Fantasy House

The next two days were a bit easier on the four people. Though Remus\' wolf form still wanted to tear Severus to shreds, the werewolf managed to control the urge. Perhaps it was the fact that the Potions master was already injured and posed no real threat, but whatever the cause, Remus found to his surprise that he was able to suppress the rage. He spent the nights mating with Hermione and prowling the gardens.



Hermione had managed to get most of the splintered wood out of Severus. In some cases, she had to dig pretty deep, much to his displeasure. But the Potions master took it in stride. It wasn\'t the worst thing that had ever happened to him.



"Without my wand, I cannot prevent scarring," Hermione said apologetically as she removed the last splinter she could find. She sat back on the tiled floor of the bathroom.



He gave her a sardonic smile. "Have you actually looked at my body, Hermione?" he asked. "Scars from splintered wood aren\'t that big of a deal. It could have been much worse."



She nodded as she thought of how much worse it really could have been. That the table hadn\'t pierced a vital organ was incredible. Somehow, Severus had managed to escape death again.



She leaned up against him. "I was so scared when I saw you in the pile of wood," she told him. "It felt like the Shrieking Shack all over again. The only difference is, this time, I actually care about what happens to you."



"And you didn\'t before?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and glancing down at her.



She allowed him to wrap his arms around her as she snuggled into him. She shook her head. "Not the way Harry, Ron, and I first saw you. We thought you were an evil man. We truly believed that you had murdered Dumbledore for Voldemort," she explained. "At the time, it felt... poetic to me. The man I thought you were, dying by the hand of the master he so willingly served."



He nodded and rested his chin atop her head. "Then I had played my part extremely well," he concluded. "You were meant to think that of me. All of you were. I still don\'t understand why you came back for me."



She sighed. "I knew your story," she replied. "Harry told Ron and me about your love for Lily and how you had done everything for her. He called you \'Dumbledore\'s Man,\' but I knew better. You didn\'t do it for Dumbledore. You didn\'t do anything for Dumbledore. It was always for Lily. I... I couldn\'t hate you anymore because of that. And when Harry told me you and Dumbledore had planned the headmaster\'s death..."



"Dumbledore planned his own death," Severus growled, lifting his head and looking down at the girl. "I was just a pawn in his plot. We all were. Potter was his precious Queen, but that\'s all we ever were. No more meaningful than the pieces of a chess game."



Hermione wasn\'t sure she liked that analogy. The idea that Dumbledore had used them all was still a very foreign concept to her, even though the Malfoys and Severus continued to talk about it. She understood where they were coming from, but she didn\'t like the idea of condemning a man who couldn\'t defend himself, especially when so much good had come from Dumbledore.



"I miss them so much," she whispered as she buried her face in his bicep. "I see them when I sleep. Harry and Ron. We are sitting in front of the fireplace in Gryffindor tower, laughing. Or we\'re walking on the Hogwarts grounds, discussing the last Quidditch match or our test scores. Or I\'m berating them for their lack of study skills. I see Harry and Ginny kissing under the oak tree near the Burrow, or Ron and Luna holding hands while perusing the streets of Hogsmeade."



He could feel that her face was wet. "You\'ll see them soon," he told her. "Once the Malfoys leave that room, we\'ll be ready to start."



Her tears intensified. "I never thought something like this would happen," she said, lifting her face and wiping the tears away. "I feel so horrible for Lucius and Draco and what they have to go through. No one should be forced into the situation they have found themselves in."



"That goes for all of us, Hermione," Severus pointed out. "They are not the only ones suffering. As much as I\'ve enjoyed our time together, something tells me you had no intention of handing your virginity over to your ex-Potions professor. And I know neither Remus nor Lucius ever wanted to have sex with this many men. While I don\'t know much about Black, I\'m sure even he isn\'t too happy with this situation."



The girl frowned. "And now you and Sirius..." she trailed off, knowing he knew what she was about to say. She stood up and glared at a spot behind him. "It\'s not fair! There\'s no reason why the two of you should have to do anything! There\'s no reason why Draco and Lucius should have to do anything. None of this makes any sense! He has to know that when we get out, he\'s done for. He has to know he\'ll lose everything. All these Daily Prophets claiming Lucius and Draco are at fault will come to naught once we all get out of here and tell them the truth."



Sirius entered the room at that moment and looked from Hermione to Severus. Hermione saw the Animagus\' approach and gave a slight nod in greeting, but continued her rant. "And I still don\'t understand why Andromeda\'s behind all of this. I know Remus has been excusing her behaviour for motherly concern, but that\'s a load of bollocks. Mothers who worry about their sons don\'t lock them up in a fucking house with four naked men. If she was really that concerned, she\'d post a personal ad for him or some other such bullshit. Set him up on blind dates. That\'s what normal mothers do for their sons.



"It\'s almost like she\'s encouraging him to be gay, which is ridiculous because Remus isn\'t gay," she said, starting to pace. The two men watched her as she continued. "None of you are gay. Sure Lucius and Severus had played with one another before this whole thing began, but that didn\'t make them gay. Sure, Sirius likes being buggered by Lucius, or whatever, but even Sirius isn\'t gay. None of you have ever been gay. Maybe bisexual, but not gay.



"She\'s so full of shit!" she snarled as she continued to pace. She saw Sirius open his mouth to say something, but she cut him off. "Don\'t you dare fucking defend her, Sirius. You know as well as I do it\'s a load of bollocks. If she really cared about you or Remus, she wouldn\'t encourage you to fuck one another. And Zabini! Why the hell would she team up with Blaise fucking Zabini of all people? What has he to prove? What is his angle? Does he think we\'ll just let him off once we get out? Does he really believe that Lucius will just hand over his wealth to that scumbag?"



"I don\'t think he really intends to let us go," Sirius said when she stopped for a moment to take a deep breath.



The breath caught in her throat. She hesitated, the heat from her rant deflating. “I know,” she whispered finally, staring down at her feet.



The Animagus waved a hand at Severus. "Look at what he’s done so far, Hermione,” he stated. "Snape is injured, you are on your monthly, and the food is becoming scarcer each day. Soon we won\'t have much food at all. Even the tap isn\'t right. It\'s full of something I can\'t identify."



"What do you mean?" she asked, glancing at the sink.



Sirius sighed. "Remus had the tap on this morning, filling up a glass of water to drink, when I noticed an odd smell. I changed into my dog form and the smell was even stronger. Remus could smell it, too, but not as well as I could. When I returned to my human form, I urged him not to drink it, and he didn\'t," he explained.



"What did it smell like?" she questioned, concerned.



His eyebrows furrowed as he thought about the question. "I\'m not sure," he answered, honestly. "It had a strong metallic smell, but not like blood. There wasn\'t any iron in the smell. It\'s very powerful and quite a bit heady. It didn\'t smell like any metal that I know of."



Hermione pursed her lips. "Lucius and Draco need to get out of that room. And fast."



(II) (II)



Lucius watched as his son finished the last can of peaches. Neither Malfoy was used to being hungry, and their stomachs protested at the lack of food. Lucius ignored his stomach, though, feeling his son needed the food more.



There was a window in the room, so they were easily able to tell how many days had passed. When the third day approached, a tension began to fill the room. They would have to do something to convince Zabini to open the door. They were out of food and water.



The elder Malfoy reclined on the same couch he had first had sex with Hermione on. His stomach growled in hunger, but he tuned it out. He allowed his eyes to shut as he tried to think of what they could do.



He hated this. The idea of touching his son in any way sexually was not only appalling, but just... wrong. Furthermore, sex required an erection. Lucius just could not do it.



"Maybe if I just sucked on you or something," Draco suggested, sitting in a chair next to the couch.



Lucius opened his eyes and stared at his son. "You wish to..."



"No," the younger Malfoy answered. "I don\'t wish to do anything with you, Father. But I do wish to get out of this room. I\'m starving. The only thing I can think of that the two of us may be able to tolerate is oral. Or maybe fondling."



"Fondling isn\'t going to be enough to satisfy Zabini," Lucius pointed out. "He envisions the two of us being, to use his words, \'at it like rabbits.\' Somehow I doubt a little fondling will work."



They became quiet as they thought over what needed to be done. Part of the plan for getting Hermione out was for Lucius to perform anal on Draco. If they did that now, Zabini would not be interested in watching it later.



Lucius and Severus had it planned out. Severus had concocted a potion that would make Lucius have an erection. The erection would last long enough for the man to ejaculate and would bypass any sort of hesitation or embarrassment Lucius might encounter.



Lucius did not have access to that potion in the library. In fact, the potion wasn\'t even finished, from what the pureblood knew.



While he preferred Draco\'s approach, Lucius did not think oral sex would be enough for the dark Italian. After all, it\'s what Draco had done with Severus. Zabini believed that Lucius and Draco were closer than that.



An idea came to Lucius at that moment. He did not like it, but he felt it might be the only way. It wouldn\'t compromise the plan and it would satisfy Zabini.



"You\'ll have to do it," Lucius told his son.



Draco stared at his father in confusion. "What?"



"We need to do something to satisfy Zabini. You already know how to do it; I\'ve watched Sirius teach it to you. Zabini has left lubrication on the entrance table that you can use. Just remember, you can never use too much of it."



Comprehension dawned on Draco and he balked. "I am not going to bugger you!" he shouted, standing up indignantly. "You\'re my father!"



Lucius\' face hardened. "Then what will you have us do? Shall we stay locked in this prison forever, starving to death? Shall we never see Hermione, Severus, Remus, or Sirius again? I thought you wanted out? I thought you were hungry? If you want to get out, you\'ll do as I say."



"But..."



"No buts, Draco," the man sighed. "Just... I want to get this over with as quickly as possible."



The younger Malfoy stood defiantly for a moment longer before letting out a resigned sigh. He walked over to the entrance table and picked up the bottle of lubrication. When he turned back towards his father, he saw the man had moved into a more submissive position. Lucius rested on his hands and knees, facing away from his son.



Draco thought back to a moment that seemed so long ago. He remembered sitting in the kitchen, wanking to the sight of his father having sex. He remembered cumming and feeling ashamed afterwards. Maybe, he thought, maybe it wasn\'t so much his father having sex, but the act of sex itself that had causing him to wank?



As he looked at his father\'s back, covered in long white-blond hair, Draco couldn\'t help but feel repulsed. He knew his father was a good looking man. The older man\'s back was as well-muscled as his front, clearly defined to indicate where one muscle ended and the other began. His buttocks were hard and lean with little dimples at the top.



And yet, Draco didn\'t like it. It didn\'t appeal to him and he could not find the same sense of excitement he had found all those months ago. Had it really been a few months?



"Draco?" came his father\'s voice, causing the boy to lose his train of thought.



The young man sighed, "I\'m sorry, Father. I just... can\'t."



Resting on his heels, Lucius sat up and looked at his son. Of all the things the Dark Lord had done to them, never once had he ever forced them into a situation like this. It broke Lucius\' heart to see his son so... lost.



Then he remembered they were in a library full of sex books. Standing up, Lucius went to one of the bookshelves and started perusing the books. Draco watched his father curiously.



"What are you doing?" the boy asked.



When Lucius found one he thought would help, he plucked it from the shelf and returned to his son. He handed the boy the book. "This may help you take your mind off of the situation at hand," he offered. "Instead of focusing on what you\'re doing to me, focus on the pictures and imagine you\'re with one of the people in the book."



Draco\'s eyes lit up as he flipped through the book. Why hadn\'t he thought of this? As his eyes flew over the pictures, he could feel himself start to grow hard. Yes. This he could do. This shouldn\'t be as difficult as he originally imagined.



Lucius watched his son for a moment. He still remembered the first time Draco learned how to read. It seemed like just yesterday, yet it was so long ago...



~~



Lucius had been holding Draco in his lap, flipping through a picture book of shapes and numbers. It wasn\'t often that the man got to spend time with his son. There were business transactions and paperwork, real estate to buy and sell and so many other things. However, this day was special. This day Lucius put aside his business pursuits to spend the day with his wife and son.



It was Draco\'s birthday. The boy had just turned five years old. The Dark Lord was gone, and the cloud over Malfoy Manor had dissipated.



Lucius pointed to a picture. "What is this, Draco?" he asked.



"A square," the boy replied.



"Good. And what colour is it?"



"Red."



Lucius smiled broadly with pride. "And how many red squares are there?"



The boy counted aloud, placing a finger over each red square on the page and a couple of blue ones. "Six," he said at last.



The man shook his head. "Count them again. Only the red squares, Draco."



The young boy frowned and folded his arms. "I did count them, Daddy," he insisted. "I counted six."



Lucius raised an eyebrow. "And I want you to count them again."



"I won\'t," the boy said stubbornly and slipped from his father\'s lap. "This is stupid and boring and for babies!"



The man couldn\'t help but smirk at his son\'s attitude. He knew he spoiled his son, but he couldn\'t help it. The boy was all he and Narcissa had after years of trying to produce an heir. Three miscarriages and a stillbirth. The Healers had thought she would never produce a healthy child. Then Draco was born and the Malfoys had been ecstatic.



Lucius watched as his son grabbed another book from the pile of children\'s books and walked back to his father. He crawled into his father\'s lap again. "Read to me, Father," the boy more or less ordered.



Lucius took the book from his son and opened it. It was one of Beedle the Bard\'s stories, written for young children to read. Lucius let his finger follow the words as he read:



"Long ago, in a far away land, there lived a foolish Muggle King who wanted magic for himself. So, he called his guards and his dogs to capture all the witches and wizards in his land. He also sent a messenger to each village with a proclamation saying: Wanted by the King: An Instructor in Magic.



"No witch or wizard answered the request. They were too afraid of the guards would lock them away.



"A nasty Muggle then came to the King and said that he was a wizard. He made tricks that any Muggle could perform and was able to make the King believe he was a wizard. The King made this charlatan Grand Sorcerer in Chief, the King\'s Private Magic Master."



"Daddy," the boy interrupted.



Lucius looked down at his son. "Yes?"



"Can I read?" the boy asked.



Lucius looked at his son indulgently. "Of course."



Draco took a deep breath and cleared his throat. He placed his finger on the spot where his father had left off and began to read:



"The King gave the Muggle a lot of gold and rubies. The Muggle took the gold and rubies and put them in his house. He broke two twigs off a tree branch and told the King that they were wands and he would teach the King how to use the wand..."



Draco continued to read, with Lucius helping him every now and then when he stumbled over a big word or left something out. He wondered just how much his son was truly reading and how much he was reciting from memory. Then he realized it didn\'t really matter as Malfoy Senior had never been so proud of his little boy...



~~



Lucius sighed as his mind returned to the present. Draco was still looking at the sex book and had begun fisting his erection.



"Draco," the older man said, rousing the boy from the book.



The young Slytherin glanced at his father. "Hold on," he said. "I\'m almost there."



"Almost where?"



Draco rolled his eyes. "Almost hard enough to... bugger you."



Lucius wrinkled his nose, but made no comment. He walked back to the couch and proceeded to kneel in front of it.



Draco shook his head. "I won\'t take you on all fours like some dog. You\'re not an animal, Father," the boy said.



Lucius closed his eyes and took a deep breath. There was a sadness in his eyes when the older man opened them again. Draco gave him a small, sad smile that Lucius was hard-pressed to return. Then, the boy held out his hand to his father and the man took it.



Draco positioned his father so the man lay on the floor on his back. Draco did not look at his father\'s face as he opened the bottle of lube and began smearing the liquid over his own erection. He knelt between the man\'s legs and opened them more so he could smear lubrication over his father\'s opening.



While he was spreading the lubrication and adding more liquid, Draco did not look at his father, but focused on the task at hand. He pictured the scenes from the book, a man and woman performing anal in the missionary position. It was easy to ignore the fact that his father wasn\'t a woman and that the man had a rather large, if flaccid, cock.



Well, no. That wasn\'t true. The cock was extremely difficult to ignore because Draco had to move it to get to the anus. But he kept the image of the heterosexual couple in his mind as he lifted his father\'s hips and positioned his own cock at the anus\' opening.



Lucius did not look down. He couldn\'t. He closed his eyes and sent a silent prayer to whatever god was out there to listen. He could feel what his son was doing, and he didn\'t protest. He couldn\'t. It had to be done.



He could feel himself remembering another time. Another person.



"It\'s all right, Lucius," whispered a voice from his past.



He squared his jaw as he felt his son enter him.



"It\'s all going to be okay, son," the voice assured him. "I won\'t hurt you... I would never hurt you..."



They had been lies, Lucius knew, even then. Feeling a grown man enter him for the first time had been pain-filled and horrendous. He swore, the moment the lech entered him, that if he ever had a son, that boy would never have to deal with this.



Lucius could count on one hand how many times he had cried throughout his life: The first time his father touched him. When his wife gave birth to a dead child. When Draco was born. When he knew the Dark Lord was returning. And now.



Tears of pain, heartache, joy, and fear. These tears, the ones he shed as his son moved inside of him, were a mixture of heartache, remorse, and the realization of a promise broken. Lucius closed his eyes and wiped a hand over his face.



Draco still did not look at his father. Just a bit further. He could feel his climax building. He pictured the couple. The couple became himself and Hermione on their wedding night. They were going to try to produce an heir.



The image changed to him and Sirius. He really did like the doggish man. Having sex with him was fun and always a bit different. The man really enjoyed sucking on cock and always made sure to clean up every bit of cum. Even now, Draco could picture the man licking Draco\'s cock clean.



The boy pulled out of his father just in time to cum in a shout of surprise. "Fuck!" he said as he spilled his seed over the floor and a bit on the back of his father\'s leg.



Both Malfoys sat there for a moment, just breathing hard. Lucius kept his eyes tightly closed, wishing it had been a nightmare.



They heard the door click open, and Draco stood up abruptly and made a beeline for the bathroom.



Lucius sat up, but did not move much further. He knew it was foolish to feel his heart breaking over something so ridiculous. He was Lucius Malfoy! He had no reason to be this upset.



He did not bother to answer the soft knock on the door. Nor did he reject the sound of the door opening and small feet stepping cautiously towards him. He sat there on the floor, staring at nothing as he felt Hermione\'s arms wrap around his shoulders.



"I am so sorry," she whispered.



He did not know what she was sorry for, but he didn\'t bother to ask. It was easier to just accept that she felt the need to apologize for something that was beyond her control.



"It will all be over soon," she promised, still whispering. "Everything is going according to plan."

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Author\'s Note: Wow! That was an intense chapter! Poor Lucius! Glad to see Sev is all right. Things are really heating up in the house. Think they\'ll be saved in time?