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Little Piece of Heaven	By : InsanityamI Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 6451 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Little Piece of Heaven

�Among those that are MIA is Hermione Granger, close comrade of Harry Potter (Saviour of the Wizarding World ) and fiancée of Ronald Weasley. Sources state that upon the discovery of her wand, and her own blood close by, she was declared �assumed deceased�, devastating all who knew her�
�In other news, Draco Malfoy, son of the late Death Eaters Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, has fled the country, seeking asylum elsewhere. Rumours claim he is now living in Amsterdam�

Disgusted, Harry Potter flung down the paper. He wondered who had told the Prophet about Hermione�s wand. Traitorously he wondered if it had been Ron, then reminded himself not to be so paranoid. He glanced out of the window of his hotel room. Well, the Prophet was wrong about one thing. It wasn�t her blood, granted it was the same blood type, fooling many preliminary spells, but Harry was the only one who had investigated further, not wanting to believe his dearest friend was really gone.
Instinctively, Harry�s hand went to the pendant round his neck, one he had made shortly before the final battle, which would burn if Hermione or Ron were in peril, and glow if they had died. It had burned almost constantly through the battle, but never glowed either red for Ron, or blue for Hermione. His only conclusion was that she had left willingly, but why? Harry turned to the papers in front of him, pictures of Hermione, credit card transactions, possible aliases, portkey travel records, airline records. He didn�t know why she left, but he fully intended to ask her when he found her.
5 years later, Florida, USA

Hermione Malfoy flumped, rather ungracefully, onto her chair, promptly crossing her legs and leaning back, earning a chuckle from her blond husband. Draco Malfoy, now 23 years old, was in his prime, and he knew it. He had grown out his peroxide coloured hair just a touch, his body in peak physical shape from frequent trips to the gym and warmth and happiness in his blue-grey eyes, and all because of the beautiful woman in front of him. Even slouched out on the armchair she appeared elegant, especially in her evening wear. Her long legs that seemed to go on forever, dainty feet in top notch heels, curves that any woman would kill for, luscious breasts (oh yes, even in adulthood, Draco Malfoy was still a breast man) and to top it all off, maturity had seen the taming of her beautiful head of rich mahogany curls, tonight swept up elegantly, and her own eyes sparkling like his own. Tonight was the night of their fifth wedding anniversary, and they had celebrated by going to a sinfully expensive restaurant and dancing afterwards. Hermione loved to dance, and Draco was more then happy to oblige his goddess.
Coming out of his musings he smiled wider at his wife, pulled up a footstool, and lovingly removed her beautiful, but painful, shoes, gently rubbing the balls and heels of her feet. Hermione felt every muscle in her body relax at the sensuous touch, and in turn Draco loved performing this small service for her. He smirked whilst Hermione closed her eyes. That was not to say he wasn�t every little bit the Slytherin still, he knew full and well that by giving her a foot massage he would get laid, and get laid incredibly well. He dropped a kiss to the top of the foot he had been massaging and picked up the other, giving it the same treatment as he mused. It was true that they were blissfully happy, but that happiness had come with a price. Admittedly, neither of their parents had survived the war, and there was no other living relatives, but they still missed their friends. Draco pushed that thought away. Their so called friends would never have accepted their being in love. Ever. That was why they decided to elope, to fake Hermione�s death and just leave. It had obviously worked, seeing as nobody had found them in all this time.
Draco dropped another tender kiss on his wife�s foot, and gradually made his way up, kissing the soft, hairless dress, only now thinking of how amazing Hermione looked in the slinky dress he had bought for her. He reached for the hem of the dress, intending to lift it, and explore, once more, the treasure that lay beneath.

Ring ring, ring ring.

The phone continued it�s incessant beeping. Draco swore softly and moved to get up. Hermione, seeing his reluctant move tugged his hair.
�Leave it.� She whispered, her dark eyes filled with barely concealed lust. Draco felt himself harden, and returned to his feather light caresses on her thighs. Hermione smiled in triumph and leaned back again, relinquishing her grip on Draco�s hair and preparing for the best sex since last night.

You have reached the home of Draco and Hermione Malfoy, we are not in at this moment, though please do leave a message after the beep and we�ll get back to you as soon as we�ve stopped shagging -Draco!! -BEEP An interesting choice of answer machine message, Hermione. I guess the ferret�s been good for you. I�m staying at the Hilton tonight, and was thinking I might drop by tomorrow. It�s been too long, old friend. This is Harry, by the way, in case you haven�t already clocked. And no, Ron�s not with me. And don�t think about taking off, I�ve spent enough time looking for you, you pain in the ass.�

Suffice to say, by this point, all the lust had evaporated from the room, both Malfoy�s could only stare at each other in a state of shock, Draco coming out first.
�I�m thinking I�m not getting any tonight.� Hermione jumped up and walked into the kitchen.

�No shit� she tossed over her shoulder, wondering whether it was unfaithful for her to be the tiniest bit glad that Harry had obviously been looking... Well for her. She put the kettle on and automatically removed two cups from the cabinet. She thought back to the night before the Final Battle, before they knew Voldemort was getting ready to charge the fortress that was Hogwarts. She remembered being curled up in Harry�s side, a position which raised no eyebrows as it was quite common. By then she knew what she was going to do, that she was going to elope with the man she loved. Her only regret was that Harry would be hurt.

�Harry,� She had whispered �Promise me, if I don�t make it through this war you won�t mourn too much for me.� Harry, surprised by this request, looked down into her solemn eyes. �No.� And that was all he said, leaving no room for argument, and begun a conversation with Ron about Quiddich. Hermione held back the tears, knowing that Harry would be hurt if he ever found out the truth. She inhaled Harry�s scent then, of chocolate and spice. Two scents that would always remind her of him.
So absorbed in her memories, Hermione failed to hear the kettle click when it boiled, only returning to the real world when she felt her husband�s strong arms wrap around her. She sighed. Whatever happened next, she knew that with Draco by her side she could handle anything. She turned around, gently kissed him on the lips, and allowed him to take the pins from her hair, wrap her up in her silk nightdress and put her into bed. Instinctively she curled up to him, the wine she had drunk earlier sending her into a deep, dreamless sleep, barely feeling the hands running through her hair.
Draco looked down on his wife, knowing sleep would evade him for some time yet, and worried. For he had never told her exactly what had driven him into her arms in the first place, that he and Harry Potter had once been lovers themselves. He drifted, allowing himself this one guilty moment.
�Harry,� He had whispered, in sixth year as they lay together on the floor of the Astronomy Tower. Harry smiled.

�Yes?� He sleepily replied.

�Nothing. Just Harry.� Both boys smiled happily, each wrapped up in their own bliss, not knowing that not even six months later they would be torn apart.
�No Harry! I refuse.� Harry had stomped his foot in frustration, reminding Draco of a small child.

�I just want you to be safe! Is that too much to ask?� He had screamed back, unconsciously glad that he had put up silencing charms. Draco�s eyes, had taken an unholy light, though his voice was pure ice.

�I refuse to stand on the sidelines Harry. I refuse to stand back and watch people be slaughtered. And incredibly enough, I refuse to be with someone who doesn�t believe I can protect myself.� Harry�s face had coloured almost immediately.

�I - I didn�t mean - what I meant to say-�

�We�re through Potter. Go back to your Weaselette brat� and with that he had walked out of Harry�s life. Not that Harry didn�t try to coerce him back. He sent letter after letter, but never once did he say he was sorry. Sorry for not having faith in him. Each day without him felt like an eternity, until him and Hermione had been paired together for an assignment, and he slowly felt the flimsy barrier around his heart dissipate. Over the next year the two fell madly in love, and for the first time since Harry, he had felt happy.
Returning to the present Draco gently kissed Hermione�s head, quieting her sudden restlessness. And soon after he felt sleep take hold into a dreamless sleep.
Not overly far away, a raven haired man sat at a desk, unable to sleep. Perhaps due to jet - lag, which was always much worse having taken a transatlantic portkey, or perhaps because he was very aware that he was close to seeing Hermione - and consequently Draco - again. He snapped out of his thoughts, and turned his attention back to the papers he was reading. The divorce papers from his second failed marriage. He frowned. Two years ago, he signed almost identical papers when he divorced Ginny Weasley, whom he only married because she insisted she was pregnant with his child, after a drunken one-night stand on the third anniversary of Hermione�s disappearance. Ginny was pregnant, true enough. But paternity tests proved the little girl could not possibly be Harry�s child. That day a little bit of Harry died. He had honestly believed he might finally have the family he craved. After that disaster he chose to steer clear of women and one night stands. Some time later, he and Blaise Zambini were bound, more for companionship then love, which Harry took as the reason why this marriage failed, although Blaise had fallen totally and truly in love with someone else. Harry didn�t begrudge his soon to be ex-husband. In fact he was happy for him, and for the 21 months in which he had lifted Harry�s spirits, and whilst Harry could not honestly say he was beside himself with happiness, he had been content.

Harry finished reading the document, and finding nothing untoward in the paper, signed it and sent it off by owl. All it needed was Blaise�s signature and his marriage would be finished. Harry momentarily felt a small dose of self-pity, and grief for the demise of his union.
Almost identically to five years ago, he glanced out of the hotel window and examined the unfamiliar skyline. In June it was humid in Florida, and Harry found it wuite relaxing, and very obviously different to his home in England. When the war ended he had promised himself to travel more, to explore the world, but between fake pregnancies and searching for a trace of Hermione, plus his job as a Healer this was not meant to be. Although he was able to spend a lovely honeymoon in Italy, at Blaise�s vineyard in Southern Italia. Though to be fair, they had still been in the throes of passion, and had rarely left the bedroom.
Again, as he had done in the past, he looked to the other papers in front of him, specifically the photos of Hermione and Draco, as recent as earlier that night. They looked truly happy, and Harry again felt guilt at spoiling the little piece of Heaven they had created, and could not help but think that perhaps he was wrong to call them. In reality he hadn�t intended on actually speaking to them, or leaving a message, he had just wanted to hear their voices again. His lost lover, the only one who had truly touched his heart, and his best friend, his closest confidante. His eyebrows creased as he wondered whether she had told Draco that she knew about their affair. He doubted it. Perhaps she didn�t even remember that night.
He had been crying silently, about three days after Draco had broken up with him. Hermione had found him, and after mere minutes of careful prodding, Harry had spilled everything, from his and Draco�s very first rough kiss, in the middle of a fight, to the gentle lovemaking, to the bitter end. Harry hysterically told Hermione that he was just worried about Draco fighting, that he didn�t want to lose him, but had apparently lost him anyway, how he didn�t want Draco to go through the pain of facing his father on the battlefield. Hermione didn�t say a word, she just listened and levitated Harry to his bed after he cried himself to sleep. Another week past and Harry caught a look on her face that he had seen often in the past, though on his own masculine features. Love. And when he followed her subtle gaze, his heart smashed into a thousand tiny pieces. From that day on, Harry had looked for more signs, but they were careful not to get caught, and Harry began thinking he had imagined it. In hindsight, he hadn�t been looking overly hard. But then again he hadn�t wanted to know for sure if his best friend had betrayed him.
He put the pictures aside, and looked at the bios the private investigator here in Florida had put together. Apparently, both of them moved all or most their money, slowly, over a number of weeks, into an American account, and when they actually moved they each found particularly high paying jobs, Draco owned a pharmaceutical company, one that Harry recognised as being the current leader in both the Wizarding World and Muggle World Market, and Hermione was the Headmistress of an elite Boarding school for muggleborn children, I.e. the very wealthy and the very talented, as well as having set up several schools, but for much wider ranges, although neither appeared in the spotlight at all. Perhaps in fear that they would be found.
Harry abruptly got up and paced the floor. He could leave. He could leave right now. But at the very thought his heart twinged and tears rose to his eyes. No, he couldn�t leave without saying what needed to be said. He sat on the bed, eventually falling asleep in the early hours of the morning.
Soon after Harry fell asleep, Hermione awoke, followed quickly by Draco. Rapidly they talked. Draco confessing and Hermione admitting that she already knew. They spoke some more and thought of a plan that brought the light back into both their eyes and a smile to both their lips. Maybe, just maybe, they�d get exactly what they�d always dreamed of tonight. They got up and raced to the shower, as though they were adolescents again.
Harry woke at around 8 o�clock, following his alarm clocks incessantly annoying beeping. Grudgingly he got out of bed, washed and dressed, stumbing down to the restaurant for breakfast. His hands fell into his arms and he felt someone stand beside him.

�Just toast, thanks.� he mumbled, assuming it were the waiter. The �waiter� chuckled, a deep sound that struck a chord inside Harry�s chest. His head shot up and instant recognition, regardless of the time between lit in his eyes.
�Rough night Harry?� Hermione asked pleasantly as she sat down next to Harry, a slight American lilt invading her English voice. Draco continued to chuckle as he sat down on Harry�s other side. Both of them were smiling, immedietely putting Harry at ease.
And so they stayed, for hours, talking about the past, the present, the late recriminations about Harry�s divorces, the explanations of how Harry had found them, the photo�s of the wedding, that Hermione had brought to share, not knowing Harry had in fact already seen them, and the scrapbook Draco had brought, blushing with embarrassment as the scrapbook was about Harry, all his achievements and accolades over the last five years, which delighted Harry at some level.
Each person at the table knew they had found something new, exciting, and very special.

Six months later

Dear Blaise
Sorry I haven�t replied to your recent letters, I am well aware I am an arse, thank you very much. And just to let you know, yes I am perfectly serious about moving to America. What can I say? I�ve fallen in love with the people here. It is simply divine - you�d love it. I hope you and Shane are doing well, and congratulations on convincing Lavender to be an egg donor - that�s fantastic news! I just know you�ll be an excellent father.
Maybe one day we�ll see each other at a Hogwarts graduation day, but for now, you can rest assured, so you, nor anyone else, needs to worry about me anymore. Besides, the Weasleys, as you well know, don�t talk to me anymore after I divorced Ginny, and yes I did hear about Ron, I mean Ronnie, and her unfortunate sex changing accident. Her own fault really, he shouldn�t have provoked Luna by cheating on her!
So as I have said, you don�t need to worry anymore Blaise. I am happy. I have found my own little piece of Heaven.
Yours
H x
Blaise smiled as he placed the letter back into the envelope and into his box marked �Harry�. He smiled as he placed the second piece of paper that he had received from a friend in Florida earlier that day, a photo of Harry, Draco and Hermione. Draco, with one hand on Harry�s lower back and lips on his ear, as Harry concentrated on rubbing suncream into Hermione�s shoulders. A picture so clearly depicting three lovers, as the soft swell of Hermione�s belly could testify no doubt. He would look forward to seeing his ex-husband again one day, and hopefully he would be completely at peace.
�What have you got there, caro?� Blaise clipped the lid on the box.

�Just a memory Shane.� He turned around and smiled for an instant, before his lover�s lips met his.

Meanwhile, in Florida

�Hmmm, this is sooo much better with two men. Oh yeah, right there Harry. Ohhhh that�s the spot Draco�Ahhhh� Harry and Draco smirked, as their fingers danced over Hermione�s feet, sending her into complete bliss. Very subtly, in practised synchronisation, the men�s fingers dance up their lover�s legs, spreading them and their lips following. They reached the hem of her skirt and without hestitaion or interruption lifted it. Harry, even after all this time, couldn�t believe that Hermione didn�t wear underwear, though pushed the thought away for now as he felt his cock harden in his trousers. Draco, not waiting for Harry, swiped Hermione�s lower lips with his tongue, making her shudder, and Harry, not wanting to miss his fill dove in, alternating between sucking on the engorged nub and lapping at her juices. For a moment, Draco watched mesmerised by the scene, and released his cock, stroking it languidly. Harry, seeing this, thrust two fingers into Hermione unexpectedly, fucking her with his fingers, and took over stroking Draco�s cock, loving the differences in her hot, wet core, and his hard, thick manhood. Soon both were moaning, and Draco grabbed Harry and kissed him roughly, before pushing hi, so he was laying on the floor, no longer touching them. In less then a minute, Draco was on top of him, hissing a banishment spell on their clothes, and returning to feast on Harry�s mouth. Meanwhile Harry frantically caressed Draco�s shoulders, his chest, his abs, before wrapping his legs round his waist, thrusting their groins together, creating sensations that had them both groaning in delight.
In this moment, Hermione could only watch as the two men she loved explored each other. She smiled and got off the chair and crawled to the men, kissing their necks lovingly. Suddenly Draco flipped Harry onto all fours, Harry pulling Hermione underneath him, and a second later, they were buried within each other, making love this way and every other way until the early hours of the morning.
Their little piece of Heaven.
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