Fantasy House

"What are you doing?" Remus asked as he stepped into the potions lab.



It wasn't a very large space for a lab. It was elegant, though. A large ornate cabinet sat near the door. On the other side of the room was another door, which Remus assumed had to be a closet. As he watched Severus open said door, the werewolf found he was correct in his thinking.



There were five cauldrons of various sizes being used at the moment. And, honestly, Lupin did not think there was much room for any more. The largest of the cauldrons, a wrought iron cauldron that was about 20 inches in diameter, sat in a gilded fireplace. Yes, Zabini spared no expense, it seemed.



Severus glanced briefly at the werewolf. "I would think it obvious," he replied as he stirred one of the cauldrons, a 12 inch pewter. He moved to start a fire under another cauldron. "Miss Granger has seen fit to dump every potion Zabini had prepared for us. Not that I blame her. So, I am making new batches. I'm also working on the Wolfsbane for you."



Remus nodded. "Would you like some help?" he asked.



The Slytherin raised an eyebrow. "Wasn't Potions your weak subject?" he commented, not really expecting an answer. Especially since he already knew the answer. "Besides, Draco and Lucius both promised to help later."



"And I'm sure Hermione has as well," the Gryffindor pointed out.



"Naturally," Severus stated, while neatly chopping some ginger. "I just don't see the point in having four people in this room."



"I don't think this room could fit four people," Remus commented. "You'll be lucky if you can fit three with all those cauldrons going at once."



The Slytherin inclined his head in agreement. "The sooner I get this done, the better. I don't want to spend the next three weeks brewing potions," he said.



"I'll leave you to it, then," the werewolf stated as he bowed out of the room.



(II) (II)



Hermione felt silly as she stepped up to the pool. There was absolutely no reason whatsoever for her to be wrapped in a towel when she hadn't even gotten into the pool yet. But, she felt weird not having the towel.



As she stepped into the pool, she pulled the towel off of herself and folded it neatly next to the edge. It really was absurd. After all, she was naked. She'd been naked for the past three days or so. And there was no getting dressed. What difference did it make whether she wore a towel to the pool or not?



But, that was her biggest deal. As she swam to the other end of the pool, she thought of her life before. It had been incredible. She had wonderful friends who loved her like a sister. She was getting ready for a great position within the Ministry. In fact, she had just recently purchased her own home.



What she missed most were her clothes. She had never really thought about how important her clothes had been until now. She really had taken them for granted. She felt like Eve before the snake.



No. That was not entirely truthful. Wasn't Eve completely innocent before she met the snake? And if so, then Hermione was certainly discounted from Eve. After all, after fighting and winning a war against Voldemort, one could hardly call Hermione "innocent." And that didn't even include what she's doing in a house with five naked men.



The pool was quite large, too. She figured everyone in the house could fit quite comfortably in this pool and still, there would be room for more. She wondered how deep it was. She knew the shallow end was about four feet, if one were to judge based on one's own height. The deep end had to be more than 6 feet, but she really had no way of knowing for certain how deep it was.



A loud splash made her turn quickly to see who had joined her. At first, it seemed as no one was there, but Hermione knew better. Taking a breath, she dived underwater and looked around. Sirius gave her a smile and waved before heading to the surface.



Hermione broke the water with him. "What brings you out here?" Sirius asked as he treaded water.



"I just wanted to get out of the house," she told him. "And I'm bored."



He looked at her curiously. "With a library full of books?"



She rolled her eyes. "If the books had something of real value, maybe I would read them," she huffed, though not in malice towards him.



He frowned. "They really are all sex books, huh?"



She nodded. "It's a bit intimidating," she said, honestly. "I mean, I know the whole purpose here is to have sex, but he can't expect us to have sex every single hour of the day."



"Maybe it's not his intent on keeping us here long?" Sirius suggested.



"Doubtful," Hermione snorted. "I may not know Zabini well, but I have a feeling we are going to be here for a while. Even if we did have a huge, free-for-all orgy. He's not planning on releasing us any time soon."



"It doesn't make any sense, does it?" the animagus stated, thoughtfully. "I suppose I could understand it if he were trying to teach Snape and I about inter-House relations or something. Or even the Malfoys. But, what's the point of getting the six of us together?"



"I don't think Zabini thought of this on his own," Hermione said. "He had help. Or, more importantly, someone gave him the idea. No sane person would put you and Severus in a room alone together. And Remus? What are we going to do on the full moon?"



"Snape said he was going to make the Wolfsbane Potion," Sirius pointed out.



Hermione nodded. "I know. But, Sirius, have you read anything about werewolves and mating? Especially during the full moon. Werewolves become extremely possessive over their mates. Even with the potion, no one will be able to touch me if he and I have sex. His werewolf self will see me as his mate and he'll be a danger to the four of you."



"Do you think that'll change when he has sex with the rest of us?" he asked.



"Have you ever met a gay werewolf?" Hermione questioned. "I don't think anyone knows what will happen after he has sex with the rest of you. There's no documentation of homosexual werewolves. Or even bisexual werewolves. And werewolves aren't known for having multiple partners."



"They mate for life, like regular wolves," Sirius agreed. Then, a thought came to him, "You might not have anything to worry about. After all, he was mated to Tonks. They have a child together."



Hermione shook her head. "Unlike wolves, werewolves will find a new partner if their partner dies. You are right. They do have only one mate at a time. But, only so long as that mate lives."



The animagus sighed, "This is going to be bloody difficult for Remus."



Hermione couldn't help but agree. They became quiet for a little bit, lost in their own thoughts. Then, Sirius spoke up, "I apologize for the way I acted last night. I was just really tired and the dream I had..."



"It's alright," she assured him. "We were all tired and Draco was a bit more than freaked out."



The animagus rolled his eyes. "He's a lot of big talk," he said.



She laughed. "So are you!" she accused, splashing him playfully with some water.



And so began the water fight. They splashed and dunked one another. When Hermione scrambled to get out of the water, Sirius grabbed her and threw her back in.



She let herself sink to the bottom and swam to the other end of the pool. Before he could stop her, she broke the surface and jumped out. She made a beeline towards the back door, not caring that she was soaking wet.



Not that it mattered. She barely had the door open, when he grabbed her from behind and lifted her into the air. She kicked and screamed as he carried her back towards the pool.



"What's going on?" Lucius asked, peeking out of the house.



"Lucius! Save me!" Hermione screamed as Sirius tossed her back into the water. Her words were drowned by the huge splash.



The animagus wiped his hands against one another. "No worries, Malfoy. We're just having a bit of..."



His words were cut off as Hermione jumped out of the water just enough to grab him by the knees and pull him in. Lucius raised an eyebrow and went back inside the house.



They both broke the surface and laughed. Sirius wiped the water and hair out of his face and glanced at Hermione. They laughed some more. Then, he swam towards her and kissed her.



Shocked, Hermione pulled away and looked at him with wide eyes. He gave her a soft half smile that was neither condescending nor smug. In fact, his small smile would best be described as sheepish or shy. These things Hermione did not understand. In all the years she had known him, she’d never known Sirius to be sheepish or shy.



His grey eyes stared into hers and she found herself slightly confused. She knew what he wanted, that much was obvious. She just did not know if she was ready for it. After all, he was Harry's godfather. What would Harry say if he found out?



Sirius touched her cheek gently with the back of his fingers. As his hand gently cupped her jaw, his other hand moved around her waist and pulled her closer to him. "This is strange for all of us," he whispered. "Very little can be as odd as having sex with your best friend, but at least Remus and I aren't related. I hate to admit it, but I actually feel sorry for the Malfoys."



"No father should be forced to sleep with his son," Hermione agreed.



Sirius wrinkled his nose. "It would be like me sleeping with Harry," he said, making a disgusted face that caused Hermione to smile. "I still can't believe they expect me to go off with Snape. That's going to be difficult."



"Maybe," she said. "He's really not that bad, Sirius."



His eyes widened in astonishment, but she interrupted him before he could say anything, "I'm not talking about sex. Though, he's quite good with that. No," she told him, "he's a good guy, too. Sure he treated Harry, Ron, and myself horribly in school. He was an outright bully to Neville. But, he was also under a lot of stress. And he was doing something he absolutely hated."



"Snivellus loves potions, Hermione," Sirius corrected.



"Don't call him that," she scolded, shaking her head. "And I'm not talking about potions. I'm talking about day after day, teaching kids who couldn't give two Knuts about potions. And then, as if that's not bad enough, he had to protect a boy who looked like his sworn enemy. And Harry didn't exactly treat Severus with respect. Always accusing Severus of being the trouble maker."



Sirius let go of the Muggle-born and swam a pace back. "You act like Snape was blameless. He treated Harry like shit. He still does."



"Well, perhaps if you and James had treated Severus like a human being instead of a punching bag..."



"Oh, come off it, Hermione," the animagus growled. "Why are you sticking up for him?"



"Because it's about time someone did," she argued back. "After everything he's done for the Order, for Harry. And still the Ministry won't even give him an Order of Merlin. In fact, if it hadn't been for me, Severus wouldn't even be alive right now."



Sirius rolled his eyes. "Oh, yes. Because of that split second treatment you gave him in the Shrieking Shack. What was it? A quick smearing of Dittany followed by Blood Replenishing? And then the anti-venom you happened to find in his robes. Then, it was off to St. Mungo's..."



"Where I had to literally fight with the staff to treat him!" she yelled, her face scrunched in anger. "When I went to the hospital after the battle to check on him, they hadn't even tended to him. In fact, they weren't planning on tending him. Why? Because 'he's a Death Eater.' 'He killed Dumbledore.' And all sorts of other crazy spouting. Nevermind that he just saved everyone's life! Nevermind that he's been working against Voldemort ever since Harry was a baby to keep Harry alive."



"Harry got him acquitted, didn't he? Harry's testimony kept the bastard out of Azkaban," Sirius argued.



"Barely," Hermione responded. "There were a couple of Severus' old students on the bench who wanted to see him behind bars. Thankfully, they were overruled."



"Look, I don't want to fight about Snape," Sirius said, sighing. He moved to pulled Hermione back into an embrace, and she hesitated. He gave her a curious look. "What's wrong?"



She glanced down at the water. "I don't know," she admitted. "I suppose I'm a bit nervous."



"Because of Harry?" he asked.



She nodded and he placed a hand on her jaw. He tilted her face upward so that she looked at him. "I wouldn't worry too much about him," he told her. "Even if Harry were to find out, I highly doubt he'd hold it against us. He might even relish the thought. Who knows? After all of this, you and I might turn this into something more than just sex."



"Would you want something more than just sex?" she asked, looking into his grey eyes once more.



He gave her a half smile. "You know? I never really thought about it," he told her, honestly. "At Hogwarts, I steered away from the witches, preferring to get my kicks with Muggles. After graduation, it became a survival game. We were all fighting Voldemort and I didn't really have time to look. And then, I was sent to Azkaban."



"And now?" she asked.



In answer, he bent his head down and kissed her softly on the lips. He ran his tongue lightly over her bottom lip and she opened her mouth. He took the invitation for what it was and deepened the kiss. His tongue swirled around hers and then he licked her tongue. He pressed his body against hers and they both moaned.



Breaking the kiss, he glanced at her. "I can see myself with you, Hermione. If you'd have me," he whispered, his breath teasing her lips.



Honey eyes met stormy and she was at a loss of what to say. Never in her wildest dreams did Hermione believe she'd have such a conversation with Sirius. She placed her hands on his shoulders and lifted herself up slightly to kiss him. He was a bit out of practice, but she figured he'd get better.



As they kissed, he moved them towards the edge of the pool so that he could prop her up against the wall. He slid his hands down her legs and wrapped her legs around his waist. He rubbed his penis against her core and groaned. She yelped.



"I don't understand," she said, glancing down at their entwined bodies.



He said nothing as lifted them both out of the water and onto the sidelines of the pool. He laid her down on the cement. He gently teased her clit with his forefinger and thumb. "It's the water," he explained to her. "Water washes away your natural juices. And, certain types of water can leave you quite dry. I should have known. The pool is filled with chlorine."



"Which dries out everything," she said, realization dawning on her. She looked at him and smiled. "But, if you keep rubbing me there, I won't be dry for long."



He raised an eyebrow and then shot her a mischievous smirk. He kissed her lips again and started trailing kisses down her body, all the while, rubbing her clit with his fingers. He gave special attention to each of her breasts, suckling on one nipple, then the other. He dipped his tongue into her navel, earning a giggle from her. "Ticklish?" he asked.



She glanced down at him with hazy eyes. "Don't tell the others?"



He smirked and continued his exploration of her body. By the time he actually tasted her, he was happy to find her a bit wet. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, earning a loud moan from Hermione. He teased her clit with his teeth and the tip of his tongue while he fingered her opening.



He slowly kissed his way back up her body, careful to give her navel and each nipple his attention. His lips moved to a point between her neck and shoulder and he suckled there for a bit before kissing her jaw and then her lips again.



As they kissed, he removed his fingers from her opening to replace them with the head of his penis. She opened her eyes and stared at him while he teased her opening and kissed her. Her eyes closed again as he entered her.



When she opened her eyes again, it was to find him looking at her. He kissed her once more, though it was light. He didn't "pound" into her. Nor did he "fuck" her. His movements were slow and rhythmic. Like he was... making love to her.



He touched her jaw with his fingertips and dipped his head to give her a small kiss on the lips. As he did, she realized that he was, indeed, making love to her. She didn't really understand why he would do so, but she did find herself enjoying it.



It was weird, making love to Sirius Black, godfather to Harry, Hermione's best friend. But, she found herself enjoying it. Even as he picked up the pace, she could tell he was being gentle with her.



He broke their kiss and sat up slightly, remaining embedded within her. He continued moving within her, and she found this position hit a spot in her that made the entire thing even more enjoyable.



"Oh, Sirius," she panted as she rocked with him. And he allowed her to.



It was with a grunt of satisfaction that he came inside of her, though he knew she hadn't climaxed yet. As his penis slipped out of her, he moved down and began licking her labia. He slipped his fingers inside of her and greedily ate her.



"Oh, my god!" she hissed as she felt his fingers and tongue do their magic.



He licked around her opening and even delved into her with his tongue. For him, it tasted like heaven. He knew there was no turning back from this. He was tired, sure. It had been the best sex of his life. But, he would be damned if he left her unsatisfied.



She didn't know how much more she could take. His fingers were rubbing a spot inside her pussy that she didn't even know existed. In fact, it was the same spot he had rubbed with his penis moments before. She would have to ask him about it... If she remembered.



She screamed her orgasm. As she started to climb down from her high, he licked her pussy clean and then moved back up where he kissed her on the lips. She could taste the mixture of his come and hers and looked at him curiously.



He broke the kiss and gave her a half smile. "I hate to leave my partner unsatisfied. I apologize for coming so early. I suppose it's been a while."



She touched his cheek. "There's no need to apologize," she told him. "I actually... enjoyed it."



He gave her another half smile and kissed her again. They sat up together and he pulled her into an embrace, so that her back was against his chest. "I was serious about what I said before," he said softly in her ear. "After all this is finished, I wouldn't mind turning us into something more."



She turned her head slightly so she could see his face. "Yes, I know," she admitted. "But, for now, we need to keep this the way it is. It wouldn't do for us to have any sort of relationship. Especially since each of you are prone to jealousy. I don't want to start any fights. And I don't want anyone to 'claim' me. We'll have a hard enough time with Remus."



"I understand," he told her.



They sat in silence for a while, watching the water or the sky. Then, Hermione remembered something. "Sirius, when you were... you know, you kept hitting something inside of me and it felt really good. What was that?" she asked.



It took him a moment to realize what she was talking about, and then he laughed. "Don't you know about your own body, Hermione?" he questioned. "You've heard of a g-spot, correct? Well, that's all I was hitting."



Hermione thought about this for a moment. "Excuse me, Sirius," she said as she stood up.



"Where are you going?" he asked as she started walking towards the back door.



"Perhaps that library will come in handy," she said. "I'm going to learn more about this."



As she walked into the house, Sirius couldn't help but be amused. Well, if she was going to learn more, then perhaps it would do for him to take up some reading as well. He stood up and went to join Hermione in the library.



(III)(III)



"Did you enjoy the article in the Prophet, Lucius? I thought you would. Just think, by the time you get out of there, everyone will think the Malfoys are despicable and your reputations will be ruined. You and Draco won't even be able to show your faces in public," Zabini said as he walked the length of a parlor.



Lucius' eyes narrowed. He could tell the black Italian was in the Manor.



"Zabini, you fucking swine! I'll destroy you for this!" Draco hollered at the TV screen.



The older Malfoy glanced at his son in annoyance. "It's no use yelling at the screen, Draco," he told the boy.



"I noticed that none of you have been using any of the special rooms I had designed for you," Zabini continued. "If I were you, I'd rectify that. You won't be getting out of there any time soon. Nothing is going to waste."



The Malfoys sat on the couch as Zabini continued his small speech. "Draco, you should really try sucking your father's dick soon, too. I've heard that it is quite tasty. I know you want to. You were quite horny the other night, rubbing so provocatively against him like you did. And then, masturbating in the kitchen like you did. You came all over the bottom of the table. How naughty. You should spank him for that, Lucius."



"What the hell is going on?" Hermione asked, entering the living room.



Both Malfoys were sitting on the couch, seething, as the TV screen continued to show Zabini. "I fuck her every night, Lucius," the black boy continued. "Every night Narcissa pleasures me, sucking my cock and letting me take her in the pussy and arse. Tell me, did she ever let you fuck her in the arse? I'll bet Granger won't let you do it, either. It feels so good and tight."



"Probably because her pussy is too loose, you fucked-up bastard," Lucius hissed as he stood up and walked to the television. "How do you turn this fucking thing off?"



As the eldest Malfoy looked for the power button, Hermione and Draco glanced at one another startled. Neither had ever heard Lucius swear. Indeed, Draco often was reprimanded for swearing by Lucius. The only swear word the pureblood aristocrat ever felt the need to say was "Mudblood." And time had even changed that.



Come to think of it, thought Draco. Lucius hadn't even reprimanded Draco for swearing. No, his father had reprimanded him for yelling, not for swearing. Draco assumed this meant his father was really angry.



Hermione hurried to the television as Zabini started to describe, in detail, his latest fuck session with Narcissa. The Muggle-born was disgusted and she pressed the power button. But, the TV didn't turn off. Instead, Zabini just started laughing.



The three looked curiously at the screen, a mixture of anger, hatred, and disgust on all their faces. "By now, one of you will have attempted to turn off the television," Zabini stated, as he stopped laughing. "It's no use. The television turns off when I turn it off." He became serious again. "Now, all of you had better start fucking more. I'm sure Snape can whip up a good aphrodisiac, perhaps even an erection potion. Use the rooms, it's what they're there for. None of you will be getting out of here any time soon. Especially if you aren't fucking one another. There's no point in being shy. By now, you should have gotten used to seeing each other naked."



With that, the television went black.



Hermione glanced at Lucius, but he didn't look back. Instead, he stared intently at the DVD player. She placed a hand on his shoulder. "Lucius..." she started.



He turned away from her and quit the room. Hermione's hand hung in midair for a moment before falling to her side. She looked at Draco. He sighed as he looked away from her.



"They were never in love," he told her. "Not truly. My grandfathers had arranged the entire marriage. But, Father was always good to Mother. Gave her anything and everything she could possibly want."



"I know," the Gryffindor said. "I'm sorry."



"What are you sorry for, Granger?" he snapped, his eyes darting to hers. "You're just as bad off as we are... No. I take that back. You're not the one being accused of kidnapping. If anything, you're the victim. That's what the Prophet is saying. We kidnapped you. As if Father and I would bring ourselves so low."



She gasped and he realized his mistake. He actually looked ashamed as he said, "What I mean is, bringing ourselves so low as to kidnap someone."



"You kidnapped Luna," she pointed out, looking away.



"No we didn't," he corrected. "That was Nott. We just kept her at our place, as per the Dark Lord's orders. But, we didn't actually kidnap her. Nor would we. The Malfoys are above such petty crimes."



She didn't know why, but she just could not bring herself to believe him. "I have to go," she mumbled as she, too, left the room.



Draco sighed and glanced at the coffee table. On top of it was the day's edition of the Daily Prophet. The headline read: Search For Malfoys And Hermione Granger Continues: The Boy Who Lived Starts to Suspect Malfoys Have Hand in Friend's Disappearance.

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Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait, everyone. I hope you all enjoy this installment. Thank you for all the great reviews. Please, don't hesitate to read my other works. I know a lot of it is Dramione, but I hope in the future, I will have some Snape/Hermione. (I have tried it a few times, but didn't really care for it. But, I am working on it.)