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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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Hermione woke with the sunlight streaming in her eyes. She groaned and put an arm over her face, jumping when something brushed her elbow. She held her hand up to block the light and squinted to see what was tickling her. A piece of paper dangled in front of her face like it was hovering with a levitation charm, only there was no one casting it. A quick glance to the side confirmed that Draco was still asleep so she snatched the offending parchment and tried to focus on the spidery handwriting on it.
Good morning pets,
There are blood replinishers on the bedside table for you. Take them now.
Hermione turned her head, wincing when a sharp pain shot down both sides of her neck. There were two bottles of blood red potion on the table. She tried to reach them but her body would not cooperate. She huffed and fell back against her pillow.
“Can’t you just lie still for five bloody minutes?” Draco growled, pulling his pillow out from under his head and cramming it over his eyes.
“It’s morning. We’ve been gone from school for 24 hours. Do you honestly think no one will notice?”
Draco groaned and shoved his pillow away, hissing as he reached over her and grabbed the bottles. She took hers and downed it in one go, sighing in relief when her body warmed a little. She hadn’t noticed that she was so cold or fatigued. She picked the parchment back up and continued reading, noticing that Draco leaned over on her pillow to do the same.
As my pets, you will greet each other with a morning kiss. It will serve to fight any negative effects that you might experience from my absence. Do so now.
Draco frowned and shrugged, wincing before placing a soft kiss on Hermione’s lips.
“What negative effects?” Hermione asked aloud.
“Not a clue,” Draco said. “But I’m sure we’ll figure it out soon enough.”
She snorted. “Deal with the devil indeed.”
Draco grinned. “You wanted it too.”
She sniffed and held the parchment up again.
Breakfast is waiting for you in the kitchen. Please eat quickly and then come to the basement so I may place your collars on you. This is not negotiable. Failure to comply will lead to a very unsavory punishment. Go eat now.
Your Master,
Severus
Hermione tossed the parchment onto the bedside table and laid there for a few minutes. She hurt absolutely everywhere. Even her toes ached, no doubt cramping from the way she’d curled them the night before. Memories of the previous night made her blush, though she’d long surpassed the blushing innocent she was before the war. Still, she thought her first official threesome was quite the success despite a few hitches.
Draco sighed and shifted, grunting in pain. “Damn. Today is going to suck.”
“You still have some of that pain potion?”
“No. We took it all that one night we tried the chains.”
She hummed, shivering at the memory. They’d been too drunk to play properly, deciding it would actually be a good idea to restrain each other with heavy chains. Being drunk also numbed the pain and dulled the senses, which almost landed them in the Hospital wing.
“Think he’ll have some?” Draco asked.
Hermione burst into hysterical laughter at the stupid question, groaning in pain a moment later. It hurt to even laugh. Draco merely sniffed and tried to sit up, falling back to the mattress.
“Shit,” he breathed. “I’ll be punished for sure because I can’t bloody move.”
“I can’t either.”
“You think McGonagall will send the aurors or just Hagrid?”
“I don’t know,” she said quietly. “With what happened yesterday, I don’t know if Ron will make a big deal out of it or not. Perhaps they’ll think we just needed to cool off.”
Draco shook his head, groaning at the pain it caused. “Pansy is not that stupid. She knows I don’t give a rat’s arse. The weasel might be a different story.”
“Well, Harry knows what we were up to the day before, or he thinks he does. Maybe he’ll think this is part of it.”
“Fat chance,” he huffed. “Wonder what punishment is.”
“I have a feeling we’re going to find out.”
They didn’t have to wait long. Five minutes later, the burning started. The marks that Severus had left their first night together near their groins turned red hot, like someone had hit them with a burning hex.
“Fuck that hurts,” Draco hissed, rolling out of bed and hitting the floor with a thud just so it would stop.
“Does falling help?” Hermione called while trying to find her wand. It was nowhere.
“Moving helps,” he hissed, crawling across the floor. “Wish I knew where the fuck my clothes were.”
“Fuck the clothes, where is my wand?”
“Found it,” Draco said. “Chair by the door.”
“Toss it here.”
Her wand came hurdling at her end over end. She just barely had a chance to snatch it before it hit her in the face. She waved it a few times, cleaning and dressing herself before falling out of bed. Draco was right. Movement did make the searing pain let up. It wasn’t gone though so she dragged her body to the door, meeting Draco there.
“I can’t stand up,” Draco huffed. “How am I supposed to go down the fucking stairs?”
“Fall,” Hermione growled, gritting her teeth against the pain that wracked her entire body.
As soon as they made it out the door, the pain stopped and they collapsed in the hall in relief. Draco tried to sit up and cried out in pain, quickly lying back down on his side.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“I don’t remember straining my lips,” Hermione said dryly.
Draco laughed. “Nor my hair but it hurts just the same.”
“He said that we would feel everything today. He wasn’t kidding.”
“Decidedly not. But we have to figure out how to get down there to eat or he’ll do whatever the fuck that was again.”
Using the very last bit of strength they had, they crawled on hands and knees to the staircase and then used the banister to support their weight to stumble downstairs. They crawled into the kitchen and noticed a full English breakfast waiting for them with two places already set.
Draco groaned. “I can’t sit.”
“Look,” Hermione breathed, her eyes zeroed in on the chairs.
Draco frowned and leaned over a bit, laughing in triumph. There was one bottle of pain reliever on each of the chair seats. They dove for them, swallowing without a grimace and sighing in relief. The pain wasn’t completely gone but it was much better. At least sitting didn’t send shooting pains up their spines. Snape hadn’t been gentle, not that they would want him to be.
When they were seated, they found another parchment with the vampire’s handwriting:
Well done, pets. If you’ve made it this far, then you have found your reward for bearing the pain. Remember, in your future exploits, fighting through pain will be inevitable. Eat and then come visit me.
It was in the middle of the quiet breakfast that Hermione realized that she was more sober than she’d been since the war. The food did taste better and the company, silent as he was, was pleasant. But without something to dull her senses, her mind started spinning off on a dozen tangents that she never wanted to visit again.
“I need a hit,” Draco announced.
“Or a drink,” she muttered.
“Too clear?”
“Damn straight.”
Draco smirked and kept eating. “Your neck looks quite colorful this morning.”
She blushed and glared at him, noting the deep purple bruise on the right side of his neck. There were also two dark red puncture marks on the left side. She gave him her best smirk.
“Purple looks good on you.”
Draco’s smirk slipped and he glared at her. “You want more bruises?”
She held her head high. “Do your worst.”
Draco sat his fork down and started to lunge for her but he doubled over in pain, clutching his groin. “Shit, okay, I give.”
She frowned. “I’m not sure I like that.”
“What?” he rasped.
Color flooded her cheeks, her thoughts all too clear for the first time in a long time. “I like the bruises.”
He nodded thoughtfully. “We’ll have to ask his reasoning. Are you finished?”
She sat her fork down and frowned at her plate. She hadn’t even eaten half of it and she didn’t feel at all hungry. She glanced down to examine her thighs and sighed. She was losing weight again. She’d have to make a conscious effort to eat now or Harry would notice.
“You need another potion?”
She looked up to see Draco’s eyes zeroed in on her legs as well. It was an unspoken thing between them, keeping the weight on. Between the drugs, the alcohol, and the crushing depression when they weren’t fucking like mad, they couldn’t seem to eat enough to maintain. That led to questions and suspicion that they weren’t near ready for. Therefore, Draco had taken it upon himself to brew an appetite stimulant and a weight building potion.
“Probably,” she muttered, getting up with a wince.
It took several minutes to locate the basement and another few to figure out the spell that would keep light from flooding the place and hurting Snape. They stood at the top of the stairs with the door shut so their eyes would adjust.
“Are you going to stand there all day?” Snape called.
“No sir,” the muttered, feeling their way down the stairs.
The last few steps were illuminated with candlelight and they breathed easier knowing that solid ground was there. The basement was dimly lit by a few candles and the steady flame under several bubbling cauldrons. It looked frighteningly like the lab he normally set up during their potion’s class, only there was more equipment everywhere. He was stirring one of the cauldrons in precise movements and didn’t even acknowledge their presence until the stirring rod was securely on the table.
“How are you both feeling?”
Draco sniffed and leaned up against the wall near the entrance, the only one not covered in equipment. “How could I have been beyond high last night and then so clear this morning?”
Snape hummed and picked up another stirring rod, tending do the next cauldron with the same efficiency and concentration as the first. They knew better than to interrupt him so they stood still. After a few minutes, Hermione got restless and joined Draco on the wall, leaning into him for warmth. It was frightfully cold in the basement. Snape finally set his stirring rod down and leveled a calculating gaze at them.
“Vampire blood serves several purposes, actually. Yes, it can take you higher than you’ve ever been. It can take away pain and inhibitions. But it is also one of the cleanest drugs you’ve ever imbibed, leaving no contaminates when it wears off.”
“Meaning?” Hermione asked.
“Meaning you’ll find yourself extremely sober without a trace of other drugs in your system. There is no nicotine, no acid, no alcohol, not even residue from potions, even ones designed to heal.”
“That’s why you didn’t heal us last night,” Hermione said with a gasp.
Snape smirked. “Actually, that was deliberate. I was not talking in jest when I said that the collar would cover the marks. I will not be taking the marks away and I forbid either one of you from healing them.”
“Why?” Draco growled. “Keeping mum on the reasoning aside, we still have to bathe.”
“You may remove the collars only when inside the shower where no one can see,” Snape continued, moving down to the third and last cauldron to inspect it. “They have already been charmed to resist heat, dirt, water, and other spells so you needn’t worry about them being a hindrance. Otherwise, you belong to me. You will wear them as a sign of my ownership. Forever.”
They shuddered at the finality in the vampire’s voice and nodded solemnly. They’d signed up for this. It was time to ante up.
“I will, however, heal your other ailments,” Snape said, giving a pointed look to Hermione’s wrists.
She looked down and gasped, realizing for the first time that they were nearly black with a few cuts in them. The marks were no doubt the result of Draco binding her hands with his hair ribbon. She felt a little thrill at memory and sighed, realizing that she couldn’t wear the marks to school. They’d be questioned under veritiserum for sure.
Snape turned the flame off under the third cauldron and glided across the room, taking a pot of something out of his robes. He gently took her hands and started rubbing the contents of the pot onto her wrists. It stung but the cuts and bruises disappeared in moments. He rubbed them for a moment more before kissing them and grabbing Draco’s hands.
Hermione hadn’t realized that the tips of his fingers were black. There was actually a lot she hadn’t noticed, like the fact that he had dark circles under his eyes or the fact that his face was thinner than it should have been. It made him look a little more like the pale pointy boy of her nightmares than the square jawed man who took her to places that made her forget. She frowned as she watched Snape tend to his burned fingers and then kiss each one. How much had she missed in her alcohol haze?
“I encourage you both to stay sober this week,” Snape said, snapping his wand at them and removing their clothes in a heartbeat.
Hermione squeaked, trying to cover herself. It was freezing! But Snape’s look and a slight burn in her groin made her stop.
“How do you do that?” Draco growled, cupping the mark on his groin protectively.
“The venom,” Snape said. “In addition to providing a scent that will protect you, it allows me to punish and to reward as I see fit.”
Suddenly, the burning turned into a wave of pleasure that had them both trembling and moaning wantonly. Snape smirked as the pleasure rose. Hermione blearily watched as Snape knelt and took Draco in his mouth. Fingers found their way to her core just as she went over. Draco’s weak cry mingled with hers bounced off the stone walls. Once it was over, they slumped to the floor.
Snape chuckled and licked his lips. “You’re welcome.”

AN: Why yes, yes I do read a lot. And I have a super overactive imagination. Sometimes too overactive. Like now. This story was originally going to be about 10 chapters aaaaand.... I've just finished with 12 and no end in sight. Cest la vie. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. They make me think I might be a writer someday. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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