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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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So it turned out Lavender was not as tight lipped about things as I would have hoped.

I found out over breakfast from Neville things I’d never known in my past life. Things like the fact that Parvarti was betrothed to Seamus in their 6th year. Yeah apparently their father was From Pakistan. An Native from India got pushed out during some big event that shoved a lot of Indian-born out of the country? The muggles thought it was religion based but it was actually more like the magical equivalent of ethnic cleansing meets death-eater level superiority complex.

Their dad was looking for a solid foothold in the Isles. Hence hogwarts tuition, hence being very open to a date with a very prominent figure in my past life. And in this life the girls knew from a loud-mouth wife that he had a thing for banging the hell out of and knocking up and or marrying girls he took a fancy to.

This is why I came into my living room just after lunch to three very heated and conversing girls after last night's fiasco. Lavender was as much to blame for running her mouth, but being put on the tag-team train to tongue-town by her bestie and bestie’s twin sister was still not okay.

“I can’t believe you–”

“Lavender you really–”

“Stay out of this–

“Don’t talk to my–”

I whistled, which was a mistake. Their shock and surprise quickly turned to a mix of cold glare and betrayed eyebrows. I made my way into the room proper and sat down in a chair not too close by and watched as they tried and failed to pick up where they left off before focusing on me.

“So, judging by the fact that Lavender was able to tell you a secret locked behind a magical oath…” I held out a hand in the air, tilting my head and watching the two gossip girls of Gryffindor look at each other.

“Lavender and I have a magical oath to only share details about secrets we know if we feel it would make the other’s life better.” I guess that must have been Parvarti considering her response, but the fact that her sister was sitting between them was a little odd.

“Harry, our father is prepared to reward you for your assistance.” THAT must be Padme, logical and progressively edging the conversation back where she needed it to be. “I realize we are not your ideal, but I can assure–”

“Whoah whoah whoah…” I cut her off holding up a hand, “Who said anything about that?” I looked at the two girls who were looking back at Lavender who was chin to tits. “Lavender?”

“Well, Harry most of your girls are….I mean I’m an acception….”

My brain clicked, and I would have been offended if I didn’t find it so funny. The laughing must have confused them but I couldn’t help it.

“You think I’m racist.”

“Lavender Potter…” I snickered the words, and apparently the twins weren’t up to date on everything, cause Lavender’s blush was almost as big as their eyes as they stared at her, “as the woman carrying my FIRST BORN SON,” I was laying it on thick but I didn’t care, and her face was pleading for me to stop, “and as to date the ONLY woman who has rode me under her own power….”

“Harry I get it.”

“No, I’m asking you…genuinely,” I leaned forward, “If these two are willing to sign contracts I’ll let them in on nothing more than your recommendation, but they’ll be wolves,” I gestured to the twins now looking confused, “but my selection was based on culture as much as looks. You’re not just a piece of ass, you’re a good friend. I wouldn’t just make babies with anyone I thought was smoking hot.” I watched her smile softly. “So these two are now an obvious answer, but my question to the woman most qualified to judge my…” I fought for the word, “proclivities? Do you honestly think we could include someone like Li Su without–”

“Oh Merlin Harry!” Lav actually laughed out loud, putting a hand over her mouth and bending forward as her stomach tensed from the humor, “You’d split her in half! All this time I thought–”

“You thought I only picked you because I was out of options? Honestly Lavender…” I did my best impression of Hermione making all three of them smirk, “If you think for one second that because you’re black I find you less attractive….I can give you a real reason to be embarrassed right now.”

Now only the twins were smiling, Lavender’s face was a cold sweat mixed with a raw emotion I couldn’t quite understand. She went from open mouthed shock to a slow soft smile that almost seemed sad and happy at the same time.

“My throat still hurts from last time, so I-I think I’ll pass.” She grinned, winking at me.

“Throat?” Padme looked back and forth between us, “you meant he puts it in your–”

“From screaming.” Lavender’s maternal finality in that statement, like she was scolding a teen girl who didn’t know anything, was amusing as much as it was a turn on. It was good to see her exploring her sexuality and being a little more bold. The girl was normally outspoken, flirty, and overly evocative. Add sexually free to that and I was going to be a happy man for a long, long life.

“So I’ll get paperwork done, and you can supervise the process Lav,” I winked back at her, “I trust the mother of my child to at least look out for our best interests that much.

“Hold up–”

I left those two to whisper back and forth as I waved to Padme who was like a puppet with cut strings watching me walk out, barely lifting her arm to wave back.

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The twins signed on, and I attached them to a graciously accepting and wild eyed Seamus. I learned the aftermath on monday. Apparently the girls were a bit dazed and timid, and I thought I was going to need to give him some ‘hard lessons’ on how to treat a lady.

Then I found out he was in the infirmary. Neville had actually come to confess he was part of the problem. Being given permission over the wolves he hadn’t thought of how it could be abused until Seamus had come and asked him to order him around.

‘Not go soft until he wants to.’ was a dangerous request that we added to the ‘never without supervision list’. Between that and an engorgio held until he was literally magically exhausted, well he commended himself admirably. Apparently he was a patient, caring, and determined lover when the feeling hit him. I was even impressed that he didn’t go for the twin fetish. Each girl lost their cherries in the loving embrace of night and the arms of a man who almost had a supernatural sense of what they were going through.

I tried and failed not to laugh though,and I had to leave the room while they were telling all of this proudly to the wolves gathered in a circle in my little library where I held my meeting that week. They seemed oblivious to the actions subtly happening around them.

Ginny was nodding, a soft smile on her face as she casually laced her fingers with Nevilles so no one would realize he was groping her chest slowly and methodically.

Draco was the one actually doing the work in the back of the crowd, and I could see the exact details, but the part of the long skirt hanging behind Hermione’s knees was swishing suspiciously as she stood there in a daze with his arm around her.

Daphne wasn’t even being subtle, but someone how neither twin noticed she was literally just petting the bulge in Ron’s pants like she was trying to calm down a tiger.

I hoped for his sake Seamus recovered, and that he’d made one hell of an impression. By the time he got back out of the wing he wouldn’t be married to the same girl’s he had last week.

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It was one week before the dance before I even realized it, and it was a mad scramble to get the last few things done.

Hermione was a nervous wreck, having been told about a week back that she was actually bait. To say she was upset was like saying her hair was a bit tangled when we first met. Lavender actually took her side, and I had to defend myself on my stance as to why she was being used thusly.

My cover story went as followed:
1. She and I knew each other, so in the event I had to save two people, I could bring her wand and we could help each other.
2. She was a competent and knowledgeable person, and The bubble head charm was one I’d made sure a month ago with both know. That meant that even without me she was more prepared than other candidates
3. As one of the most mature of the group(total lie) and the most experienced sexually, she could deal with Viktor and the obligations of the tournament better than anyone.
The last part had been awkward, but I’d heard stories from Hermione for years when she got drunk on Viktor’s prowess and power that night. She’d been a little off for a week after, and she’d confessed to being bowlegged for days from it.

What she didn’t know was that I’d talked to Viktor about the ordeal a decade after the fact. He had indeed rocked her world, and thanks to a confundus and some firewhiskey so had 3 of his closest friends.

This time I’d pulled him aside, and he’d seemed shocked and a little nervous when I’d confronted him on his plans. I’d assured him that I wasn’t made, and that as long as he was gentle with her I was open to about anything.

Viktor it turned out was ravenously bisexual, and had both girlfriend and boyfriend on top of random lovers. The reason he’d been so nervous was actually a concept I could understand at this point. He wasn’t just nervous about protecting the person he cared about, he also had to worry about playing roulette with who would be kidnapped if he wasn’t careful. He accepted my one condition gladly, if a bit awkwardly, and we moved on. The fact that Hermoine was okay with other women seemed to even give him a bit of eagerness now.

There would be less drinking this time, and no confundus. Hermione would get to live out and remember her post-yule-ball experience. It’s an odd sensation, it was almost like a surprise party. I knew how badly in her previous life she’s held a candle for Viktor, Idealizing that man for a single night in their lives. In less than 10 she was going to be a pair of flailing ankles in a pile of sweaty grunting teenagers. Viktor assured me she would be the center of adoration and attention.

Part of me wondered what parts of the girl I knew as Hermione from before would change after this. I can only imagine how many factors of her self image came from a night of being absolutely ravaged by an older boy who doted and admired her for nothing more than being her. Now she was going to be the queen of the maypole as it were, half a dozen men older than her using her in every conceivable way and worshiping her for it the entire time.

Who knows, maybe she’d actually be better off for it. Confidence in her looks was never something Hermione was big on. She was already expressing herself more openly and honestly about her sexuality in this life. Now that the concept was ‘taboo’ and ‘naughty’ instead of a normal relationship construct the the girl was having more sex with Ron in a month than they had in a year of their marriage in their last life.

These were the thoughts running through my head as I made my way to the towers.
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