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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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Any girl who has ever been with a really, really hung guy knows exactly why I didn’t want to sit still on the fucking hardwood stool. After dragging me back into the shower and cleaning me up, of which Daphne did most of the work since Hermione was ignoring me, they pulled me in front of a mirror and began getting me ready. I tried talking to her the entire time, but she was ignoring me and simply handing things to Daphne when she asked. After I’d done my best impression of a stomped on tube of toothpaste all over the bathroom she finally started using clipped one word answers...but only for Daphne’s questions.

“Alright STOP.” I held my hands up as Lavender, who had come in once I was seated, started teasing my hair to get volume. “Hermione, talk to me.” I wanted to push my magic into the bond, but I just took a deep breath. “Please.”

“I just can’t believe you did that.”

I blinked a few times. “Did what? Slept with Ron? You know how I feel-- okay answer me this then: Why are you two not having sex? You were so butt hurt that I was keeping you two apart, and now you barely touch him?” She glared at me in the mirror but I was unfazed. “You knew he was blue in the balls but you just--”

“We do it almost every night.”

“With your mouth?!” I scoffed. “Would you be doing it that way if I hadn’t given you the--”

“That’s not the point.” She cut me off and I raised an eyebrow, “this situation works for us.”

“Does it? Does it?” I grinned, “Because last I checked Ron is laying in my bed, FINALLY satisfied now that--”

“STOP IT!” She put a hand over her mouth, and I could see her starting to tear up. I instantly felt bad. This time I needed to know, I felt the magic leave me as I took a deep breath.

“Tell me what you’re really worried about.”

“I don’t…” her voice was disjointed, and I could tell she was fighting it, “I don’t want you to steal him.” she let a tear fall, “I can’t make him happy like you two do.” she looked at Daphne out of the corner of her eye. “When we...make love, I hurt... for days afterwards. I tried yesterday and it...I felt so bad making him stop. I couldn’t take it.” I let her sit there as we processed her words, and I glanced back at Daphne in the mirror who was working on a stray bit of my hair caught in a brush.

“Not everyone is….there is no shame in not being able...ah…” I didn’t know the words, “Daph, Lav, help me out here.”

“If I could steal Ronald from you…” Daphne bit her lip, not looking up from the back of my head, “I would have already done it.” She let that sink in as Hermione stared at her curiously. “The way he feels, makes me feel, when he’s inside me...makes me ashamed to look Draco in the face. The fact that you think your relationship is based on something so primally trivial is mind-boggling.”

“Daphne…” Hermione put a hand on her shoulder but she shrugged it off.

“You love each other, but you are not...physically compatible.So? You think you’re the first couple?” She turned her head and sniffed looking at the girl. “You both want so badly to keep control, you’re both hungry to be in charge. Draco and I only fight about who has to take charge every time. I like Draco, now that I have gotten to know him a bit. He is clever, and kind and...but the way Ronald takes his…”

“I get it. It’s okay.” Hermione seemed so enthralled by Daphne’s display she’d forgotten who was being comforted.

“No it’s not!” Daphne laughed, “That man…” she pointed across the room to the lump in the bed who sounded like a rusty chainsaw fucking up some jello, “is brutish, and clumsy, and oafish and...and…” her bottom lip quivered a bit. “I was innocent of men, till I knew him. I climbed into that bed a-a virgin. Can you even fathom what it was like for me? The first man to kiss my….” she blushed, “and up my stomach? Those eyes...I have had men stare at me for ...so...long...but those eyes? I was looking into those I when THAT thing….”

“We don’t have to talk about this anymore.” I felt bad myself. My mind had not really taken in the realities of the situation I was making around me, and having problems so basic thrown in my face was disheartening.

“No, she needs to hear this.” Daphne puffed out her chest, and I saw a bit of the old Daphne as she poised holding the hairbrush looking down her nose. “Your Ronald is something special, at least...physically. I will never admit this to his face but...that night is the most amazing night of my life so far. I will never forget the noise he made putting it in, the sound of his voice as he made me a woman...or the noise he made when he made me HIS woman…” she blushed again but her expression never changed, “I remember the moment, just after his release as he did it. The soft gentle touches turned for firm grips and hot breath on my neck. My sore body stretched wide again as he began to use me. There are two faces Ron Weasley makes in bed, one of them you will never see.” She smiled wide, a cruel smile, “Though I hope one day you’re brave enough to see it. The face he makes when he uses you. It is burned into my mind, the moment I looked into his eyes and knew I was about to be fucked like a whore. You think it’s a problem that he is too much for you? I look across the great hall every morning at the man I touch myself at night dreaming about...smiling with his arm around you.”

Silence reigned as Lavender, wide eyed but staring at her work, continuing doing my hair.

“Um….” I watched Hermione in the mirror warring with herself, and I wondered if I was going to have to step in. “Do you think...sometime next week we could sit down and...look at our schedule--”

“Are you...actually suggesting, that I spread my legs for your boyfriend?” Daphne arched and eyebrow and I thought Hermione was going to wilt. After a deep breath the black haired girl smiled and closed her eyes with a slight head tilt. “And what of Draco? I will not have him embar--”

“I can...take care of him while you’re…” Hermione blushed, “um, busy.”

“Indeed, it will be nice to take a break from...his gift.” I perked up at that, “though what you did to him I must know. Even today I had to sit on his face for almost 30 minutes before he let me out of the bedroom. I can still.” She rolled her shoulders and put a hand on her stomach, further intriguing me.

“It’s a..muggle concept called bond--”

“Girls, can we please get ready?” Lavender cut them off, and I gave her a grateful smile.

Only a few minutes more and I was in the black dress Daphne had picked out, the neckline down to my navel in the middle and showing off the sides of my busts curves. My hair was a fright, but seductively so. I’d shown Lav pictures of Bellatrix Lestrange and told her “like this, but sexy.”

Her response was “Sexy...er?” before laughing. The black eye liner was heavily over done and the heels were killing me but with a few bangles and a fake staff I looked the part. I waited for Dobby to come get me and soon I was on my ‘throne’ so to speak. The Chamber of secrets looked the same as always, minus the dead basilisk I’d had carted off. The damned thing was rotten to the core by now and useless for ingredients or anything else I could profit from.

“So…” Neville said, standing there in his long black robe and red mask in his hand. “This is your plan huh?”

“Theatrics, one you will soon be enjoying I promise.” I was actually tall enough to kiss him on the lips in these heels, an act that caught Draco’s attention. I winked at him and toyed with the neckline of my dress for a second before he turned back to where he and Daphne and Hermione were talking. Boy to be a fly on the wall for that talk.

“You are walking a very dangerous line here, Jamie.” I leaned in for another kiss, only to stop and panic slightly as his hand on my throat closed tightly. “Do not cross it.” I could only stare at him strained for a second before he let go. I tried my best not to freak out or lose my cool as I took a few steps away and keep mingling. It was a painful reminder that I was not in complete control. Neville was fun, he was someone I would consider an ally...but I did not own him like the others, there was no absolute trust there. He could hurt me, at any moment, for any reason he felt necessary.

“Oh merlin, you look amazing.” Lisa and Susan rushed to give me a hug, and I enjoyed their innocent warmth and appreciation. “So we just stand here in the robes and don’t talk?” She held up the red mask like Neville had.

“Pretty much, I--” The gong sounded and all of a sudden everyone was scrambling for positions, me worst of all as I tried to get up 3 stairs and sit in a, thankfully cushioned, throne like chair in the dark lit room.

I counted down from 10. On 3 a soft pop announced their arrival. Three figures poofed into existence. The tallest of the three turned to the others behind them and then started walking, the remaining two quickly struggling to keep up. I held my head high, poised and as regal as I could manage as they stopped not 10 feet from the bottom of the steps. I could see the two figures in the back glancing at the two crowds of people on either side. One walked out of the left, holding a binder. Opening it they presented it to the one at the lead, who took it and a quill. Handing the first of the two the quill they held it flat to be signed. Once down the other did as well. When that was done I simply nodded. And with a bow the three poofed out of existence.

“What the hell was that?”

Someone called from the crowd and I slumped with a laugh, and soon we were all giggling.

“Who was that anyway, and what the hell did they just sign?” Neville was resting a hand on the arm of my chair leaning in.

“I figured out something about you.” I grinned to the side. “The way you acted when I mentioned susan..and I remember who long you...ahem...danced with Ginny at the ball...you have a thing for redheads.”

“Well…” he seemed taken aback that I would notice. “I mean I won’t deny it.”

“Then how do you feel about twins...who are very close?” I watched him stare at me, or rather through me for a solid ten seconds as he tried to think of any redheaded twins in the school who weren’t a Weasley. I saw it click and his mouth fell open and he scowled.

“Those two are fucking evil.”

“And now they’re little more than pets unless I let them be otherwise. Rumor has it those two can’t keep their hands off each other’s thighs even in class.”

“They’re a year younger than Ginny!”

“Does that mean you don’t want…” I turned my face while everyone else was chatting up in the now well let room and whispered, “incestuous...ravenously bisexual... virgin... redheaded twins?” I bit my bottom lip and waggled my eyebrows. He absolutely lost it and everyone in the room turned to us to watch him nearly fall over laughing.

“My gods you’re crazy.” He leaned in and gave me our second kiss of the night, this time of his volition. I would have kept going but something funny caught my eye. I stood up and made for the edge of the crowd where I’d set up tables with snacks and drinks. Seamus was there, a tray in his hand working the crowd… or he would be if he wasn’t currently being held up.

“Hey Jamie!” Draco was smiling and laughing, and so was Ron who’d finally showed up to the party. The way he was looking at me made my insides hurt in really good ways. “We were just talking with Seamus here about...what was her name?”

“Michelle.” Ron smiled, and sandwiched between them with a hand on each of his shoulders Seamus continued to squirm. “God was she gorgeous.”

“I know, right?” Draco chuckled, shaking the shoulder a bit, “Merlin what I wouldn’t give to get her back in my bed for just one night...don’t tell Daphne? But that was the tightest piece of...and the look on her face every time she-- So help me she musta done it five or six times before I finally--”

“I’m gonna go see if anyone needs any drinks!” Seamus yelled a little too loudly before dashing off.

“You two are horrible.”

“What can we say,” Draco looked over at Ron with a smirk, but it was a downright smoulder as he looked back at me, “your wolves are...territorial.” It was cliche, dumb, laughable. My fucking panties disagreed on every point and the only thing I could do was open and close my mouths a couple times before turning and walking off quickly to find someone else to speak to. Anyone else. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind Ron had told Draco all the juicy details.

The part was full of people from all houses, the most starstruck being the Slytherins now standing in The Chamber of Secrets after being sealed and hidden. It was a nice power play on my part if I say so myself.

“Oh hey,” I turned, and nearly swallowed the ice in my drink as Ginny walked up to me in a pretty yellow sundress, “Jamie right? Can we talk?”
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