Fantasy House

Hermione took in her surroundings as she wrapped the towels around her body. The two towels weren\'t enough to fight against the bitter cold, and she knew she would have to find shelter soon.



She looked at the decrepit sign nearby and sighed-- she\'d get nowhere just standing still. With a final farewell, she started down the road. She walked as quickly as she could, though she could feel herself slowing. It was too cold.



Hermione shivered. "I have to do this," she told herself, pulling herself together.



From what she could tell from the moon\'s position in the sky, dawn was fast approaching. Good. Perhaps she would find a traveler on the road or something. She just hoped they were of a decent sort.



She continued to walk, knowing she was heading north. Her steps were short and delicate as she tried to avoid sticks and stones on her bare feet. As she stepped over a particularly rough patch of road, she felt something slice through her foot and she screamed out in pain, falling upon the ground.



Tears fell from her eyes and froze upon her cheek. She prayed the dawn would bring help.



(II) (II)



"Hey!" Draco yelled, desperately. "Stop!"



The Slytherin jumped around the grappling men, trying to find a way to break up their fight. "You shouldn\'t be doing this," he growled.



"What\'s going on?" Lucius asked as he entered the room.



Draco looked relieved at his father’s presence, as Sirius and Severus were having an all out brawl. "They were supposed to have sex, but neither could agree on who would bugger whom, so they started fighting. Now they won\'t stop," the young Slytherin complained.



The pureblood aristocrat rolled his eyes as he approached the fighting pair. Breaking them apart was much easier than he could have hoped. The moment Lucius entered the fight, Sirius just stopped.



"Lucius, stay out of this," the Animagus warned.



Lucius raised an eyebrow. "Like hell I will," he sneered. "Can\'t the two of you agree on anything? It\'s been months since we were locked in this house. You\'re not school children, so grow up!"



Severus straightened and stared hard at Sirius. "I cannot help it if Black does not know how to control his inner mutt..."



Sirius snarled as he moved to go around Lucius to get to Severus. Lucius grabbed the Animagus and held him back. The older man glared at his best friend. "Enough!" he snapped. "I don\'t care who started it, but I will end it. Now."



The three were at an impasse. Draco shook his head. "Amazing," he said, almost to himself. "Not even Potter and I act this way around one another."



"Draco, we do not need any commentary from you," Lucius stated, glancing only slightly at his son.



Remus walked in at that moment and took in the situation. He made eye contact with both Severus and Lucius and gave a slight nod of his head, by which the other men understood that Hermione had made it through the barrier.





That brief moment was all the time Sirius needed. He broke away from Lucius and tackled Severus to the ground. He fell on top of the Potions master with a grunt and went to grab the bottle of lubrication.



Severus was faster, however. He snatched up the bottle and began pouring a generous amount in his hand, which he then smeared over his slightly flaccid cock. He grunted in annoyance, "How the bloody hell are we supposed to do anything when we can\'t even get our cocks up?"



Sirius laughed as he took the bottle from the Potions master and slathered lubrication over his own limp dick. "This should be interesting," he commented as he poured even more of the lube onto his cock.



Remus glanced at the two Malfoys and shook his head. "How did the two of you manage in the library?" he asked.



"I looked at one of the books," Draco replied. "And when I did bugger him, I just imagined he was you or Sirius. It was difficult, because both of you have darker hair, but I managed."



The werewolf nodded and looked to his best friend and the Potions master. "Perhaps you could continue in the living room?" he suggested. "I believe there are pictures in there. We could put one of the players into the DND and you can watch it."



Severus shoved the Animagus off of him. "You mean put one of the DVDs into the player," he corrected. "We could try that. And they\'re not pictures, they\'re movies."



"Right," Remus said as he followed the Potions master into the living room.



"Is it just me or do we end up having a lot of sex in the living room?" Sirius asked.



Lucius shook his head. "It\'s not just you," he assured the Animagus. "The living room, or common room, is just a place where we all gather. And because we are all gathered there, intercourse usually seems to follow."



Severus frowned. "When are you going to stop calling it intercourse?" he questioned.



"When are you going to start?" Lucius bit back. "We\'ve had this discussion for years, Severus. Intercourse is the proper term, so that is what I\'ll use."



Sirius shrugged. "I don\'t see the problem," he said, easily siding with Lucius. "At least he gives it a name. Lily used to always blush and call sex \'it.\' It was actually quite cute, if I recall, but bothersome when trying to have a serious discussion."



"What purpose would you have in discussing sex with Lily?" Severus growled.



The Animagus rolled his eyes and blew a raspberry. "I never said I did. That was all James. I just happened to be there a few times. When they were dating, he used to always ask her questions about sex."



The Potions master curled his lip in disgust. "Just like Potter," he spat. "He never knew how to keep things to himself, did he? And I suppose he shared all the dirty little secrets Lily told him with you?"



As Remus looked through the movie selection, Sirius shook his head. "James wasn\'t like that," he argued. "He never told anyone any of the things he and Lily discussed. Of course, he told me she wasn\'t a virgin, but I never knew she had been with you."



"Ah, here we go," Remus stated, pulling out one of the videos. "This should help you both out, I think. Now, how do we work this thing?"



Severus took the video from the werewolf and popped it into the DVD player. As the movie played, the five men watched it. Draco and Sirius\' eyes lit up while Severus, Lucius, and Remus held mixed gazes of shock, horror, and disgust.



The scene was quite erotic. It was a threesome with two women and one man. The women would touch the man, kissing and licking his body, and then one another. They would take turns sucking or licking his penis while he fondled their breasts or pussies.



Sirius felt his cock harden at the sight. "Good one, Remus," he praised.



The werewolf frowned and looked back at the video\'s sheath. He turned it in his hands and read the back of it. Then he glanced back at the screen. "How degrading! No wonder Hermione didn\'t like them," he said.



Lucius nodded in agreement. "It shows a complete lack of respect for the women," he said, pointing to the screen.



"Yeah, but at least those women get to leave once they\'re finished having sex," Sirius stated. "Besides, they look like they\'re enjoying themselves. Where\'s the harm in that?"



"There isn\'t any, if one looks at it for pure entertainment value," Severus said, sitting on the couch. "Unfortunately, many who get hooked on this shit end up treating women the way these women are treated. And the reason they \'look like they\'re enjoying themselves\' so much is because they\'re all actors. These women aren\'t even getting paid as much as the man is. And they have cameras shoved up their arses and pussies and are treated like prostitutes."



Sirius glanced at the Potions master in awe as Severus continued, "Even worse, there are a lot of these women who end up with a disease that renders them infertile. A lot of them get hooked on drugs. It\'s really not worth it in the end."



"Wow, Snape," the Animagus stated. "What a way to ruin a moment. I was actually hard for a few seconds there."



Severus glanced at Sirius\' penis. "You still are, Black," he pointed out.



"Yeah, but I can feel it start to deflate. Can we just watch this for the entertainment value you spoke of earlier? I wasn\'t planning on getting hooked on it or treating women like this. I just want to get hard so I can fuck," the Animagus said, moving to sit on the couch next to the Potions master.



Severus waved a hand to indicate his acceptance. Looking back at the scene, he continued talking, "Then again, it\'s quite possible that these particular women are enjoying themselves. They could, in fact, love what they are doing. There are quite a few women who do, after all. And it does pay quite a bit, even if the man gets more. A woman could almost retire with the money she makes, if she manages it correctly and makes enough."



"Just shut up and watch the film, Snape," Sirius growled.



There was no sex between Sirius and Severus that day. They simply watched the film and masturbated next to one another.



Remus and Lucius left the room once they were sure the two dark haired men wouldn\'t start fighting again. Neither could bear to watch something they thought so improper. When they entered the bedroom, however, they began snogging and fell onto the bed to perform their own bout of pornography.



(III) (III)



The sound of a rickety wagon made Hermione glance down the road behind her. She wasn\'t quite sure how far she had traveled, but it was near midday. She shivered and wrapped the towels tightly around her body as the wagon approached.



Had she not known what year it was, she would\'ve feared she had traveled back in time. An old horse pulled the wagon and was guided by an even older woman. The woman had hunched shoulders and was covered in layers of cloth.



Holding the towels with one hand, Hermione waved at the lady. "Please," she called. "Help me!"



The woman brought her horse to a stop and stared at the girl. Hermione repeated, "Please, help me. I have no idea where I am."



The woman spoke in a language Hermione did not understand. The Gryffindor was crestfallen. How was she to communicate? "English?" she asked.



The old woman\'s eyes narrowed, then she shook her head. To Hermione\'s surprise, however, the woman patted the seat next to her on the wagon and indicated that the Gryffindor should join her. Hermione limped closer to the wagon and smiled.



Relief flooded Hermione as she climbed onto the wagon. She was even more grateful as the woman grabbed a few pieces of cloth and handed them to Hermione to cover up with. "Thank you," Hermione said, though she knew the woman did not understand her.



She must have got an idea of what the girl had said, however, for she gave a small smile before clicking her lips and urging the old horse forward.



They rode in silence for hours before they came upon a sign and a guard. Though she did not speak the language well, Hermione immediately recognized the writing on the sign. "Bulgaria," she gasped.



The woman glanced at the girl in surprise and said something. Hermione shook her head. She had no idea what the woman said nor how to respond.



When they approached the guard, the old woman rattled off in her strange language as the guard listened intently. As the woman finished her speech, the guard gazed at Hermione.



Hermione only knew a few phrases in Bulgarian thanks to Viktor. Wait. Viktor!



The Gryffindor returned the guard\'s look. "Правя ти говоря* English? " she asked.



"Yes," the guard replied in English.



Hermione took a deep breath and thought carefully over her next words. "I\'m looking for a friend. A приятел**? Viktor Krum. He\'s Bulgarian," she told the man.



The guard and the old woman glanced at one another before the guard turned back to the girl. "I do not know this Viktor Krum," he told her.



Hermione nodded. "Where am I?" she asked.



The man pointed to the road behind her. "That is Greece. That is Bulgaria," he answered, indicating the road behind him.



The Gryffindor pursed her lips. Greece. They\'d been in Greece. "What about the closest town?" she asked.



"Why do you not know where you are?" he replied, looking at her suspiciously.



She sighed, "I was kidnapped. I managed to escape my captors and found this nice lady. They had drugged me and took me to a place I don\'t know."



The man said something in Bulgarian to the old woman, who nodded gravely. Hermione caught the word for "police" and her eyes grew wild. "There is no time," she said. "Please, sir. I need to find Viktor Krum. If I could get to the next town or city... Please, I\'m begging you. I was not the only one kidnapped. The lives of five people are at stake here."



"You are near Smolyan. How will you find this Viktor Krum?" the man questioned.



Hermione thought about it for a moment. Smolyan. When she and Viktor had become friends, she had studied a map of Bulgaria and much of the history. She knew Smolyan was near the border between Bulgaria and Greece. And the closest city was... "Plovdiv!" she said suddenly. "Viktor lives in Plovdiv."



The guard nodded. "The woman here says she found you on road with only towels to cover you. You have no clothes and no money. No... what is word?... Passport. We do not let people come here if they do not have--"



"I know, but--"



"But given circumstance, I will take you to Plovdiv," the guard said. "Another guard comes in half hour and I will take you in my car. When we get there, you can ring this Viktor Krum from police station."



Hermione nodded and felt relief course through her. "I\'m Hermione Granger," she said as she gently climbed down from the wagon and held out her hand.



The guard took her hand into his and shook it, introducing himself as, "Aleksandar."



The Gryffindor nodded once more in understanding, and the two watched as the old woman urged her horse to continue forward. The guard took off his coat and handed it to Hermione. "You will freeze," he told her.



"Thank you," the girl said as she accepted the coat. She started to pace the width of the road as she waited for the half hour to pass, but then stopped as the pain from her foot shot through her leg. She grimaced as she glanced at the guard. "May I sit?" she asked.



Aleksandar looked at her curiously. "Are you all right?"



Hermione winced. "I\'m not sure. I cut my foot earlier while walking. It was before I met that old lady."



He nodded and went into his small guard station. He returned moments later with a stool and a first aid kit. He smiled kindly at her as she sat upon the stool. Kneeling, he took her foot in his hand and began doctoring it up as best he could.



Hermione\'s nerves were on edge. She just hoped the men were faring well.



(IV) (IV)



She searched the nursery, then the baby pen, then the nursery again. She sent elves to search the house, the grounds. The child was nowhere to be found.



Panicked, Narcissa ran into the room where Blaise watched two men making out. She did not bother to see which two it was. "Teddy\'s gone," she told him.



The Italian glanced up at the woman and shrugged. "He\'s probably hiding somewhere. Didn\'t Andromeda teach him that Muggle hiding game?" he suggested. "He\'ll turn up."



"No, Blaise," she insisted. "I don\'t think he will. Andromeda\'s gone as well. I\'ve checked her room and she\'s not there."



He waved her off. "She most likely went home and took the baby with her," he said, turning back to the television.



Narcissa huffed and walked in front of the screen, blocking his view. He glared at her, his lips turned in warning. She did not cower. "I stood up to the Dark Lord. I am not afraid to stand up to you," she sneered. "I sent elves to her house and they claim neither she nor the baby is there."



The younger Slytherin sniffed, "Fine. Which elf was the last one to see them?"



Narcissa thought on it for a moment before calling one of the house-elves. A small elf popped in, and Narcissa immediately asked it the same question Blaise had asked her.



"The only elf Hobble sees with young Master Lupin is the cranky elf, the one Master Blaise puts in charge of Master Lupin," the elf replied.



"And which elf was that?" Narcissa asked.



"Hobble does not know his name, Mistress. Hobble only knows he is clean and has a gold necklace around his neck," said the elf.



Narcissa pursed her lips. "A gold necklace? My elves have been going through my jewelry? Find him, Hobble. I will teach that little thief a lesson for taking what is mine!"



The elf\'s eyes widened and he quickly popped out of the room. Narcissa turned back to Blaise to see the man was watching the television again. She sighed, "Who is it this time?"



"Lucius is sandwiched between Snape and Black," he told her, pointing to the screen. "Draco and Lupin are in the corner over there snogging."



She watched the screen for a moment, her lip curled in disgust as her ex-husband was hammered by the Potions master. As her fiancé’s words sunk in, a thought crossed her mind. "Where\'s Granger?"

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Author\'s Note: Oooo. Things are heating up!



Side note for the Bulgarian:



Правя ти говоря means, "Do you speak?"

And приятел means, "friend."



As always, a great thanks to my wonderful team of betas. You gals wrock! And thank you to all of my reviewers and voters. Without you, I wouldn\'t have the guts to put my stuff out there for people to read.