Fantasy House

Hermione remained in the bathroom, staring after Severus and his hasty departure. She looked around herself and immediately noticed the small blood stain on the bathroom rug. She stood up and walked to the faucet. She turned on the hot water and, once it was hot enough, stoppered the drain.



Once she felt it was ready, she picked up the rug and placed the bloodied part in the sink. She turned off the water and let it sit while she turned her attention to the bathtub.



There wasn't just a bathtub. In fact, she wouldn't even call it a "tub". It reminded her of a jacuzzi and she had the sinking feeling that is what it was. Next to it, there was a shower.



She gave a small smile and went to the shower. It was not Snape she wanted to wash off. No, she did not mind that she could smell him on her skin and still feel his fingers running along her body. It was the blood. She had to wash the blood off.



When she felt the water was warm enough, she stepped into the shower and closed the glass door. The first thing she noticed was the shower was large enough for more than one person. Of course! Zabini had really planned out the entire thing.



She saw a sponge and some liquid soap and, grabbing both items, began the process of bathing herself.



(II) (II)



The moment Snape stepped into the living room, he could sense trouble. He just barely managed to sidestep Sirius as the other man lunged an attack. Quick reflexes made Sirius double back and before long, he had Snape pinned up against the wall.



"Were you Lily's first?" Sirius snarled, a bit of his spittle splashing on to Snape's face.



The Slytherin growled, but made no attempt to wipe the spittle off. Not that he could have, at any rate. He did not answer the Gryffindor, which made Sirius grab him by the shoulders and slam him against the wall.



"Answer me, damn it!" the dog hissed. "Were you Lily's first?"



Snape curled his lip. "No," he replied through clenched teeth.



He wondered where Black had learned about such information and quickly remembered that Sirius was Potter's godfather. Of course the boy would share such information with his godparent. But, then why was Black attacking Snape now?



"Sirius, let him go," Remus said as he placed a hand on Black's shoulder. "What happened in the past, if anything, is in the past."



"Were you attracted to Lily?" Sirius continued, as though his friend wasn't there. "Did you harbor feelings for her? Did you really think she would want a slimeball like you?"



As Snape's eyes narrowed, Remus grabbed Sirius by the shoulders and pulled him off the Slytherin. Then, Remus moved himself between the two dark haired men, turning to face his best friend.



"Listen to yourself, Sirius," the werewolf said. "Who wasn't attracted to Lily? Even you liked her until James made his claim on her. And she and Severus were best friends for years before she even thought about speaking to James. There was a time when she hated James, remember?"



"I wasn't Lily's first," Snape hissed as he stepped forward. Remus pushed Sirius further into the living room so the men could stand at a more comfortable distance from one another. "In fact, I was her second. And I would have been her last had it not been for you and your gang."



Sirius gave a mocking smirk. "Oh, yes, I forgot. We gave a Slytherin his due," he said, in fond memory. "Showed her your true colors. Both outside and... in."



Snape lunged, but with Remus between them, he wasn't able to get at Black. Not that he had to. Lucius had joined in the fray, taking Sirius by the shoulders and throwing him roughly away from Remus and Snape.



"I think it's about time a certain Gryffindor received his due," the blond aristocrat sneered. Before Sirius could recover, Lucius punched the man across the face.



Remus looked around wildly for anything that could stop the fight and then...



The TV clicked on to reveal Draco quietly entered the bathroom where Hermione was currently showered.



The four men froze as they heard the sounds of the shower and Hermione's soft, off-key singing.



(III) (III)



"Ideas by man and only that will last

And over time we've learned from the past

That no man's fit to rule the world alone

A man will die, but not his ideas



Happy nation, living in a happy nation

Where the people understand and dream of perfect man

Situation lead to sweet salvation

For the people, for the good, for mankind, brotherhood," Hermione sang as she rinsed out her hair.



Due to the running water, she did not hear when Draco entered the bathroom. She did not hear the door shut, nor the soft "click" of the lock being set.



Draco smirked as he listened to her sing. She really needed vocal lessons. Though, he could not fault her completely. There was a reason he did not sing at all.



His eyes only barely saw the rug sitting in the sink and he knew his father would have a fit at such a sight. He made a mental note to remove the rug after he was finished.



"Shit!" he heard Hermione hiss.



His smirk continued as he went to the cabinet under the sink and grabbed a wash cloth. He then went to the shower and, ever so quietly, opened the glass door to the shower.



"Oh, Severus, thank God," Hermione said with her eyes closed. "Can you hand me a towel?"



Hermione felt the cool air when the door had been opened. She assumed it was Severus returning, probably to wash up as well. Not that she minded. After all, Zabini had apparently made the shower for that purpose.



Draco's smile widened ever more as he stepped into the shower and closed the door. He handed her the wash cloth before taking the sponge from the side of the shower, where she had set it. Hermione turned from him to dry her eyes from the soap and he began washing her back.



She moaned in pleasure and leaned against him. Then, she froze. She did not feel the strong, hairy chest she had felt when Snape was making love to her on the bathroom floor. Nor did those arms that wrapped around her waist belong to Severus.



She opened her eyes and turned to face the man holding her. "Draco!" she gasped before he covered her mouth with his.



The kiss was not as demanding as Snape's had been. But, there was a longing. It was sensual and slow. As though Draco had finally found what he had been looking for. He pressed her up against the shower wall as he deepened the kiss.



His tongue swirled around her mouth, tasting as much of her as he could. One of his hands slipped down her hip to touch her thigh. He gently pulled her thigh up so her leg would wrap around his waist. His hardened member rubbed against her core, earning him a soft groan from her.



Warm water beat upon his back, but Draco did not care. Ever since he first met her, he had longed for Granger. Though he never admitted it to himself, he had found the girl quite attractive. At first, it wasn't so much her looks as it was her personality. Sure, she had irritated him at times, taunting him with her wicked tongue, and then slapping him in their third year. But she had a brilliant mind. Not to mention her congenial nature. He had never seen anything like her before.



And then in fourth year, his attraction turned physical when she walked into the Great Hall upon Krum's arm. Draco had never felt so much envy at that moment.



None of it mattered anymore. He was currently standing in the shower, kissing the girl from his dreams and she was kissing him in return.



He was never fond of foreplay in the shower. There had never been much room. Not to mention the fact that the soap and water masked a person's true taste. But, he still found his mouth kissing down her neck and nibbling at her collar bone. Somehow, he managed to suck in a nipple between his lips.



He could not taste her, but his tongue could feel the hardened nipple. As one of his hands rose up to play with the curls in her hair, his other hand rested gently on her waist. He pressed his member against her clit and slowly started to hump her, finding some relieve of his own in the feel of the two sexes rubbing against one another.



Her hands were buried in his soft, wet hair. "Draco," she whispered, more seductive now.



His mouth dropped her nipple and he looked up at her. His eyes were searching her face, truly in awe of hearing his name come from her lips like that. He stopped his ministrations and she opened her own eyes to gaze into his.



"Say that again," he requested, his voice cracked from lust. "Say it... just like you just did."



It took her a moment for her brain to register what he was asking. When she realized what he wanted, she smiled at him. Her eyes hooded in lust, she whispered, "Draco."



The boy came undone in that moment. He let go of her waist so he could direct his cock right to her entrance. As he pushed inside her, his lips kissed hers. Then, his hands were holding onto her waist as he pounded her against the shower wall.



Her hands fell to his shoulders and then his back as she tried to hold onto him. She tried to lift her other leg, but it really wasn't any use. Her tongue grappled with his for dominance.



He grabbed her leg and pulled it up so she could properly wrap her legs around his waist. Then, once all her weight was in his hands, he used the leverage to dive further into her. They both groaned in pleasure. Their kiss broke they panted.



Draco's eyes were staring at her face as he gave her everything he could. When she opened her eyes and saw him, he gave a slow smirk. It wasn't the sarcastic or cruel smirk she was used to seeing on his face, either. This smirk was... genuine. More like a half smile than an actual smirk. She could actually see a slight twinkle in his silver eyes that usually came with a genuine smile.



Then, neither could take much more of it. Draco's eyes rolled up in his head as Hermione arched her back. Draco's pace quicken and they both yelled out their climaxes. As Draco's seed emptied out into her, he leaned against her and the wall heavily. His eyes were closed as he gently kissed her shoulder.



(IV) (IV)



The four men forgot their argument as they watched the two young people in fascination. It didn't take long for Snape to realize where Black had gotten the idea that he might have been Lily's first. They could hear and see everything going on between Draco and Hermione.



The snarky Potion's Master thought about telling Black exactly who Lily's first had been, but then he decided against it. Lily had told him that in confidence. Even after twenty five years, eighteen of which Lily had been passed, Severus had no desire to break his promise to keep her secret.



He nearly growled when the girl said his name. He still hadn't given her permission to call him "Severus." Did she think that a bout of sex would sudden do the job for him?



When Draco and Hermione started kissing, Sirius looked at Lucius to gauge the blond aristocrat's reaction. "How does it feel, Malfoy?" he asked, both curious and having a desire to taunt. "How does it feel to see your son, your only heir, kissing a Muggle-born? You do realize they are about to have sex?"



Lucius sneered at Black before walking to the couch and sitting down to watch the TV. "Envious," he answered, shocking the other three men.



(V) (V)



As they came down from their highs, Draco gazed at Hermione. "If only you knew how long I've wanted to do that," he whispered.



She frowned as he stepped away from her. "Really?" she asked, picking up the dropped sponge and soaping it up again. "I would've thought quite the opposite with how you've treated me over the years."



"Treated you?" he returned. "When? In case you've forgotten, I tried to protect you. And I never said a bad thing about you."



She looked at him with wide eyes. "Protect me? Protect me?!"



Forgetting about the shower, she opened the glass door and moved into the bathroom. She reached for the door handle, when Draco grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him. "Let go of me, Malfoy!"



"Yes, protect you," he said, ignoring her demand. "I warned you at the Quidditch World Cup. I stopped the Dark Lord from gaining any interest in you by keeping my mind closed to him. And, I did what I could to stop Crabbe and Goyle from sending a Killing Curse your way in the Room of Hidden Things."



She glared at him. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said sarcastically. "Yes, I see now that you went out of your way to protect me from the monster you served. And how dare you claim to not speak ill of me! Does Mudblood ring a bell for you? What about insufferable know-it-all?"



"I never called you that," Draco defended. "That was Snape. As for the other phrase..."



"And what about Engorging my teeth before the Yule Ball?" she asked, ignoring him. "What were you protecting me from there? Did you hunt for the basilisk in our second year after I was Petrified? And I cannot believe I forgot about the evil, angry hippogriff which attacked you in our third year because you taunted it.



"Oh, and let's think about this really hard. Now, I do recall seeing you at the Ministry fighting alongside me to keep me from being cursed by Dolohov. How could I forget that? And let's not forget when Harry, Ron, and I went looking for those damned Horcruxes! I forgot you had been there!"



She stopped, then. "And when I was being cursed by your aunt," she said, tears coming to her eyes. "Where was your protection then? What did you do to keep her from hurting me?"



He dropped her arm. "Hermione, I..."



"Don't you dare claim to have been protecting me all these years," she sneered. "You've never protected anyone but yourself, Draco. And saying bad things about people? You do that all the time. You spoke ill of Harry, Ron, and me on more than one occasion."



Draco wondered where all of this had suddenly turned so sour. Everything had been perfect. He had finally had the chance to be with her. And, now, somehow, he managed to muck the entire thing up. Malfoys didn't muck things up so badly.



"You're right," he admitted. "You are absolutely right and I am completely wrong. I never protected you. And I spoke ill of you so many times, I cannot even count. But, I never..."



"Meant any of it?" she interrupted. Her eyes narrowed. "How could you not?"



Now, he felt the power of speech. "What could I have done, Hermione? What could I have done in any of those situations?



"I couldn't admit my growing fascination to my father. He would've hung me out to dry! You were everything my family was against. Not only were you Muggle-born, but female and smart. I'm not saying females aren't smart, but most aren't nearly as smart as you.



"In fact, they call you the brightest witch of our age. When I realized I was falling in love with you, I had to stop it. I had to do something! So, I hid it. I pretended I didn't care about you. I learned Occlumancy so that no one would ever know.



"All my beliefs. All my ideas. Everything I had ever known and learned was being untaught by a brown eyed girl with frizzy hair and two idiot sidekicks. I wanted nothing more than to be by your side. I envied Weasel when he kissed you on the day of the Battle. I wanted to do that.



"Hell, I envied Krum. I wanted to take you to the Yule Ball. But, I wasn't stupid. I wasn't going to ask you to the ball. You would've laughed in my face. Or, even worse, Pansy would've reported it to my father."



"You fell in love with me?" she asked, interrupting his tirade.



He froze. Had he mentioned love? Yes, yes he had. He swallowed and then looked away from her. He did not know when love had fallen into the equation.



"It... it doesn't matter," he mumbled, looking at the floor. He glanced back up and gray eyes met brown. "None of this matters anymore. We're stuck here until Zabini decides to let us go."



She slowly nodded as her mind thought through everything he said. She turned around and turned the door handle. Opening the door, the two young adults came face to face with one very angry Lucius Malfoy.

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Author's Note: The song is by Ace of Base and is called "Happy Nation." Awesome song. So, what do you guys think so far?