Paradise Found

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Head Games


“Are you giving me permission to have my way with you, Miss Parkinson?” Lucius asked, carefully. With her verbal consent, Lucius knew there would be no repercussions for what he had in mind.

Pansy looked at him in confusion. Malfoys had a way of turning words to their advantage. She wondered what she was agreeing to when she found herself nodding, her mouth falling open with unexpressed words.

“Yes?” Lucius barked, impatient for her verbal contract.

“Ye… yes,” stammered Pansy.

Lucius grinned, grasping her arm quickly and making her cry out in surprise. He pushed her downwards until she was bending over the top of his desk. Flipping up her dress, he ripped the knickers from her, causing Pansy to make a small scream.

Gods! He was going to take her just like this. Pansy swallowed and tried looking over her shoulder at him, thinking he was fumbling around with his clothing and getting ready to enter her.

What she did see made her eyes wide with fear.

Lucius had one had on the small of her back, pinning her down, while in his other he held his cane.

“No!” Pansy hollered. “Not with that. Please!”

Lucius’ smile became malevolent. He looked at his cane and said, “It’s a symbol of how… fucked… you really are, Miss Parkinson.”

Suddenly a low whisper distracted Lucius, his head whipping around to look towards his fireplace. The flames flared and his curtains billowed softly, power crackled in the corner of his study.

Lucius looked at the girl on his desk, knowing he needed a change of plans.

“Silly girl,” he said, “thinking a Malfoy can be manipulated with sex. Let this be a lesson to you.”

He brought the cane down, smacking her bare arse and making her yelp. “Stop, please!”

He caned her bottom three more times, loving the fiery red lines forming across her smooth skin.

Then he stepped back, leaving her to recover what was left of her dignity. Pansy silently stood up and smoothed her skirt down before walking to her torn knickers and retrieving them. “So you’ll help me?” she dared, without looking at Lucius.

“If you would like a favor from the Dark Lord, ask him yourself,” Lucius replied. “Now get out.”

Pansy walked quickly towards the door, grateful that he didn’t stick his cane inside her like she thought he would. Something seemed to change his mind. Whatever it was, she was relieved. Her options, however, were becoming fewer. She didn’t want to face Lord Potter directly. He terrified her. She knew he hated her. She had thought it more promising to go to those who might have his ear instead of asking him directly.

As she stepped outside Lucius’ study, her arse throbbing with pain, she spotted Draco walking down the hallway towards her, his brows knit together in confusion.

“What were you doing in there, Pansy?” he asked.

“I had something to discuss with your father,” she said, a new idea coming to her mind. Draco was being decent towards her tonight, even though she suspected it was because she was a guest in his home. “Draco, I was wondering if I may have a few words with you.”

“Not tonight,” he replied, glancing at his father’s door. “I’ve got other matters to attend to.”

“But this will just take a moment. It’s about the upcoming trials,” she said, quickly.

“Sorry, Pansy, but I have nothing to do with those trials. That’s my father’s business,” he replied, wanting to get away from her presence as soon as possible. He found her cloying ways quite suffocating.

“I only need you to speak with Lord Potter…” she said, ignoring his discomfort.

“No,” Draco replied, quickly.

“What?” Pansy said, shocked. “You haven’t heard everything yet.”

“Whatever it is, the answer is no. Now don’t make me become rude, Pansy. Go back to Teddy and cease whatever game you’re trying to play.”

“Game? It’s not a game!” she snapped, stomping one foot. She was tired of not getting results tonight.

Draco looked at her childish display and couldn’t help but laugh.

This angered Pansy to the extreme. “Oh!” she exclaimed, giving him a hard slap on the cheek.

Draco felt the sting and was surprised at her boldness. But for some reason he didn’t feel angry in the least. He began laughing outright at her, making her grind her teeth together and scrunch her face.

Her expression sent him over the edge. He fell back against the wall, laughing, holding his stomach.

“You are no gentleman!” she shouted; walking away with her fists clenched, steam practically rising from her head.

An owl flew down the hallway towards Draco as Pansy stormed off, landing at his feet and pushing a rolled scroll towards him. Draco recovered himself and bent down. It was another scroll from Harry!

When he opened it, the paper dissolved into smoke and he watched as the smoke formed words in front of his eyes. The words read:

“No reply? Fuck you!”

Draco‘s head fell back against the wall as he tried to calm his breath. It seemed Harry was quite upset that he didn’t send a reply to his letter this morning. Draco knew it was rude not to, but he didn’t want it to be so easy for Harry. It wasn’t easy for him, so why should it be for Harry?

When Draco turned his head to the side, he noticed his father was standing in the doorway of his study, watching the smoky words hanging in the air. Then his eyes shifted to his son and he said, “Come in, Draco.”

Draco followed his father into the room, sitting down in one of the plush chairs.

“What did you want with the Count?” Draco asked, curiously. “I hope you’re not harassing my guests, Father.”

“Your… guest… has not made his oath to Lord Potter yet,” Lucius answer, shuffling papers around his desk. “But that will be rectified.”

Draco didn’t like how that sounded. Someone who hadn’t made an oath and who was also asking questions regarding Marlston could be quite dangerous.

“What about your duty, Draco?” Lucius said, interrupting his son’s thoughts. “It seems you are becoming a disappointment after I had thought your future quite promising.”

Draco studied his father, insulted. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m speaking of your duty as a Malfoy!” Lucius snapped. “Your idiotic grievance against Lord Potter’s choice of friends may be more costly than you know. As far as you are concerned, the only thing important is that you fill Lady Marlston’s womb with your seed as much as possible. Those offspring will forever tie the blood of Malfoy with Marlston. We’ll be the second most powerful wizarding family of all time.”

Draco’s anger rose quickly to the surface. “So, Father, you are saying that my only purpose in life should be impregnating Lady Marlston?”

“It is the only activity you are well suited for,” Lucius replied. “I tried to turn you into a proper Malfoy, Draco. But you have let sentiment overrule your ambitions. My hopes are now on my grandchildren to raise the status of this family.”

Draco stood, leaning over his father’s desk, his face a mask of contained fury. “If and when we decide to have children, it will not be because we need heirs. We will be a REAL family, Father. We will love them and play with them and teach them that pursuing happiness is more important than pursuing power.”

Lucius sat back in his chair and sighed. “Ah, the sentiment of the young. Someday you may find that the pursuit of power IS what makes one happy.”

“No, Father,” Draco replied. “It’s what makes YOU happy, though if you ever had a happy day in your life, I’d be very surprised.”

“Don’t jeopardize your future, Draco,” Lucius warned. “Go back to Lord Potter and make amends or….”

“Or what?” Draco snapped. “What will you do?” Draco looked at his father, carefully. Then a slow smirk formed on his face. “You can’t do anything, can you? You know why? I’ve got more influence with Harry than you’ll ever have. One word from me and you can lose your high position with him. Who’s got the power, now, Father?”

Draco grinned in satisfaction that he had bested Lucius. He stood and left the room, heading back to his guests.

Lucius smiled at his son’s retreating back. “There is hope for you yet, my son,” he whispered to himself.

Lucius turned his face towards the draperies. “I tried, my Lord,” he said, standing and bowing as Lord Potter stepped out of the shadows. “He is very stubborn.”

“Those guests he has here tonight, Lucius, do I need to worry?”

“No, my Lord, he’s very devoted to you and Lady Marlston. And they wouldn’t dare risk your wrath by making advances,” Lucius explained. “My Lord, I hope you didn’t believe those things I said to him. I was only trying to make him angry as you asked me to.”

Harry turned towards the window, watching Draco return to his guests. “But our plan didn’t work, did it? He’s not angry enough to return to Marlston.”

“Narcissa believes he is waiting for the ball, my Lord.”

“The ball?” Harry sighed. That was two weeks away. How could Draco stand this separation? Harry barely could.

“My Lord, if I may make a suggestion…” Lucius said, carefully.

“What is it?” Harry asked, still gazing out the window.

“I may be wrong, but I believe my son favors… a display of power.”

Harry grinned as he watched Draco. He knew well how much it turned Draco on when he became forceful and commanding. “Go on.”

“Perhaps it is what he needs from you, my Lord,” Lucius suggested. “Perhaps you need to force him to come back to you - make him obey. He could be waiting for it.”

Harry turned to face Lucius, considering his words. “This is different than the past. He’s upset with me. Forcing him would make him more upset.”

“Or… it could show him just how much you want him,” Lucius added.

Harry turned his head, looking at Draco once more. “I’ll think about it.”

“My Lord, regarding Count Barannov, should I retrieve him for you now?”

“No, I don’t want anyone else to know I’ve been here. Let him come to the Ball as you have scheduled.”

OOOOOOO

The guests had been arriving by carriage since late afternoon; all of Marlston’s usual protocols had been set aside. The guests first made their way to Belinda’s new inn, rebuilt after the final battle by the generosity of Lady Marlston. There they would show their invitation to her and await the next available carriage.

Strangers in town made all the villagers nervous, even though it did increase the profits of their businesses. They worried over Lady Marlston’s lax rules when she threw her parties.

Hermione ordered Those-That-Dwell-Below to stay below and not bother any guests with their antics. Bugger had spent the morning putting up magical detours that would steer guests away from the Hall of Portraits and other areas of concern. Still, he fretted and worried about having strangers in the house.

Harry was in his bedroom, fumbling with the tie on his dress robes. He hated dressing up, preferring a much more casual look. Dressing up was Draco’s forte. Harry lacked the sense of style that the hot blond wizard had. But he also knew Draco would enjoy seeing him this way.

“Curses!” Harry swore, undoing the tie for the fourth time. “Bugger!”

Bugger Apparated into the room. “Yes, Master.”

“Tie this damn thing for me!” Harry snapped, frustrated.

“Yes, Master.” Bugger snapped his fingers and the tie made a perfect bow.

Hermione walked into the room, taking Harry’s breath away. She was absolutely beautiful in a silvery, shimmering gown, her hair woven in a lovely way atop her head with ringlets cascading down.

“Wow,” he mouthed as she smiled and turned for him.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

“Like it? You look like an angel,” Harry replied. “I’m almost afraid to touch you.”

“Now that would be a shame,” she teased, stepping over and putting her arms around his neck. She kissed him soundly before stepping back and taking a look at him. “You look so good.” She glanced at his face and giggled. “Except for the lipstick!”

Harry turned his head towards the looking glass. Her lipstick had come off onto his mouth and it looked as if he had licked red frosting off of a cake. Harry laughed and waved his hand, removing the red from his face. Then he waved his hand again, removing the rest of her lipstick as well.

“Harry!” she complained, laughingly. “I was all ready for the ball!”

“I’m sure it will set you back an hour to have to put more lipstick on,” he laughed, wrapping his hands about her waist and pulling her to him.

“Mmmmm… you smell good,” Hermione said, her nose next to his collar.

“You like it?” Harry asked. “I created it myself.”

“Really? What’s in it? It makes me want to… mmmmm…. devour you,” she purred.

“That’s the whole point,” Harry whispered, kissing along her jaw to her lips.

Her hands slipped up his chest, rubbing his crisp white dress shirt up and down. “Draco’s going to go wild when he smells it.”

“You think so?” Harry said, his cock getting excited. Tonight was the night they’d all be together again and he could barely wait.

Hermione fell to her knees, parting his robes and unfastening his trousers, her other hand rubbing his hardness through the fabric. “He’s going to want to do this…” she whispered, setting his cock free and enveloping it in her warm mouth. “Mmmmmm…” she moaned against his flesh.

Harry almost put his hands in her hair until he remembered how much time she spent getting it ready for the ball. He placed them on her shoulders instead, thrusting gently into her mouth as her skilled little tongue and lips worked their magic.

“Gods!” he moaned. “Hermione…”

Hermione groaned too, feeling herself becoming wet with need.

Harry had no idea his cologne would have this much of an effect. He hoped it worked on Draco tonight as well. “We’re going to fuck him tonight, my love,” Harry groaned, thrusting faster into her mouth at the thought of it.

“Mmmmm…” Hermione moaned louder. She pulled back and fell onto the floor, kicking up her gown and exposing her lacy knickers and the sexy garters holding up her lacy stockings. Her hips gyrated as she said, “Harry, I need you inside me. Please!”

Harry didn’t need to be asked twice as he knelt between her legs and pulled her knickers down. She was sopping wet as he tested her with one pass of his hand. Grinning wickedly, he said, “You’re going to have him here, inside you. He’s going to be back with us.”

“Yes!” Hermione gasped as Harry lay between her legs, entering her with his long, hard cock in one swift motion. “We’ll have him back tonight, Harry.”

Harry began thrusting into her harder, finally happy that this night had come. Draco would re-enter Marlston and their lives. They planned to never let him go again.

OOOOO

The Malfoys had arrived at Marlston Manor, minus their son.

“Draco said he’d be here shortly,” Narcissa explained. “He said he had some sort of errand to attend to first.”

Hermione was disappointed, but she took comfort in the fact that he would be there sooner or later.

The guests were still arriving and the ones already there were gathering in groups around the food tables, talking and exclaiming over the house. Hermione took Narcissa upstairs with her to help Ginny prepare.

When they walked into Ginny’s dressing room, they were stunned to see how beautiful Ginny looked in her pale green satin gown, her red locks laced with flowers and sparkles of gold.

“Ginny, you look absolutely stunning!” Hermione exclaimed. “You’ll drive all the wizards wild.”

“Do you think so?” Ginny asked, nervously. She had never been the center of so much attention before and it was causing all sorts of butterflies in her stomach.

“You do look quite lovely, my dear,” Narcissa said. “It’s a pity…”

Hermione looked at Narcissa sharply. “What’s a pity?”

“I was going to say,” Narcissa continued, “it’s a pity she has no dowry. A beautiful witch like her would be much sought after if she did.”

“She does have a dowry,” Hermione stated.

Both Narcissa and Ginny looked at her in surprise.

“Hermione…” Ginny began.

“Ginny,” Hermione interrupted. “Say no more. It’s my birthday gift to you. You will have a sizable dowry.”

Ginny’s mouth fell open. “But you already gave me this ball for my gift.”

“Then I’m giving you another gift,” Hermione smiled.

Narcissa looked at Ginny with new eyes. “I see that you are in good hands. I will leave you two alone for now.” Narcissa bowed slightly to Hermione and hurried towards the door.

When they were alone, Ginny said, “She’s going to tell everyone down there that I now have a dowry! Every gold digger will be after me tonight. How could you do this to me, Hermione?”

“You don’t need to worry…” Hermione began.

“What! Hermione, I wanted to marry someone who truly loves me for me, not for what I have. How I’m I supposed to tell if a bloke is sincerely in love with me or with my money?”

Hermione sighed. “Ginny, I just wanted your options to be wider. Wizards that might not have been allowed to take an interest in you will now get the green light. No one says you have to marry one that doesn’t truly love you. Besides, if you fall in love and you want to be sure of how he feels about you – then take him to Harry. He can tell immediately if someone is lying. We won’t let anyone marry you that doesn’t love you.”

Ginny looked in the mirror, frowning. “And what if no one ever loves me for me?”

Hermione came up behind her. “Then at least you’ll be rich for the rest of your life.”

Ginny couldn’t help but laugh.

“Ginny, the way you look tonight, dozens of wizards will be falling over each other to get close to you. One of them just might be… THE one.”

OOOOOO


A/N Coming up next: the ball in full swing and some surprises…

I love the idea of having all the characters together in one place where I can play with them all.

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