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Night Flight	By : Massanie Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 77571 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 30
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CHAPTER 11: Concessions

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After Blaise and Draco had secured their wands in holsters at their forearms, the three of them made their way down the several terraces that formed the extensive gardens of Lanai Manor, past patios that snuggled into the earth and the plants as if they had always been there and grown with them, almost blending into the nature. Most often the seating arrangements were wrought of intertwined living plants or carefully hewn into larger boulders; white or fawn or light blue cushions seemed to invite the onlooker for a rest and the little rivulet danced along downwards next to them in a glittering, silver ribbon, splashing serenely and sometimes crossing their path, a quiet companion on their way to the beach.

Harry had no eyes for the beauty around him, though, he was too much aware of the two pairs of eyes that hadn't left his body at all (more like his backside), of that he was sure. He was still hugging himself as he tried to ignore the two Slytherins to the best of his ability - which was a futile endeavour at best - because if he didn't do it, he would have no idea whatsoever about what to do with his arms and hands; and he kept his eyes trained on the narrow but well-kept path of pale stone slabs, because he knew he might stumble and fall otherwise and he really didn't need or want one of his captors to rush to his rescue…
Therefore he was more than relieved when the smooth slabs of the path finally vanished beneath a heavy coat of crystalline sand and the beach unfurled before him like a blanket, encapsulated by a towering rock formation to the left and a short, thinly wooded tongue of land to the right of the small bight that surely didn't measure more than 200 metres in length. The water that greeted them with a merry, faint rumbling of waves that had been caused by the light ocean breeze, was clear and turquoise and seemed to beg them closer as it gently lapped against the almost white sand glistening in the sun. Sand that felt warm and fine-grained under Harry's feet and he curled his toes into it, enjoying the feeling as it moved beneath his feet and between his toes.

He had never been away from the British Islands before and this … this was peaceful and serene and beautiful and exotic and … and as he looked at the bight and the endless sea beyond it he found he really loved that cerulean blue.
Harry was still taking in the breathtaking sight when a shadow rushed into his field of vision. Instinctively his body went into battle mode and he started to recoil from the possible threat and turn towards it while ducking down to present less of a target. He had barely begun to execute the movements when it registered with him that it was only Zabini sprinting past him and towards the water, his feet digging into the sand with each strong step.

Then suddenly the dark skinned Italian jumped, propelled himself into the air and a mass of feathers erupted so quickly from his back that it was impossible to follow or understand the process that caused two gigantic wings to carry him upwards, not much, barely three metres at best. Harry gasped at the sight and took a step back, bumping against another muscled chest.

"Careful!" Malfoy murmured as he steadied Harry with his hands on his upper arm. He was grateful that the other man refrained from a more intimate touch, that he didn't try to lay his arms around his chest and that he let go after but a moment, but Harry felt unable to turn around with the transfixing sight of those enormous copper and bronze and golden wings beating strongly in front of him.
Dear Merlin, they were gorgeous and the way that each feather shifted with each movement, completely in tune with their owner's body was nothing less than amazing. Harry had never even seen his own wings fully, only a part of them the one time in his room - no, the room that Zabini and Malfoy had given him - and then only while they had surrounded him like the cocoon of a silkworm…

He had always thought that flying on a broom was the closest there was to freedom and it was exhilarating to sense the magic-imbued polished wood beneath his body and feeling so close to it that it was as if he were a part of that magical flying tool for the duration of some precious seconds. But seeing Zabini now, completely in harmony with his wings, he knew that this would never even compare to flying on a broom and he might be damned, but he yearned to be able to fly like that even while he yearned to be just a human once more and the battle between those desires tore at him mercilessly.
Longingly he watched the dark skinned Italian soar for some precious moments in the light, salty ocean breeze and then there was a barely perceptible shift in the position of the long feathers and Zabini pulled his appendages close and tipped over into the ocean, some fifty metres away from the shore and with barely a splash at all he vanished into the blue and suddenly, Harry found himself able to breathe again.
"Showoff!" Draco shouted next to him, one hand at his mouth and forming a speaking trumpet, uncaring that his fiancé was still beneath the water surface and therefore unable to hear him. But he grinned as he turned to Harry and shrugged.

"He does that." Was his only explanation, the tenderness in his voice a little bit surprising for the younger Gryffindor. So far the two Slytherins hadn't been very affectionate towards each other in his company, too much of their focus had rested on him and Harry had somehow just assumed that it was the nature of their relationship, that they weren't really in love; after all, everything the Slytherins usually did seemed to serve a specific purpose, didn't it? But hearing the tenderness with which Malfoy spoke of his lover and remembering the way that Zabini had protected the blonde in the hospital without hesitation when Harry had bitten him made him reconsider.

Maybe the two of them aspired to more than a convenience marriage after all.
"Come on, Harry, let's join him now, or he will swim out so far, we won't ever manage to catch up with him until he comes back." Again an almost gentle smile tugged at Malfoy's lips as he turned to walk towards the sea, his lower legs pushing waves of water. "He does that, too."
With a calming breath, Harry swallowed all his objections and followed Malfoy's pale figure into the water. But he couldn't brush off the feeling of being pushed into a corner; vaguely he wondered if he shouldn't have managed to get used to that by now, and yet…

"You know, Malfoy…"
The blonde looked back at him over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow, and the grey eyes flashed disapprovingly.
"Fine," Harry snapped, "Draco then. But you know bribery will get you nowhere with me, right?"

Immediately after the words had left his mouth, Harry regretted having spoken them. He had wanted to keep low and bide his time, had wanted to lull his captors into a false sense of security until the rare and unexpected chance at escape presented itself… but they kept unbalancing him and it was just so easy to fall back into his used patterns where the blonde, his former school enemy, was concerned.

As Malfoy turned around to face him with an almost curious expression while he continued to walk backwards, Harry knew he couldn't back down anymore.
"What bribery?"
Harry huffed. Wasn't that obvious?

"Bringing me here, trying to charm me with all that luxury, from my rooms to the food and this … all this…" Harry waved at the nature around him that looked as perfectly peaceful and gorgeous as any postcard he had seen before. Why else were they trying so hard to enchant him with the grandeur that he could have permanently in his life if he only gave himself.
Infuriatingly, Malfoy regarded him with a genuinely amused expression now, as if he found his naivety endearing. "You think this was bribery?"
"Wasn't it?" Harry countered challengingly, not really understanding when Draco flashed him a brilliant smile, his eyes gleaming. He didn't know that the blonde relished in those moments of what he believed to be inconsequential banter.
"In fact, sweet, it wasn't. Did it ever occur to you that maybe we did nothing but be the hosts to an honoured guest? Nothing we gave you was really that extraordinary."

By now they were far enough in the water that it reached their hips, lapping gently at their skin, pleasantly cool and distracting. Draco idly let his arms move around his body in an implied circle, the tips of his fingers grazing the water surface just barely so, as he watched Harry curiously.
"I'm not your guest, though." The brunet pressed out, and really wasn't that the core of all the disputes between him and the two dominants? That he was indeed their captive and had no choice at all, no matter if it concerned staying at the manor or interacting with them or having them teach him.
The blonde lowered his gaze with a tiny, absent-minded smile. "No, I guess you are not. But since nothing here will be to your detriment, why don't you try to enjoy it?"
Because all of their gifts were not given without an ulterior motive, Harry wanted to snap at him. If not for his unexpected inheritance he wouldn't even be here, hell he would probably not even be on speaking terms with the two Slytherins. And the problem was that he knew just what that ulterior motive was and it was nothing that he felt able to give. It was as if they had presented him with a formal contract where they were to give him whatever luxury they could and in return he was to give himself and he felt as if he would have to, if he accepted their poisonous gifts.
"I can't give you anything in return."

From the way Harry emphasized it, Malfoy couldn't misinterpret the meaning of those words. But the blonde only tilted his head back for a moment, eyes directed into the sky. One again Harry marvelled how pale those eyes were in such an angle, seemingly completely without an iris. It was rather fitting for demon, he guessed. "And I told you time and time again that we don't expect you to. If you just can't accept it as a gift, if you really need to, you may see it as an offer of amends for your not quite voluntary stay."

And then he looked at him as if it was a most gracious offer.
Harry blinked, outraged and stunned at the same time. The bastard didn't even pretend to be sorry at all for robbing Harry of his freedom! "You are such a bloody asshole, Malfoy!"

And with that Harry turned and made his way towards the beach again, angrily splashing through the salty water, hating the fact that it gave him so much resistance as if the ocean itself wanted him to remain.
"Stop Harry!" Malfoy called out behind him, his voice tense, but with a pleading note to it. "Please stop!"
His whole body tense, Harry obliged the Slytherin and looked back to where the blonde still stood, hip deep in the cerulean sea, frowning at Harry in confusion and irritation, one hand ruffling through his normally impeccable hair in obvious frustration. "What did I say now?"
Harry huffed and his mouth tightened to a thin line, more annoyed now that the bastard really didn't seem to know what was bothering him than with the earlier comment. "You just don't get it!"
"What?" The blonde exclaimed, taking a step towards the Gryffindor but stopping immediately when Harry held up a hand warningly, telling him to stop.
"You are such a bloody, insensitive prick!"
Malfoy growled lowly, now clearly irritated himself. "What the hell did I do? I tried everything to reassure you and you just…"
"You don't even care that all this is against my will!"

Harry's shout echoed through the bight like the shockwave of a powerful explosion.

Draco gulped and blinked, too much taken aback to do anything but stare at the seething Gryffindor in front of him, watching the way his fists clenched and unclenched in rapid succession at his side, the way the tendons in his throat became visible as he tensed his jaw and how the green eyes seemed so intent on burning him alive. It was painfully obvious that Harry was about to bolt again, not because of fear or insecurity but because of hot, bitter rancour and rage.

An ice-cold barbwire seemed to curl around and into his intestines at that thought and slowly he became aware of just how much they had screwed up so far.
From the beginning on Severus had been right: Harry felt as if they had bullied him into staying, and he was right of course since he really didn't want to be here and whatever they did, whatever they gave him would not placate him in the least. He had disregarded his godfather's opinion because he had thought that the man was too biased by his hate and now it was costing Blaise and him.
"I would… You should know that if it had been possible at all, Blaise and I would not have brought you here against your will."
"So you keep telling me." It somehow sounded wrong when Harry was sneering. He wanted the forgiving, annoyingly sympathetic man back who even defended his enemies in court and had returned his wand to him, even though he didn't have to do it.
"We wouldn't have!" No, he'd rather courted the Gryffindor properly like any pureblood would have done, he would have taken him on night flights along the coast of England, the pounding sea and thundering waves beneath them while they soared close to the chalk cliffs under the stars, weaving streams of colourful magic into the darkness. He would have showered him with gifts, magical and beautiful and so rich that it would have taken Harry's breath away and made his eyes gleam like emeralds in adoration, he would have protected him and been so forthcoming and gentle, he'd befriended that horrible weasel and the beaver and shown Harry how much he wanted him, wanted this to work and …
Oh, god.
Almost, Draco succumbed to the need of burying his face in his hands and groan in mortification. He was displaying, like a bird showing its brilliantly coloured feathers and even dancing for its chosen. How utterly embarrassing!

Blaise would have to be made aware of that, they would have to watch out for themselves … Draco didn't want to subdue and practically enslave the Gryffindor, but he didn't want to be enslaved either by the force of their instincts, and from what he had just felt mere seconds ago, that was a terrifyingly real possibility.
He managed to recover enough and in time to form at least a coherent sentence, even if he had to look away. "If we would have approached you in England and given you all the space you desire, someone else would have taken you away. And that … that might have been much worse … for you."
"And you expect me to believe that? You are lying, you've always been good in your scheming and…"
That was enough. Harry might have the right to be angry with them, but he had no right to insult him like that. "I am not lying! Do you want me to take verita serum?" He asked challengingly. "I would if that was what it would take for you to believe us."

Draco locked gazes with the brunet, engaging him in a staring contest and he felt oddly reminded of the times they had faced each other in the corridors of Hogwarts. He found he didn't like the analogy. "I would. Just say the word!"
Harry's mouth fell open in surprise and he stared at Draco apprehensively, shaken, as if a major detail of his world picture had just proven to be nothing more than a well-cast illusion. And Draco took hope the longer the silence spread between them. It made him believe that Harry was well aware of what a concession the Slytherin was making: the truth serum would not only give him the possibility to draw every single secret from his former enemy, it would leave him almost mindless and helpless before him.
The Gryffindor looked away, unable to hold his intense gaze for another second, but at least he didn't seem inclined to run any more.
He wasn't sure how much longer they would have stayed like that; it already felt like half an eternity as it was, when he heard Blaise coming up behind him, the water splashing around him as he walked towards them and already he felt more secure as he leaned towards the shoulder he knew would be there.

Immediately a strong, warm hand gently stroked over his naked lower back. "What happened?"
From the way that Blaise spoke, mildly curious and a little bit impatient, Draco knew that he hadn't heard Harry's earlier shout, probably still diving in the salty wetness. He turned his head slightly to cast a quick glance at his dark skinned fiancé out of the corner of his eye, flashing him a warning of sorts before he answered as calmly as he could. "I asked Harry if he wanted to question us with verita serum."
They had talked about that briefly last night and agreed that they would only use the truth serum as a last resort, because there were certain dangers to it and none of them would be comfortable to leave themselves so vulnerable and open to the Gryffindor. And even now all of Draco's instincts screamed at him to pull back the offer.

That he was using it nonetheless would tell Blaise more efficiently just what the situation had deteriorated to than any other explanation ever could. Sure enough, Draco felt his lover's chest stop moving and his hand froze against his skin for a moment before it resumed to rub slowly over his back as if the Italian had needed to remind his body forcefully to continue working.

But he stayed silent next to him, seemingly unaffected as he waited for the submissive to answer.
It didn't take long before Harry raised his head and Draco idly thought that if he had still had those gorgeous green feathers, they would have risen with it to adorn the black shock of hair with an emerald crown and make the Gryffindor appear taller than he actually was. He had found that endlessly endearing.

"I want Hermione or Ron to tell me that." He said with a coldly calculative expression on his delicate face. "I will believe them."
Draco worried his lower lip and glanced over at his fiancé, since it was Blaise's home.

But they should have known that Harry would ask for that at one point or the other, after all there was probably no one Harry trusted more; Draco doubted that even Harry's now former girlfriend Ginevra Weasley shared such a deep bond with the Saviour of the Wizarding World as Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

It was a logical demand, too: by now, Granger would have acquired all the information she could possibly get and aside from giving Harry the pure facts, he would trust her and Weasley to consider the dangers very carefully, balance reasons and then advice him to the best of their knowledge and belief. Something he didn't trust Draco and Blaise to do at the moment.

But if they let him speak with his friends, the consequences were not assessable at all. Maybe they were reasonable enough and warned him to stay at the manor but maybe they would aim for the opposite and Granger would manage to find a way for Harry to escape and convince him to do so.
In any case the fact remained that if they didn't find a way for such a conversation to occur, the submissive would turn away from them for sure. Because this was also a test for Draco and Blaise and if they didn't pass it, their chances with the young Vykélari were forfeited.
There really was no choice at all and so Blaise simply nodded as if there had never been a question whether or not Harry would be able to contact his friends. "Okay."
"Okay?" Harry repeated, more than a little bit surprised and wary at the easy victory. He really hadn't expected them to relent, not that fast, not without a fight.
"Yes, of course." Blaise smiled indulgently and laid his arm around Draco's shoulder, squeezing shortly to reassure the blonde that he knew what he was doing. "I will arrange for a meeting. Let us say the day after tomorrow?"
Warily Harry nodded and Draco and Blaise could see from the resolve in his expression that he would only believe them when he actually saw Ron and Hermione in front of him. That was fine, as long as he gave them that chance.
"Good" Blaise continued completely unperturbed. He merely grasped Draco's hand and pulled him backwards while he fixed Harry with a playful glance in a vague attempt of saving the mood "Now, do you want to come swimming?"

Although Harry had again been tense around them at first, and their conversations awkward at best, the rest of the day had done them much good and in the end it had even been rather enjoyable .
They had swum out rather far, even leaving the bight itself and Draco had casted a rather useful charm on Harry's eyes that erected an invisible barrier in front of them to keep the salt water away and reminded Harry of swim goggles, just without the bothering pressure sores and with a much larger field of vision. Another bubble soon encompassed his nose and mouth; it would always be filled with fresh air, as Draco assured him, and would enable him to breathe underwater. It was also less confusing than a complete bubble-head charm since it wouldn't distort the view underwater due to the moving and irregular surface of the bubble.
They had dived a few metres down to a rock formation at the ground of the sea that was overgrown with colourful corals and sponges and it was as if everywhere Harry looked he saw something moving: sea snails in the oddest shapes, jelly fishes that Blaise made him avoid, and a wide variety of other fishes that Harry had never seen before.

Most of them the Slytherins insisted he not touch, not that he would have.
In the silence and tranquillity of the scenery it had been easy for Harry to momentarily forget about his dispute with the two Slytherins, especially when he saw how happy and serene and comfortable Blaise looked while he waved for Harry or Draco to look at something he found particularly beautiful or interesting. Draco would then always smile so affectionately and indulgently before swimming over to join his fiancé that it made something in Harry's stomach contract painfully and he would probably have felt as if he was intruding on them, had they not always turned to him with an expression as if asking him why he was taking so long to join them as well.
When they had finally returned to the beach, Harry had felt rather exhausted from swimming for so long and he was glad when he felt the sand under his dripping feet again. But he had decidedly rejected the concerned offers for support when he had dragged himself towards the three sun loungers that the house elves had brought and gratefully sank down on the fluffy towel that covered one of those on the side.
They spent the rest of the afternoon and most of the evening down at the beach, being served iced tea and later a bake of rice pudding and peaches by the house elves.

It didn't take long until Harry dozed off and he never knew how he got back to his rooms that evening.

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Thank you for reading!

And I'm sorry to say that it might take a little bit until the next chapter once again (I dearly hope not more than two weeks). My exams are rather close now, so please be indulgent…
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