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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 9

Two unfamiliar house elves arrived at three on the fifth.

Draco met them, "You must be Nicos and Rini." He said in Italian.

They nodded.

"Our luggage is assembled in the atrium." He gestured for them to come.

Soon the assembled suitcases, Teddy's playpen and high chair were gone.

All that was left was Teddy's diaper bag, carrycot and themselves.

XoooooX

Draco and Harry left the house elves with a list of instructions including staying out of Draco's potions lab. They insisted that they go about their usually chores both here and at Malfoy Manor. Dippy was instructed to make sure that Lavender Vale stayed clean.

Harry nervously checked the clock and found that they were two minutes from the portkey activating.

Teddy was strapped into a carrycot clutching his stuffed winged horse and napping.

Draco counted down the portkey, "Three. Two. One."

They all grabbed hold of it with Andromeda holding on tightly to Teddy's carrycot and the diaper bag slung over Harry's shoulder.

They all experienced the typical 'hook in naval' sensation of a portkey.

Harry was rather nauseous when they landed hard and slumped to his knees moaning. He HATED portkeys…

"Welcome! Ciao, Innamorato." Blaise helped Harry to his feet kissing both his cheeks and his left hand, hugging him gently. Then he turned to Draco, "Draco, caro, my friend. Come mi sei mancato. Ti sono mancato."

Draco laughed, "Of course I missed you. I was so grateful to hear that Harry got you away from the Ministry too." He leaned over to whispered, "For all our interludes in unused dungeons I never expected it to come to this. Courting the same man? Well, we always did have good taste." Smirking he snogged Blaise.

Blaise broke the kiss glaring at him slightly, "It's bad form to be thus engaged before the man we're courting."

Draco kissed Harry soundly in response.

Harry moaned, a bit shocked he couldn't deny that seeing Draco kiss Blaise made him both jealous and turned on.

Draco laughed, "I think it's Blaise's turn to kiss you."

Harry gulped, Blaise was about Percy's height around 5'10". The man definitely fit the bill for the description tall, dark and handsome.

Blaise lifted his chin, "Innamorato." Pressing his lips chastely to Harry's at first before his Veela nature became too difficult to restrain.

Harry was so overwhelmed that he couldn't say who was the better kisser; he just knew that he clearly desired both right now.

Andromeda coughed.

Blaise broke the kiss, "My apologies Signora. Would you like to come inside and have some wine?"

Andromeda smiled, "Alright. If you'll show me where Teddy's nursery is so I can put him down. I was surprised he napped through the journey by portkey."

Blaise knelt to look in the carrycot, "He's a beautiful baby, I barely had the chance to see his mother during the battle. His mother was a fine witch, his father was very brilliant wizard and a nice man, fair professor too."

Andromeda looked at her grandson fondly, "That he is."

Blaise escorted them in to show them their rooms.

Except for the odd reply to a question from a professor and that time he spied from under the invisibility cloak on Draco, Pansy and Blaise in that carriage back in Sixth Year he couldn't remember hearing Blaise's voice. It sounded so different and exotic, a thick Italian accent he never noticed prior. Had something about being home had changed him? Or was it that he felt he no longer needed to hide himself?

After showing them where they would sleep and Teddy being put in the crib that Draco and Andromeda knew was clearly expensive, Blaise stated simply, "It would be an honour if you three would join me on the terrace."

Harry blushed; the corridors were open and quite wide. Blaise, himself and Draco walked three-abreast and had plenty of room.

Andromeda could see that both young men cared for young Harry. She just hoped the poor lonely young man could handle being Courted by two men. Not many can handle being Courted by more then one suitor at a time. Even though she'd been betrothed to Lucius Malfoy from the cradle Ted knew she hadn't loved him and after discovering the ancient courtship ritual he Courted her. He was dismal at potions but his charms and transfiguration marks were brilliant. He was smart enough to pick up that she was an artist, he got a job in Hogsmeade working at Stews and Brews in his fifth year. Using his salary he purchased her sketchbooks, drawing pencils, watercolours and canvases. He bought books by well-respected artists and these little things won her heart. It wasn't the cost of the Courting gifts that mattered. It was that he knew what was important to her and wanted to encourage her.

On the clearly marble terrace were clinging vines winding up the railings; there was a decorative ironwork table with matching chairs. Waiting for them was a pitcher of what looked like lemonade; another of ice tea and silver pot of what must be coffee.

Blaise pulled out a chair for Andromeda; he'd been raised to have proper manners after all.

Draco did the same for Harry, which gave the former Gryffindor a slight blush. Well to be honest since being kissed soundly by himself and Blaise Harry had remained a bit pink.

"Would you like to do the honours, signora?" Blaise asked.

Andromeda blushed; it had been so long since she'd been able to preside over such company. Well considering her nephew was technically Lord Malfoy; Harry currently held no less then three titles through his father, godfather and former professor, as for Blaise with his inheritance who knew if there was a title in the offing. Either way with four titles between them and the vast monies between Potter, Black, Prince and Malfoy as well as what ever Zabini was worth, the could afford to have more kids then the Weasleys as well as adopt war orphans. Which knowing her cousin's godson was entirely possible, that they would so something for the younger students who had lost their families.

For now, Beauxbatons had agreed to absorb students to help the students now that Hogwarts was in need of repair.

Durmstrang had been damaged slightly in a failed attempt prior to the Battle at Hogwarts to capture it.

Too many there had long memories and remembered the days under Grindelwald and had no desire to return to them. It believed that they would be able to resume instruction that fall and would allow any remaining Slytherins or Ravenclaws to complete their education. Although they might require some tutoring to catch up to their Durmstrang counterparts, Andromeda shook the thoughts out of her mind and took on the aura of a practiced hostess, "What would you like?"

Draco grinned, "If it wasn't so hot I would enjoy the coffee but I would appreciate some ice tea with lemon and sugar, plenty of it."

Blaise snorted, Draco was always one for sweets. Not as bad as Vince or Greg though. Vince was unlucky enough to fall victim to his own Dark Spell Fiendfyre. Only an extremely powerful wizard skilled in the Dark Arts could use and control it. Vince couldn't do that. As Signora Andromeda played hostess, he continued to tell of the wonders of his private isle.

When Harry seemed about to doze off, Blaise clapped his hands summoning Nicos and Rini. "Are the bathes ready?" he asked in Italian.

They nodded.

"Signora, perhaps you would like to bathe and change for dinner? Rini will escort you to the women's bath. Feel free to sample its delights. I am sure you have not forgotten your Italian." Purebloods and the upper echelons of Wizarding society made sure their children learned foreign languages while in school.

"Yes, what sort of bath is it?"

Blaise smirked, "My dear Queen of Slytherin, have you forgotten the delights of the dungeons for those who lead it?"

Andromeda's eyes fluttered, "You flatterer." Slipping into Italian she ordering Rini to take her and then keep any eye on Teddy. The elf was to bring the babe to her.

XoooooX

"What sort of bath was in the Dungeons?" After all Harry had been in the Slytherin dormitory only that one time to question Draco about the Chamber of Secrets. He didn't remember seeing any bath besides the prefects on his map, conveniently forgetting that if the Marauders didn't know about it that it couldn't be on the Marauders' Map.

Blaise grinned at him, "You don't think the Hogwarts Prefects' bath was the only one of it's kind there do you? Slytherin had one installed in the dungeon for his favourites. Of course there were separate boy and girls baths. Never saw the girls but I heard it was staffed by Neriads, while my bath has Neriads but we can ask for Naiads for I keep some in my employ despite my tastes. For guests I am sure you can understand."

"What are Neriads?" Harry asked after catching his breath.

"Neriads are like Naiads, unlike merfolk they are actually beautiful. They are sexually flexible. If they were human they would be considered bi-sexual. A Naiad is a female water nymph while a Neriad is a male water nymph." Blaise explained gently. "Slytherin baths are a secret pleasure usually afforded only to the Slytherin King, Queen, Prince, their Court and Prefects. Ordinary Slytherins don't get that kind of special treatment." Blaise was quite eager to see Harry naked, though smaller then Draco the former Gryffindor still had to had the lean, toned muscular Seeker's body. "We get massaged with fragrant oils and then washed before soaking in hot water that has potions that promote beautiful, healthy skin."

"That's why you are all so good-looking." Harry said astonished.

"I think Pansy hoped as my consort she would be granted access to that world of pleasures. As Prince I was the highest-ranking Slytherin, which often went to my head, but the Slytherin baths did give us a private place to be alone. It was better the dusty abandoned classrooms."

The room was hot and the air filled with incense.

The Neriads surrounded Blaise and his companions, four to a boy. They sensually undressed him, leading him to a cushioned table.

Harry followed Blaise and Draco's example and let himself be led.

The Neriads ran sensual hands over their bodies, pausing to anoint their liquid hands with oils and perfumes.

Harry moaned softly, unused to such pleasures. His skin riddled with scars was very sensitive, somehow he managed get his glamour to stay up.

Draco couldn't help in his eyes were glued to Harry's slight form.

Blaise could see Harry's smaller frame but sensed the Glamour, what could the younger man be hiding?

Neriads had no rules about what not to touch; they merely used their skills to bring their clients pleasure. Rubbing nipples in a circular pattern, their water like hands almost lapping at your skin, the sensual pressure of their hands on sensitive thighs and…

Harry having never been subject to a Neriad or Naiad's attention or spent much time pleasuring himself were soon fully hard and gasping.

Neither Blaise nor Draco expected Harry's reaction to be so quick.

They took to the pleasures like a bird does flight.

Blaise could hardly hold back his enjoyment; it was a sinfully enjoyable experience one that he'd been grateful his one time best friend and sometime sexual partner had shared with him. If they had been forced to follow their parents wishes and be Bonded to Pansy and Daphne respectively he and Draco would have no doubt spent a lot of time here.

Harry came first, his cum mixing with the smell of the incense.

Blaise was next, his cry escaping tightly pursed lips.

Draco had always managed to prolong his orgasm so he out lasted Blaise.

They were carried over to the fountains where their bodies were washed with a soap-like mixture that smelt strongly of olive oil. Languidly they relaxed being carried by the Neriads who laid them in carved seats - in what Harry thought the Muggles would call a Jacuzzi.

Blaise's Veela thoroughly awakened had memorized the smell and sound of Harry's total pleasure and abandon.

Draco had Veela ancestry a few generations back, he to imprinted on the same.

Harry was still gasping and relaxing in the potion-laden water of bath. To his embarrassment he found Draco and Blaise seated beside him on the same marble seat the felt as if it had a permanent cushioning charm cast on it.

Blaise liked what he could see of Harry’s slim body; he had no fat on his 165 centimetres frame. Draco had gained height summer before their Seventh Year but he’d come bad almost deathly skinny, like Potter had for six Septembers previous. Draco was around 183 centimetres while he himself was 177. Draco was still too slim, but still had his wide shoulders.

Draco had been infinitely more attractive in a brooding sort of way their Six Year. War weary and grieving but with the satisfaction of a job well done Harry had been the more attractive after the battle. He had been pleased that the rumours of Harry’s death had been unfounded. As if he hadn’t already smelled out the Dark Lord as a Liar. Theo had confided after Draco bragged about being a Death Eater that he hadn’t wanted to take the Mark himself. So to avoid being forced to ally themselves with the Crabbes, Malfoys and Goyles of the Slytherins loyal to the Death Eaters they spent the summer here.

Despite the relaxing nature of the hot water Harry found himself growing quite aroused once more surrounding by the naked lean bodies of his two suitors, dark Blaise with his skin the colour of chocolate and Draco with skin the colour of milk. Blaise’s black wet curls drifting into his face while Draco’s normally white gold hair looked a shade darker wet.

Blaise sensed Harry’s arousal and leaned against his side, his own arousal brushing Harry’s thigh. “Tesoro, would you like some help with that?”

Draco’s ears pricked up at that, he realized quickly his companions were just as aroused as he was. “Only if I can as well.”

Harry turned red realizing that they knew he was hard, the caressing words spoken in that thick accent of Blaise’s made him even harder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean,”

Draco shushed him, placing a finger on Harry’s lips, “No need to apologize. Blaise and I know just how attractive we are. You’d have to be dead or straight not to succumb to our charms.”

Harry shivered slightly as he felt two hands, one dark, one light rest on his thighs.

“Will you let us show you how pleasurable being with us can be Tesoro?” Blaise asked, his word teasing Harry’s ear no doubt.

“I’m,”

“Hush mon Coeur. I know, as does Blaise. You can scent that he’s never been with neither a man nor a woman.” Draco said glancing across Harry to his oldest friend and former lover.

Blaise laughed full throated, “Just I can scent myself on though its been a long time since you’ve had me. I am quite glad to be, though I must share the honour with Draco of being the first to give you pleasure.”

Harry said quietly, “Not much, I’m not ready,:”

“Of course mon Coeur,” Draco said replacing his finger with his lips.

Blaise’s hand covered Draco’s as they both moved to take Harry’s much smaller prick in hand. Moving together in easy strokes.

Draco continued to snog the live out of Harry, so eager was he claim the man he was realizing for the first time he loved.

Blaise was at present content to nibble at Harry’s ear and place kisses on his neck.

Harry moan, he’d never experienced this kind of pleasure. It was different from the Neriads; he was in love with Draco and clearly lusting after Blaise. It was so different from when he touched himself.

Blaise paused, “Not here. Another time.” His wards were keyed to allow himself to Apparate, he grabbed them both, smirking, “Best to continue this in a bed.” He Apparated them about six inches above his large bed filled with goose feathers, using a quick drying charm to wick away the water.

Harry landed somehow on his back, sinking into the softest bed he’d ever been in. He was flushed with embarrassment and arousal. He realized he was in a bed with them and was half shy, he was a bit afraid for unlike them he had no experience.

“Shush, it’s just touching, a taste of what being our lover is like mon coeur, “ Draco soothed before moving the press kisses to Harry’s bare collarbone, it called out to him.

Harry would have whimpered for it’d been broken once or twice but he’d been forced to take Skele-grow a few times and it mended. However, it was extremely sensitive and he giggled uncontrollably like one of his fangirls like Romilda Vane.

Draco laughed, “Seems were found of the spots that get a reaction.”

Blaise memorised it before leaning over take his turn snogging Harry.

Harry had some experience with snogging, most Ginny. Not that he wanted to think of her, not now. Her snogs were different; they didn’t make him feel like he’d come.

After an intense snog Blaise broke the kiss, his eyes drawn to the pale pink nipples on Harry’s chest. He caught Draco’s eye and moved in.

Draco took the hint, he’d never had his nipples teased but Blaise always enjoyed it.

Harry’s gasped, jolt of pleasure shooting down and making prick swell and twitch. He’d never know his nipples were sensitive. He was no girl…

The two licked, sucked and gently bit the nipples, before sliding hands down Harry’s toned chest and stomach to take the cock of the object of their affection.

Harry reached out, eager to try to touch them, to give them some pleasure.

They pushed him down.

“No mon coeur,” Draco said licking the nipple beneath his mouth.

“Draco is right, this is about and for you. Let us take care of you Tesoro.” Blaise drawled in his now thick Italian accent, rising and falling as the Italian endearment fell from his lips.

Though he’d come recently at the talented hands of the Neriads, Harry came hard. His cries a stammered mix of their names.

Smirking and hard Draco grabbed Blaise and kissed him hard, “You need release, mon serpent.“

Blaise’s black eyes widened as the former endearment used in private when they fucked fell from Draco’s lips. Before he could stop himself, despite having a spent Harry between them he asked hoarsely, “Ti sono mancato caro?”

Draco smirked, “Come mi sei mancato. mon serpent. Ti voglio bene.”

Blaise’s body knew that Draco was not his mate, yet his Veela remembered the stolen moments of pleasure found in Draco’s arms. “Ti voglio bene.” Fell from his lips before he thought about the impropriety of taking pleasure as if he were a young teenager, not quite a man again.

Draco tackled Blaise to the bed, pinning him as he rut against him and kissed him ravenously.

Harry was too exhausted to protest, he was too exhausted to do much besides watch with a mingled sense of jealousy and curiosity as his two suitors snogged furiously and their pricks rubbed against each other in a needy way he’d never seen before.

Blaise had been a Keeper with Draco but with Harry he felt like more of a Chaser, it had bee far too long since he’d felt another male dominate him and he came hard. Screaming Draco’s name, because he could and falling back spent. Two orgasms in less then an hour wasn’t unheard of for a Veela, they were sexual creatures and the proximity to his mate made them more fulfilling then he’d ever felt before.

Draco banished the mingled semen from their bodies as well as Harry’s with a wandless, verbal Evanesco. He rolled over cuddling up to Harry, “Apologies mon coeur. You after all are best, but your arousal made it necessary to come ourselves.”

Harry blushed nodding, he was too spent to feel arousal after that display of male virility, “I see.”

Blaise rolled languidly to lay pressed to Harry’s other side, “Short nap helps acclimate to time difference. We’ll share a late dinner; then some activity and bed. If you wish to sleep separately it’s your choice. Draco shall not share my bed without you and I will not dishonourably bring you here without him.”

“Agreed.” Draco said lying back, despite his torture after his failure to kill Dumbledore and lack of access to anyone who would really give him time of day during the Rule of the Carrows he couldn’t really remember the last time he’d enjoyed himself. Poor Uncle Sev, if only he’d been more strong, he’d have been Headmaster without being forced to function as a puppet for the Dark Lord. He shivered, Uncle Sev did try as he did to help the resistance.

Turning blind eye to the Support Harry Potter party as much as he could, slowing the Carrows down so Hagrid and the D.A. could escape, staying hands free of the internal workings of the Heads of the House’s policies and allowing them to ‘punish or not punish’ as they saw fit. Making ludicrous rules about what level of defiance the resistance had to achieve before he would bother. After all petty vandalism that comprised of painted messages that were pro-Potter and anti-Voldemort were more of internal house matter then a school matter.

Thinking became to exhausting and the three young men drifted off into a welcome slumber….

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

Author's Note: The lemon can be found on adultfanfction . net

Though not too sensual, I thought it would be best not to post it here. It's not all that important in the scheme of things if you skip it.
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