveal the source of his stress. She agreed readily. Who would she tell anyway? His words haunted her every day since.
“Before the war, father insisted that I obey him in order to become the perfect Malfoy. But I failed him. I fucked up Dumbledore’s murder and endangered my mother. When he got out of prison, he was obsessed with correcting both of our failures. He… he did things… I wasn’t even allowed to use the bathroom without his permission.”
Hermione blinked and gasped, realizing that Snape had hitched a ride in her mind. The vampire looked like he was about an inch away from tearing someone limb from limb. It took Snape a few minutes to force the indigo glow from his eyes and stop shaking. When he finally got ahold of himself, he leaned over and gave Draco the most gentle and sweet kiss Hermione had ever witnessed. It brought tears to her eyes.
“I promise you this,” Snape said quietly. “You will never experience such oppression again pet.”

AN: The plot thickens... or at least it's clearer why they are so messed up, right? More smut to come. As always, thanks to everyone for reviews. To Luminari - Divergent. To Tanya, if that means what I think it means, I'm honored. Truly. And to buttercup... we shall see. *evil grin* Keep those reviews coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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