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Memoirs of Fate	By : TragicBackstory Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 23587 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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I gave them a good solid 20 seconds of bitching and moaning time before I decided to take the piss out of them. I was actually quite amused when the look of total shock crossed a few faces, and I learned a new thing about the way my little trick worked too.

Normally each person has their own level of how the life debt reigns them in. Usually a leather cord and a collar is all Hermione needs, the steel ring for Ron….

Apparently if I had to stomp on them collectively it went with “the most needed” form of correction out of all of them across the board. I had to admit, seeing Ron and Draco bound up and ball-gagged was not drying out my thighs any time soon.

“I’m going to let go, and then I’m going to spend this entire conversation sitting on the face of anyone not undressed in the next 20 seconds.” I dropped the leash and was immediately confronted with the sound of ripping and popping.

“Ron!” Hermione actually almost stopped as she watched Mr. Weasley tear his full button down shirt from neck to nuts and toss it aside before working on his pants. Draco blinked twice and did the same. The girls were hauling to keep up, and as I counted to about 10 I stopped.

“Wait wait, that's far enough.” I smiled, realizing I rather liked them in their undies. Draco and Ron looked fetching in boxers and socks for some reason. Hermione had white panties and knee highs on which fit her. The other two were something else. “My my, you two certainly know how to dress; you’re the best picks for managing our image for sure.”

“Thank you.” Lavender didn’t seem to know what to say, standing there in a matching set of thong and bra. Her socks were not above the ankle but her figure was so punctuated by that string of fabric I let the silence drag on as everyone just drank in her curves. By comparison, Daphne was more...fanciful. Garters and a belt, and everything from the underwire up was lace and see through; even from the support patch up on her panties was sheer. The girl needed a bit of a trim.

“So.. few ground rules.” I bowed my head to my chest trying to figure out how I wanted to phrase this. “You boys aren’t allowed to cum inside a girl anymore.” I watched them both panic a bit. “At least not of your own free will. Daphne and Hermione will tell you when you’re finished. One on the tongue, two on the shaft girls. If the can’t satisfy they can go without.” I looked at them both and watched their neck lines go aflame. “They’re both cocky little shits, and they need to learn how to really please a woman. Since Draco and Daphne are both virgins, well I want to make sure their first times are extra special.” I nodded over to my best friends, “and so I’m hoping you’ll really help show them the way to have some real fun.”

“But how would we--” Hermione clammed up, her eyes going wide. “J-jamie you’re not suggesting…” she looked over at Ron, who was very shocked by his expression. I doubt the shock was my words though, as he was boring holes in Daphne and Lavender’s bras in equal measure.

“No one is allowed to hurt anyone, I want slow and tender tonight….at least tonight.” I grinned. “All four of you will be in a different world of expectations tomorrow morning, and whoever fails me...well you’re up for grabs.”

“You can’t be serious.” Draco almost seemed insulted by the concept of laying down in a bed with my bushy haired bookworm. My temper spiked for a minute, and I watched Draco hit his knees as the chains got them all in a fit of annoyance.

“Hermione.” I growled out without looking at her, I was too busy glaring at the blonde ponce I’d subjugated on a whim. I was starting to doubt myself now. “On our honor as women, you will wreck his shit do you hear me?” I turned to her, and something passed between us before I saw her solid nod. I could almost see a smile around the ballgag. “If he doesn’t walk out of that room limping and crying in the morning I will personally put Ron up your ass.” That made Ron pay attention, “Freaky, mean, nice, dirty, flirty…rock his world, make him see how muggles do it better.” I turned back to him. “You’re not going to say a fucking word about what happens tonight. You’re going to be a good little boy who listens to everything your Mistress tells you. You get me you little fuck-ferret?” as I pulled on his chain, I’d swear it was making him hard.

“Mmmph!”

I turned to see the fearful look in her eye as Daphne watched Ron stare at the floor. He was not taking this well.

“Ron,” I got his attention, “I changed my mind. You’re still not allowed to hurt her…” I grinned uncrossing my legs and letting both boys stare at the gap in my modesty as I licked my lips, “I’ll give you an hour. One. Don’t go soft, don’t cum, but fuck her brains out.”

“Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm…”

Daphne seemed to fall into a bit of despair, and I leaned forward to cup her chin.

“Blame your boyfriend. If you want to strut around like racist little cows, I’ll tie you off to the fence and let the bull have you. Oh and Ron…” I turned back, and nearly laughed at how the boy was panting through his nose at the sight of us touching. As the only nude girl there I could feel the burn of their eyes as my tits swung free. “One last thing, you’re not allowed to get her pregnant.” I watched his eyes harden quickly so I threw up my hand, “She’s one of the wolves, so yeah she’s yours eventually...but Harry has plans for her.” I glanced at Hermione and could see she was glaring. “After Daphne betrayed Harry, this was his plan, to give her to you and Hermione for some fun. Parkinson however is all yours, this weekend you can go full blown ginger factory if you want.” I shrugged, “Harry also agreed that if you all do your assignments, and behave-- you know what I’m getting ahead of myself.” I stood up, and as the chains fell away so did everyone else. “You four can use my bedroom tonight. You’re going to need privacy.” I turned to a blushing Lavender who had watched me basically put my Harem in order.

“I need--OH.” I watched as out of the corner of my eye a swift motion caused a cry of pain. Hermione was marching off to the bedroom with the back of Draco’s hair firmly in her fist. That fact that she shot a cleaning charm at her own ass was very telling as the flap to the bedroom closed. I took comfort in the fact that the compulsions on her would prevent her from just sitting on his face till he lost consciousness.

“Jamie,” Lavender stepped into my personal space as I watched Ron step up to Daphne. “Why...what am I doing here?” I glanced over and watched as he put a hand on her shoulder with a smile, I was watching him lean in for a kiss when Lavender pulled on my arm. “I said what am I doing here? I assumed...I mean Jamie--”

“We’re getting ready for a date Lav,” I grinned, then froze as I heard a gasp then a gagging noise. Looking over my shoulder I could see Ron standing with his back to us. His back muscles looked so strong and lean in the light, and the way his back flexed as he swayed made me lick my lips as my eyes dipped to his naked ass. His boxers would have hit the floor around his ankles….but they were resting on top of Daphne’s thighs. From what I could see of her throat he wasn’t forcing himself on her, but the fact that her chin was hidden behind those fat bloated orbs told me he was getting her dick drunk. A concept I was very familiar with at this point. It must have been a hell of an upgrade from what she usually sucked by the sound of her, and the four fingers on each hand scratched welts into his muscled ass spoke volumes about how the night was going to go.

“A date…? With who?” She was trying and failing to ignore the face-fucking in the room, valiantly.

“Take it to the bedroom before I cut you both off for a week.” I called out, watching Daphne gasp for air and rush to her feet. Dragging Ron by the dick giggling was an odd picture, almost as odd at the site of Hermione on the bed as the flap flew open. Bouncing up and down on what appeared to be a large pile of ropes. “Lets just get ready, it’s a surprise you’ll like I hope.”

I made sure Dobby didn’t make a scene or make himself known as he popped into the bedroom to get my stuff as we got ready. We did my hair up, a tight ponytail, and modestly small amounts of blush and lipstick. I was not a high fashion kind of girl, I liked my natural look but wanted to soften the edges. Lavender went for a more modern look with heavier foundation and eyeliner. It worked for her, and I worried not for the first time if I wasn’t “girly” enough. Seeming to sense my insecurities Lav played with me. Not in the sexual sense, but by the time we were done putting my adjusted dress on(the one I’d had to fix since Neville ripped it off me) I was laughing and nearly crying with good spirits.

We ignored the bedchamber door and walked out the front, I even went for the heels at her behest, saying it did things to my ass that my date wished he could. She did the same, and we looked dressed to kill as we swished down the hallway I’d spent years eager to traverse previously for a brand new reason. Lavender let us into the portrait and I was so happy that the fat lady complimented me and didn’t recognize me that I almost missed him sitting on the couch.

“Hey,” he blushed and tucked his chin as he stood up, “I’m glad you made--”

The room erupted in hushed whispers. I can’t imagine why, I was only kissing him. The grabbing his ass might have been over the top. I don’t even know how long I kissed him for, but it was long enough that he got a boner that stabbed me right in the thigh. That was my cue to let go.

“W-wow…” he blinked a few times.

“Regretting that oath now?” I wiggled an eyebrow, then froze as I looked around the room. Neville was sitting in the corner, eyeing me with curiosity and a bit of amusement.

“Never.” I watched him take a deep breath, and I closed my eyes as he leaned in. This time there were cat calls, and I had to take his hand off my ass as I was getting a little self-conscious. “So...do you wanna go...I don’t know..” He blushed and rubbed the side of his neck looking around nervously. The bloke hadn’t really had time or resources to plan, but he was NOT going to back out of a date with me. I admired that trait, he’d rather crash and burn than miss his chance.

“I was thinking about dinner?” I smiled at him, draping my arms straight at the elbows on top of his shoulders, crossing my hands behind his head, “Muggle London? Then maybe dance a bit at a place Lavender knows?” I turned to the girl, and the two seemed to realize they were both in a conversation now.

“Me? I don’t...I can try?” Lavender now blushed looking at the boy who was growing more confused.

“Wait so...is she coming?”

I grinned, and I bit my lip looking at Lav at his choice of words, judging by her slight downward gaze she understood my mirth. “You don’t mind if it’s a double date?”

“Oh…” that seemed to give him a little confidence “Okay… but how are we getting out..you know, Hogwarts?” He seemed to look around conspiratorially.

“Well..” I touched my finger to my lips, “Harry has his ways, and I have Harry’s ways when I need them.”

“What does Harry have to do--Ohhhh!” Colin cried out as I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the portrait in a hurry.

“You never did ask my last name did you?” I called out loud enough for the room to hear before stepping across the threshold, Lavender shutting the portrait behind us.
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