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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 didn’t think we’d ever get out of that tub. Eventually though we both agreed that enough was enough and slipped out and into towels.

“So what does….’other you’ look like?” Hermione asked as we approached the sink and mirror setup attached to a table sitting on the canvas floor. The whole place had a very...camping sort of vibe. Still it did wonders for our privacy, as Hermione now fully understood and was beginning to loosen up. This was evident in the fact she no longer blushed or covered herself when I was checking her out.

“I…”

I couldn’t bring myself to think about it. In another life, I’d been hideous. A mangled amalgamation of female, emaciated and deformed. Ginny had been disgusted by the look in her eye the first time I’d ‘discovered myself’ in my twenties. It was not something I wanted to even see again, but something in my head was tickling at the notion of the differences in this life and the next. I walked out of the bathroom clutching my towel. I made it all the way to the far side of the bed before I felt her hand catch my wrist.

“Harry please...it’s okay.”

I turned and looked into the most compassionate eyes I’d ever seen. I knew there was no way I was getting out of this, I only hoped the thing she saw would not taint our relationship.

“Fffffine….” I groused and closed my eyes. The worst part was, it felt even more natural than my ‘normal’ form. Even back then when I hated it and myself….I could slip into my ‘other’ so easy like it was the original and all that I was only existed as an illusion.

My body melted like warm butter, my joints popped like a good stretch as I felt my weight shifting around. I heard her gasp, and I bit my lip to keep from crying as I finished the transition into “the freak”.

“Harry...you’re--”

“I know.” I sighed without daring to open my eyes.

“NO. Look!” I felt my hands being pulled, and I had to open them to keep from stumbling as I was pulled back into the bathroom.I spun in place as she pushed on my shoulders and my jaw dropped as I blinked.

“I have boobs?!”

It was silly that the first thing out of my mouth would be that. I was still a couple inches shorter than Hermione, but I was far from the emaciated waif I’d been the first time. Apparently the repairing of the damage had affected both forms, and ooh damn. I was so stunned by the rack that measured somewhere between Lavender Brown and Susan Sones that I didn’t even react when Hermione hugged them from behind and cupped their weight. I turned my head as her hand slid across my stomach, and I went up on my toes as a couple of fingers began to tease me into a panting mess.

“You are far from ugly.” Hermione gasped into my mouth when I finally let her pull free. I would have responded too if a firm grip on my neck hadn’t bent me over the sink. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel ever, the first time something went inside of me. It was not something you experiment with when your supposed soul mate and life partner hates that side of you. So the curled fingers sinking down the crack of my ass and hooking into my folds like melted butter sent a moan out of my mouth that would have ruined the front of half my dorm mates pants. Held firm she turned her hand, and I felt fingers that had been pointing at the small of my back from the inside aim towards my belly button.

And then she pushed.

“HRRNGUUHHH-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh…”

I was an inarticulate mess as I clung to the faucet like handle bars trying to run from the far more experienced girl. Tits in the sink and my back arched I came….and then I did it again. And then again. I was barely able to breath, and I panicked as I saw spots through my third trying desperately to grab her hand and eventually just letting my legs give out and fall to the floor without hitting my face on the sink.

“Good girl.”

The phrase came out of her a giggle as I looked up and her amused and lusty expression. I felt the tangey tart taste I’d not known dance across the finger shoved into my mouth. As I watched the digit pull free I stared up at Hermione licking the taste of me off the other two before grinning down at me.

“Well, I like this side of you.” She licked her lips and I blushed as she helped me to my feet. I half expected to be returning the favor, and then I remembered that a certain young man had plowed her ragged last night. She was probably too sore for anything like that. “So…” She helped me walk to the bed since my legs had abandoned me. “Do you want to go out like that...or as Harry?”

The thought had not honestly occurred to me that I could walk unseen in the populace like this.

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I was so flush with embarrassment I thought I would die.

Hermione was rather cross that my bust wouldn’t even begin to fit in her bra, and my ass was half and again big enough to pop her undies. As it was I was in a pair of Lavender Brown’s underwear(how she got a hold of that thong was beyond me) and no amount of searching could find me a bra that fit in Gryffindor tower. Freshly fingered, sensitive, and wet; the thong was a poor choice. Still the way it rode made me feel...attractive. Odd to put into words but it validated some part of me. I was sexy as hell, my ass hanging out of a thong back and my hard nipple on display for anyone who was fucking dumb enough to try to reach for my over robe.

Dobby set us outside, so I got a chance to walk out in the courtyard. No one seemed to care about me. I could see the buttons for “Potter stinks” on a few people, but they weren’t pointing them at me. I was anonymous, unseen for the first time in... I don’t know how long.

We made it all the way over to the carriages for Beauxbaton when I heard talking behind us and turned.

“Is your hero still hiding?”

I felt my blood run cold. Malfoy. I fought the instinct to hide my scar, but in this shape my hair was longer, and my bangs were more than enough with the way they framed my face. I took a half step behind Hermione since she seemed to be the target of conversation.

“He’s resting Draco,” Hermione was trying to use her diplomatic voice, but it still came out the ‘I will fucking kill you, worm” tone it always did with him. I however noticed something for the first time. Draco was sneering and had his face off center like he was disgusted, but he was staring straight at her tits. The little horndog was getting an eyeful. Worst of it all some stupid part of me was jealous. The sudden idea hit me so hard I nearly tipped over.

“Who’s your friend?” Draco seemed to have switched targets, and in my panic I noticed Hermione was getting her wand out.

“Jamie,” the name came to me naturally, a play on my middle name as I stuck both hands behind my back causing my chest to thrust out just barely. It was more than enough for him to notice though, and he didn’t even try to pretend like he wasn’t trying to burn a hole in my robes with his eyes as he looked me up and down. “Beauxbatons, charmed.” I held out my hand and felt the shiver up my spine as he took the offered hand curiously before kissing the knuckle. “Is this a friend of yours Hermione?”

“No--”

“Yes,” Draco butted in, putting a hand over mine, “though probably more accurately to say she’s...a friendly school rival. You probably saw her boyfriend collapse at the Cup Ceremony, Potter.” He went to kiss my hand again and I pulled it away.

“Poor boy,” I feigned thought tapping my finger that he’d kissed against my lips, enjoying the way I’d found to do something I hadn’t managed in 4 years at Hogwarts: Get Draco Malfoy to shut the fuck up. “It was so obvious what happened to him, and no one did anything…magically forced into that tournament.”

“W-what?”

I actually had him hanging on my every word, and I left him there.

“Hermione we should go, I am rather looking forward to getting out of these clothes you borrowed….” I grinned and stepped up to Draco. For all his bluster the little guy froze as I had a few inches of height on him as well. Leaning in I whispered in his ear, “They barely fit as it is. See?” giving the lobe a slight peck of the lips as I made sure we were closed off from prying eyes at the sheer proximity. To everyone else around I was whispering some kind of secret, to Draco his world was imploding. I’m not going to lie, feeling the way his palm trembled against my nipple through my shirt and robe felt...amazing. I wish I could say the same for the bulge in his pants.

“Umm…” I could see sweat actually rolling down his temple even in the cold air outside.

“We should hang out sometime..” I giggled at him, genuinely as I was having way too much fun with this. “Just the three of us. I’m sure we can become great friends” I took a step back and watched him blush, nod, blush harder, looked down at my tits, over at Hermione’s tits, Hermione’s face, bite his bottom lip in what was probably shame or anger I couldn’t tell.

“Have a very pleasant evening…...Hermione,” He bowed slightly before turning to me, “you as well Jamie.” I had to shake Hermione’s hand a bit as we both stood there staring at the boy stomping off towards the castle at power walk speed.

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“What did you SAY to him?!” Hermione was laughing as we sat down on the rock by the lake. We’d decided to camp out in view of the Durmstrang ship and just enjoy the day, a couple of girls on the beach for all it was worth in this fucking freezing air.

“Oh, nothing too bad.” I grinned and blushed remembering the boy who didn’t even have the will to squeeze when I put a handful(well, much more than that) of tit in his hand. I leaned my head back, enjoying the sunlight for what it was when I heard the crunch of sand and gravel that made up our shitty little beach and sighed as I looked up. And froze.

“H-hey Hermione. Can we talk?” I couldn’t close my mouth as Ron Bilius ‘foot-in-mouth’ Weasley came walking up and sat on the rock across from me. Every distant stray embarrassing thought I’d ever had came screaming back to my mind, now making my situation much, much worse.
“Sure Ron,” Hermione’s voice replied slowly, looking at me out of the corner of her eye as I adjusted my skirt to keep my thighs covered, suddenly adorned with a fresh set of goosebumps. Hermione didn’t have it as bad as I did. Sure she was crushing on him like I was, but she hadn’t spent years watching him get dressed...get out of the shower. She hadn’t pretended to be asleep in the same room and listened to him beating that fat fucking slab of breeder meat he had swinging between his knees.

“Who’s your friend?”

Did all the boys do this? Did freaking Harry? As I held out my hand I realized I’d been thinking about my other half in the third person this entire time. Like cognitively we were different people or something, and as he clumsily shook it I realized they were. Harry didn’t have feelings for Ron. Not ‘those’ kind anyway. Harry wanted his best mate to go on broom rides and fuck off all day doing nothing. Jamie meanwhile was tracing the curves of his lips wondering if he went as hard eating pussy as he did dinner.

“J-Jamie…” I realized I was blushing, and his soft smile only made it worse. The look on Hermione’s face when I glanced over only made me feel guilty. “Beauxbatons.” I supplied only one word, he quirked his head before nodding quickly getting what I meant.

“How you liking Hogwarts?”

“You wanted to talk, Ronald?”

Both Ron and I perked up like owl’s at her “you’re in fucking trouble” tone.

“Um.. Yeah I can’t find Harry. I want to….god I’m just angry that he did--”

“What in our time together Ron makes you think he wanted this to happen?” Hermione cut him off, and I could see him beginning to bluster. “You saw what happened to...his body.” She trailed off staring at the floor for a bit, and Ron joined her.

“I don’t mean...look I know he didn’t want THIS to happen.” Ron ran his fingers through his hair in a very ME sort of way and I hid my smile. “But he had this thing of doing stuff, harmless stuff, that blows up in his face. The guy can’t catch a break, sometimes I just want to lock him in a room with some books and food and tell him to come out when he’s 50.” The boy laughed and looked back towards the castle. Hermione and I shared a look, and her eyes got big as I winked, she was shaking her head ‘no’ vehemently. When he turned back we were both statuesque and bored. “Do you know where he is?”

“I do.”

Both of them turned to me and I feigned sweating as I fanned myself.
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