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Flight of the Phoenix	By : Phantomhive Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 92997 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Flight of the Phoenix
This story is based on characters and situations owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copy write or trademark infringement is intended.
Chapter 9
The next day Lucius Malfoy arrived. He was the spitting image of Draco. Well…Draco was the spitting image of Lucius. They both where tall, of the same body type with platinum blond hair and pointy aristocratic features. Indeed the only difference Harry could see in the two was their eyes. Whereas the elder Malfoy had a piercing blue gaze, Draco had eyes of molten silver.
“Hello, Mr. Malfoy.” Harry’s voice was stiff, both nervous and unsure on how to greet the man now that he’d switched sides, though most of the tension and embarrassment Harry was feeling was due to the night before when both Dudley and Draco had buggered him into unconsciousness.
“Mr. Potter.” There is a short silence between the two that is only broken when Dudley’s large form comes bumbling down the stairs. “Ah, Mr. Dursley. My son has told me much about you…”
Dudley made some sort of grunt of acknowledgment before holding his hand out in greeting. When Lucius takes a firm grip of his hand Dudley speaks in his gruff voice which was contrasted greatly by the Head of Malfoy’s purring tones. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Malfoy.”
The handshake lasts a good two seconds before the two blonds break apart.
“Would you like some tea and perhaps a scone or…something before leaving, Mr. Malfoy? The kitchen is just down the hall there and it won’t take me much time to prepare you guys something before you go.”
“Lead the way then, Mr. Potter.”
Harry jerks his head in a short nod before shakily walking to the kitchen. The raven-haired boy-who-lived wasn’t quite sure if his walk was due to his nerves that being around his once enemy Mr. Malfoy was causing or if it was because of the thorough fucking he’d been subjected to the night before. On further thought Harry decides that it’s probably a bit of both since just the thought of what happened last night and his current predicament with a trio of blonds has the gangly teenager tripping over his own feet.
Feeling his cheeks flushing with embarrassment Harry clears his throat softly before reaching out a hand to push the swinging kitchen door open.
“Oh. Hello Professor.”
“Potter.” Harry’s name is all but growled out of Snape’s thin lips before Lucius walks in the room behind him, followed by Dudley and then Draco. “I was not expecting to see you today, Lucius.”
Harry is surprised to hear a deep chuckle coming from the Lucius, the boy’s green eyes opened wide as the image of Lucius being an Ice King was forever shattered due to the warmth of that sound.
“You look and sound as though you’ve just sucked on a lemon, Severus.”
“I would enjoy a lemon more than being subjected to some peoples’ presence...”
Harry brow furrows, and his green-eyed gaze is fastened on Snape’s from under a dark fringe of his hair though really Harry wasn’t sure if the comment was directed at him or Mr. Malfoy.
“Is that Earl Grey I smell?”
“Yes. And I’ve only made enough for two so back off you harpy.”
Harry catches a flash of platinum blond out of the corner of his eyes before Mr. Malfoy stalks closer, dangerously closer to Severus Snape. Glancing furtively towards the door in hope of…something, Harry fleetingly catches a look of curiosity on Dudley’s face and gleeful pleasure on Draco’s before Harry hastily turns emerald eyes back to the quickly unfolding scene.
Mr. Malfoy has Snape’s back pressed against a counter, the thin man glaring daggers at the fellow Death Eater before he growls out a word of warning. “Lucius…”
“Oh do not play coy now just because we have an audience, Severus. It has never stopped you before.”
“You…!” Whatever Snape was about to say in retaliation was cut off as a deep growl sounds off from behind Harry. Turning his gaze sharply to the door Harry is expecting to see Remus due to the low rumbling that, up until that moment Harry would only say a werewolf could make. But it wasn’t Remus standing in the doorway but Hagrid.
“What is this Sev’rus?”
Harry could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, and swallowing convulsively Harry’s green gaze flickers around with much haste before, sighing softly, the boy-who-lived feels the reassuring presence of both Draco and Dudley as the two blonds encircle him. Harry can feel how tense both boys are against him and indeed the platinum blond has his wand out and already charged on Hagrid.
“What are you doing? It’s Hagrid.” Harry says softly, his heart pounding fast and his hair still standing on end as the tension in the room seems to grow thicker by the second.
Draco doesn’t answer, and Harry isn’t sure if the blond would have or not because in that moment Mr. Malfoy speaks. “Is this why you made enough tea for two, dear Severus? Is he another lover of yours?”
Though Lucius was speaking to Severus the man’s gaze was trained on Hagrid, the piercing blue eyes dancing in laughter at the amusement he was foreseeing getting out of Hagrid the oaf.
“Lucius,” Snape hisses, the man’s dark gaze also trained on Hagrid’s brown eyes before turning back to Lucius’ long enough to send a scathing glare his way. Pressing his lips into a thin line of displeasure Severus unobtrusively tries to ease his way out of Lucius’ hold, but indeed his movements seem to spur the blond in action as the elder Malfoy quickly wraps his arms around Severus’ slender body, the man’s chin pressing into Severus’ right shoulder. Both Severus and Lucius were about the same height and indeed Severus knew that if he had been shorter, or if Lucius had been taller, that the blond would have placed his pointy chin atop Severus’ head as the aristocrat was more than fond of doing that to Narcissa.
“Rubeus, Mr. Malfoy was just about to take his leave with the boys, apparently they’re going to Diagon Alley to procure a few things I’m sure.”
Hagrid doesn’t respond, the man’s face appears carved in stone, the only sign of his anger the fire burning in the man’s brown gaze and the large fists clenched at his side. Shifting nervously Severus tries to make as little movement as possible, not wanting to spur Rubeus into action, knowing that this would all be over soon once the giant heard logic if only Lucius would realize the current situation the two of them were in.
“Mr. Malfoy, release me.” Severus’ voice is stiff, the man hoping that Lucius would take the hint but trying to make light of the situation by lessening the familiarity between the two by calling Lucius Mr. Malfoy seemed to backfire when, in the next instance, Lucius slowly lets his hands travel down Severus’ chest, the man’s voice dropping into a soft purr that could be heard within the tension filled silence of the room.
“Why so formal, Severus? Perhaps I should remind you of our…intimacy.”

The pale blond had barely finished speaking before Hagrid was on the two. With one large hand the giant rips Severus’ out of Lucius’ hold, tossing the brunette to the floor like a rag doll before, turning his burning gaze back to Lucius, the giant’s large hands are wrapped around the pale throat.
In the next instant Draco is shooting off spell after spell, and, blinking away shock, Harry joins in. Yet, each spell, no matter how powerful or, in Draco’s case, how dark, did nothing more than bounce off of Hagrid. Harry can see Mr. Malfoy’s face starting to turn red, the man’s pale fingers gripping at Hagrid’s hold before, abruptly, Mr. Malfoy is released.
Harry’s wand is still raised, his arm stiff from shock though Draco had rushed over to his Father’s side. “I’ll kill you.” Though Harry is sure the words were meant to be growled out they come out as a breathless groan as Lucius stares up at Hagrid from the kitchen floor.
Slowly turning his head in Mr. Malfoy’s direction Harry can see Hagrid take a threatening step forward before, staring in shock, Harry watches as Snape quickly sits on his knees. Snape’s hair is in wild disarray and his left cheek already red from his rough tumble with the floor. Yet, shocking of all, was the fact that Harry’s stoic Professor, the most feared man in all of Hogwarts, had his slender arms wrapped around Hagrid’s large thigh. Severu’s right cheek, the bruise free one, was slowly brushing back and forth across the top of Hagrid’s leg, the man dangerously close to Hagrid’s crotch.
“Please…Rubeus. Lucious Mr. Malfoy was just joking. It was all in jest.” Hagrid’s gaze moves away Lucious Malfoy to meet the Severus’ onyx orbs. The giant remains silent however and, nervously, Severus swallows before hesitantly speaking once more. “I…I made your tea.”
Even to his own ears the words sounded lame, and closing his eyes on a wince Severus is forced to bite his lip for fear of more idiotic comments. It is thus that, when Severus’ feels a rough hand taking a tight grip of his hair that the man’s dark eyes fly open, a sharp gasp of shock filling the room before Hagrid pushes Severus’ pale face in Lucius’ direction.
“Tell Mr. Malfoy that he wont be laying a hand on that here which is mine again or I’ll rip him limb from limb and then I’ll flay you within and inch of your life.” Hagrid growls the words out angrily, the man shaking Severus’ head roughly when he gets to the last part.
“Y-yes.” Severus gasps again though this one was due to the pressure on his scalp that was crying out for release from Hagrid’s tight grip before, opening eyes he hadn’t even realized had closed, Severus focuses his attention on Lucius. Though Lucius of course had heard Hagrid, along with the other occupants of the room, Severus knew it best not to disobey his mate, even if they hadn’t slept together yet, as she quickly repeats the words to Lucius.
Not even a full second after the words leave his lips Hagrid is dragging Severus out of the room, and if the kitchen door wasn’t one of those swinging ones Harry is sure he would have heard a loud bang. Silence fills the room for but a handful of seconds before Lucius speaks.
“That bloody bastard…”
“Definitely craving that wand about now.”
Harry laughs shakily, depositing his own wand in his pocket at Dudley’s words before the slender boy hesitantly makes his way over to Lucius. “Are you alright, Mr. Malfoy?”
“I was just attacked by a giant, Potter. What do you think?”
Harry almost felt worried for the man but already the boy-who-lived could tell that Mr. Malfoy was on the bend. His voice had returned to normal and due to Draco’s assistance he was already back on his feet and, with a well placed glamour, Lucius could hide his bruised throat until he got an appropriate salve. Usually he would just go to Severus for something like that but suddenly that seemed out of the question.
Draco brushes a wrinkle out of his Father’s robes before snorting, causing three pair of eyes to train on him. “What?” At a look from his Father Draco rolls his eyes. “It was your fault for probing a freaking blood giant.”
Mr. Malfoy sniffles in disdain before running a hand through the long strands of his hair. “Ever a Malfoy, aren’t you dear Draco? I see that you’re wishing me into an early grave so you can become Head of House.”
Draco snorts again before pocketing his wand, and if it wasn’t for the slightly morbid banter that Harry had seen between his Godfather and Draco then Harry would have thought the two blonds hated eachother and that Lucius had perhaps spoken right, but being around the blond for a month had cemented in Harry’s mind how close the Malfoy’s and indeed many pureblood families were.
“Really Father. The only reason I did not go into my phantom stage is because you as well as I know that Dumbledore keeps the Groundkeeper on a tight leash. What is he, a forty year old virgin?”
“Sixty.” Draco lets out another snort, trying to cover up his laughter. Lucius simply glares at him before facing Harry Potter and his cousin. “Well, we best be going. No need to dally any longer and my dear Draco, unlike the Groundkeeper the other giant occupying this room is not a virgin. Perhaps me and your Mother will have to start working on a new heir soon.”
Draco rolls his eyes before heading towards the kitchen door. “I’ve already taken care of that. Unlike you I make sure to tie my loose ends.”
The elder Malfoy snorts before following after Draco, presumably in the foyer that doubled as the floor room.
Well, come on Harry.
“Er…actually I think I’m going to stay here. You two can go with Mr. Malfoy, I’m a bit worried about the Professor.”
Dudley shrugs, knowing that to turn Harry from any cause of action would be futile. Though Harry and Dudley by no means had been friends all those years they’d both lived at his parents house, Dudley, though he couldn’t claim to know Harry as well as these wizarding folks, had gotten to know his cousin intimately over the summer, and already Dudley was keyed into certain aspects of Harry’s personality.
Pressing Harry to the wall Dudley presses a bruising kiss to those petal soft lips, eliciting a groan of pleasure from Harry before, reluctantly, Dudley draws back.
“Don’t anger that Hagrid fellow.”
Harry laughs before pressing a fleeting, almost chaste kiss to Dudley’s lips. “Don’t worry. I’m not crazy, nor do I have a death wish. Besides, Hagrid’s my friend.”
“And the Snape fellow?”
Harry’s lips purse before he rolls his eyes to the ceiling. “I don’t have a death wish against the man.”
“I was joking, Harry.”
Harry’s lips curve into a smile before he eases from Dudley’s arms before making his way to the kitchen door. “I know but the Professor doesn’t think that. To let everyone save face we’ll just say I was worried about Hagrid doing something he’d later regret.”
Both Harry’s and Dudley’s laughter fills the kitchen before Harry exits the room, the boy’s slender legs leading him up the rickety old stairs and to Hagrid’s room.
Tbc...
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