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Fantasy House	By : Tassanaburrfoot Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 212181 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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Severus plucked a rose from the front garden and handed it to Sirius. The Animagus raised an eyebrow. "Getting soft on me, Snape?"

The Potions master rolled his eyes. "You should read more about plants, Black, before making such asinine assumptions," he said. "The rose is an edible flower."

Sirius frowned. "I'm not eating flowers," he stated as he watched Severus pick more of the large blooms.

The Slytherin shrugged, not looking away from his task. "Your choice. Our food supply is limited and the Devil's Snare is growing. You don't have to eat the roses-- starve for all I care."

Now Sirius understood why Lucius sent him and Severus out to pick flowers. The Animagus supposed some of the other flowers, maybe some of the plants, might be edible. Snape knew which ones were safe to consume and was harvesting them for food.

"How much longer do you think she'll be?" Sirius asked.

"I don't know and don't talk about her," Severus hissed, throwing the Animagus a glare before turning his attention back to the flowers.

Sirius sniffed in annoyance. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the small hole they had created. The rune still sat at the base, and he was amazed Zabini hadn't figured it out yet. Perhaps Hermione had been right and Zabini did not know anything about runes? It was probably also safe to assume that neither Narcissa nor Andromeda knew anything about runes. If they did, surely they would’ve said something to Zabini by now?

The Animagus turned his attention back to Snape, who was currently picking lilacs. The dogman sighed. Most of their food supplies had diminished, and Zabini was keeping to his threat. Until Hermione showed up, they would not receive any more food.

Sirius gave a soft smile as he thought of the young girl. Perhaps she had already found Harry and Ron and was on her way to rescue them. He imagined her telling the boys everything that had happened and what Zabini planned to do.

He glanced at a yellow flower and thoughts of Hermione swelled even more. He had never seen her in yellow and thought she might look nice in it. Sirius had always liked the colour yellow, and he truly believed every girl and woman should own at least one yellow sundress. “What type of flower is this?” he asked Snape as he touched the yellow blossom.

Severus glanced up from a small patch of daisies to see what Sirius was talking about. “That’s honeysuckle,” he answered. “You should pick some of them. They are really sweet and taste just like honey.”

“Thus the name,” Sirius said, though he wasn’t being sarcastic.

Sometime after Hermione’s disappearance, perhaps right after watching that ridiculous video, Severus and Sirius came upon a sort of silent pact with one another. It was easy to guess that they would never be friends, but they also realized that they needed one another, along with the other men, if they were going to survive until Hermione came to their rescue. So, they did not pick fights with one another anymore. While “thank yous” and “pleases” were out of the question, a certain amount of respect and gratitude had developed between the two dark men.

It seemed, as well, that the other men in the house really liked this mutual agreement. While relaxing and contentment wasn’t possible with Devil’s Snare growing down the hall and food being rationed almost to nothing, life was easier for the men when they weren’t fighting amongst themselves.

Sirius picked a few of the honeysuckle blossoms, knowing they would need whatever nutrition they could find. He hated the idea of eating such a beautiful flower, especially as it reminded him so much of Hermione.

Sirius smiled to himself as he realized how right she'd been about the necessity of a truce between him and Snape. His smile faded somewhat as his thoughts turned to the uncertain state of his relationship with Hermione--what place would he have in her life when they escaped from this house? Each time he'd tried to press the matter with her, Hermione had put him off with a smile or distracted him with a kiss, making clear her reluctance to decide the issue in the present time.

Perhaps Hermione was right about that, too. She had declined Sirius’ marriage proposal some months ago. At the time, the Animagus had been hurt-- he knew he loved her and he knew he could be a good husband for her. Right?

Sirius sat upon the grass, crossing his legs, and played with a honeysuckle petal while staring aimlessly at the ground. He pondered on how it really was hard to figure out how you felt about a person when you were forced to live so close to them for so long.

Sirius fancied himself in love with several people in the house, especially Hermione and Lucius. That couldn’t be right, could it? How could one person be in love with so many people at one time? It was a taboo concept that didn’t make sense to a monogamist mind.

Sirius frowned at that thought-- was he a monogamist? He had never married or settled down. He didn’t have any children or any real plans for them. His Animagus form was a dog, which, he mused, really weren’t monogamous creatures.

Sirius knew wolves were monogamous. A pack of wolves had two leaders, an alpha male and an alpha female. These alpha wolves only mated with one another and did not allow the other wolves in the pack to mate with them.

As Sirius continued to examine his own beliefs and behavior he thought about howdogs weren’t wolves, though they were descended from wolves. Some dogs were monogamous, though perhaps not by choice. When a human bought a male and female dog, the human might not really think about whether these two dogs would wish to remain with one another for the rest of their lives.

Sirius wondered what all of this meant for him--didhe just love Hermione and Lucius and Remus and Draco because he was forced to live with them? Because, like any other dog, he loves those he is forced to be with when he has been given no other choice?

Hermione had been right, he decided. She was right to turn down Sirius all those months ago and she was right to turn down Snape before she left. Sure it had hurt, but it was necessary. They needed to focus on breaking free before they made any huge decisions about love or marriage.

“Black!”

Sirius jumped and glanced up at Severus who was standing above him. “What?” the Animagus asked in irritation.

“I’ve been calling your name for the past ten minutes. Are you coming inside or are you going to sit out here and contemplate the grass for the rest of the evening?”

Sirius knew that Severus was grumpy. The lack of food could make anyone grumpy and Severus was a natural grump, so lack of food plus natural grump doubled the grumpiness. So, Sirius tried not to take it to heart as he stood up and brushed off his naked bum. He picked up the honeysuckle flowers and handed them to Severus.

As he made his way inside, only one thought pervaded Sirius’ mind: his hope that Hermione would return with help soon.

(II) (II)

Viktor gently pulled Hermione off of him. “Hermione? What are you doing here?” he asked, looking into her brown eyes.

She shook her head. “I’ll explain it on the way,” she told him. “We need to get to England and quickly. There are lives at stake.”

“England?” Viktor questioned.

Hermione nodded. “If we don’t get there now, people will die,” she said, urgency in her voice.

The Bulgarian could see the desperation in her eyes and was surprised by it. He had never known her so panicked. He knew he couldn’t deny her. He never had and he never would.

“I will get my broom,” he told her as he turned back to his home.

Tears flowed freely from her eyes. “Thank you, Viktor,” she whispered.

Hearing a car door open and shut, Viktor glanced up at the vehicle. “Who is that?” he asked.

Hermione turned and noticed Aleksandar. She ran to him and gave him a hug. “Thank you, Aleksandar,” she said. “Thank you so much for everything.”

“This is Viktor Krum?” he asked. “The one you were looking for?”

“Yes,” she answered as she led the officer to the Quidditch player. “Viktor, this is Officer Aytos. He helped me cross the Greek border into Bulgaria. He also gave me this warm coat and brought me to the police station.”

“What were you doing in Greece?” Viktor inquired, now completely confused.

Hermione opened her mouth to answer and then clamped it shut. She thought about it for a moment and then answered, “Look, I will explain everything on the way. We’re wasting time and the men don’t have time to waste.”

“Men? What men?” the Bulgarian asked as he followed Hermione to the house and opened the door for her.

Viktor stopped at the doorway and turned to the officer. He thanked the man and offered to insist the man receive a raise once Viktor returned to Bulgaria. When Aleksandar asked the wizard if he had a private jet, the seeker immediately responded to the positive.

“I will take care of her,” Viktor promised the officer.

Aleksandar nodded. “Please inform me when you return. I would like to know what happens to this Blaise Zabini,” he said.

Viktor gave a half smile before closing the door. He turned around to find Hermione standing in the hallway, broom in hand.

“You hate flying,” he commented.

“I also hate being drugged, stripped, kidnapped, and thrown into a house with five naked men and told that I must have sex with them if I am to live,” she pointed out.

His eyes widened. “What?!”

She handed him the broom. “Let’s get to England.”

(III) (III)

“You have to have a warrant—“

“It’s right here, Zabini,” Harry interrupted, shoving the warrant in Blaise’s face. “Now, Ronald and I are going to search this manor from top to bottom and you are not going to be in our way.”

Ron nodded, glancing at Harry and back at Zabini. “You and your fiancée are ordered to vacate the premises as well,” he added.

Blaise snatched the warrant out of Harry’s hand and read it, looking for a loophole that was not there. Eyes narrowed the dark Italian handed the warrant back to the bespectacled man. “I was planning an evening out with Narcissa anyway. I do not think it’ll take more than a couple of hours to search this manor. After all, you found everything you needed to find before…”

“We’ll be the judges of that, Zabini,” Ron responded, folding his arms.

“And you will remain gone until we give you permission to reenter,” Harry said as he stepped into the manor. “Whether it takes us a couple of hours, days, or weeks. I recommend packing clothes, but considering how much money both you and Narcissa have, I do not think a day of shopping would be difficult for either of you.”

Blaise raised an eyebrow. “Do you really believe it will take you weeks to find whatever it is you are looking for, Potter?”

Harry shrugged. “Perhaps. Perhaps not,” he answered.

The Italian pinched his lips together as a thoughtful expression crossed his face. After a moment of silence, he said, “I do… hope it doesn’t take that long, Potter. It would be a shame if it did.”

As Ron watched the Zabinis walk towards the exit, a thought occurred to him. “Hey, Zabini,” he shouted, drawing the black man’s attention. “Just a small warning: there will be Aurors watching you wherever you go, so trying to run isn’t an option.”

(IV) (IV)

Ron sighed as he and Harry watched Blaise and Narcissa Apparate away. “What do you think he meant?” he asked as he turned his attention back to Harry.

“I’m not sure, but I intend to find out,” Harry answered before shouting, “Kreacher!”

The small house-elf popped in front of them. “Master Potter calls Kreacher?” he asked.

“Yes,” Harry replied. “Can you show us where this room is? The one where Zabini would watch Hermione and the others?”

The house-elf nodded eagerly as he held out his hands to the men. “Kreacher knows. Kreacher shows.”

Harry and Ron took the proffered hands and in an instant they were transported into the control room. There were small television screens lined up neatly along a wall with speakers and a large control panel sitting in the middle of the room. Harry’s eyes widened at the sight of all the equipment. He could hardly believe any pureblood wizard would have so much Muggle technology.

“Oh, my God!” Ron gasped, drawing Harry’s attention away from one of the large speakers.

Harry glanced at his best friend before following the red-head’s gaze. The televisions were on and one screen displayed Remus and Lucius. Harry’s eyes widened in disbelief. Not only were the two men kissing, but they were completely and utterly naked. Harry did not know whether to be happy to see them alive or disgusted by the scene playing out before them.

“Is this actually happening?” Ron asked, his face contorted in repulsion.

Harry shook his head. “I’m not sure,” he answered truthfully.

He walked to the control box and studied it for a bit. He saw a small microphone and assumed that this was how Zabini communicated with the men.

“Harry! It’s Sirius!” Ron announced, pointing to another screen.

The raven-haired man glanced up to where Ron was pointing and saw his godfather on the screen. Sirius seemed to be in a conversation with Snape and the younger Malfoy. “I wonder what they are saying,” he mused.

Ron shook his head. “It almost looks like they’re having an argument about something.”

Harry turned his attention back to the control panel. There were many buttons and knobs on the panel, each one carefully labeled with a number. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked back at the televisions. Yes. There were numbers on the screens as well. Sirius was on screen seven.

Glancing back at the board, Harry searched for the number seven and turned the knob. His eyes lit up as he and Ron was able to hear the conversation…

(V) (V)

“We need meat,” Sirius insisted. “I don’t know about you, but daisies and tulips aren’t enough for my digestive system.”

“And how exactly do you suggest we acquire this meat, Black?” Severus asked, his arms folded over his chest.

Sirius glanced over at Draco and rolled his eyes. “Really, Snape?” the Animagus retorted. “You’ve lived with me for months now and you’ve known about me for years. I can change into a dog. I can hunt.”

“Hunt what?” the Potions master snapped. “We haven’t seen a bird, mouse, or reptile in two months. We’re lucky we were able to harvest what we have.”

“We do still have some meat,” Draco pitched. “Not much, but there’s still a few things. We could ration—“

“We’ve been rationing,” Sirius growled. “All we do is ration. I want real food.”

Draco sighed. “We all want real food, Sirius. Do you think this is any easier on my father and me? I’m not used to eating so little. I say we give it a few more days. Then, if we are certain that nothing is going to change for a while, then you can hunt.”

“There isn’t anything to hunt,” Severus pointed out.

Draco shrugged. “We don’t know that for certain. Neither you nor I have the senses of a dog.”

“Even Lupin said—“

“Hello?” boomed a loud voice that made the three men stop.

That wasn’t Zabini’s voice. That was… Sirius’ eyes lit as he ran into the living room, Severus and Draco right behind him. As the three entered the room, Sirius saw Remus and Lucius also entering the room from the kitchen.

Remus stared at the television. “Harry?” he asked, not believing his own ears.
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