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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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The sudden turn of the evening left a very stoic Draco and Hermione holding hands on the bed while Snape muttered under his breath and bared his teeth every few moments, his eyes flaring. Hermione hated seeing them both like that. Draco might not be her friend, but they’d been through a lot together. She got him through this once; she could get him through it again.
Draco gasped when she bent down and kissed his naval, running her nose through the downy hair. She nuzzled the quivering flesh there and savored his sigh. He was calming down, probably a combination of the blood with her ministrations and Snape’s fierce declaration. She believed him whole heartedly and judging by how quickly Draco was relaxing, he did too. She glanced up at Snape, who was watching intently but making no move to stop them. He still had the plug in his hand but it seemed that he was content to stay still for the moment. She took it as a sign to move on.
Draco let out another breath as she got up, shuffling until she straddled his legs. She knew that even through his fear and momentary setback, he could easily get back into the mood. She nipped and suckled her way down, thanking Merlin and all the Gods that he kept his pubes well-trimmed. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy them, but they made this so much less tickly and the sensation of his short hair rasping across her lips was almost too much already.
By the time she worked her way down to his cock, it was hard and getting harder but she had to take him to the edge. She had no illusions. Snape was still going to plug him. Or, he should. She hadn’t gone so far as to sound Draco, but she had worked with him until she could restrict his cock in both ways using her hands. She wondered if Snape would sound him and the thought made her shiver.
“It’s an interesting notion,” Snape purred, making her jump.
“What is,” Draco panted.
“She thinks I should try sounding you.”
Draco tensed and wet a little limp. She took a deep breath and inhaled his cock, sucking strongly and making him groan.
“Good pets,” Snape said, patting Hermione on the head and running another hand down Draco’s side. “I think I should sound you, Draco. I already told you, I will never subject you to the oppression again. However, I will assert my dominance. I think you already knew that.”
“But it’s not-“ Draco whined.
“It is different,” Snape said, “in that I merely wish to give you a new experience and control when you come. I have no delusions that I could control your every action, nor would I want to. Your stubborn nature and wild streak are quite endearing. It would be like entrapping a unicorn. No, I merely wish to take you to the next level. But we will start small. Hermione has already taken your mind to a better place. Let me take it further.
“I… I don’t-“ Draco whispered.
“Shh,” Snape said, placing a finger on Draco’s mouth while Hermione continued sucking for all she was worth, going so far as to fondle his bollocks. “Do not think in terms of control, rather than sensations. Don’t you long to be filled even as you are filling? Did you not allow another cock to glide in that same channel?”
“It’s different,” Draco panted.
“Not really,” Snape said. He leaned down and gave Draco another gentle kiss. “Just feel, my pet.”
Draco hissed as Snape scraped his fangs over his nipples, suckling first one and then the other. That combined with Hermione’s ardent ministrations took him to the edge.
“Slow,” Snape ordered, holding a hand out to catch Hermione’s jaw. “I want him edged, not over.”
“Yes sir,” she whispered around the mouthful of cock she had. Draco groaned in ecstasy.
“Now,” Snape said, drawing back. “I wish to take Hermione first for reasons previously stated. However, I do not want to have to warm you back up, Draco. Hence the plug. You’ll see how useful it is in a moment. I dare say you’ll be begging for a more permanent one later.”
“Doubtful,” Draco wheezed, trying to keep from shooting his load down Hermione’s throat.
Snape chuckled and made his way to the end of the bed where Hermione’s arse was in the air. “We’ll see. But for now I have to start over.”
Hermione gasped and choked on Draco’s cock when she felt another cleansing charm cleaning all the way to her colon. This time, Snape wasted no time trying to warm her up. He immediately slid one long digit into her arse, humming when he realized it was looser from his previous attention. He quickly added a second and then a third, making her moan around Draco’s cock. Draco choked out a groan and then yelped when a metal cock ring clamped down on his member at the same time Hermione was unceremoniously yanked up.
“You’ll come when I say so,” Snape said. “And not before then.”
“Yes, sir,” they both whimpered. He chuckled and nipped at Hermione’s shoulder. “Now, you’re going to turn and face me, Hermione.”
Hermione obeyed, gritting her teeth in disappointment when Snape took his fingers away. She felt empty and it made her tear up at the loss. Snape helped her turn to straddle Draco again and kissed away the lone tear that managed to escape. Then he grabbed Draco’s member, almost purple from the restriction, and lined up her rear entrance, pushing her down roughly. She cried out in shock and relief, her arse swallowing Draco’s cock until his bollocks hit her thighs.
“Fuck,” Draco hissed. “So fucking hot and tight.”
Snape hummed. “I shall have to see for myself later.”
Hermione shivered, making Draco groan miserably from both the pleasure and the restriction. She almost lost her balance when Draco bucked from a sudden shift. It was a strange position that made her muscles ache from the awkwardness of it. Snape merely placed his hand at Draco’s pucker and muttered another cleaning spell, making Draco cry out in shock. Hermione had a hard time breathing as she watched Snape prepare Draco, first with one finger and then two, going to three rather quickly and making Draco hiss a litany of swears.
He was so lost in sensation that he didn’t notice when Snape grabbed the plug. He did notice when the fingers disappeared though and tried bucking, which made Hermione scramble for purchase. Snape’s shoulders provided sufficient anchors and she squeezed her arse in retaliation, making Draco scream what a bitch she was for teasing him. His accusations turned to praise for Snape when he was filled again.
“See,” Snape said. “I told you that you would enjoy being plugged.”
“What?” Draco squeaked, trying to sit up.
Snape reached around and held him down. “Easy. It’s already in. I don’t know why you had such a problem with it.”
“But… but it didn’t feel like that… before.”
Snape nodded. “That’s because it wasn’t meant to. Rest assured, any sort of pain you get from me will come only after you beg me for it.”
Draco shivered, causing Hermione to gasp and shiver as well. The thought of begging Snape to hurt her made wetness roll out of her center, coating her thighs and dripping onto Draco’s bollocks. Snape took a deep breath and hissed in pleasure.
“Now for you.”
Snape helped her move her legs to wrap around his waist and lie back against Draco, dramatically shifting the angle he was in previously. She cried out in pain and then pleasure as Draco moved, trying to work the soreness out. Draco’s hands had come around her and were once again pulling at her nipples to relax her. Snape kissed her then, thoroughly plundering her mouth, savoring her taste. He pulled away and leaned her head to the right side, stretching up to give Draco the same treatment.
“Perfect,” Snape hissed, pulling back and arranging their hair so the left sides of their necks were easily accessible.
Hermione didn’t have time to think. Snape’s large member was at her entrance, prodding a bit before sliding in. She let out a guttural groan of relief and pleasure. Finally, finally she was full. It had almost hurt, the emptiness inside her. The vampire pushed into the hilt, his bollocks grazing Draco’s as he settled in.
“Now you become mine,” Snape snarled, bearing his fangs.
Hermione cried out in shock as he sank his fangs in and began moving rougher than she’d ever had it before. Each move dragged Draco’s cock in and out of her arse. It rubbed against Snape’s cock as it plowed inside her, creating a delicious friction she hadn’t known that she was missing. Now that she had it, she wasn’t sure she could ever give it up. She’d never felt this full, this whole before. And the pleasure soared with each thrust and each pull at her neck. She’d never gone over this quickly but already she was peaking. She tried to hold on, squeezing her arse to distract her. Draco growled in her ear, moving against her roughly.
Snape pulled out of her neck and raised his head enough that she could see her blood dripping down his fangs. It was frightening and probably the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. She remembered the sight of her blood on Draco’s lips and wondered if she had a fetish.
“Draco, bite her,” Snape hissed. “Bite her when we finish her. She’s been so good, trying to hold off until she was told. Come my pet. Let it all go.”
Hermione cried out again as Snape plunged his fangs back into her neck. Her body seized up so hard that she couldn’t breathe. Then she felt another set of teeth sinking into the right side of her neck and she broke apart, screaming at the top of her lungs as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her. Snape snarled in her ear and she trembled, trying to keep from passing out. She scarcely noticed when Snape pulled out of her, both fangs and cock. The room spun and it took her a minute to realize that she’d been flipped over. A cleaning spell barely registered before her pussy was filled with a familiar cock and her cheek rested on Draco’s chest. She strained her eyes to see him. Blood was dripping from his lips and she shivered, making him snarl and buck inside her.
“Now Draco,” Snape hissed.
Draco gasped as Snape eased the plug from his arse and gently slid inside. It seemed that he wanted to make sure there were no traumatic feelings left. Hermione knew better. Once Draco got to this point, nothing would stop him from seeing completion. Not even falling into the Black Lake, which had happened when they’d fucked too hard on a rock and taken a plunge. They ended up finishing in the water, nearly drowning from the pleasure. Hermione was shocked from her memories when she felt the plug at her arse, entering her with one swift thrust. She cried out in surprise and delight.
Snape moved again, riding Draco for everything he was worth. Draco groaned and grunted from the force, bucking his hips and urging Hermione to ride him. She was exhausted but she wanted to see him come. He was so beautiful when he came. She rode him hard and fast, trying not to bump into Snape. At one point, Snape’s arms came around her and she gasped as he yanked her into his chest. He controlled her movement, taking her to the very edge before pushing her flush to Draco’s chest.
“You bite him when I pinch that needy little clit of yours.”
All the air rushed out of her as Snape leaned over and bit Draco’s neck. She leaned to the side, smashed between the two men. Draco howled and writhed, the pleasure of the bite consuming him. Snape looked like he was drinking much harder and faster from Draco. Hermione gasped as a white light burst from Draco’s fingertips, filling the room with something that tasted like lemons and felt like ice. She couldn’t comprehend what was happening. But then Snape’s hand was at her entrance, though how it was able to work in between their bodies was a mystery. Fingers tweaked her clit and she felt herself falling. She stretched to reach the right side of Draco’s neck and bit down as hard as she could. The flavor of candy floss flooded her mouth as the pleasure crashed down on her again.
Draco screamed at the top of his lungs, hurting her ear drums as he hit notes she’d never heard from him. The cock ring between them disappeared and Draco bucked, arching off the bed so far that he lifted her and Snape. The white light became blinding before several glass items in the room exploded in a shower of splinters. Hermione buried her head in Draco’s neck, trying not to move too much, less the glass shred more of her skin than necessary. She didn’t feel the pain though so she basked in the pleasure that still tingled in her veins as Snape’s thrusts slowed and he made a strange purring noise.
After several minutes, Snape pulled away. She groaned when she felt the plug being taken away and hot seed dripping from her arse. She was lifted up and spun before being placed on her back next to Draco. Snape’s face had color now, though he was still pale. His lips were stained with blood but his teeth were pristine white.
“W-what happened?” she whispered.
“Draco is free from all the trappings his father bestowed upon him,” Snape said, running a hand over Draco’s leg.
Hermione looked over to see that Draco had actually passed out. He looked so beautiful, his blond hair fanned over the pillow. His lips, still stained with her blood, were parted as soft breaths escaped them. His neck was something out of a horror movie, two puncture wounds leaking blood on one side and a gruesome bite mark leaking blood on the other.
Snape smirked. “As you can see, the collars will come in quite handy.”
“Can’t you heal them?”
“I could but I prefer my marks to be visible. I will staunch the bleeding though.”
“But my mark is on him too.”
“And his mark is on you,” Snape said, making her slap a hand over the right side of her neck.
He chuckled. “It’s actually quite arousing. I do not mind your marks alongside mine. It means that we are one. No one can take you away from me now.”
“Were you always this possessive?”
Snape smirked. “Yes. Rest now pet. Allow my blood to send you off into the arms of Morpheus and enjoy the dreams he grants you.”
Hermione couldn’t help but obey. The exhaustion fell on her like a stone. The last thing she saw was Snape pull a heavy quilt over her before her eyes fell shut. Draco whimpered a second before grabbing her and pulling her into his side. The warmth of his embrace and the softness of the quilt lulled her to sleep. The scent of candy floss and anise saw her into her dreams.

AN: So, they're consorts now. I wonder how that's going to add to their problems. *evil grin* As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I read them every day and dream about becoming the next J.K. Rowling. :D Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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