Silver Anniversary

(AN: Here it is my lovelies. The last chapter of Lust in a Storm. I hope that you have enjoyed my first story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. I don't own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does, the lucky lady. Now that this story is done, I will be focusing more on Hermione Granger &... and so far, I have four more chapters of that written. And as always, please read, review and enjoy!)

Hermione lent against the balcony, looking down over her party guests. Her husbands were downstairs mingling with their guests while Hermione remained upstairs with Raven, seeing as her daughter-in-law was currently six months pregnant with her and Scorpius' second child. Scorpius was over the moon, and Harry and Draco were rather excited as well. Her other children were around. Ara, at 22, was now married to Benjamin Nott, Pansy and Theo's oldest son, Lyra was currently engaged to be married in August to Liam Pucey and Spencer Flint. She had taken after her parents in that she had fallen in love with two men. Draco hadn't been too happy, neither had Harry, but Hermione had slapped them both upside the head and told them to back off.

Talia and James had graduated from Hogwarts two years before and while James had gone off to join Puddlemore United as the youngest seeker to ever be recruited by the team, Talia had gone on to complete two Double Masteries, one in Potions and Herbology and the other in Charms and Ancient Runes. Hermione was extremely proud of the only Potter daughter. And little Leo had just turned seventeen and would be graduating from Hogwarts at the end of the year. It had been thirty years since Hermione, Harry and Draco had started their relationship, and tonight they were celebrating their 25th wedding anniversary.

"Nanna!" a voice squealed.

Hermione turned around to find her two year old grandson, Ares, looking up at her with a cheeky grin on his cherubic face.

"What can I do for you lovey?" Hermione asked, kneeling down next to her grandson.

"Can we has cake? Uncle Leo says we can has some cake now." Ares said.

Hermione laughed and pinched her grandson's chubby cheek.

"We will be having cake in a little bit my little man. Why don't you go and ask Mummy if you can have a snack if you are hungry, and then Lolly can get you something from the kitchens." Hermione said.

Ares' violet eyes lit up with excitement at the thought of food. Hermione chuckled as she stood back up and watched her grandson run over to his Mummy.

"I never get tired of seeing you bend over." Harry said from behind her.

She turned and gave him a slow once over before sending him a saucy smirk.

"You'll take any chance you can get to stare at my ass Harry, and so will Draco." Hermione said.

"You stare at us just as much Hermione." Harry said, pulling her into his arms and kissing her passionately.

She kissed him back just as passionately. They only pulled apart when Scorpius squawked at them to keep the snogging and other hanky-panky in their bedroom. Hermione just rolled her eyes at her oldest child's squeamishness to his parents' PDA's.

Scorpius took Raven and Ares downstairs to eat their dinner. Hermione turned back to Harry with a smile.

"I've got you something lovey." Harry said.

"Harry, you and Draco have been spoiling me all day." Hermione said.

"I had this specially made for you my sweet. It is in your private sitting room. Come with me and I'll show you." Harry said.

Harry took Hermione's hand and led her down out of the upper room of the ballroom and down the hall to Hermione's private sitting room. When they entered the room, Draco was already there. There was a sheet over a square object on the wall. Harry went to the wall and pulled the sheet down. Hermione immediately felt her body grow tight with want at the sight of the object on the wall. It was a magical painting, of her, Draco, and Harry. She was sitting on a chaise lounge, wearing an open silk robe that had fallen off her shoulders to rest at her elbows. Her legs were spread, with one leg up on the chaise and Harry kneeling naked between them. Her back was arched as Harry made love to her cunt with his mouth. She was naked under the robe. Draco was sitting, naked, next to her on the lounge and the two were snogging each other senseless, with Draco cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. As the three in the picture moved about, Hermione watched with rapt attention.

"We had this painted a while ago. But we wanted to save it for a special occasion. And like all magical paintings, the three in the painting can leave and interact with the other paintings around the Manor. And the three in the painting can fuck in any position they want since the three of them were painted naked. Earlier the three of them were going at it on the chaise and Harry and I had a little bit of a romp while we watched the three of them fuck. Even painted you are sexy as all hell." Draco said.

"We should probably get back down to the party. And later, I can give you two another gift." Hermione said.

"But we were hoping we could have a little romp of our own right now." Harry said.

"Trust me love, it will definitely be worth the wait." Hermione said before she turned and sauntered out of the room, leaving her two randy husbands behind.

Later that night Harry and Draco were lounging on their bed, waiting for their wife. The bathroom door opened and she sauntered out, wearing a silver lace negligee. As she walked towards them, they caught a peek of the matching lace knickers. She climbed into the bed and crawled towards them. They both watched as she slinked across the silk bedsheets like a jungle cat. She stopped between them and sat back on her knees before opening her nightie. The two men let their eyes rove over their wife's still tight and beautiful body. They may have been closer to fifty than forty, but they had the bodies of people half their ages due to the magic in their blood, and even after having six kids, Hermione's body still looked fucking fantastic.

"So do you like the nightie? I thought the silver was a nice touch, but this isn't your gift. Your gift is a month-long vacation on a private island in the Bahamas. No children, no parents, no work, just you two and me, sans clothing on a nice sunny beach where I can spread my legs for you and keep them open all month long." Hermione said.

"That sounds like fucking heaven baby, when do we leave?" Harry asked.

"In two days. So, you two should start packing tomorrow. But for now, I want both of you in my cunt, filling me with your cum." Hermione said.

Draco pulled Hermione into his lap and Harry situated himself behind her and the three got to enjoying their anniversary in the style they were accustomed to.

Hermione stretched languidly. They were two weeks into their island vacation, and she was enjoying it immensely. At the moment she was laying in their bed on the veranda. The two men were down in the kitchen making breakfast while Hermione was enjoying watching the sun come up. It was still early morning, but the sun was making its way up over the horizon, turning the tropical sky a kaleidoscope of colors. They had spent all night making love under the stars, and had yet to fall asleep. But once they had breakfast, Hermione was going to talk her two randy husbands into taking a bloody nap. She was exhausted.

When they had gotten two the island two weeks before, they had spent the first few days christening each piece of furniture, the walls, and the floor, of each room of the villa on their private island. Then they had made love on a blanket on the beach, and had even used Gillyweed to have sex in the cool fresh water of the lagoon on the island. That had been an intense experience, especially since they hadn't had to pull their mouths away from each other's to breathe thanks to the Gillyweed.

The night before, the three had started their night on the beach, feeding each other from a picnic basket and sipping on expensive champagne. Hermione had watched the two men make love on the blanket, before they took turns making love to her as the sun had set. They had moved their amorous activities to their bedroom where they had spent the rest of the night making love under the stars, thanks to the fact that their room had no walls or ceiling. It kept the worst of the weather and sun off the lovers, but let them enjoy the cool tropical breeze and the view of the stars at night. It was Hermione's favorite room in the Villa.

Just as Hermione sat up and stretched, Draco and Harry came into the room, stark ass naked and carrying a tray laden with food. The trio ate a hearty breakfast before they settled down for a long nap in their comfy bed.

Harry woke up to find Hermione and Draco snogging each other senseless while Draco was sliding himself into her with slow, deep strokes. Their heads were at the foot of the bed, so Harry had a very nice view of Draco's still tight ass. For a man of 46, he had the body and stamina of a man half his age. And Hermione seemed to love that fact very much.

"Oh Draco, you are soooooo good to me baby. You make me feel so good." Hermione moaned.

"What about me?" Harry asked.

The two fucking lovers turned to face him as they continued their activities.

"You make me feel good too Harry. But right now, Draco is the only one fucking me." Hermione panted.

It was now well past noon and the sun was high in the sky. Harry sat up and scooted down the bed until he was kneeling next to Hermione's head. Hermione turned her head and opened her mouth to accept the cock currently tapping her cheek, down her throat. He slid his cock down her waiting throat and moaned as his balls hit her chin. He pulled out and slid back in.

"Shit that's hot. You suck cock so good baby. I love watching you suck Harry's cock. It's so fucking sexy." Draco grunted as he continued to fuck the woman beneath him.

"Gods, even after 30 years together, we still act like a group of randy teenagers. Shit, I don't think I'll ever get tired of this." Harry panted.

Hermione moaned around Harry's cock as she came hard, squeezing Draco's cock hard as she writhed beneath her lovers. Draco followed his wife into bliss and spilling himself inside her waiting body. Harry shot his load down her throat a few moments later.

It was their final night on the island and they would be returning home the next afternoon. The three lovers were relaxing in their bed beneath the stars. The last month had been exhilarating, and refreshing for the trio, but they were ready to go home. They missed their children and grandson.

"Did you enjoy yourself lovey?" Draco asked as he stroked his sleepy wife's back.

"Mmmhmmm. It was very nice." Hermione sighed.

"I enjoyed it as well." Harry said.

"As did I. It was a wonderful idea for us to take this trip." Draco said.

"Yes, it was, now be quiet. 'M tryn' sleep." Hermione slurred.

Draco and Harry chuckled and settled down to sleep.

The three lovers had spent the last thirty years loving each other in every way possible. They had never gone a day without telling one another that they loved each other. Draco and Harry had lit a fire in Hermione thirty years before when they had planned on seducing her in their last year of Hogwarts, but she had turned the tables on them and had shown them that she was the one holding the flames. The two men had been taken for a wild ride and they wouldn't change a second of their lives with Hermione for anything in the world. She had given them six children and still had enough energy to spare in the bedroom. They were sure she could keep going for another thirty years yet before she started to even remotely slow down. They just hoped they could keep up with her.