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Fantasy House	By : Tassanaburrfoot Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 212181 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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"No, Ron, flip that switch. No, not that one, the other one."

"You flip it!"

"Ron, you turned them off, flip it back on so we can see them. There, now flip the other switch."

"That just turns off the other tela-vision."

"Damn it! Hold on."

Remus and Sirius shared a look as the five men listened to the conversation. They grinned widely. Harry had found them!

"Hey, Potter!" Draco shouted, staring at the blank television screen. "Is Hermione with you?"

"What?" came Harry's voice.

Draco frowned and glanced at his father. Lucius furrowed his eyebrows. "Is Miss Granger with you?" he asked.

"Hermione?" they heard Ron Weasley ask. "I thought she was with you?"

"She was, Ron," Sirius replied, "but we found a weak spot in the barrier and managed to get her out. She should have been there by now."

"Wait! I found it!" Harry said as he flipped a switch and the television turned on.

Sirius gave a broad smile as he saw his godson on the screen. Ron was frowning. "Why are all of you naked?" he asked. "Where are you?"

"Those are both excellent questions which you may want to ask Mr. Zabini," Lucius answered. "We were brought here a few months ago unconscious and stripped of our clothing. Mr. Zabini made it clear from the beginning that we were to perform several sexual acts in exchange for our freedom."

"Yeah, the bugger lied to us," Sirius growled. "The entire time he had Devil's Snare growing in the forest room and now the plant has gone wild. He's stopped sending us food and there's something wrong with the water. We're eating flowers because Snape here won't let me hunt."

Severus rolled his eyes as he threw the Animagus a bored look. "I told you, Black, there is nothing to hunt."

"What happened to Hermione?" Harry questioned.

"Another good question," Remus replied, looking a bit worried. "One we had hoped you'd be able to answer for us. As Sirius said, we found a weak spot in the barrier and managed to make it large enough for her to get through. We thought she would have found you by now."

Harry and Ron shared a concerned look. "Is there anything you can tell us about your location?" Harry asked. "Anything at all?"

Remus shook his head. "Unfortunately, Zabini has this entire area under a sort of magical barrier. He controls the weather, the plant life, and pretty much everything. The only guess we have to the season is the Daily Prophet and this television."

"Speaking of which," Sirius interrupted, "have you ever noticed how much pornography we have at our fingertips? Just on this television alone, there are over 30 changels of all types of porn."

"Channels, Black, and stick to the topic," Severus said in annoyance. "How did you find us, Potter?"

"Kreacher," Harry answered simply.

"Is that supposed to mean something?" the Potions master asked with a raised eyebrow.

Sirius snorted, "Kreacher is my house-elf. Well, he's Harry's house-elf."

"Yeah, we tried to think like Hermione," Ron told them. "And Harry came up with the brilliant idea of using Kreacher as a spy. We were able to rescue both Andromeda and Teddy from Zabini because of Kreacher."

"Andromeda is part of the problem," Lucius said. "She helped Zabini and Narcissa capture us."

Harry's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Why would Andromeda do something like that? It doesn't make any sense."

Remus shook his head. "Apparently, she wanted me to open up again. Well, Sirius and I. I believe her intentions were noble, if a bit short-sighted and..."

"Corrupt?" Lucius offered when he saw the lycan struggling for a word. When Remus moved to argue, the blond held his hand up. "There is no point in denying it, Remus. She had to know from the beginning that this wouldn't end well."

"Mr. Malfoy," Harry said, drawing the aristocrat's attention. "Andromeda has been seriously injured by Zabini. From what my fiancée can determine, she has suffered severe trauma from several Cruciatus Curses thrown at her. She cannot speak and rarely leaves her bedroom."

"Actually, she does speak," Ron corrected. "But only one word. She keeps saying 'Up.' Any of you know what that means?"

For a moment, the five men stood in shocked silence. As they looked at one another, Draco glanced at the screen, his eyes narrowed. "How do we know these are the real Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley? You could be imposters."

"You and I served detention together once in first year with Hermione and Neville," Harry answered. "Hermione and I went with Hagrid and you and Neville took Fang. In less than thirty minutes, you scared Neville so that Hagrid sent me with you instead. You and I found the dead unicorn."

Draco eyed his old school rival suspiciously. "Was that the time you went off screaming like a little girl?"

Harry shook his head. "I believe that was you, Malfoy."

Draco blushed in momentary fury, but then, deciding it was better not to start a fight, said, "Tonks could be referring to the rune we made. We needed a marker for the area where we were making the hole in the barrier and we needed something we knew Zabini couldn't recognize. We know neither Zabini nor my mother took Ancient Runes, or knew anything about them."

"Is it possible that Andromeda could have told Zabini about the rune?" Harry asked.

Draco glanced at his father for a moment, though it was Severus who answered, "I do not think she did, Potter. I taught Mr. Zabini for seven years, and I know how he is when he learns something new. Like Miss Granger, he likes to use new pieces of information to his advantage. Knowing the rune and what it means would be highly important to him, if he knew it existed. Furthermore, I do not believe he knows Miss Granger has left the grounds. He keeps asking for her and demanding that we produce her."

"He's also far too arrogant," Draco pointed out. He received disbelieving looks from Remus and Sirius, as well as Severus for this comment. The blond frowned. "Well, he is! I know I'm arrogant, but he's worse than me. At least I have learned to live with Gryffindors and Muggle-borns. Zabini still thinks himself in a class above everyone else. Even in school, he thought he was better than me, though I made the better grades and got the better girls. He claimed to be too good for any of the girls in our class or below."

"Malfoy, school was four years ago; why are you still going on about it?" Ron asked, looking perturbed.

"Because, Weasley, Zabini hasn't changed. And it hasn't been four years, it's been three. I finished school, remember?" the Slytherin argued.

Harry grew quiet for a moment as he considered everything that had been said. They still had no idea where the men were, but they seemed to be all right. Hermione had obviously been there, but now she was missing, again. Harry glanced up at his best friend. "We need to see if we can find any documents or plans for these men. Professor Snape or Draco, do you think Zabini would have kept some sort of paperwork? I know he was an observant student who used information to his advantage, but did he ever write things down? I mean, aside from essays."

"He used to have a journal," Draco answered, "but if he still carries one, it'd be on his person."

"He also kept a lot of notes in class," Severus added. "Though where he would put them..."

"I'll go see if I can find a desk or something that he might use here," Ron suggested before leaving the room.

Harry sighed as he looked at the men on the screen. He could tell they were exhausted and hungry. "I'm going to do everything in my power to get the five of you out of there. I promise."

Sirius offered his godson a warm, but sad smile. "We know, Harry. We know."

(II) (II)

Viktor stared at his friend and the broom for a moment longer. "Hermione, might I offer suggestion?" he asked tentatively.

She nodded and he proceeded. "Flying to London will take long time. Perhaps Floo? Or even Apparation?"

"I don't have my wand," Hermione pointed out.

Viktor snorted. "You don't need wand to Floo," he replied. "We could Floo to your place so you can get your wand. Then, we find Harry Potter."

Hermione's eyes widened. Of course! Why didn't she think of that? "That is an awesome idea!" she said, before handing him the broom and running to the fireplace.

Viktor placed his broom back in the closet and joined the Gryffindor at the hearth. "I'll meet you in my house," Hermione said as she grabbed a handful of Floo powder from the jar on the mantle and stepped into the fireplace.

"Wait!" Viktor called, stopping her. "Floo to my flat in Paris first before going to London. Otherwise, you might not make it."

"Right," Hermione agreed. "Viktor Krum's flat in Paris, France."

In a flash of green flames, the Gryffindor was gone. Viktor sighed. There was never a dull moment when Hermione Granger was around.

(III) (III)

The first thing Hermione did when she entered her flat was run to the sink and fix herself a glass of water. She was hungry, but she hadn’t been home in ages. She wasn’t sure if any of the food she had was still edible and did not want to risk it.

Once she finished drinking her water, she went into the bedroom and began looking through her closet. She hadn’t realized how much she missed clothes until they were in front of her. She wanted to wear everything she owned.

As she turned to her dresser, Hermione’s eyes came upon the one thing she missed the most. The slender piece of vine lay ever so peacefully on her bedside table. A soft smile played upon Hermione’s lips as she reached out longingly for the wood. She felt the magic coursing through her veins as she picked up the wand and held it lovingly.

For a brief second, she recalled the first time she felt her magic stir in her fingers. She had been eleven, going on twelve, when she had entered Ollivander’s wand shop. The wand had chosen her and her excitement had been immeasurable.

Hermione gave a soft chuckle. That moment, all those years ago, was nothing compared to this. She felt as though she could fly, which she knew she could. She was complete.

“Hermione?” called Viktor from the living room, snapping the girl back to the present.

“I’m in here!” Hermione shouted back. “I’m just throwing on some clothes. ”

She knew time was running out for the men, and she had to hurry. Keeping a hold on her wand, Hermione returned to her previous task of getting dressed. She decided to wear a pair of jeans with a soft pink jumper. A quick wave of her wand mended her cut foot, and Hermione was able to put on a pair of socks and trainers.

She thought about running a brush through her hair, but then decided against such an unimportant task. Glancing in the mirror, she smiled one last time before leaving her bedroom and returning to the living room.

“So, I have no doubt that Harry and Ron are most likely still looking for clues,” she told her Bulgarian friend. “They’ll probably be either at Grimmauld Place or the Burrow. Do you think you can find your way there?”

Viktor’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Yes, but what about you? Where are you going?”

The Gryffindor’s eyes flashed with fire as she said, “I’m going to find Blaise Zabini. ”

Author's Note: So, I finally added another chapter. Woohoo! What'dya think? Pretty good, eh? Just wait until you see the next chapter...

As always, thank you to my four wonderful betas. Without you, I probably wouldn't have gotten this far. And, thank you to all who are reading this story. That you've stuck by it this far is incredible and shows some real dedication. I really appreciate.

I promise this story will get finished. I am currently working on the next two chapters and I hope to have them out to you by, at least, the end of the month, but don't quote me on that.

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