Fantasy House

"We need to talk," Lucius said, staring at his son.



Hermione looked from father to son. In that moment, she was highly grateful that Lucius was not angry with her. She slipped passed the pureblood into the hallway. "Just a bit of advice, Lucius," she said to him. "You might want to take your conversation into another room. Preferably one that does not lock. Otherwise, the two of you will be doing much, much more than talking."



The older pureblood glanced at Hermione. "You might wish to speak to the three in the living room," he told her. "This house does not just take pictures."



She looked at him curiously, but left the two purebloods to their own devices. She walked into the living room and saw two more angry men and a quite frazzled Remus.



Severus was the first to approach her as he walked her up against a wall. He placed his hands on either side of her so she couldn\'t escape easily. "I never gave you permission to say my first name," he reiterated from earlier. "Just because we had sex does not give you that permission."



She could feel his body heat and knew he was upset, but she was confused. She hadn\'t called him by his first name. At least, not since when he warned her against it.



She went to duck under his arm, but he stopped her. "Let me go, Snape," she said, looking into his dark eyes.



His eyes narrowed as he growled, "You will learn to follow direction, Miss Granger."



"Follow direction?" she hissed, placing her hands on his chest and pushing with all her might. It did not work. "The very first ground rule was that we wouldn\'t use terms of authority, yet you insist on calling me \'Miss!\'"



He rolled his eyes as he pressed himself against her, clearly showing his greater strength. "Such a term is not one of authority. Believe me, Miss Granger, I do not find you in any position higher than my own. It is a sign of respect. As is not calling someone by their first name unless given permission. And, since I was your teacher for six years, I do believe you owe me, at the very least, the same courtesy."



She could hardly move with him pressed against her so. She could feel his deflated cock against her stomach. It was still a bit sticky from their time together. In fact, she could even smell their sex coming off of him and was surprised to see his eyes tinged with lust. Then again, she could feel his penis slowly beginning to harden again. She gazed into his eyes, determined not to look down.



They stared at one another for a bit. Then, Severus slowly brought his head down and, closing his eyes, kissed her gently on the lips. She moaned against his lips as she opened her mouth slightly to allow him entrance.



"Oi! Can you not find a better place to do that?" said Sirius, both annoyed and disgruntled.



Sirius\' words only seemed to fuel Snape\'s decision. A hand fell down to Hermione\'s thigh and brought her thigh up to wrap around his waist as Severus broke the kiss and trailed kisses down to the hollow of her neck. There, he bit her and gently sucked on the wound.



As his penis became harder, Severus cupped one of Hermione\'s breasts and gently kneaded it. Hermione wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and moaned at his touch. Her eyes were lidded as she stared into the nothingness just above his shoulder.



Snape moved his mouth back to her lips and pulled her other thigh up around his waist. He did not enter her yet, for he did not have a full erection. But, he rubbed himself against her core.



"Hey!" Sirius barked, startling Hermione. "There are other people in this room!"



The young Gryffindor\'s eyes shot open as she broke the kiss. Her eyes met Snape\'s and the Slytherin smirked. "Now, you have my permission to use my first name," he said to her as he gently let her down and released her.



As realization dawned on her, Hermione\'s face reddened. "You... you..." she stuttered. Then, she stamped her foot and shouted, "Severus Snape! I can\'t believe you would..."



Unable to say any more, she turned on her heel and walked back down the hall. She slammed the bedroom door.



The three men watched her go. The moment the door slammed, Remus shook his head. Groaning, Severus walked over to the couch and sat down, fisting his erection.



The werewolf turned to see the Slytherin and began, "Severus, is that really..."



"Shut up, wolf," Snape growled. "If I don\'t do this, I\'ll have a case of blue balls. I, for one, am not looking forward to that."



Sirius curled his lip in distaste. "Well, if you hadn\'t been rubbing against her like that, you wouldn\'t have to worry about blue balls. God, Snape, you\'re so disgusting," he sneered.



The Slytherin rolled his eyes. "Tell me you wouldn\'t have done the same thing and I\'ll call you a liar, Black," he said, as he continued masturbating. "Besides, until you\'ve been with her, you don\'t know what she\'s like. The girl is amazing and so goddamn tight."



The animagus pinched his lips together and looked to his best friend. Remus just shook his head.



(II) (II)



Draco followed his father into the kitchen. Sitting at the table, he waited as Lucius poured them both drinks and joined him.



The older man sighed, "Why didn\'t you ever tell me about your interest in Miss Granger?"



Of all the things Draco expected, this question was not one of them. He glanced down at his drink and found he couldn\'t look his father in the eye as he answered. "She\'s a Muggle-born. And, well... our family is one of the oldest pureblood families in Britain. I was afraid I\'d... shame you."



He chanced a glance at his father and saw the man age before his eyes. Lucius placed a weary hand upon his own forehead and closed his eyes. "How long?" he asked. "How long have you... cared for the girl?"



Draco shrugged. "I suppose since our third year? Possibly fourth? I don\'t know. Maybe sooner than that. I thought she was quite cute when I first met her. A bit frumpy, but in an adoring way," he replied, taking a sip of his drink, which was butterbeer. "Her intelligence fascinated me. Well... perhaps not at first. At first it only angered me because she was getting better grades than I was. And all the teachers liked her, except perhaps Snape."



They could hear Hermione\'s holler from the living room. "Somehow, I do not believe your Potions teacher dislikes the girl any longer," Lucius said without any humor.



A loud bang could be heard and the Malfoys knew Hermione had shut herself up in the bedroom again. Lucius shook his head. "Well, I suppose we should find out how we will eat. It\'s dinner time and I\'m starving."



He stood up and went to the refrigerator. Opening the door, he looked into the cold box, but was at a complete loss. Milk, eggs... There was cheese and sliced ham. Glancing about the kitchen quickly, he did not see any bread, but he knew there had to be some in the cupboard, so he took the cheese and ham out. A sandwich shouldn\'t be that difficult to make.



He grabbed a jar of mayonnaise from the refrigerator and placed the items on the counter. Then, he began his search for the bread. Draco drained the rest of his glass and helped his father in his search.



"You might want to try the bread box," said Remus as he entered the kitchen.



The two Malfoys glanced at him and saw the werewolf pointing at a box on the counter. Lucius went to it and opened it to see a loaf of bread. "Right," he said, taking the bread out.



He looked through the cabinets a bit until he found the plates and grabbed two of them. Handing one to his son, he glanced at the wolf. "Are you going to eat?" he asked.



Remus nodded. "But, not a sandwich," he replied. "I was thinking of perhaps something more along the lines of spaghetti or lasagna."



Draco stared at the werewolf. "Do you know how to make those?" he asked.



Remus shrugged. "I saw Tonks do it a few times. It can\'t be that hard," he responded, walking to the stove.



He looked in the cabinet next to the stove and took out a large pot. Walking to the sink, he placed the pot in the sink and turned on the water. He let the water fill the pot until about halfway, then turned the water off and carried the pot to the stove, where he set it above a high flame.



"It will take a bit for that to heat up," he said. "If I remember correctly, we have to wait for the water to boil before we add the noodles."



Forgetting the sandwich stuff, Draco ran to the cupboard. "I saw some noodles in here," he said.



He grabbed the package and handed it to Remus who placed it on the counter. "What about the sauce?" Lucius asked, leaning against the counter next to the sink.



Remus paused momentarily, then walked to the cupboard. He dug around for a little bit before pulling out a jar of spaghetti sauce. "This is the easy part. We just place the sauce in a pot and let it heat up. I\'m not even going to bother until I put the noodles in the water. It\'d be pointless to heat the sauce up so soon," he told them.



Lucius wrinkled his nose. "Spaghetti sauce from a jar?" he sneered. "How... mediocre."



The werewolf placed the jar on the counter next to the noodles and folded his arms. He raised an eyebrow at the Slytherin. "Do you know how to make spaghetti sauce?" he asked.