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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 3
Draco ate, slept and took his potions, remaining mostly uncommunicative.
Harry stepped into the room, "I know you're awake."
Draco didn't move or speak.
"I'm supposed to visit my godson Teddy, your cousin. I'm going to ask for your own protection you don't leave. The house elves will bring you any food, drink, prescribed potions or books. For your own protection, please don't leave this house. Though it doesn't become one of your social standing to lie in bed and pout all day. I expected better from the Prince of Slytherin."
A pillow was thrown in his direction.
Harry chuckled, "I'll be home for dinner. I expect you at the table at seven. I had your wardrobe from the manor emptied; Dippy did any needed repairs on the clothes. You are welcome to a bath."
XoooooX
The door shut, leaving Draco feeling more alone and confused then ever before.
Potter was right, his behavior wasn't becoming of an Eighteen-year-old pureblood wizard who had once been hailed as the Prince of Slytherin and the best Seeker they'd had since Regulus Black. He went into the en suite bathroom to find his usual fare. His monogrammed towels hung properly, his favorite shampoos, conditioners, bath oils, body washes, colognes and shaving creams where in their proper places. It was almost as if he'd walked into his former bathroom at Malfoy Manor.
Draco clenched his fists, why did Potter go to so much trouble?
Hanging on a hook besides the bathroom door was his Emerald green Egyptian cotton bathrobe.
Something had to be wrong with Potter; the boy he'd been rivals with, shouldn't be looking out for him.
Harry was giving him back his self-confidence? Giving him the fine things he'd had before his world came crashing down? Giving his godfather's entire potions lab? Potter took possession of his entire inheritance to keep it from the Ministry? What did that Half-blood want? He had nothing to give the man in return.
Draco took a long bath in hot water with Vanilla scented bath oil, rinsing before giving his hair a proper wash. When he stepped out his pale skin was clean and white as milk, while his hair was the color of white gold. He dried with one of his expensive custom monogrammed Egyptian cotton towels and gave himself a decent shave before putting on his favorite cologne, sandalwood.
He dressed in a green Chinese silk shirt with a silver Italian silk tie that bore a green serpent matched with expensive gray trousers, silk socks and Italian handmade leather shoes. His hair was brushed until it was soft and shone before being tied up with a green satin ribbon.
Waiting patiently was Dippy, one of his family's house elves.
"Master Draco, there be breakfast waiting for you in the dining room. Dippy will show you the way."
Draco took the offered potions and drank them before handing them back. "That will be satisfactory."
He took a look at house he was currently residing in, it was nice though clearly not a manor but it was a large and obviously expensively furnished.
The meal was served on the Black china, the goblet at his place bore the Black family crest and so did the silver. It was as close as he could get to the Manor and all its lavish accoutrements. Harry was reminding him of whom he truly was, giving him back his sense of self. Something he could never have asked for or believed that he deserved. He ate, using his manners and noticing the vintage of the wine. He raised an eyebrow, "Did he raid the wine cellar as well?"
Dippy twisted her hands in her worn tea cozy, "Mister Harry insisted that we make this place as much like home as possible. He had us bring over Potions Master Snape's library of books from the Headmaster's office and Spinner's end. We set up a proper library for you in the room next to yours. Mister Harry is sleeping in Master Sirius' old room."
Draco decided to look into the library that Potter insisted be assembled. He ran his fingers over the worn covers, remembering his godfather reading them. He missed Severus and wished that he'd been spared but knew that he would have no doubt ended up just like his own father.
Pulling out the worn stuffy guides for the Potions Master exams, Draco decided to do what he always wanted to: follow in Uncle Sev's footsteps and become a Potions Master. He didn't have any reason not to…
He was soon absorbed in studying, taking a light lunch and tea in his private library.
XoooooX
Harry arrived after spending all morning and afternoon with his godson. Andromeda was getting old; losing both her daughter, son-in-law and husband within three months of each other had aged her considerable. So did having one sister Kissed and the other sentenced to life in Azkaban.
Harry was interested in taking Teddy in himself as Remus would have wanted but he needed make sure Draco was stable enough for that.
Draco spent all day in bed, barely eating and he didn't even attend to his own grooming so he wasn't sure this was a good place for Teddy to grow up.
Treca greeted him, "Mister Harry, Master Draco is in his library. He's been fed Breakfast, Lunch and tea as per your orders. He took Breakfast in the green Dining Room. He even saw to his own toilet."
Harry was surprised "He bathed?"
Treca nodded, "And dressed for the day but locked himself up in that musty library."
Harry gulped, seeing Draco dressed like his old self, he wasn't sure if he could bear it. He nodded, "How long until dinner?"
"We be serving dinner at seven per Mister Harry's order. Be ready in half an hour."
Harry nodded, "I'll wash up and change before I see Draco." He hurried up to his room to bath and change. He'd bought a new wardrobe that clearly should some influence by Draco because he didn't want to look like a half-starved, abused, Hogwarts drop out when he was petitioning for justice for Snape and the Malfoys. He wanted to look the part of someone who held the Black, Potter and Prince seats. Harry had received Snape's will by owl as soon as he woke after the final battle.
XoooooX
Draco looked up as the door to his library opened.
Harry walked in; he'd dressed for dinner with a crimson linen shirt and a black tie with a red lion on it. He was wearing black silk trousers, black silk socks and black leather shoes.
Draco whistled, "Potter where in the world did you learn to dress like a proper wizard? You looked like a house elf when we were in school."
Harry took a seat in a nearby chair, ruffling his hair nervously, "From you. Now our tastes in colors are different due to our different complexions but I told Madam Malkin to make selections that were proper for someone holding three titles. This is what she came up with.'
Draco's jaw nearly dropped in shock at Potter's reply and his book fell from his long formerly elegant fingers, "You…learned from me how to dress proper?"
Harry flushed, "Yeah. Certainly couldn't learn from a Weasley but I had some help from Fleur."
"From Beauxbatons?" Draco asked curious.
"Yes, Fleur Delacour was Bonded to the eldest Weasley brother."
Harry summoned them wine and poured them each a glass. "I hope you don't mind I've had your room moved here along with things that should have been yours."
Draco raised an eyebrow, "Like my godfather's books, lab and the family wine cellar? I was curious why you would do such a thing."
Harry's hand shook and he set down his wine glass, "Because,"
"Don't tell me its because you owe me a life debt or some such nonsense. We both know that's untrue. You claim it so often I can tell its not to true. You should hate me. You should enjoy the fact that they want to make an example of me."
Harry paled, "I…didn't realize I was that transparent."
Draco scoffed, "You've gone to too much trouble for that to be your entire reasoning. You saved my bloody inheritance; you had my house elves recreate my room and bathroom at the Manor. Tell me what you want from me."
Harry shifted nervously under that piercing gaze, "I want something I can't have. So I gave you your life back as best I could. By the way Pansy Parkinson was imprisoned so the bonding contract between you was voided. You're…" he swallowed, "…capable of making your own choice in Bondmate in the future. Goyle was to be sentenced to Azkaban too, however he disappeared. But they couldn't find any proof that Zabini was a Death Eater. He's in Italy I believe waiting for it to all blow over if that's even possible. I sent him there, I thought he'd be safe, he said he had family in Turino."
"You even made sure Blaise was safe from the Ministry?" what happened to Potter? Had he lost his bloody mind?
Harry shrugged, "His only crime was what? Refusing to think that Ginny was worth his time?" he snorted, "Hardly worth Azkaban."
Draco pinched his nose, "I still don't get it. Why?"
"I know what it's like to be told you can't do anything right. I know what it's like to be beaten and starved while locked in a small dark space." Harry twisted his hands; "I just want to help you rise above that. I can't claim I have all the answers on how to do that but I hoped you wouldn't want to be sentenced to Azkaban. You don't have to ask for help, I don't think you'd want to be seen as that weak. We both need to see Mind Healers but what is discussed between you and the Healer is private. I promise not to make them tell me anything other then if you are recovering at all but not for details of your sessions. I want to get better because I have a godson who needs me. Teddy is all that is really left of your family, he's more your family then mine. I'm making him heir to the House of Black but I hoped you could be part of his life. I don't know much about manners and decorum and you know loads more about magic then I ever will."
"You want me to tutor Professor Lupin's kid? You'd trust me?"
Harry nodded, "I trust you. Do I lock you in your room at night? Have I gone through Severus' library or lab removing anything? I'm only holding onto your wand until I believe you're strong enough to need it."
"You're planning on giving me back my wand?" Draco stared at him.
"Slytherins are loyal too, I trust you won't try to kill me. Besides, what's a wizard without a wand? I don't need it, I have two of my own; my Holly wand and the Elder wand."
A house elf popped into the library, "Dinner is being served in the Green Dining Room Mister Harry. There is a Ronald Weasley and a Hermione Granger here for you. I thought it best to put them in the Blue Parlour."
Draco nodded. "I'll go to the Dining Room."
"Oh no you won't. You're coming with me to the Blue Parlour." Harry said quickly, "I'm going to talk to Hermione and Ron. You're going to be there to. I want your trust and I can't have it if there are secrets between us."
Draco followed him, shocked into silence.
XoooooX
Ron paced, "What in Merlin's name is he thinking! Bringing Malfoy here? Malfoy should be tossed in Azkaban and the key forgotten. I've told him that Malfoy was scum from day one."
Hermione sighed, "Oh Ron. You know Harry, he's probably doing this from his sense of justice."
Harry walked into the Blue Parlour, "It's more then that. I owe Draco for almost killing him with that spell. He was important to Snape who was a bloody Hero and that infernal Ministry and their idiotic Wizengamot is refusing to recognize him. His mother saved my life in the Forbidden Forest. I didn't pull him out of the fire in the Room of Requirement for him to be punished for crimes he didn't commit. Voldemort and his mad aunt tortured him!" he snapped, "They starved him. The Ministry didn't even get him medical treatment, let him clean himself or feed him properly. He was half-dead when I removed him from the Ministry cells. He didn't kill anyone. He was forced to take the mark. He was threatened. I won't have him punished for the sins of others."
Ron wheeled back at the verbal defense of Draco Malfoy. "What the hell are you going on about? This is that poncy ferret Malfoy!"
Draco stiffened, some things hadn't changed thank Merlin.
Hermione grabbed Ron's hand and pulled him into the settee beside her, "You know how stubborn Harry is. You won't change his mind. I still don't get how he can handle living under the same roof as Malfoy."
"He didn't tell Bellatrix it was me when we were imprisoned at the Manor. He knew it was. I saw it in his eyes. That's why I saved him from the fire. Damn it 'Mione. I saved his life then because he lied to Bellatrix."
"Why now? Why didn't you just leave him be? Ginny's been waiting for you to come to Burrow. We haven't seen you since Fred's Funeral."
"I went to Colin's. I went to Remus and Tonks'. I went to Severus'; I forced those bastards at the Ministry to bury Severus as a Headmaster. He deserved no less, I know how hard he tried to protect his students. He knew they were hiding out in the Room of Requirement and never told. He was trying to get Draco to join the D.A. He wanted him safe, he knew that he would be in danger. Severus wanted him to be away from the battle. He never tried to kill me, he could have. He wouldn't even properly duel his fellow teachers. He could have killed us. He insisted that Draco return to classes. He knew it would look bad if he didn't. Severus helped him recover as best he could from his torture. Severus made me his heir! He wanted his things to go to Draco, he knew that I would ensure Draco was safe, I would give him his potions lab and library."
Hermione had never seen Harry this passionate about something, she gaped, "Harry…you don't like him do you?"
Ron snarled, "Harry couldn't like a spoiled, arrogant, better then everyone pureblood princeling. He's going to marry Ginny."
Harry crossed his arms, "So what if I did? It's not like he'd like me back." His face was scarlet, as he snapped, "I never said I wanted to marry her. She kissed me at Bill's wedding. I broke up with her. I told her that I couldn't be in a relationship because she'd become a target. I respect her too much. She said she'd wait for me and I told her not too. I didn't expect to survive my battle with Voldemort. I didn't fight that battle so I could be with her. I've always been a bit uncomfortable dating my best mate's little sister. Besides, it was about as short-lived and foolish a romance as my idiotic attempt at a relationship with Cho. She would never have forgiven me for living when Cedric didn't. I don't know a thing about girls. I never was sexually interested in either of them. The snogging was one thing but I couldn't see myself in a permanent relationship with either of them."
Draco was shocked; Harry Potter had done all this because he was attracted to him? Salazar's beard he had to sit down and collapsed gracefully in an armchair. "You like me? Potter are you mad? I'm a Death Eater and you're the bloody Chosen One. You're the Hero of Gryffindor and I'm the Prince of Slytherin. Hell we can't even be in the same vicinity without fighting."
Harry said dryly, "I didn't know having a pillow blindly thrown at me this morning constituted as fighting. We haven't fought at all and I don't wish to."
"He'd hex you sooner then thank you. I hope you haven't given him a wand." Ron glared.
Harry shrugged, "When I return his wand is between me and Draco. I've already given my word that I would. He doesn't need it yet, because he's still recovering. I have house elves that will bring him anything I okayed. He has unrestricted access to the library I had installed for him and the potions lab when he's given permission to brew by Poppy."
"You're out of your head." Ron stormed to his feet, "I don't even know you. Contact me when you come to your senses and send Malfoy back to where be belongs; Azkaban. You took possession of his vaults, the Manor and his house elves?"
"No," Harry corrected, "I took everything the Malfoys owned, their properties, their stocks, their Wizengamot and Governor's seats. I have four votes in both. I'm responsible for Draco and I'm not letting him go until he's on his feet. He's here to recover and decide his future. I'll give him all the help I can. I'm not choosing Draco over you Ron. You're always welcome here."
"Ha!" Ron stormed out of the Parlour.
Hermione sighed, "You know Ron and his temper. He'll calm down eventually."
Harry shrugged, "He will or he won't. It's up to him."

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?
A/N: I know I said that Goyle was sent to Azkaban previously but he was only sentenced. He is not in Azkaban, he was tried in absentia.
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