Paradise Found

As promised long ago – one of the little fictions featuring the Triad. This fiction takes place soon after What A Witch Needs ends in the summer between sixth and seventh year. There are nine chapters. Not a very heavy plot, but much fun. I hope you’ll agree. Enjoy and tell me what you think!

**IMPORTANT: If you haven't read the fiction What a Witch Needs, then this fiction will not make sense to you. You must read WAWN first - yes, all 62 chapters.



Paradise Found

Chapter One: Five’s a Crowd

Disclaimer: I can claim no ownership of the characters used in this fiction.



“Isn’t it marvelous to be back in Malfoy Manor?” Narcissa asked her son, swishing open the draperies with a flick of her wand. “It is so nice to have all our belongings back, including your piano, Draco.”

She stepped up to her son’s side, watching as he sat on the piano bench and played a melancholy tune. It was obvious that Draco did not share her good mood.

“Yes, Mother,” Draco replied, absently, squinting in the sunlight that now flooded the room.

Narcissa sighed, studying her son’s depressed face. “Darling, you don’t have to do this to yourself. Just go to them.”

“Not as long as HE is there,” Draco answered, striking the keys a bit harder.

“Owls are arriving everyday, begging you to return…”

“They are all from Hermione. Harry hasn’t sent one!” Draco exclaimed, slamming the cover over the keys for emphasis.

Narcissa clasped her hands together and began walking across the parlor, a worried frown on her face. “Oh, my, do you think it’s wise to upset Lord Potter like this? Go to him, Draco, go and beg forgiveness…”

Draco stood, indignantly. “What! Forgiveness for what, Mother? He’s just upset because I don’t want to be there while he and Hermione are fawning over Weasel, laughing about old times that I wasn’t a part of at all.” Draco strode across the room, running a hand through his thick blond locks while he ranted. “There those three sit, heads together, acting like I’m not even there. I tried, Mother, I really did. But after a week of it, I had had enough!”

Draco had envisioned his summer much different than it was turning out. After the three of them had come home from their holiday in Greece, they were to spend the rest of the summer, before their last year at Hogwarts, together at Marlston. But after a week of bliss, Hermione announced that she had invited Ron and Ginny Weasley to visit.

“For how long?” Draco had asked.

“As long as they want to stay,” Hermione answered.

Draco had tried to be a good sport about it, knowing that he had, in a way, extended that same invitation to Ron Weasley at the garden party last spring. But he had only wanted to please his lovers. The reality of having to share his time with Harry and Hermione was more disturbing than he cared to admit.

After a week of tolerating the presence of the two red haired interlopers, Draco had announced that he was going to visit his parents before the school term started and left rather abruptly.

“You know I enjoy having you here, darling. I really do,” Narcissa explained. “But is it wise to leave them with that Weasley boy? Aren’t you concerned…?”

Draco looked at Narcissa, angrily. “Mother, I’m not concerned with being replaced. I already told you that our fate is sealed. Members of the Triad cannot be replaced.”

“But they can be broken apart,” Narcissa reminded, thinking of Tom Riddle and how he had left his Triad. “Go to him, Draco. Ask for forgiveness…”

“I’m not his servant. I’m his lover!”

At that moment Dudley had walked into the room, hearing Draco’s adamant words.

“Sick!” Dudley exclaimed. “You and Harry are fucking sick queers!”

Draco turned his ugly sneer towards Dudley. “Shut the fuck up, Dursley. Get out of here. I’m having a private conversation with MY mother. This is MY family, not yours.”

“Gentlemen, please,” Narcissa interjected. “Do not use such ugly language in my presence. Draco, Dudley is now part of our family as we have agreed with Lord Potter to serve as his foster parents.”

Dudley sat on the sofa, spreading his arms along the back and smirking. “Yes, brother dear,” Dudley grinned, sarcastically. “I’m part of the family.”
Truth was, Dudley loved being wealthy, getting served hand and foot by a slew of house elves, dressing in the finest clothing, driving around in one of the three cars he had received for his birthday, and having girls fawn over him.

Narcissa had groomed him well these past months, regulating his diet and exercise routines, taking him to barbers and tailors, teaching him proper elegant manners. And though he could put on a great act, there was no changing the core of Dudley. At heart, he was still a bully, a mule in a horse’s harness.

Now that the wizard war was over, he was looking forward to starting school again, getting out in the world and flaunting his newly acquired wealth.

Draco was about to say something extremely rude to Dudley when Narcissa intervened.

“Draco, why don’t you invite some of your friends over? We can have a party. I’m sure that will cheer you up.”

“I’m not in the mood to celebrate,” Draco replied.

“Ah, poor baby,” Dudley teased.

Draco pulled out his wand, pointing it at Dudley. “I said shut it, Dursley.”

“Draco!” Narcissa snapped. “Put that away! You two need to find a way to get along.”

Draco lowered his wand, still glaring at Dudley’s smirking face.

“That settles it,” Narcissa smiled, ignoring the obvious tension in the room. “We’ll send invitations this afternoon. Invite as many as you want, dear.”

oooooooooo


Hermione’s fingers trailed in the water as the beautiful swan boat rowed itself lazily down the river. She glanced down at Ginny’s sleeping face lying on her lap as they reclined on white downy pillows. Hermione’s current pets, Bunny and Tiger were fanning them with ostrich feathers to cool their summer heated skin.

The extensive gardens and grounds of Marlston included a gently meandering river that sparkled in the light of day, only to disappear into the darkened caverns deep beneath the mysterious manor. Hermione, Draco and Harry had discovered it early in the summer and had spent many afternoons frolicking in the sun and shade of the various terrains.

Hermione’s fingers of her dry hand stroked Ginny’s red locks. She was relieved that Ginny seemed finally able to relax after all that had happened at the end of the war.

After going blind in the final battle, Dean Thomas had refused to let Ginny, or most people, see him. He had gone into a deep depression and was having a hard time adjusting to his new life. Even Harry had offered to try to find a way to restore his sight, but Dean would not give him a chance, not answering any of the letters people had sent.

Anyone who turned up at the Thomas household was gently turned away by Dean’s parents. Ginny took this rejection rather hard as her and Dean had been getting along quite nicely in their relationship before the battle. But it had now been four months since that fateful day and Ginny was tired of feeling so useless, so rejected.

Hermione had seen Ginny change over the course of her visit to Marlston. She was relaxing and laughing more each day. And the flirting she had been doing with Tiger seemed to get her mind off much of her troubles.

Hermione had ordered Tiger to pay extra attention to Ginny during her stay, hoping that the handsome young villager would be a great distraction for Ginny. After Ginny allowed Tiger to give her a massage last night, Hermione had hopes that perhaps Ginny would finally be on the mend from Dean.

Ginny opened her eyes and squinted. “How long have I been asleep?” she asked, drowsily.

“Only about ten minutes,” Hermione smiled, twirling a strand of Ginny’s hair in her fingers.

“It’s so relaxing out here. The water rocked me asleep,” Ginny replied, pushing up to a sitting position. “How beautiful it all is, Hermione.”

They sat in silence, watching the trees and flowers, fountains and waterfalls they passed. When a grassy clearing came into view, Ginny noticed a striped tent sitting in the middle of it. “What is that tent for?”

Hermione blushed. “Well…”

Ginny noticed Hermione’s embarrassed hesitation and smiled curiously. “Hermione? What is it?”

“It’s Harry’s enchanted pleasure palace,” Hermione said under her voice, wondering what Ginny would think.

“What!” Ginny laughed. “Pleasure palace? That tent? Oh, I have to see this. Pull over to the shore.”

As soon as Ginny gave the order, the boat began to veer off towards the shore in front of the tent.

“Oh!” Hermione exclaimed. “No, Ginny, let’s not…” What was Ginny to think of them if she saw just how kinky the Triad was?

“Are you kidding?” Ginny laughed. “You think I’m going to miss this?”

“But…” Hermione stammered when the boat hit the shore. “Ginny…”

But Ginny was already stepping over the side of the boat, aided by Tiger who was holding her arm.

Hermione looked at Bunny, who was staring at her obediently with big brown eyes. “Bunny, you and Tiger stay with the boat,” Hermione ordered, hopping over the edge to catch up to Ginny. “Ginny…. wait…”

But Ginny was already standing at the entrance, one flap of the door pulled back in her hand, staring in wide eyed wonder at the grand palace inside. Hermione came up behind her, out of breath.

“Why do you need this if you already have such a lovely manor house?” Ginny asked.

“Well…” Hermione began. “You see, Ginny…”

“Yes?”

“Harry has some very advanced transfiguration skills…”

“Yes?”

“Oh, bother!” Hermione exclaimed, rolling her eyes. “Step inside and you’ll see for yourself. But I’m warning you…”

Ginny laughed, causing Hermione to consider that perhaps this experience would actually benefit Ginny’s happiness. They both stepped inside, letting the draperies close behind them.

Torches lit themselves along the walls of the grand entrance of white marble, crystal chandeliers coming to life before them. They walked towards a fountain at the end of the hall and before the fountain sat a table with glasses on it.

“It’s champagne,” Hermione said, picking up a glass and holding it under the fountain.

“Fantastic,” Ginny replied, excitedly, filling a glass as well. She looked about as she sipped. “So why are you so embarrassed to show me this?”

Hermione looked at Ginny and glanced over her head, nodding in her direction. “Because of them.”

Ginny turned around and looked, eyes opening wide. Behind her stood five oiled, handsome slave men and five beautiful slave women, all completely naked except for the jewels that adorned key points on their shapely bodies. She looked at the long, stiff cocks of the men, blushing furiously. “Oh…” was all she managed to say.

Then she looked at Hermione, incredulously. “Ah… do you three have… sex with them?” Ginny whispered.

Hermione looked at the ground, her face hot with embarrassment. “Well…”

Ginny’s mouth fell open. “YOU CHEAT ON EACH OTHER?!”

“Oh! No!” Hermione shook her head vehemently. “Ginny, they are not real people!”

Ginny looked at the sex slaves again, examining them further. “They look real! I’m confused. If they are not real, what are they?”

“They are… um… transfigured objects.”

“Like?”

“Well, like chairs and tables and such,” Hermione replied. “Harry is getting very strong in transfiguration. It used to take a lot of concentration for him to maintain the illusion, but now he can place the energy in crystals and have it operate without him.” She pointed to a fixture hanging from the ceiling, glimmering with crystals.

“Obviously!” Ginny marveled. “But… well… can they actually have sex with you?”

“Yes,” Hermione blushed. “We decided it wasn’t cheating since they are not real. They don’t have minds or souls. They have to be told what to do. They are just objects that obey.”

Ginny shook her head, grinning. “This is absolutely the most wicked thing I’ve ever heard of. I can’t believe…”

“You think we’re weird, don’t you?” Hermione frowned.

“Yes,” Ginny laughed. “But I still love you!”

Hermione’s smile grew. “Would you like to see what they can do?”

“I… well…” Ginny stammered. “I don’t have the most experience…”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Hermione replied. “We can just watch them… if you’d like.”

Ginny took another sip of champagne, starting to feel lightheaded. “I’ll probably die of embarrassment, but all right,” she giggled.

“Come on,” Hermione replied, grabbing her hand and pulling her to a room behind the fountain. “We’ll sit, relax and enjoy the show.”

“Oh, my!” Ginny laughed, allowing Hermione to tug her along.

oooooooooo


Harry and Ron landed on the garden balcony after a long fly about on their brooms. Harry called out to Bugger for refreshments, sweeping his sweaty bangs aside. They had enjoyed themselves immensely on this warm summer’s day, flying on the outskirts of Marlston and exploring some ruins on the nearby hillside.

Bugger appeared with a tray, a pitcher and two glasses at the ready. He set the tray down on the balcony table and poured the glasses full.

“Where’s Hermione and Ginny?” Harry asked. Bugger always knew the whereabouts of Hermione as if he had a special Marlston radar.

“The Mistress and Miss Weasley are now at your pleasure palace, Master,” Bugger replied, handing Harry the first glass.

“Your what?” Ron gaped.

Harry looked about, smirking. “Pleasure palace.”

“What the fuck is that?”

“What do you think it is?

“Fuck all, Harry,” Ron snapped. “What have you gotten Ginny into? I’m supposed to be watching out for her!”

“You’re blaming me?” Harry replied. “I didn’t think Hermione would bring her there. I’m sure she’s all right…”

“All right? I know what kind of debauched shit you three do. I don’t want Ginny exposed to that!”

“Calm down, Ron,” Harry said. “I’m sure they are behaving.”

Ron got on his broom again. “Come on, take me to this place now.”

Harry sighed and flew off, Ron trailing behind him.

ooooooooo


Ginny and Hermione sat on cushions sipping champagne, watching the slaves dance sensuously together.

“Is that all they do?” Ginny asked.

Hermione lifted one brow. “What did you have in mind?”

“Do they… you know…?”

Hermione grinned and ordered, “You, over there. And you. Both of you have sex with that woman.”

Two of the male dancers surrounded a female, one lifting her with his big hands on her arse. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he lowered her onto his big cock. The second male spread her arse cheeks and shoved his cock between them. They both pounded into her as she bounced between their sandwiched bodies.

Hermione glanced at Ginny who had placed one hand over her mouth, enraptured and shocked by the sight before her.

“Is that what it is like for you? Is that what it is like with Harry and Malfoy?” Ginny whispered.

“It’s better than that. Because we love one another,” Hermione replied.

Ginny tore her eyes from the spectacle and looked at Hermione. “I hope I can find someone who’ll love me like they love you,” she said, wistfully.

“You will,” Hermione smiled. “How can anyone help but love you, Ginny?”

oooooooo


Harry and Ron landed in front of the tent, hopping off their brooms and looking at Bunny and Tiger waiting in the swan boat.

Harry hesitated a moment. “Ah, Ron, maybe you should wait out here.”

“Why?”

“Well, Ginny is your sister and…”

Ron made a look of disgust on his face. “You’re right. I don’t want to see what’s going on in there. Just get Ginny out,” he said, eyeing Bunny in the boat.

Harry shook his head and grinned as he entered the tent.

Ron walked towards the boat. “Come here, Bunny. Come for a walk,” he said. “You stay with the boat, Tiger.”

Bunny stepped out of the boat in her white fur bikini and bunny ears. She hopped up and down towards Ron, her big breasts bouncing as she approached.

Ron watched her delicious mounds enticing him and grinned wider, placing his hands around her waist when she was near. “That’s a sweet little pet,” he encouraged, his lips lowering down onto hers. Bunny kissed him back obediently.

Ron took her hand and pulled her around the tent towards the back and out of view of Tiger. Bunny had been warming his bed every night since the second night he arrived nine days ago. She helped him forget all about Lavender Brown, who had broken up with him two weeks before in order to ‘take a break’.

Ron pulled Bunny against his body as he kissed her some more, unfastening her furry bikini top and letting it fall to the ground. “Good little, Bunny,” he said. “How about placing those lips around my cock, eh?”

Bunny nodded and kissed her way down his body as she fell to her knees, unfastening his trousers with her nimble fingers.

Ron closed his eyes and moaned as her lips enveloped his cock with hot, wet, heat. “That’s it, Bunny,” he groaned. “Eat your nice carrot.”

Oooooo


Authors Note:

So there you have it!

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