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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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That ass was phenomenal, we didn’t even make it half way before I had to get my hands on it. She gave a bit of a gasp as she stopped, and I ran my palm back and forth across the goosebumps as I spun her around.

“Harry, don’t--” The kiss was demanding, and she complied easily as I spun her into me. One good thing about years and years of marital experience is learning what does and does not work. Apparently when you put two fingers flat across an asshole and push magic straight up into the core of a woman...it works really, really well. “UUUHHHH!!?!?!” I couldn’t help but laugh at the really, really confused noises she made right before nearly cumming down both legs. Actually she may have actually just cum, but as wet as she stayed there was no real way to tell.

“Jelly legs, NOW.” I grabbed her wrist and pointed her wand at her own chest as I picked up her fully by the ass. I heard the spell incantation right as my knees hit the bed and I scooted us both up the sheets. “I hope you at least used toys or something.” I muttered as I buried my face in her neck and lined myself up.

She opened her mouth to answer me, but as I bottomed out it went from caught breath to squealing, to a confused gurgle; in one smooth stroke. I stayed that way for probably 15 to 20 seconds before slowly pulling out and sliding back in. No squeal this time, but the choked gurgle remained. “H-harry--”

“This is better than I could have hoped…” I groaned as my hips clapped against the inside of her thighs, and leaning back I captured both of her legs and put them up on my collar bones.

“No-no-no-no-no-no--” I dropped my bodyweight, and even with the jinx on I could feel her legs trying to kick and get away. “Too deep!” I managed to shag her shallow and fast for a few seconds before catching my breath.

“Are you hoping for a boy or a girl?” I grinned looking down at her, enjoying my newfound gift to completely shut her brain down with words. I promptly restarted it with a swift ‘CLOP’ of ballsack to the ass.

“I don’t… Harry-please…”

“I’ll make you a deal.” I stopped thrusting and let her lay there and pant up at me through half lidded eyes. I was pretty sure at this point I’d popped her cork at least once and I was less than 20 thrusts in. “I have total control now over...well…” I grinned and stroked her stomach with the back of my hand making her look down. “This year...lets have a nice healthy boy.” I watched her eyes water and her vision go distant at the thought, “and next year we can have girls, twins. No matter what they’ll probably all be as brilliant as you.”

“Next Ye-AAH?!”

I tucked her head into my neck and drove through her like a Bludger through a quidditch firstie. I wanted to spend all day tomorrow in bed talking about our plans, and the only way to do that was to really mess her up. Thankfully with the jinx on I wasn’t doing any real damage, at least physically. Emotionally the girl didn’t have a drop of sweat or pride in her by the time I felt my balls begin to tighten. I leaned back and was rewarded with a sight I would never forget.

Hermione was messy. Never mind the gunked up sticky pubes and the sweat... and the tears running down her face... and the drool leaking out of her mouth. No I mean messy messy. Sitting back on my feet changed the angle, and when my balls hit her ass she came.

Everywhere.

Her uniform was ruined, her hair was a matted nightmare, and her face looked like she’d just got out of the shower. Panting and glassy, the poor girl was completely checked out. This was good since I was way too close to manage being gentle. I’d been respectable in the shorts for my height before, growing feet of height had made me proportionately devastating. The fourth time I watched the bulge form just below her navel I unloaded.

The sound she made, I cannot describe it to you as anything other than primal satisfaction. She reached out to me in desperation but I leaned back, I needed this. My balls pulsed, and I felt her ass clench in answer every time my cock throbbed another fat stream of pearly seed straight into places never touched before tonight. By the fifth rope I was starting to feel light headed and spent, so I leaned over and took the offered arms around my neck with a chuckle. The kiss wasn’t nearly so hungry this time, at least not from me. I don’t know how long we laid there together, but I remember hearing her gasp and squirm after a few minutes. The spell had worn off, and she was no longer without the immunity to a good hard stretching out. I rolled onto my back and immediately felt her begin to shift away.

“Put it back in.” I grumbled lazily, my half hard rod feeling cold air for a few seconds before I had to groan at the sensation of it being re-enveloped in warm creamy heat. The gasps and sniffles as it disappeared again told me I had more than enough to keep her happy. The fingernails in my neck everytime I rolled my hips up into her also told me that my plan had worked. Forget walking, this girl wasn’t going to be able to sit up right tomorrow.

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The next morning I was woken by soft hands gently running across my chest. I slowly opened my one eye to peek, and couldn’t help but smile. Hermione’s face looked so content there, tucked up under my arm with her head on my chest. Her finger lazily drawing circles, at some point in the night she’d shed her layers, and I got my first little peek at the bust that was going to feed my first born. Not the biggest, but they were full and soft against my ribs. I laid there enjoying the morning for a few minutes, no words needing to be spoken.

“Good morning.”
My words made her finger freeze, and as she looked up at me I tilted my face. Why she looked so surprised I would kiss her was beyond me. My hand moved of its own volition, and I felt her gasp against my tongue as the nipple in my palm grew diamond hard. Hermione didn’t have round tits I found out, they were conical, her areola stabbing out and making them uniquely fun to handle. Cupping the base I brought my face down, slurping it like an ice cream cone before going back to that cute little mewling mouth.

“I still can’t believe this is all happening.” She gasped and clawed at the back of my head gently before pulling me up for another kiss. Apparently being repeatedly fucked to cross eyed tears was all she needed to reconcile her issues on the matter, at least from a hesitation stand point.

“Time to get up I suppose.” I grumbled and threw the covers off of us. Her astonished stare at my morning wood. “You okay?” I chuckled, only to stare myself as I wasn’t expecting her to reach out and touch it. Slowly palming the head she swirling her fingers until she was sliding her grip slowly towards the base.

“I just….you put this whole thing in…” I watched her take a shuddering breath, and I loved watching her stomach muscles tighten as those dancing fingers tips slid down, cupping my sack. “This is all real, but it's just so sudden.”

“I’ve known you for almost 4 years.” I took my hand off her chest and cupped her chin. I don’t know if pumping my dick with her grip was intentional as I kissed her lips but I didn’t care. “You’re my best friend, and I need your help in a way that I could never ask of anyone else. I also know that you’re...different from a lot of other girls in this school.” I smiled as she blushed. “So let me get Dobby,” I smiled as she covered her chest with a squeak as the little man popped into the room facing away from the side of the bed, “hey Dobs, can you send out those letters I left here last night? Thank you sir.” I waited until he popped away before turning back to a fuming girlfriend. Wife? Well, more than both by the end of the week.

“You really should warn me.” She didn’t seem that cross, “Since when did you…” I could tell she wanted to rant about House elves, and I couldn’t remember if this was the year she SPEW’d or not.

“I asked for Dobby’s help the same way I did for yours.” I smirked, “well not the same way, I don’t think any amount of magic would be able to make the poor fella walk again.” Her smacked expression lasted a few seconds before she laughed and swatted me.

“I’m not even sure I can walk again.” She giggled, a very new sound for me. She gave her best indignant squawk as I knee walked off the bed after scooping her up in a bridal carry. “Harry?! Where are you taking me?”

“Anywhere I can get you to bend over.” I replied calmly before opening the bathroom with my ass and spinning us inside. “Seriously? The bath. I had poor Dobby run you a bath last night, but you just wouldn’t get off my dick long enough to--”
“I beg your pardon?!” She popped me on the face, though with no real force behind it. “If I remember correctly you were the one who wouldn’t get out of me!”

“Amazing you remember anything honestly,” I grinned, not letting up, “you were cross-eyed and drooling by the time I put JJ in you.”

“I’ll have you….wait,” She blinked owlishly, raising an eyebrow. “J.J.?”

“James Jean…after our Dad’s.” I smiled warmly as I saw her tear up, her hand going to her navel and gently sliding across it. “And yes, before you even think it...the twins will be named Lily and Emma.” I could see her emotions bubbling, so I simply rested our foreheads together as I stepped into the tub.

“W-warm!” Hermione tried to climb me, whether that was the parts of her permanently cat-ified or just the fact that the temperature of the water as I sat down made my skin sting. She clung to me, breathing through her teeth. “This is too hot.”

“Dobby? Would you...thank you.” I nodded to the little man as he appeared and seemed to caress the air above the water until it was just above the temperature of tea let sit. I noted Hermione didn’t even try to hide her body from him, such was the level of fatigue bleeding out of her as I just held her in my lap and sighed at the ceiling.

“SO what now?” I heard her ask wistfully from the crook of my next as we lay emotionally and physically spent.

“Well, next I need to finalize my paperwork, accept the contracts coming in...fix the lock Dumbledore put on me--”

“Stop, stop stop stop-stop-stop.” Hermione grunted and raised up on an elbow looking me in the face, “back up. Slow down. Explain.”

“First off, Dumbledore likes blokes.” I got a ‘yeah no shit’ half sneer and nod from her so I pressed on. “I am a latent metamorphic.” That got more curiosity than surprise. “And in order to...try, and make me in his own image he locked my body into...well..what you used to see.”

“So this is the real you?” She smiled leaning in, and it was almost sexier hearing Hermione use dirty words knowing she was trying not to get caught even when it was just the two of us. Her whisper followed a kiss to my earlobe as she played with my arm. “That makes sense, I always knew you had to have a massive set of--”

“This is half of me.” I grinned giving her butt a playful pinch and getting her to giggle and grab my hand to get me to stop. “This half is the one he would have preferred actually. No actually my other ‘form’ as it were is part of the reason….” I paused and blushed, I couldn’t help it. Admitting something like this after years was so embarrassing, but if I couldn’t tell Hermione I’d never be able to tell..

“What?”

“I’m part girl Hermione.” I spit it out quickly, feeling her tense up and then side eye me with a ‘you’re bullshitting’ smirk. “No really, and if I’m being honest...you’re not the only one who has a crush on Ron.”

Just like that, the taboo name was out there, and I watched her cave in on herself. She really, really liked Ron...loved even in her own way. Here she was, laying in a bathtub with a man who’d just spent an evening railing her to the mattress and knocking her up, idly chatting about the boy she was too nervous to talk to about a relationship.

“I’m not ready to….this is not a conversation I can have right now Harry.” I felt her body pull tight to me and tense up in the warm water, so I threw my arms around her.

“Then can we talk about the fact you’ve been sucking his sister’s bean for the last year?” I saw stars as she rocked her head up to look at me, catching me under the chin.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so-- Harry it’s not what you think!”

“Please,” I laughed, testing my nose for blood, “explain to me how tongue-fucking a curl into Ginny’s toes all summer is ‘not what I think’, I am dying to hear about it.” I gave her a cordial squeeze as she burned bright red. “Explain slowly.”
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