Fantasy House

That night, Draco lay between Remus and Sirius. He didn\'t know what bothered him more, that he was sleeping between a werewolf and animagus or that he was sleeping between two men who held no relation to him.



While it was true that Draco despised himself for thinking of his father, it disturbed him to be between these two men. Then again, wasn\'t Sirius Black a cousin of his? Not that it really made much difference. Cygnus and the rest of the Black family had disowned Sirius, so Draco never really knew the man as his cousin. And, honestly, he couldn\'t remember if they were second cousins or third. Either way, it was perfect acceptable in pureblood society to sleep with him... if Sirius had been a woman, that is.



An even bigger problem was that both men slept on their sides. That would have been fine with Draco, except, both men were currently facing him. Which meant that Draco was currently sleeping on his back. And, again, the young Slytherin couldn\'t help but think how much easier it would be if either or both men were women instead. But, there was no mistaken the rod that was currently rubbing itself against Draco\'s thigh.



That\'s why the Slytherin was wide awake in the middle of the night. He could hear the soft breathing of his bed companions and knew everyone was sound asleep. So, apparently, Black was dreaming. And, it must have been a pretty good dream because the man was near panting. Draco had no idea what to do.



I\'m really going to kill you, Zabini, he thought as he tried to decide what to do.



He wasn\'t about to turn on his side and expose his back to the man. That was asking for it. After all, wasn\'t Black\'s animagus form a dog? Yeah. Not happening. Especially since Draco had no wand to conjure lube.



He could turn towards Black, but he didn\'t want to risk the man kissing him or some other such nonsense. Then again... Was that?...



Draco glanced down and watched in a mixture of horror and fascination as Black\'s hand, which had been draped across Draco\'s stomach, began rubbing slow circles over the boy\'s navel and slowly, tantalizingly, started to move further south.



The Slytherin gasped and nearly shouted when he was grabbed by Lupin and rolled under the werewolf. He heard Black whimpering in his sleep. For a moment, the ex-professor and student stared at one another in the dark. When Draco moved his mouth to say something, Lupin quickly shushed him. The werewolf glanced at his friend and issued a soft growl. After a moment, he quieted and turned back to the Slytherin beneath him.



"Do you need the loo?" he whispered to the boy.



Draco furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He felt the werewolf shift his weight as though feeling for something. Then, it dawned on Draco. The boy\'s face wrinkled in disgust and his shook his head furiously.



Lupin nodded once and rolled off of the boy. "Sleep between Snape and me," he whispered. "Otherwise, Sirius will be pounding into you by daybreak."



Draco\'s nose twitched. "Did he do that to Granger last night?" he asked.



Lupin sighed and shook his head. "Thank God, no. But then, he wasn\'t dreaming last night either."



To validate his words, Lupin glanced down and Draco followed his gaze. The men watched as Sirius wrapped his hand around Lupin\'s cock and gave it a light squeeze. Lupin closed his eyes and Draco quickly looked away in horror.



(II) (II)



Hermione wasn\'t faring much better herself. Everything was perfectly fine for the first part of the night. She had been sleeping quite comfortably wrapped in Severus\' arms. Lucius seemed completely amicable in letting the snarky Potions Master hold her.



But the sounds of the other three men moving about had awoken both of the men and Hermione. They tried to remain quiet as Severus smirked to them. It was apparent that he could hear the conversation between Draco and Remus and Hermione looked at him curiously. Then, all three heard the unmistakable sound of a moan.



Hermione covered her mouth to stem the surprised gasp that tried to escape. She had no idea what they were doing, and when she tried to move to see, Severus stopped her. He kissed her tenderly on her lips while Lucius slipped a hand across her breast. Hermione\'s eyes opened wide, but Severus only deepened the kiss. She could feel Lucius\' lips upon her shoulder and both men were sporting erections.



(III) (III)



Remus closed his eyes to squelch his desire to sigh in pleasure. Had it really been so long? He took a deep breath and swallowed hard. As much as he wanted to continue, he really needed to wake Sirius up.



He turned around to face his friend and was completely caught off guard as Sirius\' lips came crashing down on his own. To say Remus was shocked was an understatement. Considering the werewolf had never kissed a man before, he was at a momentary loss at how to proceed.



Thankfully, his senses came back to him quickly. He allowed Sirius to kiss him for a moment or two. (More to understand what it was like. After all, he would eventually have to kiss the other men as well.) Then, he broke the kiss, peppering Sirius\' bearded chin (that did not feel right) with light kisses before pulling away.



Sirius gazed at him hazily and Remus could tell the man wasn\'t truly awake. Then Sirius\' eyes closed again as he pulled Remus closer and tried to lick the werewolf\'s neck. This was not going to work. Every instinct in the werewolf was screaming at him to stop the animagus.



As gently as he possibly could, which was rather rougher than necessary, Remus pushed away from his friend and gave him a shake. "Wake up," he whispered in a growl.



(IV) (IV)



Severus slipped his hand down Hermione\'s body and gently cupped her arse. He could feel Lucius pressing his erection against the girl\'s cheeks. Both Slytherins knew that Hermione had no experience in anal sex and Lucius was gentleman enough not to actually try it with her. But, that didn\'t mean he wouldn\'t rub against her.



Lucius lifted Hermione\'s leg and draped it over Severus\' hip before pushing her closer to the professor. Then, as he gently sucked on Hermione\'s neck, Lucius gave Severus a light handjob. The dark Slytherin returned the favour with enthusiasm as he continued kissing the girl.



Lucius guided Severus towards the girl\'s entrance and could feel her wetness on his wrist. Both men gave a moan as the tip of Severus\' erection stroked her entrance.



"SERIOUSLY??!!" Draco shouted, while jumping out of the bed.



(V) (V)



Sirius\' eyes snapped open at the boy\'s shout. He stared at his best friend in horror as the Slytherin boy flipped the lights on.



"Draco, come back to bed and stop this nonsense," Lucius said calmly as he continued kissing Hermione\'s shoulder.



"Has everyone here gone mad?" Draco ranted, ignoring his father. "You want to know nonsense? I was just molested by a sleeping animagus! And as if that\'s not enough, everyone is having sex!"



Hermione was moving to sit up, despite protests from both Lucius and Severus. "Not everyone is having sex, Draco," she told him.



"Yeah, because you weren\'t about to get shagged by Snape and my father, right?" he sneered sarcastically. "And then Lupin and Black were over here just happy petting each other. No sex there, right?"



"We weren\'t petting each other," Remus disputed. "We were just..."



"Snogging each other senseless?" Draco demanded.



The werewolf\'s eyes narrowed. Severus raised an eyebrow. "Honestly, Draco, what else would you have us do? If you really are that jealous, why did you let Lupin stop Black from touching you? Or were you hoping that Lupin would touch you instead?"



"I\'m not jealous!" the Slytherin protested. "And I don\'t want Lupin touching me. I don\'t want anyone touching me, well, except Granger, and that\'s besides the point."



"Weren\'t you the one who said that it would be unfair for Miss Granger to oversee all of our sexual needs?" Lucius asked as he sat up. He was a bit disappointed in his deflating erection. That would need to be taken care of later. "What would you rather see everyone do? Masturbate?"



Draco wrinkled his nose in disgust. He had never heard so many filthy words from his father\'s mouth. Especially in one sitting. He didn\'t like it. He especially didn\'t like the thoughts that popped into his head every time he heard his father mutter those words. "No, but..." he hesitated. "What about what Granger had suggested? Why is everyone rushing into this? We have time. We don\'t have to jump into one huge orgy overnight. Besides, no one here has a wand. How are we supposed to conjure lube?"



"Conjure..." Hermione started and then stopped. No one could tell if she was amused, terrified, or annoyed. "Conjure lube?! Draco, you really are a blond, you know that?"



She moved off of the bed and walked out of the room. She returned moments later with a bottle and threw it at Draco. Thankfully, all those years playing Seeker helped him out. Draco easily caught the bottle and read the label.



"Liquid Silk?" Draco questioned as he turned the bottle to read more. His face became noticeably pink.



Sirius slipped off the bed and moved toward him. Taking the bottle from Draco, he read the label as well. "What do you know? It\'s lube," he said, in amazement. He glanced at Hermione. "Where did you find this?"



Hermione rolled her eyes. "In the bathroom, where else?" she said. "Honestly, Zabini left us in a house full of sex paraphernalia. He wouldn\'t do so without also leaving us things to help with the sex. There\'s an entire cabinet in the bathroom with lubricants, condoms, batteries, and a plethora of other things. Not to mention, he must have some forethought, because he even left some all ready made potions in the bathroom, for headaches and such. There\'s some Calming Draught among other things. Though why he felt the need to give us potions when he most likely knows Severus would never use a potion he did not brew himself is beyond me."



Sirius started to argue, "Just because Snivellus won\'t take a bloody potion, doesn\'t mean we..."



"AND, after everything I\'ve seen from Zabini, I wouldn\'t trust any potion he had either," Hermione continued, glaring at Sirius. "God, Sirius, are you always so childish? It doesn\'t matter. I threw the potions out."



"You..." Sirius stopped and stared at the girl in shock. "You threw the potions out! Why?"



"Because I don\'t trust him," she snapped. "And the longer I stay in this house, the less I trust him. Look at what he\'s done to us."



"You don\'t trust him, but you trust these three?" the animagus asked, waving a hand toward the three Slytherins.



Hermione tilted her head to the side slightly. She almost had a look of curiosity about her. "You\'re really going to play the House game?" she asked him. "Did Peter teach you anything at all?"



Sirius stood there confusedly. "How does Peter have anything to do with..."



"He has everything to do with this," Hermione told him. "Peter Pettigrew was a Gryffindor. And he betrayed his best friends. Lucius may be a Slytherin, but he is loyal to his family and his friends. Draco may be a stuck-up spoiled brat, but at least he knows how to be a gentleman. And neither of the Malfoys measure up to what Severus has done for the Order. During my third year of Hogwarts, it was Severus\' potions that kept Remus from becoming a homicidal maniac every full moon."



"I sacrificed a lot for the Order as well," Sirius argued, a bit deflated.



"I never denied that," Hermione said. She had calmed down considerably. She glanced at the darkened window. "There is one thing Voldemort was right about. While I love Hogwarts and enjoy the idea of different Houses, it\'s a bit... ridiculous. It\'s so stereotypical. I was hated by many Ravenclaws because I was a smart Gryffindor. And that\'s just the beginning of the inter-House prejudices. That\'s not including how many people thought Neville should have been Sorted into Hufflepuff because \'he was so ridiculously slow.\' And let\'s not forget how people viewed Draco because he was a Slytherin. It\'s not... right."



"But, you don\'t trust Zabini," Sirius pointed out.



Hermione shook her head. "But, it\'s not because he\'s a Slytherin. It\'s his actions that I don\'t trust. Just like I don\'t trust Cormac McLaggen or Zacharias Smith."



"Didn\'t you date McLaggen?" Draco asked, nicking the bottle from Sirius and moving to sit on the bed.



Hermione sniffed. "That\'s not something I\'m proud of," she said.



"I wouldn\'t blame you," Lucius said, glancing at the window and then at the clock. "The McLaggens, while wealthy enough, tend to leave a bad taste in everyone\'s mouth after they leave. In fact, I rarely invite them to my functions and only attend functions that they are invited to if I necessarily have to."



"I take it they are all boisterous?" Hermione asked.



The Slytherin shrugged and laid back down. "Boisterous is an understatement, Miss Granger. Now, if there are no objections, I would like to try and regain a bit of the sleep I have lost. And I would suggest everyone follows suit. Lack of sleep can be quite an irritant during daytime hours."



Hermione and Draco shared a look. Then, Draco shrugged and climbed back into bed. He was quick to take Hermione\'s abandoned spot between his father and Severus.



"Hey!" the Gryffindor lioness protested.



"Snooze you lose, Granger," he said with a smirk.



Lucius opened on eye and looked at his son. "Poke me and you\'ll be sleeping on the floor, understood?"



Draco\'s eyes widened and Hermione smirked. The Gryffindor easily maneuvered between Remus and Sirius. The small group did not awaken again until almost noon time.

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Author\'s Note: Wow. Another chapter. I\'m impressed with myself. Not overly sexual, but enough. And, you\'ve gotta love Draco\'s responses. Seems he\'s not as guy-oriented as he claims to be, huh?



So, what are your thoughts? Anyone?