Memoirs of Fate | By : TragicBackstory Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 23587 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3 |
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“This night is amazing.”
That one sentence summed up our night as Hermione’s head rested firmly against my chest. This was our second time dancing of the night, and our first slow dance. Padme and Parvarti were off taking a break at our table, chatting it up with Lavender and Ron.
“Just make sure you live a little.” I felt her stir, and I looked down at her as she eyed me curiously. “Nothing is guaranteed, not even for people as amazing as us. Tomorrow you’re going to be bait in a death trap.” I felt her tense, so I squeezed the arm around her waist and kissed the back of her hand. “I promise I will lose this tournament, this country, and my bloody fucking mind before I ever let you get hurt.”
“How…you always…” she looked like she was going to cry for a second, then she smiled softly and laid her head back down on my chest. “Honestly, Harry. You can be so sweet sometimes, why aren’t you like this more often?”
“Well, why aren’t you filthy?” I chuckled a whisper, making her head whip up, “I was always told by older blokes that the smartest women have enormous libido’s and wicked imaginations.”
I thought I’d had her till I felt a little pinch on my ribs.
“Who says I don’t? I just have more self control than some…”
I rolled my eyes, no doubt who that jab was directed at. I looked around at my entourage, which I was arrogant enough at that point to call them, and smiled again.
Draco had taken it upon himself to teach Ron how to dance, much to Daphne and Pansy's delight. Daphne because it gave her a reason to be Ron's more sophisticated dance partner, and Pansy because Draco needed someone to show off with.
I could tell she still held a candle for him, and part of me felt bad. However, knowing what had become of her, a drunk dying on the floor of her ancestral home after crawling in a bottle from shame and sadness at losing him from her own ideology on blood supremacy? I prefer live, happy, on a leash, Pansy.
Neville was chatting up Hannah of all people, who was shielding not so subtly an intrigued Susan Bones. Those three were going to be an interesting dynamic going forward, and I couldn't wait to watch.
Colin was dancing with Ginny and they looked like they were having a blast. The inclusion of Seamus and Dean was also on my mind as they all laughed and I watched the tall dark boy put his arm around her. It didn’t help when Astoria came bounding up with someone I wasn’t expecting in tow.
I knew that Ginny was trying to actively recruit her, but I didn't know it was going so well till the two hugged and began jumping up and down as the song began to pick up to something more than. A slow dance.
Taking Hermione's hand I decided to lead her over to the group. The new figure Astoria was standing didn’t even look at me as they shook hands with Dean.
"Harry Potter," I held out my hand, watching him look down at it without even pitching his head, "Draco must have told you about me? Incredibly handsome, great on a broom, insufferable arsehole and a braggart?"
I actually got him to smile, and I managed not to wince as Blaise Zambini with his lithe frame managed to crush my fucking fingers.
"I might have heard a thing or two. So are you ready for tomorrow, Potter?"
"Is anyone ever?" I quipped.
"Only the smart."
"Oh, be nice." Astoria swatted his chest, and the two of us locked eyes, and I could see the internal smirk from Blaise as he put a hand on the small of her back.
"No, I suppose we all have to live up to our stereotypes, I'd hate it if someone didn't underestimate me for once." I didn't break eye contact as I watched his composure not even change as he shrugged.
"We can't all be Malfoy."
And with that he was leading her away, and I could feel the pit in my stomach growing. There was always a bit of bad blood in my past life between the Zambini and the Malfoy, and I didn't know at the time why but I was getting a good idea.
"Sorry,"
I turned and saw Ginny staring after the girl rather than me. It wasn't till they'd disappeared into the crowd that she looked up.
"He doesn't seem to like anyone, it's not just you."
"Good to know." I grinned down at her, the. Looked at those still gathered around nervously. Seamus and Dean couldn't be more postured if I'd asked them to kick his ass for me. Colin looked curious yet hesitant. Standard Colin. I smiled at them and like that they melted back into party mode.
"Oh hey Harry," Dean tapped me on the Shoulder," Mate you gotta tell me where you keep getting these girls from." He smirked at me, "Seamus was telling me about this girl you know, Jamie, you gotta–"
"Mate lay off–"
"No no," I held up a hand to a very scared Seamus, "I really need to hear this, what does he say about her?"
"Oh plenty," Dean was rubbing his friend hard and loving it, "Prettiest girl you got, but he blew any chance he ever had with her the moment they met."
"Oh really?"
"Says she's like an angel but won't take shit off anyone, sounds like my kind of girl." I glanced over, watching the expressions on Seamus, Ginny, and Colin devolve from horror to mild amusement as they watched my reaction. "Poor guys got it bad, said he'd cut off his right arm for another chance. Mate you gotta put in a good word for him. Blokes got it bad."
I counted to ten, watching the absolute banshee level internal screaming in Seamus's eyes.
"Funny you should mention that." I patted Seamus on the arm. "I meant to ask you to introduce me to Michelle."
Seamus' eyes got real big, and I heard Ginny snort and Colin chuckle.
"Who's Michelle?"
"Dean, you wouldn't believe me if I told you." I never broke eye contact with Seamus, " but you're right, hell I'll let her know, she's gonna need a date for the after party dance."
"After– you're throwing another party?" Dean completely missed the sea-sick look on the ginger’s face as I gave his ribs a back handed pat and turned back to Hermoine.
“Some days I can’t tell which part of you is more mischievous, and which is just cruel.” Hermione clutched to my arm as we made our way over to Neville and the two lovely women standing by the punch.
“Harry!” Susan seemed to be in full ‘rescue me’ smile as she bounded up and gave me a hug, much to the other two’s dismay. Apparently the bad blood of a bad marriage was still running in the back of Nev’s mind and it was spilling over into his composure. I decided to intervene in my infinite wisdom and finite grace.
“Did you talk to her about the coven yet?” I whispered to Susan’s ear, and I could see the act wasn’t making Hannah happy in the slightest. The girl was a bit territorial, and I couldn’t help it that I stayed a little longer than I should till I got a scowl to my amusement. “Bring her tonight.”
“T-tonight?” I saw the look of apprehension on her face as she stepped back over towards, more like was pulled by, Hannah. I ran my fingers through my hair and looked back over to where Neville was curiously watching but at a nonchalant glance rather than staring like Ron was from halfway across the room.
“Considering the shit that the tournament is about to pull…” I leaned back in, this time I scowled back when Hannah tried to get between us. “I’m not taking any chances with anyone getting kidnapped. You and Hannah are welcome to stay at my–”
“We’re not sleeping in the tower Potter.”
I was a little surprised, but I was more at Susan’s reaction. Hannah didn’t even seem to notice with the way she was glaring at me till she turned her face.
“His name is Harry. Yes I would love to use one of your spare bedrooms in the mansion, I’m not sure I want to invite Ms. Abbott though, Lord Potter. Thank you for your concern.” I was pretty much too confused and flabbergasted to react to the curtsey as Susan left us both in the dust.
“Sue? Sus- Susan!”
I let those two run off into the distance, I had other pressing issues.
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I didn’t get up to much mischief, sadly, that night.
Oh did I want to ever want to. I had Susan and a very grumpy Hannah sleeping on my bedroom lounge and a playfully hopeful set of twins on the other one cuddling up without a care in the world. Needless to say I was borderline in need of a stupefy by the time I got to sleep.
There are so many tales about me and the tournament out there that I'm not going to bore you. Fluer was unnecessarily targeted for being a creature of fire along with her sister. Hermione was rescued by shark boy, and that left me and Cedric to figure things out.
The only real difference this time is that I was having none of the merfolk bullshit. You'd be amazed what a bombarda will do to a crowd of people 20ft away under water.
I tossed six before I was even in the town square.
Without hesitation I snagged my two prizes, trying not to look Mine in the face as I left her behind.
We were rapidly getting to the point where knowledge of the past wasn't going to mean shit.
I hauled 2 extra asses towards the surface, looking this way and that. There was a bit of timing I needed to make, and as I saw it out of the corner of my eye I smirked all the way to my gills.
Fluer was being lifted out of the water by the invisible divers. I paced myself with them and broke the surface just after they did.
By the time my girlfriend was conscious she was already in her little sister's arms. I managed to look bashfully embarrassed as she staight fucking snogged me in front of a sea of reporters. Snogging Ron too helped, Rita just played it off in front of everyone as very affectionate and overwhelmed with emotion.
This was the morning of my first day of the rest of my life, and I found that out at lunch when the paper landed in my plate.
"Break in at the Ministry! Dark Lord's followers run a muck!!"
The title almost made me smile and blow my cover.
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"And so, once we hit the time turners we went straight for the hall of prophecy."
Aunt Eridana aka former uncle Sirius was no less animated than they'd been in their previous life as they explained the operation going off without a hitch.
I'd been very specific with what needed to happen, and exactly who they were allowed to bring. The small team from the order of the Phoenix wrecked the ministry for the greater good. Tonks and the Marauders had made a holy hell of things while the rest, oblivious, tried to fight them off.
The ministry was in shambles, especially since I'd had Tonks disguise herself as Bellatrix for the entire assault. Now the ministry was locking down Azkaban like a goblin vault and Dumbledore was in possession for the last two time turners in England. The plan itself was coming together nicely.
These were the thoughts running through my mind as I held the woman in my arms and let her softly breathe in my ear as she bordered on snoozing. Apparently I owned a cuddle dragon. She found the soft bodies borderline useless at first, now she hardly left it. As people filed in for the evening meeting she was straddling my lap naked as a babe and burying her face in my neck.
"That looks comfortable." Daphne quipped and put an arm around Ron's waist snuggling in comfortably. I winked at her and blew a kiss, getting the desired rile out of Ron as they all sat down to the table.
“The story was a joy to write honestly,” Rita Black, glowing and clinging to the side of Remus that Eridana was pretending like she was unintentionally leaning against, took over. “The are trying to find someone with more modern experience to evaluate their security. I may or may not have hinted that they need to look outside of pureblooded resources.” She preened and touched her stomach. I had completely forgotten in my shame to counter that possibility.
Ordering Eridana to give Remus a son had been planned, but the man’s aching balls hadn’t been done that night by a long shot. I still had plans to make my godson teddy a reality, but he’d end up being Remus’s fourth child, not his firstborn, at this point. In her last life Rita had not a child to her name, and I wondered how having a set of twin girls beat into her guts was going to change her moving forward. I’d made Aunt Eri spill the details against her will…and apparently she’d drifted off to sleep long before Remus had finished, the sound of flesh on flesh a metronome that mused her unconsciousness.
“M-morning…”
I turned and smiled at Hermione walking into the room on unsteady legs trying to gently brush her tangled hair. Lavender got up from her seat and after some angry whispering, guided Hermione to a chair and began brushing her hair out.
My best friend had been gangbanged, and I’d gotten the details of that from Viktor in detail just to make sure. Not an inch of her body had been spared compliment or cream by the end of it. The four young men and two women he’d brought kept the process from being demeaning, assuring her compliance and respect.
I caught her eye and she quickly looked back down at the table turning beat red. I knew, and she knew I knew. How she’d had a man in every hole, screaming through orgasm after orgasm. Shared the taste of cock and cum with other girls she’d just met and eaten Viktor out of unmentionable places all while being practically worshiped. She’d ended the night getting eaten by those same girls while the boys wanked on her face together.
This was Draco’s new bride, and as he walked into the room I could feel the tension off everyone else as he stopped in the door and then turned to walk over to her. Everyone, including me, was holding their breath as she didn’t look up.
“I do hope you had fun.”
Hermione was as surprised by his comment, and the fist full of the back of her head, as she wrenched her head back to look up at him as he snogged her stupid. It was actually Ginny who laughed, and that broke the rest of us into a soft clap like it was some kind of play or something.
“So I have to have a chat with Cedric,” I saw a few scowling eyebrows from the boys present, but as I was currently Harry I gave less than a shit, “We’ll be making our debut to the world after the last task. There will be no going back after that, I suggest we all get situated properly in our affairs. That means Neville needs to make a choice….and so does Susan.” I eyed the two huffs at the edge of the table, one looking very confused. “Did you even ask her if she wanted to be part of this yet? I don’t want to break your heart Sue, obliviating her would be awful on all of us.” Hannah for her part looked like someone had just pointed a wand at her face, which I guess I kind of did.
“Choice? As in make Hannah a wolf? That’s not that hard a choice.” Millicent shrugged, looking to me for a better answer. I didn’t want to spoil it so I waited looking at Susan who was staring at her lap growing red.
“Meanwhile…” I tapped the back of the girl straddling me and hanging her chin over my shoulder, making her look up. “I think I have an arrangement, and a question, that should be considered with great care.”
She cocked and eyebrow till I gestured with my jaw to the other side of the table, causing the woman spooning her breakfast into her mouth gracefully to stop and look up.
“Yes Harry?”
I love the way she always said my name, and I could feel the naked body crushing my zipper squirm feeling my reaction.
“What do you think the child of a dragon and a Veela would look like?” I saw her eyes go wide and felt the body on top of me tense, “I mean, those magics; the power, the grace….I can only marvel at the creature that would come from such a union.”
“I…..I….the tourna–”
“Prevents you from birthing a child yes….but to sire one puts you in no danger.” I smirked as I could feel the breathing of the gorgeous creature on me get faster by the second.
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Author Notes:
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Back after such a long Haitus. I ended up losing all the stories I had on other sites to hard drive failure, and then the sites themselves going down. got really disheartened and just stopped posting everywhere for a good long while. Glad to be back.
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