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Be careful what you wish for	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 38839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 11
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter francise does not belong to me. I own only the plotof which I make no money.

Chapter List
- 19
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- 21
Title: Be careful what you wish for

Pairing: HarryxDraco, growing HarryxBlaise and mentions of past HarryxGinny and past DracoxBlaise, RonxHermione

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: 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?

A/N: For Mya Malfoy I hope you like this chapter as much as the last.

Chapter 20

Harry woke in his bed at Baskerville Hall with two warm bodies press4ed tight to him. He moaned.

A familiar pair of lips pressed to his neck and two different pairs of hands caressed his chest; one the colour of chocolate and the other, the colour of milk. Both were familiar and precious…

While Blaise didn’t have the same place in his heart as Draco did; Harry was sure that it was only a matter of time before he did.

“Morning.” Draco whispered in his ear.

“Indeed,” Blaise said, his accent still thick like a slice of cake with inch high frosting.

That accent sent a rush of lust of his groin; Harry flailed a bit in his attempt to hold them both close.

“Yes mio tresoro?” Blaise whispered.

Two erections were pressed into his hipbones.

“More.” Harry gasped.

“More what tresoro?”

“Something…anything…”

“Frotting?” Draco asked Blaise over Harry’s chest.

“Si caro. I believe our Harry would enjoy it.”

“How should we do this?” Draco smirked.

“You are the strongest out of the three of us. We should lay with tresoro between us, caro.”

Draco licked his lips, “So you will be frotting against his cock and I get his arse?”

A shiver of mostly thrill and one part fear went through Harry.

“No need to fear Harry, you know I won’t force you. We will only take you as far as you are willing to go and no farther. Blaise can’t force you, his magic won’t let him.”

“Of course not,” Blaise kissed Harry’s neck, “This is about his pleasure after all.”

Draco rolled over on his back and placed Harry on top of him.

Harry stiffened at the feeling of a cock pressed to his arse.

Soothing gentle hands caressed his sides and kissed the back of his neck.

‘Draco…’ Harry thought to himself

Blaise straddled him, kissing Harry softly as he slowly rocked against him.

Harry groaned, thrusting up against Blaise and then back against Draco. His arms latching out and coiling around Blaise’s neck like a pair of snakes, pulling him close. ‘Fuck!”

The combined sensations of being surrounded by warmth, drowning in pleasure and the sheer amount of desire his lovers inspired in him wrung his most powerful orgasm yet out of him.

Harry screamed some vague jumble of their names as he flew, soared and fell all at once.

He felt not long after that the splash and spatter of cum over his own cock, his stomach, his arse and up his back.

The feel and smell burned into his mind and he felt claimed, connected and home…

“I loathe to breathe the mood but you two are starting to get heavy.” Draco’s words teased the nape of Harry’s neck as must as his breath did.

Blaise chuckled, moving off and pulling Harry up to capture his lips again. “Perhaps, it is time to show you how else we can care for you.”

Harry’s eyes were a dark forest green rather than emerald, his pupils blow wide with lust and he gasped in partially sated desire, yet he hungered still, “What would that be?” his voice dropping into a hiss of Parseltongue unintentionally.

Draco groaned, “Oh fuck! Don’t talk like that.”

Blaise swallowed, “When Draco and everyone mentioned you were a Parselmouth in Second Year I didn’t realise it could be erotic.”

Harry blinked in confusion, “Huh?”

“Merlin I love your cluelessness.” Blaise said licking his lips, “However I do hope you restrict your speaking Parseltongue to the bedroom tresoro. I may not be able to control myself.”

Harry tried to recoil from Blaise.

Blaise sighed, “I would never force you. I couldn’t. It would be the equivalent of ripping my own heart out.”

Harry let out a sigh of relief, “I am sorry I misunderstood. “

“What he meant, I believe, is that he would most likely snog you senseless and try to Apparate you home.”

Harry blushed, “Oh. I never know when I speak it. Usually I need a snake or at least something very life-like that resembles one. Opening the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets was difficult because there was only a small etching of a snake.”

“Chamber of Secrets? I want to see it someday.” Draco whispered awed.

Harry sighed, “It would be imposing if there wasn’t a carcass of a rotting basilisk there.”

“Basilisk? Of course, that would be such a Slytherin choice to guard the fabled Chamber.” Draco was awed, “A Basilisk is like a dragon. Every part of it is magical: the venom, fangs, skin, blood and bones.”

Harry rolled his eyes, “I get it. I’ll take you down there sometime. You potion masters are all the same. I watched Slughorn go squirrelly over an acromantula.“

“An…Acromantula? Where did he find one?” Draco gasped.

“It was the creature that Hagrid got kicked out of Hogwarts for. He was falsely accused of Opening the Chamber. Apparently, his fascination with potentially dangerous creatures started that young.” Harry shrugged.

Draco rubbed the scar on his arm from ‘mad’ Hippogriff their Third Year, “I remember.”

Harry rolled his eyes, “That was your fault and you know it.”

“We were too immature to be around creatures like that.” Draco grumbled.

Blaise sighed, “That was five years ago.”

Draco looked down at the drying semen on their bodies with distaste, “About that shower…”

Harry blushed scurrying into the en suite bathroom.

A house elf must have been paying attention because the shower had filled the room with steam when they entered.

Harry stepped into the shower, it felt like rain but it steamed. He closed his eyes sighing in bliss.

A boy pressed behind him, arms circling his chest and kisses were pressed to his neck.

Harry groaned.

A second body joined them, sandwiching Harry between them. Then hands slick with cleansing potions ran over his body washing, teasing and exploring.

The attention made Harry shiver.

One set of hands caressed and fondled his arse,, before spreasing his arse cheeks and washing that intimate area.

Harry bit his lip to restrain a whimper, he remembered how much pleasure he had gotten from Draco’s tongue there.

Attention was paid to his nipples, then his prick, sliding back his foreskin, a teasing thumb slide over his tip washing it. He stiffened when a gentle hands played with his bollocks.

“You like this?” Draco whispered in his ear.

Harry swallowed, not trusting himself to speak.

“I’m glad tresoro. Caro and I enjoy caring for you.”

XoooooX

Once they had cleaned every inch of Harry’s body, Blaise went to wash himself.

Leaving a very happy Draco to gently wash Harry’s hair: first with a cleansing potion for hair and then with a conditioning one to strengthen his hair.

When Harry sagged, Draco held him upright with an arm.

Blaise finished and held out his arms.

Reluctantly, Draco handed over their lover.

Blaise helped a very clean; slightly water wrinkled and very relaxed Harry from the shower to the bedroom.

The bed they’d shared was now made up with clean sheets and perfect enough to pass an inspection from Narcissa.

Perhaps it was made by a Malfoy elf, Blaise mused.

After casting a drying charm on Harry, Blaise set him on the bed.

Harry yawned.

“No sleeping tresoro. We still have to head to the shop.” Blaise reminded him.

Harry groaned, “Not fair.”

“Didn’t you want to talk to Longbottom?” Blaise reminded him as he called Amry.

Amry showed up, “Master Blaise? How might Amry serve?”

“Dragon hide boots, silk stockings, a black linen suit and an Egyptian cotton shirt.”

“Yes Master Blaise.”

Blaise frowned in thought, “You are still a Goyle elf are you not?”

Amry nodded, “yes, Amry is.”

Blaise turned to Harry, “Would you like to send a message to Greg about a new trial?

Harry blushed and then grinned, “Yes of course. Please take a message to Goyale. Tell him Harry Potter will push for a new trial. I will argue that he should be released into his sister’s custody. Provided that they present themselves at Blaise’s Yorkshire residence within the week.”

Amry nodded, “Amry go as soon as Amry bring Master Blaise’s clothes.”

Blaise smirked, “That will do Amry.”

The Goyle elf nodded and disappeared with a pop.

Blaise handed clean pressed clothes to Harry.

Draco finally emerged from the bathroom wearing his monogrammed robe.

A Malfoy elf appeared with a carefully pressed outfit over their arm and bowed.

“Thank you Dippy.” Draco said taking the outfit after checking it would suit.

The elf’s eyes glowed, “Anything for Master Draco.”

Harry was thoughtfully, “A quill, parchment and ink.”

The little elf nodded “Yes Master Harry sir.”

Harry dressed smoothing his clothes. It was still a thrill to have clothes that not only fit but flattered him.

Dippy returned.

Harry wrote:

Kingsley,

I have to speak with Auror Trainee Neville Longbottom and I request a meeting sometime this weekend at your connivance. I would appreciate your assistance in this matter/

Sincerely,

Harry Potter

35^th Lord Potter

49^th Lord Black

43^rd Lord Prince

Regent of the Lestrange, Crouch, Peverell and Malfoy estates’

Then he scribbled off a note for Neville to be included with Kingsley’s.

‘Neville,

It is extremely important that you meet me at George’s shop. Do not bring Ron. I will explain everything.

Harry’

Lastly he scribbled a note to Luna.

‘Luna,

Please meet me at George’s joke shop. I am not sure if you can guess my need but I must speak with you.

Harry’

Harry then folded them and conjured wax, pressing his seal in them. He summoned an elf, “Please take these directly to Minister Shacklebolt and Luna Lovegood.”

The elf nodded and disappeared with a pop.

“What was that about?” Draco asked adjusting his workrobes.

Harry smirked, “Political stratagem. They are important to me and they hold titles so I expect you to be nice to them. Besides, I are considering making them Teddy’s godparents.”

Blaise nodded, “Of course. Breakfast before we leave?”

Harry licked his lips, “Now that you mention it, I am hungry.”

His lovers laughed.

Draco bent to kiss his hair, while Blaise kissed his cheek.

Together they made their way to the small dining room.

Andromeda and Teddy were already there.

Andromeda was sipping her tea and Teddy was sucking away at his morning bottle of milk.

They filled their plates with food and elves appeared with their customary morning drinks.

“What are your plans for today Harry?” Andromeda asked over the brim of her teacup.

“I thought we’d visit the shop and see what we could do to help.” Harry shrugged.

“Perhaps, I should come and see what space Fred has set aside for this school idea of his.” She said thoughtfully.

Blaise was pensive, “I am curious to see what property he bought.”

“That is curious. I know they were successful but to be able to buy property in the was is surprising. I would be interested to find out what they own. I wonder if Granger has any idea what sort of man is pursuing her.” Draco said between polite bites of toast.

Harry chuckled, “She knew what he was like in school but not the man that the war moulded him into. Likewise, he wasn’t there to see what sort of experiences forged Hermione into the woman she is.”

Draco winced, “Like the incidents at Malfoy Manor?”

Harry frowned, “Yes, that.”

Blaise blinked, “What happened there?”

“Aunt Bella tortured Granger there with the Cruciatus curse.” Draco shrugged.

Andromeda winced, “She always was fond of that particular Unforgivable.”

They turned to their meal with a will, in an effort to ignore the mood that threatened to overtake them.

XoooooX

Hermione woke with a start, the smell of food turning her stomach. With a hand covering her mouth, she stumbled across the hall to the bathroom.

As she retched, Hermione became away of a presence behind her. A gentle hand rubbed her back, while holding her bangs back.

“It’s alright. You’ll be fine. I’ll take care of you.”

Hermione broke into a sob, “I can’t do this. I’m too young.”

“Hush. You are the strongest woman I know. You can do this Hermione. I will be with you every step of the way.”

A whispered charm scrubbed her mouth and she was turned around slowly and gently.

Lips brushed her forehead and her closed eyes, “You aren’t alone. Here this should help.”

A potions vial was held to her lips.

Hermione drank it slowly.

Fred helped her up, “Come on. I have ginger tea. Mum drank it when she was pregnant with Ginny. She said it helped some. I made ginger pancakes, scrambled eggs and toast.”

Hermione smiled, “I’ll try to eat.”

“Don’t stuff yourself and make yourself ill. It can’t be healthy for either of you.” Fred cautioned.

Hermione laughed, “You just want more for yourself.”

Fred frowned, “What? No! I just want you to be healthy. I want to ask Andromeda to be your birth healer. She is supposed to be one of the best.”

Hermione blushed.

Fred had a set of potions set beside her plate and brought over a cup of tea. “Here.”

Hermione accepted it and sipped at it, noting that it did somewhat seem to settle her stomach. “It helps.”

Fred grinned, “I’m glad.”

The table was covered with platters of eggs, pancakes, toast and dishes of fresh fruit.

They ate breakfast companionably, with Fred giving her worried looks when she picked at her food and wide grins when she ate eagerly.

Fred tapped the teapot with his wand casting a refill charm before levitating a tray with the teapot and her cup to the office.

“I did try to make some sense of it yesterday.” he said scratching. “It was a mess. Then Percy and Oliver showed up and distracted me.”

Hermione smiled, “I’ll make some sense of it somehow. It can’t be harder then trying to make sense of Madam Pince’s organization at Hogwarts.”

Fred nodded, “It took me some time to figure it out as well. I leaned more from eh library then I did from the professors.”

Hermione grinned, “I learned for much from the library but the professors were some what helpful.”

“This is a matter of opinion.” Fred shrugged. “If I learned more from them I might have stuck around Umbridge or no Umbridge.”

Hermione shivered, “That creepy woman.”

“She’s got no control over us anymore. No more then any other majorly controlling person.” Fred said gently touching her shoulder, “I remember Ron muttering something before the battle.”

“What would that be?” Hermione flushed.

“He grumbled about Bellatrix and cursed all Malfoys.”

Hermione shook, hugging herself tightly, “Why would be care if he never wanted me?”

“What happened Angel?”

Hermione whispered, “It hurt so much…”

Arms wrapped around her. “Hush, I shouldn’t have brought it up.” Lips brushed her temple, “I’m always here for you, even if it’s just to listen.”

“Alright. Just go away so I can figure this place out and what it needed?” Hermione said sharply.

Fred bowed and left her to her work.

XoooooX

George woke alone…in an unfamiliar place. He wanted to find Seamus. This was the place his dream was set. It felt like home…more like home then the shop or the burrow.

George slipped out of his room at Marcheness; he was wearing sleeping trousers despite his preference for sleeping naked. He whispered, “Point me Seamus.”

His wand twitched and tugged him along.

George followed his wand’s guidance; he paused at the door for a heartbeat or two before he knocked with a shaking hand.

It took another pair of heartbeats before the door opened.

George swallowed.

Seamus was younger then the man in his dream but he was still sleep tousled and gorgeous in the same ways.

“Yes George?”

“I was lonely,” George said quietly, “I missed you.”

Seamus pulled him close, kissing him.

George wrapped his arms around Seamus’ neck, letting the younger Gryffindor kiss him.

Seamus pulled him into the bedroom kissing him as he pinned him to the door.

George moaned, “Seamus…”

“Mmm…”

George pressed himself to Seamus.

Their clothed cocked touched.

They began to wildly rub together, kissing and touching each other wildly.

Seamus was gentle but insistently domineering.

George was still partially pinned and it made him so eager.

George came with a cry.

Seamus kissed him again and groaned.

George closed his eyes, lying back against the door gasping.

“That was unexpected but welcome.”

George sighed, “I was lonely and I missed you…”

“We should showed and eat. We have to get to the shop still.”

George gave a weak, embarrassed laugh, “Shouldn’t I say that? I’m the boss.” He chewed on his lip nervously, “Can I sleep here tonight?”

Seamus kissed him and teasing smacked his arse, “I’d like that.”

George realized he was still pinned to the back of the door. “Uh Seamus?”

Seamus turned as red as George’s hair, he backed up, “I’ll…see you at breakfast.”

XoooooX

Fred headed down to the shop, unlocking the shop’s front door but leaving the closed sign up.

Using magic to scrub the windows, transforming the charred boards into new ones.

Bill arrived first, “Thought I’d give you a hand.”

Fred grinned, “You brought Fleur.” He snapped his fingered thanks to a flash of brilliance, “I have the perfect job for you.”

Bill chuckled, “Now what would that be?”

“Investment manager. I own all or shares to a lot of businesses around here.”

“Which ones? You weren’t exactly specific at dinner.”

“Fortescue’s, Potage’s, Mulpepper’s, Jimmy Kindle’s wands and Scribbulus. I owe the first two outright and about half of the others.”

Bill was gobsmacked, “You own Fortescue’s?”

Fred shrugged, “I bought him out and kept him on as a figure head. He fell into debt and was close to losing his family business. Diagon wouldn’t be Diagon without Fortescue’s. If none of his family comes forward I’ll let someone else manage it. He sold me the recipes as well as the location so I can let someone learn how to make them.” He smirked, “I still want Zonko’s though.”

“I can handle that for you.” Bill chuckled, “I have somewhat free rein when I finish whatever I’m told.”

Fred was thoughtful, “I think they are in debt. I heard a rumour about it but with the Death Eaters raid here I didn’t get a chance to approach them. Tell them I’ll buy them out. I’ll pay their debts so they can have clean history and a negotiable sum for themselves. I want that location.”

“I will talk to them for you then.” Bill smirked.

“And moi?” Fleur asked.

“Yes, something not too taxing…perhaps you can look through the building I want to build the school in. between you and Andromeda you can decide what changes are needed. I am sure that wizard space would be needed. It isn’t as large as I would like it but the location should stay close. Parents won’t want their children to be too far from them so close to the end of the war. It we open it to Pre-Hogwarts students right away we will need more teachers and space.”

“True, we must see what we ‘ave and what we need.” Fleur agreed.

Bill kissed her cheek, “I will visit the owners of Zonko’s. After retrieving that information from goblins. They hate repossessing property bought on loans because the Ministry makes a big stink. It is easier to have it bought and retitled to another. Zonko’s has been late in their payments and the goblins are furious. They prefer to send their human employees to discuss mortgages and investments. Severe debts warrant their attention. Any mistakes involving money loss is subject to immediate termination of employment and fines if not prison time.”

Fleur nodded, “I was informed of zat when I was ‘ired there.”

Bill left to deal with Fred’s interest in procuring Zonko’s.

Fred led Fleur to the premises next door. It used to be home to a publishing company that went under by funding too many non-sale books.

They coughed because it was extremely dusty.

Without inhabitants it had no custodial staff whether elf or human.

The two compared educational experiences.

Fred’s pre-Hogwarts education comprised of what he learned from his older brother’s textbooks. Fleur had been tutored, his father had made a lot of money in business and they had hired the best for their daughter.

Since neither had actually attended a Wizarding primary school that was a drawback.

They would have to talk to their former schoolmates to get information about their experiences. Fred made a note to ask Andromeda to visit some of the existing ones- industrial espionage he believed it was called according to Muggles. He’d learned most of his business practices by escaping the burrow and buying books on business at the local bookstores in Ottery St. Catchpole.

As a Ministry Employee his dad had some Muggle money granted to him each month in case a case had him in the Muggle world and he needed to pay for some things. Arthur was so intrigued by Muggles that his son buying Muggle books was a curiosity that must be indulged. He had let his dad read them but business wasn’t his dad’s forte.

XoooooX

Charlie still wasn’t used to the fact that he was sharing his place.

He made good money as a Dragon keeper, it helped that when hide was shed that they cast lots whether it would belong to the reserve or a keeper. When he cast dice for it it always fell to the keepers and more often then not he won it. Besides sending some for his brothers- Bill had a pair of Dragon hide boots and a tooth he’d pulled that he wore as an earring. The twins had the hide made into suits and as for Percy they hadn’t really been close so he never sent him anything. He’d sent Oliver a dragon hide that his old teammate had turned into a pair of fine keepers gloves. Apparently, they were his own design and a reputable company bought it off of him

Charlie had an early shift this week; they started at nine and worked to about seven usually. It was about seven and he wasn’t sleeping much longer of that he was certain.

The first thing he’d had to learn It was the healing and treatment classes that Viktor had to complete still. He had enough knowledge to be trusted for hands on work with a senior dragon keeper.

One was supposed to spend a set amount of time as a trainee where they attended medic classes. Then as one accumulated knowledge they gained more access to the dragons.

It wasn’t uncommon for one to come and spend six months in their training and gain a basic handle on the knowledge before transferring to another medic training school.

After he finished his training he had enough to move out of the training dorms and rent his own apartment. Now he had a small house in the village that had grown up around the Preserve. It was Dragomir’s brilliant idea that Viktor should stay with him since he didn’t need to live in the dorm.

When one lived on one’s own either you overspent by eating out all the time or you learned by necessity to cook for one’s self.

Charlie had spent a month eating out and then was extremely short at the end of the month. So he learned to cook and eat it even if it wasn’t particularly tasty. He had owled mum for recipes and learned how to make them. While his mother’s maniac controlling nature he didn’t like, he enjoyed her cooking. His wasn’t great but it wasn’t horrid either.

He made strong coffee for the both of them and his usual English fry up with toast, eggs, sausage and fruit.

Viktor stumbled in half-blind with sleep and collapsed into a chair.

Charlie chuckled and set a large cup of coffee in front of him.

The younger man was not coherent until his second cup of coffees and at least half of his breakfast.

They ate quietly while Viktor slowly began to wake up as the coffee and food gave him energy and started his brain working.

“How ever did you manage to fly professional and finish school when you are so not a morning person.”

Viktor glared, “It was difficult but I attended practices after classes and was allowed to miss a few without monetary fines. The Vratsa Vultures bent over backwards for me. When I flew for Bulgaria it was after the usual session and classes were out for the summer.”

Charlie whistled, “I had four offers from professional teams after graduation but I jumped at this. I always adored dragons and they fascinated me. Being accepted here was a dream of a lifetime.”

Viktor chuckled, “I know exactly what you mean.”

Charlie washed the dishes with magic after then finished and they went to do some hands on training for Viktor with the nesting dams.

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?

A/N: Sorry it took so long had to actually type it after hand writing it. Yes I actually hand wrote most of this. My hand hurts...

Anyone wanted to be added to an update list let me know. I'll see it I can remember to send off an alert.

Jan - I love Fred lives stories. If only to save Hermione from Ron lol. I wish she [JKR] had saved him. If she had to kill off a Weasley why not Ron or Percy? Or even Charlie? Not Fred...

Vannie -Thanks. Here it is.

Bre95 - Yes pregnant Harry and George will be adorable. Where did you get the idea that Charlie would be the carrier?

picabone99 - glad you like the pairings. Thanks for the encouragement. The problem with Ginny's pregnancy is that because it wasn't rape getting permission to use the sire detection spell will be difficult. They will have to wait until they birth most likely. As for Fred he wrote himself back in lol. With Viktor paired with Charlie, Fred was just about the only one for Hermione. Merlin knows he needs a manager and someone to rein him in.

Mya Malfoy - I made you cry? That wasn't intentional but I am glad you enjoyed it. The reunion was different then I first pictured when I realized Fred was coming back. Oh between Harry and the older Weasley brothers Ron will be punished. Fred won't let him get away with hurting Hermione.If he'd realized Ron was toying with her and still seeing Lavender he would have dropped Angelina. Charlie is adorable in his insecurity isn't he? Percy is smart if a bit clueless, he'll come around one way or another.

yngoldfogee - Thanks! glad you liked it.
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