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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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Have you ever met someone that other’s told you about? Like a friend of a friend that they just wouldn’t shut up about and you knew every little nuance of that person and what they were before you ever laid an eye on them? And then when you met them your brain was trying to adjust from this picture you built in your mind to the person actually in front of you?

That was me, staring at Ginny, staring at me.

The girl had pulled me into a side tunnel down there at the party, in the chamber of secrets. Judging by her unease she did not approve of the venue. Her eye kept darting to every corner of the room that had a shadow in it and I wanted to hug her as I watched the fear beginning to very, very slowly mount.

“So...what did you want to talk about?” I tried to draw her eyes back to me, a little startled that they were suddenly so cold.

“What is your relationship with Harry?” Her face didn’t betray any warmth to the question, and I was immediately on the defensive out of habit.

“I don’t see how that's any of your--”

“It should be everyone’s concern.” She hissed at me, and I felt my face flush as she stepped into my personal bubble, but since she was looking up at me in these heels it ruined the effect a little. “You supposedly come from Beauxbatons...no one I talked to knows you.” She shrugged, “You DON’T have even the slightest french accent. I heard this week that you got caught sleeping naked in Harry--”

“You really part of the gossip around here n--” I stopped the banter when I saw her wand, “Trust me very much when I say you don’t want to do this.” I kept my hands in front of my chest, palms out. “You want to know something, come to my face and ask it. I thought you were a Gryffindor?”

“So who are you?” She started to level it and I took a deep breath.

“FREEZE.” The word left my mouth with enough venom that she recoiled, then stopped mid shudder. “Give. Me. The wand.” You would have thought I was cutting off her fingers the way she was staring at her hand as I plucked the wood stick out of her grip. “Now then, we’re going to go back into that party. We are going to have fun. And tomorrow we can have a nice...long...talk. I’m afraid I kept you out of the loop trying to save you the pain Gin.” I gave her cheek a gentle stroke with the back of my knuckles. “You can move now.”

“H-how did you do that?” She took a half step back and I held out the handle at her. She looked at it like it had betrayed her. I waited for her to take it and put it back in her purse before I stepped forward.

“So here is what we’re going to do. I care about you...because Harry cares about you.” I could see her eyes dart as she tried to think quickly about that. “Deeply. SO. I’m going to trust you...with conditions. You can ask me any question you want, and I promise you on...look I will promise you to tell the truth, absolutely.” I saw her shift curiously, “but you will do something for me in return. What that thing is depends on how...personal...how secret...the information you want is. You may not even know how deep the secret you’re asking is, but I will tell you the price before you decide if you want the answer. It could be something….silly.” I grinned, “like going in there and kissing Neville on the cheek and telling him how handsome he looks tonight.”

“Well thats--”

“Or I could tell you to take off your panties and hand them to Draco, and tell him that you now belong to me and are off limits in case he was curious.” I grinned as her whole head lit up in a blush that honestly made my breath catch. The girl wasn’t ugly by any stretch of the imagination, and I wondered what kind of prejudice Harry was holding onto from his previous life.

“And you’ll…” she took a long hard swallow of what I can assume was a dry throat, “tell me about Harry?”

“Harry has a lot of big...dark...secrets honey.” I grinned and felt the goosebumps on her arm. “Oh how I wished you were...no, you’re perfect just the way you are.”

“No,” she leaned in, and I had to fight the urge to kiss her. I had to get control of myself, I had a party to get to, “tell me, you wish what?”

“You saw what happened here tonight? Those two?” I nodded over my shoulder back to the party proper, and she nodded, “Well..Harry wants to hold another one. Those silly Syltherin think they just signed up to serve the next Dark Lady.” I held my arms out, giving a little sway and letting my dress his my legs with a giggle. The fact that her eyes were on my chest gave me a little bit of hope that her hormones would carry me through the hard part.

“What do you...you want me?” She grinned.

“You and a few others…” I looked at my nails, rolling my eyes and smiling as I couldn’t keep up the pretentious act. “So did you want to ask those questions now or…” I looked back out the tunnel at the party commotion then back at her staring at the floor.

“Not… Tonight.” She nodded firmly, “but maybe later if you’re okay with it. Wait. Just...just one? No two.”

“Fire away, girl.” I grinned, I couldn’t wait to see what she thought of.

“What is...your real name?”
“Oh baby,” I grinned shaking my head, “You do know the good ones. Okay, I’ll tell you….but I want you…” I bit my lip seeing her grow stone quiet. “To give me a nice, deep, long...kiss on the lips.”

“...oh…” she blinked, “...OH, oh o-kay…” she tucked in her chin a bit, seeming surprised, “I think..I think I can manage that.”

“You sure?” I grinned, “It’s going to be a busy night so we’d have to do it tomorrow or later.”

“Really?” she tucked her hair behind her ear, something I found absolutely adorable, “Can’t we just..do it here?”

“The floor is still filthy.” I shook my head, “I don’t want to get my dress dirty lying down. If you’re as good as Hermione seems to indicate I want to lay back on some pillows and enjoy it.”

“Why would-- wait lay--” I watched her brain lock up, and that moment within time froze as we looked into each other's eyes and she KNEW that I KNEW.

“I never said my mouth love,” I licked my top lip slowly, “I said lips...so, you still want to learn who I REALLY am?”

“ah--...” I watched her blink, staring at the floor as she opened and closed her mouth, “..yes.” It was not loud or brave or confident, but few truly courageous things are.

“Mmm…” I grinned, and when she looked up I held out my hand. “Jamie... Potter.” The last name hit her like a truck. “It is wonderful to finally meet you after so long Ginerva.”

“How--” She bit her lip, she’d asked for two questions, and I could tell she was rapidly rethinking the next one. “...what are you, to Harry?” She instantly feared the look on my face, because it told me all I needed to know. After so many years, so much doubt...she loved him. Genuinely; no one went through something like this for a crush.

“I am his...better half.” I grinned, letting the words drip off my tongue as I turned and started walking out of the tunnel.

“W-wait.” I felt the hand on my arm stop me, and I turned to see her mind racing behind her eyes as she looked me up and down. “What did...that cost me?” I could see the fear at the dangerous game she was playing.

“Don’t worry darling,” I patted her cheek before turning away. “I’m just going to...kiss you back.”

I left her there with her thoughts in the dark tunnel as I walked back to my friends currently partying. Ron and Draco were holding court like clowns and Hermione and Daphne were laughing and rolling their eyes in equal measure as the boys lived up the life of the party vibe.
I figured out the way to success:

Create a place completely undetectable and unsupervised. Fill that place with teenagers. Supply them with libations until no one was in their right mind.

I walked across the dance floor, cutting between sets of couples as I slid around everyone to the other side. That is, until someone caught my wrist and spun me to face them.

“You look amazing.”

I blinked rapidly, not believing my eyes as the girl with the bottle in her hand easily bigger than her arm spun me once before gracefully taking a swig and laughing the most beautiful laugh I’d ever heard.

“Fluer?! You’re...trashed.” I laughed in spite of my shock and managed to pull myself from her grip and watch her do a little swaying hip move all by herself to the music as I tried to process what was going on.

“This party is...amazing!!” She squealed the last word, and the crowd squealed with her. It wasn’t till then that I realized with a bit of worry how huge the venue was becoming. Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, and Hogwarts every student from 3rd year and up seemed to be here. I could see Dean talking to some blushing girl in a blue uniform that was...about our age I’d guess? Maybe a year older if she was petite. Seamus was, at least from the look on his face, gratefully entrenched in a large contingent of red overcoats laughing and sharing stories with the boys. “You are a gracious host, we have been so-- I have been..” she seemed a moment of clarity, “I have been worrying about this tournament since the beginning and...will you tell Harry for me?” she turned to me, and I realized that eyes like those didn’t just work on stupid easy to lure men. “Tell him I wish him the best of luck, and that he be safe--” She stopped when we got bumped by a few dancers as the music changed pace. The curse that came out of her mouth made a few of the french speakers turn in shock as she looked down at the drink now making the stomach portion of her dress see through.

“Let me help you get cleaned up.” I laughed, and she didn’t find it funny so I gave her an apologetic smile as I tried to lead her off the dance floor. The girl was trashed to the point she’d probably vanish her clothes instead of dry them. I don’t think any guy in a mile would mind, but still I wanted off the dance floor. “Harry couldn’t make it tonight.”

“Yes yes,” she rolled her eyes, nearly dropping her bottle of what I assumed was a white wine of some kind as she made finger quotes.”Training...training for what?” She waved her hand.

“Dragons.” I shrugged, watching her stop mid swig to stare at me wide eyed out the corner of her vision. Slowly she lowered the bottle, opened her mouth and stared at me.

“You are serious? How?”

“He knows someone who shipped them into the country.” Not a lie, but not exactly the truth. I saw her eyes dancing back and forth as her drunk-addled brain tried to start forming plans in her head. The girl wasn’t the best student based on that gorgeous rack and ass. “Don’t worry about it, he wanted to talk to you, Cedric, and Viktor tomorrow anyway.”

“We...I should…” she seemed flighty now, she calmed when I mentioned planning. “You are right, tonight is not for tomorrow. Live now, or regret later.” She took another small sip and handed it to me. I graciously accepted and sniffed right before taking a drink.

Have you ever had Veela wine? I never have. My vision turned a shade of luminescent green blue as I watched people around me take on after images that danced and followed them. To a normal person, it is not a good idea. Veela make it, and to them its basically a lighter form vodka. To a muggle...yeah no. But to a witch it’s basically a ‘hallucinogenic aphrodisiac’ as Hermione called it later, ramped up to 11.

I don’t remember a single thing about the rest of the night, just flashes of smiles, kissing someone, running, laughing, some screams and pain, then more running and feeling nervous. I dreamt of cats on fire, but not in pain like...just burning cats….it was that kind of night.

It was how I woke up though that was the problem. Hung over, staring at a ceiling I didn’t know...and sore in ways I didn’t want to admit. It took every ounce of courage I had to look to my right to see who’s arm I was sleeping on.
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