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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 took my time walking down towards the dungeons, I wasn’t in any rush. I needed my boner to die down and that was not happening quickly after getting up inside Gin for a bit.

The cool, dark, and damp hallways gave me time to think about my plans, and about my wants. I wasn’t completely convinced I was out from under the world's thumb yet, but I was sure as hell well on my way.

The emancipation was a double edged sword, and something I was kind of counting on. I could be pulled into a court just like any other adult, but also that the law’s view of children didn’t apply to me either.

The Crabb Family was eventually going to come after me for line theft, that was a certainty, that was as certain as the bun I’d put in Millie’s oven. I would have to stand in as Ron’s Liege for the whole Daphne situation. Pretty sure Hermione’s parents were going to try me like an adult…and by that I mean try me out for target practice.

All the deals I’d made so far were back-alley at best and until I put my foot down on some necks it was all conjecture. That was the way the world worked in magical Britain, strength set the damn precedent. These were the thoughts in my head as I rounded the corner to the sounds of crying.

Normally, I avoid negative emotions. Honestly, I just don’t handle them well. Especially if they're coming from people I actually give a shit about, because I bounce around on the “I need to make this better” and “I need to not control people” scale. However the girl hugging her knees sitting in the alcove of the tunnel trying not to be noticed was not a concern for either of those ends of spectrum.

“Hey.” I knelt after approaching as quietly as I could. The dark mop of hair barely registered me for a second before using the heels of her palms to scrub the tears off her cheeks viciously.

“What do you want, Potter?” The words were as weak as I’d ever heard the venom coming out of her mouth. I waited for her to look away before showing any emotion.

“I take it you and Draco aren’t as tight as you used to be by the fact you’re half way out of the dungeons and balling your eyes out?” I got a glare over the top of her knee cap. Pansy Parkinson stood to her feet and, after dusting off her pants, went to walk back down the corridor. “Stop.”

I watched her lurch and look over her shoulder at me in fear as I walked up to her now frozen body. “W-what do you want?” I could see the fear in her eyes as she fought with her own magic to get away from me. I took her hand, and together we walked down the corridor. Her nerves were high strung, and I could see she was as curious as she was afraid for what I had in mind.

“You probably said some high and mighty shit.” I mused, glancing at her. It was nice that no one else was around or I wouldn’t have the time to hold her hand like this and talk. The girl seemed actually shocked I was taking time for her, even if I was berating her. “He’s not hurting for companionship, and definitely not for women looking to tell him what to do or how to act.” I stopped, and quickly spinning pressed her into the recessed wall behind the armor suit near the last bend in the hallway.

“Pott–” her mouth fell open, and I could see the fear in her eyes as I ran my thumb over the top button of her pants. “...please…I…”

I couldn’t tell if she was asking me not to or to keep going, but neither request really mattered in the back of my mind as I used my body to hide her from view in the dark corner. Sliding my hand down I cupped her crotch and felt her legs clamp around me.

“Open your fucking legs.” I growled softly, “Don’t make a sound.” I watched her eyes water and her jaw tremble as I curled two fingers, pushing fabric up into a pussy that was not the wettest I’d ever felt. Running my fingers through the back of her hair I made a fist as I pushed hard, sending her up on her toes and getting a choking sort of expression out of her as her chin stuck out and her lips curled back. “CUM.” I whispered the word and in from her nose as I pushed harder, feeling her legs tremble around my grip and picking her up completely off the ground by her hair and pussy. “AGAIN.” I hissed, feeling the fabric around my two fingers growing soaked before gently setting her toes down, listening to the tips of her shoes scuffle on the stone trying to find purchase before I let her heels touch.

“I…” anything else that came out was soft weeping as she fell against me. My fingers in her hair were puppet strings, and as soon as I cut them she crumbled into me with no strength left in her. I hadn’t planned on this, but I could use it to my advantage.

“You’re not pretty.”

The words seemed to shock her awake, and she looked up at me wounded.

“Your tits, aren’t big…” I spoke softly as I let my hands roam over her body, feeling her shift and deflect timidly. “Your ass if flat, you have a pouch belly…your face needs work…” I watched her grow increasingly distraught as I twisted the knife. “But…. you are mine.” I cupped her chin with a few fingers, making her look at me. “My wolf. No one else's. Even the ugliest bitch in the pack can make…” I kissed the tip of her nose, watching her blink the shock away, “gorgeous puppies. I need someone like you. Any great leader does….someone that people overlook till its too late. And when everyone else….all the pretty people fail me….you won’t.” I could see the wheels turning in her eyes, the fire stoking. “Voldemort–”I stopped when she shivered, “Had one….a nobody noble from a half-dead line that rotted on it’s own self importance. He taught her things, took her under his wing, and before anyone realized made her his right hand.” I could see her nipples getting hard in her shirt at the thought of my words. “Bellatrix Lestrange was nothing till V– till he chose her. She’s a skeleton of a woman and batshit crazy….but can I tell you a secret?”

The girl leaned in, awestruck by my words and I did my best not to smile…and failed…as I kissed her earlobe before whispering.

“I’ve been inside the Dark Lord’s mind….and I hope to Merlin you love it up the ass as much as she does.” I felt the daggers dig into my ribs as she clung to me, the shock and the arousal even after being forced to orgasm making her tremble. “Go get your night things, and call for dobby quietly when you’re alone. I have a new bedroom, and it's very large and cold at night. We’ll get you a dog bed at the foot for when you misbehave” I saw the glisten in her eyes again, “But tonight I think we could both use a good….cuddle. “

I turned and walked away without another word, feeling the eyes burning into my back as I rounded the corner. The peach was in view another 30 feet away and I ticked it without even thinking, opening the door to a very confused common room.

“Oh…uh….hi?”

I stepped in and let the door close behind me, looking back at the waif of a girl with a hand on her chest staring at me like I was on fire.

“Harry?”

I turned to see Millicent standing next to Susan who was in the middle of a conversation with Hannah. A rather heated conversation if I was reading the faces correctly.

“Hey M– Millicent.” I caught myself from using pet names in public. Officially we weren’t on the greatest terms yet. “I just came by to talk to Susan, hey did you know that Pansy is in the hallway…” I leaned in, “crying?”

The dark haired woman seemed to go distant for a second before worrying her hands. “Yeah, that is a private matter between her and Draco….and Hermione.” That was honestly all I needed to hear to know some bullshit was going on.

“You wanted to talk to me?”

Susan stepping up to the conversation completely changed the mood, and I turned to face her with a bit of bashfulness all told.

“Do you…uh…have a minute?” I looked around the room at the people looking at us. Half of them were at the party I threw a few weeks ago, the other half were very much in the Cedric camp. Seeing adoration and seething hatred mixed in a crowd is unsettling. Thankfully Susan just took Millicent’s hand and gestured for me to follow.
Unlike the dorms up in the tower, the badger holes were aptly named. Each year branched to a tunnel, and each student got their own room. Barely big enough to house the bed and a dresser, in fact if you stood next to the bed and bent over it you could touch both walls if you used a foot. But it was a private room… with a door that locked.

As soon as the door closed I felt hands on my face and lips on mine. “I missed you.” the words coming out of her mouth hit me harder than anything had in a long time, and I wrapped my arms around Millie and kissed her back for….I don’t know how long.

“Ahem,” Susan chuckled, “I hope this was not the only reason for your visit.”

“No-no…” I grinned, “I just think we’re all wearing too many clothes to be having the discussion I have in mind.”

“OH.” Susan blushed looking over at Millicent who was still in my arms and holding me tight. “I….both of us? You don’t want…..I don’t know.”

“Last I checked you two were tongue bathing each other’s bits,” I grinned, “why the shyness?”

“We haven’t…” Millie grimaced, “We’ve been very professional about it. I mean–”she held up both hands defensively, “we do it. But we’re still coming to terms with…”

“I had a girlfriend Harry,” Susan breathed out with a sigh, “and we….have been caught….several times. I’m trying to figure out—”

“Hannah right?” I interrupted, suddenly having an epiphany over Neville’s marriage. “Have you thought about…Oh I don’t know…bringing her into–”

“She wouldn’t understand,” Susan shook her head, “or accept it. As it is we’ve been playing it off as a…sudden interest and a curiosity. Millie’s never been with a girl so we experimented and–”

“Let me talk to her.” I sighed, “You don’t want to lose her right? I imagine if….if she lost you it would ruin–”

“God she’d be devastated,” Susan covered her mouth, “I mean I know that sounds egotistical.”

“No…I can’t imagine my life without you either now.” I grinned watching her try to hide in her hair with a smile.

“So…”

We both looked at Millie who’d spoken up, and I did a double take watching her shirtless body unfasten her skirt. I took as far a step back as I could as she squeezed past me to grab Susan by the shoulders.
I would give the kiss a 4 out of 10, but watching her start to unbutton the redhead’s shirt and press their bra’s together brought it to a solid 7. Turning back round she pushed me into the dresser to make room as she put both knees up on the bed. I was so distracted I didn’t notice Susan take off her panties till she was hanging them on the post on the foot board. Nervously smiling to me she got on her knees next to Millicent, and as one they bent over and stuck two of the biggest…whitest….smoothest asses I’d ever seen up in the air and straight at me.
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