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Be careful what you wish for	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 38839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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Title: Be careful what you wish for

Pairing: one-sided HarryxDraco, mentions of past HarryxGinny and past DracoxBlaise, RonxHermione

Fandom: Harry Potter

Notes: Non-Epilogue compliant post-Battle of Hogwarts fic. What sort of Future does Harry create by fighting for justice for Slytherins after he survives defeating Voldy?

Chapter eleven

Draco and Harry met Blaise on the beach having slipped to their rooms to change into their new swimsuits.

Before they left the villa Draco pulled Harry flush to him and kissed the younger wizard, "Merlin you're gorgeous."

Harry blushed, wiggling to get away, "Me? No I'm not…"

Draco scoffed, "I've got eyes to see Harry and I say you're gorgeous."

Harry walked off muttering about looking without seeing.

Draco filed it away for another time.

They were going to teach Harry how to swim…

Three threadbare towels, that Harry was suspicious had been taken from protesting house elves lay on the beach.

Harry swallowed, he was still not so sure he liked the idea of swimming…

Blaise took Harry's hand and brought it to his lips, "Tesoro…you ready to learn to swim?"

Harry's eyes sought the ground, "No…"

Blaise lifted his chin, "Trust me, tesoro and I shall keep you safe. We aren't even going far. There is an intertidal pool near by, it should come to your chin I think if you stood."

Harry swallowed, "Oh…" it sounded better then actually swimming in the ocean.

Blaise led Harry towards the pool and he jumped in.

The pool was about five feet or so deep, it was at least sixty feet wide. The water seemed a little cooler then the water around the island that looked like it was steaming; they were technically near the centre of a volcano caldera, which was submerged.

Harry looked back to see Blaise's villa built high on the side of what appeared to be on the side of a hill. There was a path cut out that led to the beach in a winding way. The sea was dark deep blue, the beach had white sand and the cliffs that arched up seemed stained with blood. He winced at the thought…

Blaise kissed his hand, "It's alright tesoro. You're safe." He gently pulled on that hand, "Come in, it's safe."

Harry swallowed, "I'm not sure I really…"

Blaise chuckled, "You're scared. It's alright to be scared sometimes. I was the first time I rode a broom. It was awkward. I'm a Veela, we are natural flyers but that's because we can transform into birds. Draco had to bully me before I finally got on a broom. You know we used to be really good friends until the crazy war."

Draco lowered himself into the pool, "Used to be friends? I find that a bit insulting mi serpent. We're a bit more then that, you think I just took you to bed to take you to bed?"

Harry watched Draco slip into the water and emerge, the water streaming down his milk- coloured skin and glittering like diamonds. He felt his prick twitch and harden in his shorts. He remembered the time last night an how they made him come twice.

Blaise's nose twitched smelling Harry's arousal; he followed his mate's line of sight. He saw Draco arching his back and running his hands through that pale blonde hair. Blaise smirked, "Can't blame you, he's pretty hot." He lay on his back, pulling Harry onto his chest, "close your eyes and just breathe. It's like taking a bath."

Harry whimpered and it was not one of pleasure, it was fearful.

Blaise sensed the tension, "Harry tesoro…what's wrong? I would never hurt you." He lay there; Harry's face pressed to his neck and rubbed his back.

Draco was beside them in an instant, "What's wrong?"

Blaise looked into those familiar silver eyes, "I don't know. I was trying to get him to relax. I said it was just like taking a bath then he started shaking and smelling like fear."

Draco brushed the wild black hair out of his closed eyes, "Harry, you're not alone." He looked into Blaise's eyes, those obsidian orbs, 'He not only can't swim, he's afraid of water?' he asked using wandless, nonverbal Legilimency.

Blaise rubbed his back soothing, "If he was this afraid how in Salazar's name did he manage the Second Task?"

Draco winced, "For all my obsessing and always watching him how did I miss it?"

"You were too busy with your anti-Potter campaign and supporting the REAL Hogwarts Champion." Blaise said sternly.

Draco scoffed, "You really think I honestly supported Diggory? He was a Hufflepuff. I had my money on Pucey you knew that."

Blaise snorted, "Of course I ran the House lottery. No one guessed him. Not meaning to speak ill of the dead but his being chosen as the most Hogwarts of Hogwarts student seemed a bit odd. Delacour and Krum were the clearly the best of the best. If you were going by Marks Diggory was average. It you were going by cleverness and the ability to think around the rules it should have been the older Beater Weasley. They turned more out better then I expect, for troublemakers and as keen Beaters as they were, they went into business and it thrived."

Harry coughed nervously, "One third partner. I invested my Triwizard Galleons into Weasley's Wizard Wizards. I don't know what George is going to do without Fred. He's like half a person, as if the better half of him died. It's not true; he was the kinder, more thoughtful of the twins. Fred was the dramatic one, the loud one. I'd hate for the war to get away with destroying their dream. I was tempted to invite him but I wasn't sure he'd come. He looked so lost. I owe them a lot; they gave me something from my father. It was when I needed a connection, I'd just heard about Sirius supposedly betraying my parents to Vold…He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."

"Will you tell us what I did to upset you so bad?" Blaise asked quietly, his Slytherin mind already running through the worst possibilities.

Draco's mind was also considering things he'd ignored out of ignorance and arrogance. It was pathetic, he'd paid so much attention to Harry Potter and he'd missed things. Things like that he was afraid of water and couldn't swim. What else had he missed?

"Nothing…"

A tone that Draco knew from Pansy that meant everything, when you were supposedly betrothed/courting a pureblood witch you had to learn to read between the lines of what they said. He caught Blaise's eye and they nodded.

Blaise kissed his temple, "If you don't want to learn to swim…"

Draco saw Harry's Adam's apple tremble.

"No. I do…I want to learn. It's cowardly to act like this. I'm too old for this." He lifted his head; "You can't take me on the yacht if I can't swim right? You'd have to leave me behind." His bottom lip and voice quivered.

Blaise shook his head slowly, not wanting to frighten Harry into thinking he'd be dislodged. "We're good sailors, even if the waters around Thēra are full of Muggle ships and boats. The wards allow us to pass through them easily, just like they immediately are pulled from one side of the island to the other. Its called the two points spell, it brings two distant points together. When cast as a ward it allows Muggles to not realize that a magical property is there by being instantaneously transported from one side in the blink of an eye. Some Wizarding places have multiple store fronts that use it, so that they have only one main store but have twice or more the customers without having to stock more then one store."

Harry smirked, "So, if WWW had bought Zonko's and we cast that spell on it Hogwarts students would be shopping at our Diagon store until we built up enough stock to properly run the Hogsmeade location." He'd been distracted from his fear of water.

Draco looked at him strangely; the former Gryffindor had put his fear out of his mind.

Blaise also was disconcerted at that change. "Wasn't Transfiguration one of Fred Weasley's few OWLS? He did quit school before taking his NEWTS?"

Harry nodded.

Blaise smirked, "I'm sure that your company could use a keen person at Transfiguration. Since I doubt many people would consider hiring ex-Slytherin at present even if I wasn't a Death Eater."

Harry stared, "I thought you hated us bloodtraitors."

Draco stared at him, "Are you crazy? Even if your father did supposedly betray his bloodline by Bonding to your mother he was never declared a bloodtraitor. I suppose the strength of your mother's magic prevented that. The Potters have never been declared bloodtraitors. They, like the Puceys have always been neutral, they were never Dark Wizards or Light ones either."

"I thought you didn't like the Weasleys…"

Blaise snorted, "I don't like Weaselette. I was not going to announce to Pansy that I was bent. It's not like it's wrong or anything, she would have just spread it in the most unflattering way. Probably accuse me of messing around with Hufflepuffs."

"You're forgetting Teddy is half Hufflepuff."

Blaise winced, "I didn't know and I don't have anything against them really. My family usually attends Beauxbatons, that's where my cousin goes. I'm a first generation Slytherin so I don't really hold to the House politics like some."

Draco scowled, "I said a lot of foolish things when I was younger. For all my childish prattling about blood status and pureblood ways, I did see what an over obsession with magic for purebloods only can do. I wanted to grow up to be a man just like my father; I thought taking the Dark Mark would make me a man. Blaise knows that I was just a scared kid; he was the only one besides you who saw beneath the mask. I couldn't kill him, I had to but I couldn't. I tried the necklace and the poisoned mead but I never meant for Katie to get hurt. I instructed her to not under any circumstances open the package. I may not like Weasel but I didn't want him dead. I'm glad you thought of the bezoar. Slughorn bragged that you must be a genius at potions to have thought of the bezoar when he was too shocked to think of something. What do you expect when they replaced Uncle Sev with a third class Potions Master."

Blaise saw the pained look in his eyes, he knew that Draco had been close to his godfather and that Severus stood by his oath from Draco's Wiccaning. You have to be very careful whom you choose; they have to be powerful and trustworthy. His Aunt betrayed that trust and used her connection to Draco to be able to hurt him.

Harry nodded, "Sirius wasn't the type to betray that trust, he would have died for me. He did let me do dangerous things and encouraged my rule breaking but he couldn't have actually hurt me. I trusted him…but he wasn't really the type I would trust kids with. Like Ron or Fred, I wouldn't trust them really as prospective guardians. Hermione I might…Luna's odd but trustworthy and so is Neville. Ginny is nice and all but she's a bit of a stalker."

Draco's eyes narrowed, "Always was, remember 'his eyes are green like pickled toads' or something like that from second year? That was pathetic and she is the biggest slut in Hogwarts. I swear she seduced Longbottom. I thought he was bent or something until I realized they were sharing the same blanket in the Room of Requirement. I slept in there sometimes under a notice me not charm when I was trying to avoid the Carrows. Sometimes I slipped into the Headmaster's Tower, Uncle Sev let me stay. It made it easier to give me sleeping draughts."

"Let's not talk about the war. It's a depressing topic and we're on vacation from the Aftermath." Blaise said sharply.

"You had a barely legal spell near the Cruciatus that you used to cast nonverbally instead. The body thrashed and they screamed but it wasn't painful." Draco stared at him strangely before he reached out running his hands slowly up and down Harry's arms, covering the back of Harry's hands with his. He was standing behind Blaise's head, "close your eyes and just feel okay? Like yesterday?"

Harry nodded, "Okay."

Draco took Harry's hands and moved them slowly like they were paddling.

"Don't let me fall…" Harry's voice was soft, almost to quiet to hear.

"We promised to teach you how to swim. We'd be terrible wizards who were courting you if we let you be hurt." Blaise said soothingly.

Draco said softly, "Keep moving your hands," using his magic to replicate the pressure of his hands, steadily lessening the pressure.

Harry's strokes became more sure as Draco stopped helping him.

"Now kick, but gently." Blaise said kindly.

Harry did so but it took him time to be able to move his arms and legs in the same rhythm.

"Take a breath and put your face in the water, breathe out slowly. Then lift your head out of the water and take another breath." Blaise said grinning when Harry seemed to get it.

Harry shakily tried to follow the directions but couldn't put his face in the water. He had no idea how he managed to deal with the Second Task. If the Gillyweed hadn't required him to stick his head in the water to breathe he couldn't have done it. He had barely managed to 'swim' to rescue Ron who was never in any danger. It was all a rotten trick. If opening the Golden Egg under the water weren't the only way to understand it, he wouldn't have put his head under the water for anything. Actually he had tried and failed for a bit to do it. It wasn't until he found he couldn't keep his ear in the water long enough to hear the entire message forcing him to face his fear of submerging his head. Could he do it again?

Draco touched Blaise's shoulder using Legilimency to silently communicate with him, 'we should stop. He's frightened. If we push him too hard and too far he'll be frightened of us.'

Blaise responded in kind, 'Understood. Why don't you pick him up?'

Draco nodded, gently tapping Harry's shoulder, "That's enough. Don't force yourself. We'll have another lesson later. We don't expect you to learn in one lesson. It took Blaise three lessons to learn how to fly a broom."

Blaise grumbled, "Sad but true. So it's more then alright if you don't do well the first time. You want to take a break?"

"No!" Harry sharply, "I don't want to quit."

Draco picked up the former Gryffindor, "Not quit silly, take a break. You're upset and making you continue would be forcing you. We don't have to go sailing yet; if we'd realized how uncomfortable you were we wouldn't have been so insistent. We can do something else."

Blaise stood shaking himself a bit, "Yes of course. Maybe go out for dinner? The four of us? Nicos and Rini will be upset but we can do anything we want, it's a holiday."

Harry blinked, "Go out? Where would we go? To the Muggle part of Santorini?"

Blaise shook his head, "Of course not. Why should we? My Island is so much more beautiful and affluent."

Harry stared at him, "Your Island?"

"One of Mother's former husbands' families owned this island for centuries. The Villa was their symbol of power. There is a difference in the fertility of Gea Kameni and the rest of Thēra, the Muggles suffer from a lack of drinkable water, there are parts of Thēra that could be considered deserts. We've managed to cultivate this island despite its nearness to the caldera. Some of the inhabitants here have learned how to live with and in some cases harness the wild and sometimes dangerous magic of the volcano. On this island we make a superb wine."

Blaise bragged a little. "We're extremely self-sufficient, we grow most of our own food by combining magic and dragon dung as fertilizer we managed to make Gea Kameni fertile. The inhabitants rent their homes from me and pay me in meat and produce as well as some profit from the vineyards. They grow more then enough to sustain themselves and what they have extra they sell at the Market on Olympus. The most famous wine shop in the world, the Bacchae sells our wine and it makes good money for the island. We have a private, member-only Wizarding resort that I own a large percentage in, it's called Atlantis, using wizard space we managed to recreate the original kingdom at its prime. It's a rare feat and very beautiful. Rich Wizarding folk from all over to say here, the bathes are famous."

Harry nodded slowly, "I'd…like to see more of the island."

Draco grinned, "It's been a while since any of us had any fun. The war is over and it's up to us to make new lives for ourselves. Are we going out for dinner or lunch?"

Blaise shrugged, "Dinner would be the more romantic option."

Harry smiled, "Let's make it an early one because of Teddy?"

"Very well."

They all dried off with the worn towels before heading back to the villa.

XoooooX

"Who are you and what are you doing at my cousin's place? Last I checked he was into wizards. Unless you're trying to persuade him that that baby was his. I'll tell you that my cousin is a keeper."

Draco and Blaise echanged looks after the torrid of rapid French.

They spoke one word.

"Cassio."

The look they exchanged was less then pleasant.

They reached to take one of Harry's hands each before going to join Andromeda.

"I am here by Blaise's invitation. Why I am here is none of your business. What right have you to treat his guests this vilely?" Andromeda threw back at him in French.

"Come cousin," Blaise chided in Italian, "this is no way to treat my guests. Our mothers would be appalled."

"Why would you have such company? A baby? He screams like a harpy and smells vile like wet dog. Who is this woman his nanny?"

Andromeda was getting angry but was clearly doing her best to restrain herself.

Draco spoke, "Really this behavior of yours is too much Cassio."

"Oh it's you Malfoy. I'm surprised your father let you out of the House. He should have drowned you when you were born so he wouldn't be embarrassed to have such a weakling for a son."

Draco flinched, "My father is dead. I'll thank you not to be throwing his name around. Actually he is a rather sore subject at present. Because of his poor choices my mother is entombed in Azkaban. All she ever did was try to protect me."

"What? Lucius dead? You can't have killed him! You'd loose everything." The unfamiliar part Italian snapped.

"Yes Cassio your godfather is dead. His punishment for being a death eater was to be Kissed." Draco sighed, having never been fond of Blaise's cousin who was his father cousin and despite the Veela being a year younger then him Lucius had often compared them. Especially if he found Draco wanting in comparison…

"What happened?"

"The Dark Lord was defeated. He's dead. We're all free of his shadow but perhaps not the damage he inflicted."

"Who killed him?"

"That's not important Cassio. What are you doing her? You hate this place!"

Cassio glared, "I heard that you had found your mate and that you were courting them. Seriously? I had to find out from House elves. You didn't even bother to inform the family?"

Blaise glared, "Why should I? I'm an adult. On my seventeenth birthday I inherited most of what mother doesn't like. She really needs to stop bonding to rich elderly wizards. She's getting a reputation that's not seemly. They call her the Black Widow…"

"Well if your father hadn't gotten himself killed maybe she wouldn't be mourning him and not caring who she bonded to."

"Cassio you were not invited. Who I'm courting is none of your business. Who my mate is isn't your business."

"Why in Iris' name is Draco Malfoy here? I never understood why out of all the wizards in Hogwarts you choose him to stuff your ass."

"Because I trusted him! He already knew I was Veela. He offered. I was not seeking out anyone and everyone who would sleep with me."

Cassio's eyes hardened, "As if it's my fault that our magic requires sex to fuel it after we're fifteen~"

Blaise snorted, "It's not our fault but that doesn't mean that we have to be perceived as low as a common whore or we're less then circumspect who we take to bed. Now I have guests and I'd appreciate it if we're left to enjoy our holiday. Now leave before I have the wards turn you out."

"You!"

a breeze blew and the fringe on Blaise's second companion moved enough to catch a glimpse of a lightening bolt scar.

"Potter?" Cassio spat, "He's your mate? Have you lost all reason?"

"I owe this young man by liberty. The British Ministry of Magic wanted me imprisoned. I had done nothing to warrant such treatment. They would going to send Draco to Azkaban. He fought for us. We're free because of him. He was the one who helped me escape the country after they reluctantly agreed that I wasn't a Death Eater or a Sympathizer. Draco almost died in the bowels of the Ministry!"

"A worthless coward like that deserved it! He turned his back on his family! He betrayed their ideals and failed in his appointed task!"

"I may not have liked Dumbledore but I didn't want him dead. I'm not a killer."

"If all you're going to do is be insulting by guests you can leave! Don't attempt to visit my island again."

XoooooX

One minute Draco, Blaise and the unfamiliar young man- Cassio were arguing and then Cassio was flung into the water surrounding the island.

Blaise bowed, returning to converse in English. “My apologize mio tesoro. My cousin is a bit of a terror. He was Lucius’ godson and they both milked the relationship to upset Draco. He’s a sympathizer to the Dark Lord’s cause. He was not aware of the Dark Lord’s defeat or the death of Lucius. Nor was he pleased to find either of you here. Cassio has been trying for years to get mother to agree to betroth us. He raged a fit to be seen when he found out she’d betrothed me to Daphne my second year at Hogwarts. He was only a first year at Beauxbatons then. He’s gotten it in his head that we’re meant to be. No offence but it’s a bit like your Weaselette stalker.”

Harry groaned, “Ginny! She gives me such a headache. Insisting on defying me and waiting for me after I told her that we were over.”

Draco choked on a laugh, “Waiting on you? She slept her way through the Army to keep up moral. She actually managed to seduce Neville. I swore blind that Longbottom was bent until I saw them sharing a blanket. She tried to go after Finnigan but he told her that he wouldn’t touch her with a ten-foot broomstick. He told her that he was betrothed and wouldn’t cheat on his fiancé. She was apoplectic with rage. She demanded a name. He told her it was Creevey the one with the camera.”

Harry fell to his knees, “Merlin…I didn’t know. He never said…”

The Slytherins looked at him like he’d gone round the bed.

“What do you mean?” Draco asked worried.

“Colin died! Neville and Oliver brought his body during the cease between the Battles. I went to his funeral. I never knew. Where was Colin? I know Dean was on the run…we though he’d died running from snatchers same as Ted…” Harry was pale with horror. “No…he didn’t because we found in Malfoy Manor with Ollivander and Luna. I thought he had until he stepped through the secret passage from the Hog’s Head. I thought he’d been alright until I read in the Prophet he was gone. It was such a shock. I woke up from my last bout with Voldemort and he was dead. A lot of them were.”

“Seamus mentioned once to Luna that he was at Marcheness. His grandfather was a powerful pureblood in Ireland and since Fergus took the Mark they were exempted from a lot until Finnigan talked Longbottom, Lovegood and Weaselette into restarting Dumbledore’s Army as a terrorist group. He would cause things to explode; he had a connection on the outside that sent not only food but also WWW pranks. He talked Hagrid into the “Support Harry Potter party’ he conjured blood and tied it to his magical signature when he would deface Hogwarts. He was a one-man terrorist. If the Dark Lord hadn’t forbid the killing of students he’d have been killed. He was even told to use a blood quill to write all sorts of things. He refused and was treated to a double-bout of the Cruciatus curse.”

“Was Dennis at Marcheness too?”

Draco shrugged, “I don’t know but considering how close they were I suspect so. There were some nights Finnigan disappeared I suspected he was being Apparated to Marcheness by an elf. He was always back by morning. If Marcheness had a vault like ours it was sealed to anyone but Malfoy Blood but non-Malfoy could be taken into it and hidden. If I were a pureblood or Halfblood with a manor and I was hiding Muggleborns I would have hidden them there. If Finnigan and Thomas were so close why didn’t Thomas hide there as well?”

“Perhaps,” Blaise said quietly, “three were harder to hide. As Finnigan’s fiancé the family would have been duty bound to protect him. If both Creeveys were members of your little group why didn’t Dennis show up to fight? Other Muggleborns did…”

“He would have stayed if Colin told him to. Colin would have said his place was with Seamus. He was a true Gryffindor. He died a hero…” Harry said quietly.

“Why don’t you invite them here? It would do them both good to get out of Britain. The loss of a brother and a fiancé would have caused them both pain.” Blaise offered gently.

Harry blinked at him, “You mean it?”

Blaise grinned at him, “Of course. I wouldn’t joke about something like that…”

“What about George?”

“Weasley? I’ve got nothing against him but I thought you needed space from them?” Blaise asked shocked.

“He’s bereft without Fred and his mum is trying to get him to be Fred. She wants him to Bond to Fred’s fiancée. He’s like half a person, he’s a shadow of the George we went to school with.”

“Invite them. If anyone needs to get away its those three.” Blaise said with a smile. “I did say you would invite whoever you wanted.”

Harry leapt up and kissed him, “Thank you, thank you. You’re too good to me.”

Blaise kissed him back, “I treat you the way you deserve. I could never mistreat my mate. I could never hurt them. I exist to love and cherish them.”

Harry was stunned, “You couldn’t hurt me ever?”

“The very idea of hurting you is as heinous to me as being forced to take the dark mark or cast an Unforgivable. I would sooner die.”

“Maybe someday I’ll believe you…”

Harry walked away whistling Celestina Warbeck as he went to owl his friends about a holiday. Perhaps sending George a portkey would be better. Then his family couldn’t talk him out of it.

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