Paradise Found

A/N Wow! Thanks everyone for the nice reviews. I wasn’t sure if people would be tired of waiting for more on the triad or not. I’m glad many were happy to revisit this particular threesome. For me, to have invested such time and planning into What a Witch Needs made those particular characters and places come alive for me in a very strange and memorable way. Some readers have commented to me that they have felt the same about the story, even to the point where it has invaded some dreams. That has been interesting to me as many of my ideas have come to me during dreamtime. Strange how these things develop.

Well here is the next part of the mini-saga. I really enjoyed writing this one and my lovely beta is back with me once more! Hope you enjoy reading it.



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

Beta’d by gardengirlgarden. Thank you – you’re wonderful!


Where You Belong


Harry entered the tent, hearing the noises of music and sex coming from the back entertainment room of the Pleasure Palace. He strode across the main entrance and then paused, considering that walking in on the possible scene of Ginny engaged in sexual acts would deeply embarrass her.

So Harry looked up at his crystal fixture and waved his hand in a counterclockwise position. Immediately the music and the noise ceased. Now Harry heard gasps of surprise.

“What happened?” he heard Ginny say.

Harry cleared his throat loudly, letting his presence be known. “Emm… Hermione, Ginny, are you… decent?”

“Harry?” Hermione answered. “You can come in.”

Harry walked into the back room, noticing that Hermione and Ginny were simply reclining on cushions with champagne glasses in hand. Ginny was looking disappointedly at the overturned chairs on the floor, chairs that were pseudo-humans having sex just a moment ago.

Ginny finally noticed Harry standing in the doorway and blushed. “Oh, Harry, hello,” she giggled drunkenly. “Why’d you turn it off?”

“Ron’s pitching a wobbly outside about you being in here,” he answered. “He thinks you’re in here…”

“Having sex?” Hermione said, completing his sentence.

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Oh, brother! So he can have sex with Bunny every night, but I can’t even enjoy a show? Do you see what I have to put up with at home? A bunch of hypocrites, they are!”

“Honestly, Ginny, I have no qualms against you enjoying yourself. But, Ron, well he…”

Ginny held up her hand and rose to her feet. “I understand, Harry. He’s your best friend and all. But I really get tired of having my life decided for me all the time.”

“Ginny, it is your life and ultimately, you have to make the decisions regarding it,” Hermione said, standing and steadying herself as she wobbled. She’d had a bit more to drink than she had thought.

Harry was at her side in a moment, wrapping his arm about her waist and holding her steady. “You all right?” he asked.

Hermione twisted in his arms, pressing her body fully against his and wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m fine now that you are here,” she teased, breathily.

Ginny began backing up towards the doorway, a silly grin on her face. “Well, I’ll just go and find Ron. You two have… fun.” She could sense when Harry and Hermione entered their own little world and knew that when they were like this, no one else seemed to exist.

She turned and fled, intending to find her brother and give him an earful.

Harry backed Hermione against a gilded pillar, snogging her madly while she wrapped her legs around his waist, riding the evident bulge in his trousers. He pulled his lips away, forehead pressed against hers, breathing heavily. “So… you were getting yourself worked up in here, were you? Watching all those big cocks… I bet you fucking wet yourself.”

“Yes…” It was all she managed to say before Harry pressed his open mouth against hers, his tongue teasing and probing, tangling with hers in a desperate dance.

His fingers holding up her legs now bunched the cotton material of her summer dress upward until they could feel the smooth skin of her thighs and the silken material of her knickers. Harry slipped two fingers beneath the silk, gliding them through her wetness, enjoying the gasps she made in his mouth as he kissed her and her fingernails as they bit into his shoulders.

Her head fell back and she moaned as he kissed and sucked the smooth skin of her neck, rocking her pelvis against his expert fingers. Harry’s other hand moved beneath her knickers and covered one side of her arse, guiding her movements.

“Oh, Harry,” she groaned. “Fuck me, fuck me hard!”

The next thing she knew, Harry’s hard cock was stretching her, filling her, driving into her as he held her there against the pillar. His arms slid under her knees, pressing her legs upwards, giving Harry more access to go deeper… deeper…

“Oh… Gods! That’s so deep!” Hermione screamed. “Oh… yes!”

Harry was losing himself completely in her. He wanted to stay like this forever, hearing her moans and groans, feeling her pussy clenching around him. So absolutely perfect!
He covered her mouth once more with his, muffling both their sounds, swallowing them, as they shook and shuddered, moaned and groaned.

Harder, faster, he continued, until she pounded on his back with her fists, twisting her face away and yelling incoherently as her orgasm hit with ferocity. “Aaaaaaaaaah…” she screamed. “Gods! Harry!”

“Fuck!” Harry exclaimed, his face contorted with his own pleasure, her pussy milking every last drop out of him as he came as well.

He slowed as the convulsions did, kissing her flushed face with gentle kisses. “I love you, Hermione. I love you so much,” he murmured against her sweaty cheek.

“I love you too,” she responded, stroking his face with her fingers.

“Don’t ever leave me,” Harry whispered.

Hermione held his face still, looking into his eyes, knowing he was feeling insecure since Draco left. “Never,” she answered. “We are forever – all three of us.”

Harry lowered her legs gently to the ground, but didn’t move away from her. “Are you sure about that?”

“He’ll be back, Harry,” she said, still caressing his cheek. “He just gets… jealous of Ron. You know that.”

“He has no reason to be jealous!” Harry said, miffed. “Ron’s only a friend.”

“He knows that. But I think it’s the history that we share with Ron that bothers him. He doesn’t feel a part of it.”

“Well I’m not giving up the few friends I have just to please him. He’s being an arse, Hermione. He said he’d try to get along with Ron and then he just runs off.”

“Perhaps he just needs a little time to think about it more. I know he misses us, too.”

OOOOOO

Ginny had stepped outside the tent to find only Tiger sitting in the swan boat. Ron and Bunny were nowhere in sight.

“Where did they go, Tiger?” she asked the handsome, dark-haired young man.

Tiger lifted his arm and pointed in the direction Ron had taken Bunny, giving Ginny a sexy little grin.

Ginny stormed off, fists clenched. How dare Ron ruin her fun and then mess around with Bunny! Talk about a double standard.

She heard a groan and made her way around the back of the tent, stopping in her tracks at the sight before her. There was Bunny on her knees before Ron, her head bobbing back and forth, while Ron held her white bunny ears and moaned.

“Ewwww…! Ron!” Ginny snapped, her face distorted in disgust.

Ron’s eyes flew open with shock. “Ginny!” he yelled. He pulled away from Bunny and turned around in order to get his trousers back up. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Ron yelled over his shoulder.

“Harry said you were looking for me, so here I am, Ronald Weasley. And there YOU are!” Ginny yelled back. “You are the biggest hypocrite in the world!”

Ron turned around, trousers fastened, while Bunny sat down on the lawn, watching the exchange. “Yeah… and what the hell were you just doing? You were the one in the Pleasure Palace!” he snapped. “Are you trying to win the Slag of the Year award?”

Ginny put her hands on her hips. “For your information, I was doing NOTHING, nothing but watching a show, which is more than I can say for YOU. You’ve done nothing but take advantage of Bunny the whole time we’ve been here.”

“Take advantage?” Ron growled, angrily. “Bunny and I are having a mutual… fling. And I’m of age, Ginny! And I’m a bloke!”

Ginny’s eyes grew as wide as saucers. “I can’t believe you just said that! So because I’m a girl, the rules are different? Just who do you think the ‘blokes’ are doing it with?”

Ron held up one hand and shook his head. “I am not having this conversation.” He looked down at Bunny, offering her his hand. “Come on, Bunny. I’ll take you back to the house.” He picked up his broomstick, seating Bunny in front of him. “Stay out of trouble, Ginny.”

OOOOOOO

That evening, when the four of them sat down to dinner, Hermione could tell Ron and Ginny were still very annoyed with one another. They kept sending angry looks across the table and snapping rude comments during the conversation.

“That’s enough, Ron,” Hermione finally said, exasperated. “Ginny didn’t do anything but watch. It was no big deal. You’re being much too uptight.”

“She’s only fifteen,” Ron snapped.

“I’ll be sixteen next month!” Ginny snapped back.

“Oh, my,” Hermione smiled. “Ginny, I completely forgot your birthday was coming! And such an important one as well – you’ll be sixteen. Do you know what? I think we should have a ball, your Sweet Sixteen ball!”

Ginny looked at Hermione, surprised. “Hermione… I, I mean we, can’t afford a ball. I’ll be thankful if my parents can throw me a decent wedding.”

Hermione waved her hand in the air. “Don’t worry about that. We’ll have it here, at Marlston. It will be my birthday gift to you!”

A platter crashed to the ground behind Hermione’s chair, startling them. They all turned to find Bugger standing there, a horrified expression on his face and the silver tea service lying in a mess at his feet.

“Bugger? Are you all right?” Hermione asked, concerned.

“Here?” Bugger said. “Mistress wants a ball at Marlston?”

“Well, we do have a ballroom, Bugger,” Hermione stated. “Hasn’t Marlston ever hosted a ball before?”

“Not as long as Bugger has been here, Mistress,” the half goblin, half elf replied. “Oh, Mistress! It would be terrible bad. Wizards and witches wandering around the house. Wandering, Mistress!” Bugger rubbed his hands together in distress. “Touching everything, looking in places they should not look. Oh, Mistress, say you will not have a ball!”

“We managed to block off certain sections of the house when we had the garden party. I’m certain we can do so again,” Hermione replied.

“But guests would be in the house, Mistress, not the garden. Very worrisome…”

“Bugger,” Hermione said, sternly. “I wish to have a ball and so it will be! No one will slip past our security measures! Now clean up and prepare to send out the invitations. We’ll go over a guest list after dinner.”

Bugger knew his Mistress had made up her mind and he cleaned up the tea service with a snap of his fingers, sighing in disapproval.

Ron rolled his eyes, looking at Harry. “Save me, Harry. I can’t stand dances or balls. Do we really have to do this?”

Before Harry could speak, Hermione cut in. “Ron, of course you have to. Ginny is your sister! Your whole family will be there! Everyone will be there!” She turned towards Ginny, excited. “Oh, Ginny, it will be grand!”

Ginny smiled. “Are you sure you want to do this? It sounds like so much trouble…”

“Huh!” Harry laughed. “Do you even realize how many house elves she owns? It will be no trouble at all.”

“When you say you are inviting everyone, do you mean all those dark wizards as well?” Ron asked, popping a grape into his mouth.

Hermione glanced down at her plate and then looked at Harry. “Well, everyone did seem to get along at the garden party. And it’s kind of nice being able to keep both sides on friendly terms. I think that is one of Harry’s goals…”

Harry shrugged. “Do what you want, Hermione. But since its Ginny’s party, maybe she can decide.”

They all looked at Ginny, expectantly.

Ginny was still trying to get used to the idea of a ball in her honor. The guest list was the furthest thing from her mind. “Well… I don’t want anyone to feel insulted, or left out. So, you decide, Hermione.”

Hermione grinned, “It’s settled then. We’ll invite everyone we know!”

OOOOOO

“Is this all you want to invite, darling?” Narcissa asked, her quill poised over the list. “It’s really not enough for a party.”

“Then let’s not have a party,” Draco replied. “It will just be dinner with friends.”

“Well, I suppose more intimate gatherings do have their own charms,” Narcissa said. “I’ll have the invitations sent out tonight. Your ‘dinner with friends’ shall be tomorrow night.”

“Can you get rid of Dursley for the evening?” Draco asked, hopefully. “He’s an awful embarrassment.”

“Now, now, dear,” Narcissa scolded. “He’s Lord Potter’s relative. That is nothing to be ashamed of. I will have a talk with him, however, to make sure he’s at his best behavior.”

“And Father, will he be here?” Draco wondered.

“Perhaps,” Narcissa replied. “He’s been very busy lately, darling, you know that. Now that he is Lord Potter’s liaison to the Ministry of Magic, he’s had to intervene in all matters pertaining to dark wizarding families. And the Death Eater trials are still in progress. I’ll try to speak with him about your dinner…”

“Don’t bother, Mother. I’d actually prefer him to be elsewhere. He has a way of making my friends feel uncomfortable.”

“He takes his position very seriously,” Narcissa replied.

OOOOOOO


Draco had trouble sleeping, tossing and turning, reaching out for bodies that weren’t there beside him. He sat up in bed, tossing the covers off angrily. “Damn it all!”

He imagined that Harry and Hermione were tangled together, taking comfort in one another while he had no one. Nobody! Even that dunderhead Weasley was keeping warm with Bunny.

He fell back on his pillow watching the flames dance in the fireplace, wondering if he was the biggest idiot alive to have left. What the hell was he thinking?

Suddenly the flames grew enormous, shooting outwards and startling him. Draco sat up again, reaching for his wand on his nightstand. He pointed it at the flames, ready for whatever devilment this proved to be. Who would dare Floo into his bedroom in the middle of the night? That wasn’t even supposed to be possible, unless…

Draco’s heart sped up when Hermione stepped out of the flames, her long hair and white nightgown gently billowing around her. He put his wand back on his nightstand and quickly stood up, striding across the room towards her.

She smiled when she saw him, lifting her arms for his embrace. Her eyes swept over his nude form and her lips fell open in desire. How she had missed him!

Draco wrapped her warm body in his arms, lifting her off her feet as he hugged her tightly. Her arms wound about his neck and their lips came together, as desperate kisses were pressed along heated skin, finally connecting, delving, reacquainting in a dance of tongues.

“Draco, I…”

“Shhh… don’t say anything,” he whispered, lifting her nightgown off her fire-warmed skin and tossing it aside. His starved eyes swept over her body and his cock lengthened at the feast of luscious curves before him.

He took her hands and backed up toward his bed, pulling her along with him. “I need your taste,” he rasped. “I need you so much, love.”

He reclined down on his bed, reaching with his hands, placing them on her hips. “Get on my face…”

Hermione did as he asked, just as desperate for his touch, his taste. She positioned her body over him, facing his own delicious delights, gasping with joy when his expert lips began nibbling and sucking on her clit, his hot tongue laving her soft, sensitive flesh while his fingers sought entrance to her two openings.

She reached for his straining cock, lowering her head and tasting the salty tip that glistened its request for attention. Her hand wrapped around his beautiful length as her mouth worked its magic, stroking and flicking the smooth skin with her tongue. She rained kisses over his thighs and dipped her head down between his legs, kissing and licking his testicles, loving how he squirmed in delight each time that she did.

He hummed his pleasure onto her clit, pumping his wet fingers in and out of her, then pressing on that spongy skin deep within. Hermione groaned, grabbing onto his legs and gasping as her orgasm struck.

“Mmmmm… yes, cum on my face, love. I love it,” Draco mumbled. He stiffened his tongue and drove it straight into her, feeling her contractions and lapping at the flowing juices.

But Hermione was desperate to feel him inside of her. She pulled away from his face, leaving him disappointed, until he realized what she was doing.

Hermione turned her body around and positioned his ready cock at her entrance, wasting no time in sliding down the length of him, engulfing him in the hot, wet, cavern that was still pulsating.

Draco sighed in ecstasy. Never had he gone so long without sex and now, this felt like heaven. His hands found her hips again and he helped her begin to move, extending her orgasm.

Hermione rode sensuously on top of him, her eyes shut half shut and her head rolling backward. Her long hair swept down over his thighs and Draco felt like he was being made love to by an ancient pagan Goddess as the fire burned behind her, lighting her silhouette and making her appear like a dream.

He did not know how long they kept up this sensuous dance - his eyes could not get enough of her. One of his hands swept along her body, up her belly, over her breasts, along her neck, and to her lips, where her tongue and lips kissed and sucked his fingertips. Then his hand traveled slowly downward again, while his cock thrust into her over and over, never stopping.

His fingers circled around her belly and down to her chestnut curls, lightly tapping on her bud. Her fingers grabbed his biceps, squeezing as her orgasm reached another crescendo.
She shuddered and shook, gasping for more air.

Then Draco sat up, still connected to her throbbing depths, and kissed her deeply, his hands tangling in her hair, pressing her mouth more fully onto his. They were consumed with need.

Draco twisted their bodies, intending to lay her down beneath him so he could drive into her more and more, taking control.

As he placed her on her back, the fire roared to life again, distracting them both. Draco sat down next to Hermione and they both watched as Harry stepped through, clad only in black silken pajama bottoms. His summer tan made his chest magnificent and they both felt excited that he would join them.

Harry stood in the room, gazing at them.

“Harry?” Hermione said, wondering why he was just standing there.

Harry waved his hand and Hermione fell deeply asleep, lying limply next to Draco.

“Why’d you do that?” Draco asked, confused. “You know she won’t be happy about it.”

Harry walked slowly towards the bed, looking intensely at Draco. “I’ve come to bring her home.”

Harry leaned over Draco, reaching towards Hermione’s sleeping form. Draco grabbed his arm to stop him. “Damn it, Harry. Don’t do this!”

They were so close, so close they could feel the heat of one another. Both of them were breathing hard and Harry could see that Draco’s glistening cock had not yet been completely sated. But he couldn’t…

“Get your hand off me,” Harry ground out.

Draco’s heart was beating furiously. He had no idea Harry was this angry with him. “No,” he said. “Let her stay.”

Harry’s determined face now turned completely toward Draco’s, lust fighting with anger. Why did Draco have to look so devastatingly sexy? Harry’s free arm rose and he grasped the back of Draco’s head, roughly tugging at his hair.

Draco’s mouth fell open in surrender and he gasped, “Harry…”

Harry couldn’t seem to help it. He smashed his mouth against Draco’s, tasting, sucking at his lips, his other hand grasping at the blond’s rigid cock, still wet with Hermione’s sweet juices. Harry moved his hand, swirling his thumb over the tip, while he continued kissing Draco deeply, roughly holding his hair, making sure he didn’t get away.

Draco bucked and thrashed, giving himself completely over to Harry. He couldn’t help it. He needed them both, Hermione’s sweet softness and Harry’s dark dominance. Gods! His hips moved off the mattress and his back arched as Harry brought him closer to the edge of bliss….

Then Harry let go. His hand released Draco’s cock and his lips pulled away, but his hand remained fisted in Draco’s hair.

Draco looked at Harry in shock. How could he stop like that? So… cruel.

Harry put his face an inch away from Draco’s and his fisted hand shook Draco’s head for emphasis as he growled, “You left us!”

Draco’s lust clouded brain couldn’t seem to comprehend that anger was winning out over desire with Harry. Draco couldn’t think of an answer as Harry reached over and quickly picked up Hermione in his arms.

Now Harry stood at the side of the bed, Hermione’s arms and hair dangling down as he held her limp form. “If you want me… or her… then come home – where you belong.”

Harry turned and walked back into the flames with Hermione.

The moment they were gone, Draco sprang from the bed, devastated by the loss. When he tried to walk into the flames, there was nothing but heat, and he quickly sprang back.

“Fuck!” he yelled, striking the mantle with his fist, his knuckle throbbing and bleeding. But the pain was nothing compared the pain in his heart. Merlin! He needed those two! Nothing he had ever experienced in his life came close to what he had with Harry and Hermione. He realized that destiny, indeed, was a powerful thing.

He knew that Harry must have closed the open Floo immediately after exiting, making sure that Draco would have to return to Marlston the long way. There was no establishing an open Floo into Marlston. That was one of the many safeguards of the fortress. One could only be established from Marlston itself.

Draco looked at the ground and spotted Hermione’s nightgown. He picked it up and crawled back into bed. Pressing the fabric to his nose, he inhaled her fragrance, tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

OOOOOO

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