Fantasy House

For a moment, no one said anything. Remus stared at her for a long time. The mere idea that she would choose him, of all people, baffled him. He wondered if perhaps she had meant to utter someone else\'s name and just said his because she was looking at him.



"Hermione, I don\'t..." he started to say.



But she held a hand up. "No, Remus," she told him. "I\'m being completely honest. If I\'m going to be with one of you for the first time, I\'d rather it be you." She glanced around the room, looking at each of the men.



The average size of a man\'s penis when it is not erect is about 3-4 inches. This much Hermione knew from reading. She also knew that, when erect, most men measured about 6.5 inches, in length, or about 16.5 cm.



She couldn\'t help it. Hermione was a woman in the presence of five very much naked men. Her gaze traveled south without her permission on several occasions. The books were wrong, in her opinion.



While many of the men around her were approximately the same size of one another, Draco was the smallest. And, in her opinion, the closest in length to that of the "average male" the books spoke about. In fact, Draco\'s penis, or "cock" as he liked to call it, was roughly the size of an "average" male.



The other four men were slightly larger, though not by much. Of course, she couldn\'t very well tell for certain unless she went up to each man with a ruler, and something told her they would not allow it. She knew, through reading, that men were very self conscious when it came to their penises. Measuring them would be insulting.



Of course, all these thoughts flitted through her mind quickly as she constantly reprimanded her eyes about looking at faces and not... body parts. Her eyes met the very disappointed gray eyes of Draco Malfoy. She pinched her lips together softly, trying to discern why he was upset. Then the thought hit her. He had been hoping she\'d choose him. Was he disappointed? Angry? Offended?



"I\'m not trying to offend anyone else here," Hermione said, attempting to calm anyone else who might find offense to her decision. "I\'ve just..."



She looked at the men again, this time looking directly at their faces and not at their crotches. Perhaps that\'s all her brain needed? Just to make sure they were, indeed, male? It was, honestly, a natural response for every male and female. And, of course, it hadn\'t been the first time her eyes had strayed to these men\'s crotches. Just, most of the time, said crotches were... covered.



"I\'ve known Remus a really long time," she told them. "And that\'s not that I haven\'t known any of you just as long, or longer," she added quickly. "I\'ve just... been more comfortable around him for longer. And, well, I need that comfort for my first time."



Sirius gazed at her with a curious expression. She quickly answered the question in his black eyes. "You are Harry\'s godfather," she pointed out. "And, yes, I am comfortable with you. But, Remus is... different."



"Hermione," came Remus\' voice and the girl turned to look at the werewolf.



He approached her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I understand why you chose me," he told her. "And I respect that decision. But..."



He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I can\'t do it," he said, honestly. "Not yet. Not so soon after..."



Hermione gave him a small, sad smile. "After Tonks?" she finished for him.



The werewolf bowed his head. "I\'m sorry, Hermione," he whispered. "But... if there is someone else... whomever your second choice may be. I\'d rather you go with him. There\'s a reason I did not join in their argument over who\'d take you first. I\'m just... I\'m not ready for it yet."



"As touching as all of this is," Snape interrupted, making Hermione jump and look at him. "One day, wolf, you\'ll have to get over what you lost. We all do."



"And what did you lose, Snivellus?" Sirius snarled, staring at the Potion\'s Master sternly. "I don\'t see a wedding band on your finger. Nor any sort of feminine promise."



Snape\'s eyes narrowed, but Hermione intervened. "Please, don\'t," she begged of them both, releasing Remus to stand between the two dark haired men. She glanced at Remus sadly before turning her attention to the other men. "Since Remus doesn\'t want to be my first, and I understand and respect why," she looked at Snape. "Would you do me the honour?"



For a moment, the Potion\'s Master was taken aback. Then, he sneered, "Where would you prefer? The bedroom, the shower, the couch, or right here on the floor?"



"I..." Hermione was at a loss of words.



She remembered what Harry had said about Snape. His love for Lily had been long-lasting, perhaps everlasting. That was why she had interrupted the two men from fighting. She did not feel such discussions were appropriate.



But, Snape had always been the type to intimidate. Perhaps she should have said Sirius instead? Sirius may be Harry\'s godfather, but he wouldn\'t bully her the way Snape did.



Perhaps that is what had attracted her to Snape in the first place. That he was a man of dominance, not one to be pushed around. He did the pushing.



She closed her eyes. "I\'m not sure whether I\'ll bleed, nor how badly," she said, honestly. She knew, from reading, that there were some girls who did not bleed, or bled very little, when their virginity was taken. She also knew, again from reading, that some girl\'s bled as though they were a water faucet. "Perhaps... the bathroom?"



Before she could change her mind or protest, Severus grabbed her hand and practically dragged her down the hall and into the bathroom. He then proceeded to basically throw her into the bathroom. Once he entered himself, he shut the door. They both heard a resounding "click" as the door locked itself.



Severus looked at the door curiously, but made no comment. He had thought there were no locking mechanisms on the doors. Apparently there were. He looked up and around the room. He wondered briefly if Zabini controlled that as well, then came to the conclusion that the black man did. He turned his attention back to a very shell-shocked and scared Hermione Granger.



(II) (II)



"Oh, no, you don\'t," Lucius said as he grabbed his son\'s arm to prevent the boy from following. "You will leave them to their business."



Draco glared at his father. "I want to see," he said, earnestly.



Remus shook his head. "I should have went with her," he stated, softly.



Sirius\' eyes narrowed at his best friend. "Yes, you should have," he agreed. "At least then we would know she was safe."



Lucius rolled his eyes. "She\'s no less safe with Severus than she\'d be with the wolf, pup. In fact, I daresay she\'s much safer now. At least she wouldn\'t have to worry if Severus decided to bite her or anything."



At the moment when the bathroom door locked, the TV came on of its own accord. The four pureblood wizards eyed the television suspiciously. Remus and Sirius both frowned as the picture on the screen came into focus.



"Zabini must have cameras in the bathroom," Sirius said, stating the obvious.



Then, Severus spoke and they could hear the conversation.



(III) (III)



"Why me?" Severus asked, looking at the frightened girl.



When she offered nothing to him, he snapped, "Calm down, you silly girl. I should be the least of your worries right now."



His hands were on his hips as he glared at her. When her heart beat slowed a bit, she spoke, breathlessly, "This was a mistake."



Snape rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air. "Now, she changes her mind," he said to the ceiling. He turned his gaze back to her. "Seeing as we are stuck in this room until Zabini decides to open the door, I do not see how it matters whether it was a \'mistake\' or not. Would you rather have picked the dog? Is that what this is about? Or do you fancy the blond hair child?"



Hermione stared at him as though seeing him for the first time. She shook her head. "No," she told him. "On both accounts. I made my choice for a reason."



"Ah, so you wish, instead, that the werewolf had decided to take you?" he probed, getting angrier by the minute. "I wasn\'t your first pick and now you are starting to regret having to pick a second."



"Severus..."



"I did not give you permission to use my first name," he growled, lowly.



It was her turn to be angry. "Oh, I\'m sorry, Snape!" she snapped.



She turned away from him and stared at the tub. Her arms were folded over her chest. "I\'m sorry for everything," she continued. "I\'m sorry I had to put you in a predicament where you were the \'second\' again."



She turned back to him and her eyes were blazing in anger. "I\'m sorry I didn\'t realize Remus would turn me down and I\'m sorry that he did. I\'m sorry he is currently grieving over his dead wife," she spat. "I\'m sorry that I don\'t hold as grand of attraction for the other men as I do you. I\'m sorry I fantasized about you when I was younger. I\'m sorry those fantasies still play around in my head."



She approached him and pointed at his bare chest. "But you know what I\'m most sorry about?" she asked. "I\'m sorry that I look nothing like the girl..."



Before she could continue, his lips crashed to hers. His hands grabbed at her head, his fingers entangling into her hair. He moved them both around so her body was pressed against the door.



Hermione fought him for control. She grabbed his head as well. Somewhere deep in her head, her mind noted that his hair was not the least bit greasy, but silky to the touch. That note was not anywhere near the forefront of her mind.



His body pressed against hers and they both moaned at the feel. One of his hands trailed down to her breasts where he cupped and played with one breast.



Hermione\'s hands roamed down his back and pressed him even closer to her. She wanted him so badly in that moment she nearly cried. There was no room in her mind for thought.



Severus broke the kiss to let his mouth travel down her body, kissing, sucking, and licking each curve and sensitive spot. The hand that had been caressing her breast traveled further down to cup her mound. His other hand left her hair to help guide his mouth to her other breast.



As he suckled her nipple, his hand played with her clit. He groaned when his fingers felt wetness there. While he wasn\'t sure if it was wetness from seeing five naked men or from being with him, he cared little. Her heat nearly suffocated him and he wanted more of it.



But, he knew he had to prepare her. Like any great potion, a woman\'s virginity wasn\'t something he was willing to just dive into without preparation.



He played with her clit a bit longer before he fingered her opening. Then, he slowly dipped a single finger inside her. His lips raised up to her mouth as she gasped and he kissed her as he let her body get used to the intrusion.



When he felt she was ready, he began pumping his finger in and out of her slowly. She lifted a leg to wrap around his waist and he took that as a sign that she was ready for a second finger.



Two fingers now pumped into her. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. "How does that feel?" he asked, though he already knew the answer. He wanted to hear her affirmations. He needed to hear her affirmations if he would soon replace his fingers with his penis.



"So... good..." she panted, not able to get much more out.



He gave her a small smile before wrapping his other arm around her petite body. Keeping his fingers inside her, he gently guided her to the bathroom rug and lowered her to the floor. Once she was comfortable, he lowered his body so that it was between her legs. Then, he trailed kisses down her body.



She shrieked when his lips touched her clitoris. He had only wanted a taste of her. But, he could not deny that he enjoyed himself. It had been a long time since he had been with a woman. He was going to make the most of this moment.



He licked her a bit, letting his tongue delve into her as far as it could go. "Please," she gasped as she tried to press herself closer to him.



He lifted his head and brought himself alongside her. Snape smiled when she gave a depressed moan. Then, he kissed her and his fingers were back to work on her opening. After she came, he brought his fingers to his lips and tasted her. Then, he held out his soiled fingers to her, offering a sample of her.



She looked at him through heady eyes and took the offering. Her tongue glided over his forefinger. Smirking, he bent his head down to her again and kissed her lips. "You\'re ready," he breathed against her lips.



"Mmm," she replied, for she had no other words.



He sat up a bit and lowered himself gently onto her body, letting the head of his penis rest at her entrance. Black eyes met brown as he held her gaze. "Relax," he told her.



Of course, he did not really need to tell her anything. She was very much relaxed. His body was warm and his weight bearable. Then, she felt a sharp pinch in her lower regions. She could feel him slowly glide into her until he was fully inside. They stared at one another as she took in a breath through her teeth.



"This is what it feels like?" she whispered.



He shook his head. "Not yet. This is just the beginning," he promised. "It gets better from here on out."



She couldn\'t imagine what was better than what his fingers and tongue had did to her earlier. Then, as he moved, she realized what it was. She gasped when he pulled out and pushed back in. As he thrust slowly, she whimpered. She clung onto him as though he were her life support.



They shared sporadic kisses as he began to thrust into her faster and harder. When neither could go no more, they yelled out their orgasms in unison. There were no words, no thoughts. Just two bodies spasming along with one another. Then, it was over. He collapsed slightly before rolling off of her and gathering her into his arms.



They lay like that for a little while. Then, as she was always wont to do, she spoke, "That was... incredible."



"Mmhmm," he replied, wrapping his arms tighter around her.



After a moment or two, she asked, "Who was your first?"



He froze. "Does it matter?" he questioned.



She sat up and looked at him. "Not really," she answered. "But, I\'d still like to know."



"Why?"



She shrugged. She looked around the bathroom and wasn\'t quite surprised to see how spacious it was. Apparently, Zabini had spared no expense in creating the perfect sex house. She glanced back at her old professor and saw he was staring at her.



She wrinkled her nose. "If you must know, I\'d like to know because you are my first. And... well... it\'s important to me."



He rolled his eyes and sat up. "It\'s not important to you," he bit back. "All that should be important to you is the fact that I have no contagious diseases. Which, I don\'t."



"Was it Lily?" she asked.



He stared at her as if she had grown two heads. His eyes narrowed and he snarled, "That, little girl, is none of your business. I can only assume you know about her because of Potter. You will do well to keep your mouth shut. Do I make myself clear?"



With that, he stood up and walked to the door. He tested the handle and was pleased to see it unlocked. He left the room without another word.