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Wives & Girlfriends	By : smutlover Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 44872 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"Now I will pair you up so that you can work together with your potions. I expect the exact potions from each of you!" came the silky, sneering voice from one greasy haired professor. Yes, you guessed it. The Gryffindor third year students had potions with professor greasy git Snape. They always shared the class with his favoured Slytherins. He continued pairing the students until he called out, "Miss Davis, you will be paired with Mr Potter!" He said Harry's surname with contempt and had been giving Harry a hard time since his first year.

Tracey Davis was one of two Slytherins who did not taunt or speak to Harry with rudeness. In fact, Tracey and her best friend Daphne were in a study group with Hermione Granger, Harry's best friend, and they were often found in the library.

Tracey learned that Harry was not the attention or glory seeking person that Malfoy and his gang made him out to be. Inwardly, Tracey was a little interested in Harry Potter as a person, not because of his fame. She had often confided to Daphne that she would like a chance to get to know Potter a bit more. Daphne told her, "What are you waiting for Trace? Go and talk to him. You know I'll support you always."

"You think I should march to the Gryffindor table and say, 'excuse me Potter, I would like to get to know you better?' I'll be slaughtered Daph, it's not easy, especially with Weasel and Granger by his side. I don't mind Granger, but Weasel, come on," replied an exasperated Tracey.

Daphne thought about this and said, "Maybe you don't have to march to the Gryffindor table. I'll tell you what – in potions, if you ever pair up with Potter, you take your chance girl."

Tracey's eyes widened at that idea and said, "Oh Daph, I never thought about it. You're a life saver." She hugged her best friend and snuck a peek at one Harry Potter at the Gryffindor table.

Back to the present, when Tracey found out that she is paired with the boy she wants to finally talk to and get to know, she smiled and thought to herself, 'Now is my chance. I will be gentle with him.' They both started to work on their potions when Tracey opened up, "Hi Potter, we may not have spoken much, but I know that you're not the attention seeker that Malfoy and his dunderheads make you out to be. I would like a chance to speak with you and be friends with you, if you are willing. Oh, I'm Tracey Davis by the way."

Harry was surprised at her calm and sweet attitude. He inwardly thanked Snape for putting him with her. He said, "I'm surprised that a Slytherin wants to be friends with a Gryffindor Tracey."

The girl laughed sweetly and said, "Come on Potter, I don't believe in this bullshit of pure-blood supremacy. I am a half-blood myself. My best friend is Daphne Greengrass, and we are in a study group with your friend Hermione Granger."

She held out her hand for a friendship gesture, and he gladly took it. "If we're going to be friends, can you please call me Harry?" he asked politely.

"Of course, Harry," she replied smiling. She inwardly thanked her professor for pairing her with Harry Potter. "I like the fact that you don't care about your fame, and quite frankly, I want to get to know you as Harry Potter, not the boy-who-lived nonsense."

He chuckled and said, "Yeah, you got that right. It's nonsense, especially when I don't even remember the incident. Anyway, I like your courage that you came up to me, so I would like to get to know you, Tracey Davis. You are pretty, if I may say so."

Tracey smiled and said, "You really are a charmer Pot – err Harry. You're pretty good looking yourself. Let's finish this potion and get out of this hellhole."

Fifteen minutes later, they presented a perfect potion to their professor and he nodded, motioning for them that they can leave the classroom. Tracey winked at Daphne, who smiled back at her.

Harry and Tracey were walking out of the dungeons when he asked, "Where do you want to go Tracey?"

"Thanks for bringing this up Harry. Let's go to the library shall we?" They made their way to the library, and were noticed by a few smiling Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff prefects. At the library, they were greeted by a smiling Madam Pince. She commended them on promoting inter-house unity. Tracey led him to where she usually sits with her group. After sitting down, she said, "This is where I study. We have a small group from all of the houses, which includes your best friend Hermione, my best friend Daphne, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, Lisa Turpin from Ravenclaw and Blaise Zabini. He too doesn't follow this pure-blood supremacy crap, even though he is a pure-blood. Anyway, I admire your bravery and courage Harry, how you get out of your way to save your friends. I wish I had friends like that. Hermione told us so much about the school years and I would like to be your friend."

Harry was amazed at her confession and said, "I can tell you're serious Tracey. I would like for us to be good friends. I like helping my friends in time of need. That's what friends are for."

Tracey nodded and said, "Is it true you were raised by muggles? Not that I mind or anything, but are they that bad to you?"

Harry grimaced and said, "Yes to both of your questions. I know that some muggles are not that bad, but my so-called relatives are bad. Anyway, I really don't want to mention them."

"Ok, sorry to bring it up," she replied.

"Tracey, you didn't do anything wrong, it's ok. Now I would like to get to know things about you, your family and home life, your friends."

She thought about an answer, but said, "Hmmm, I would love to tell you, but this really isn't the place. We have to be somewhere relaxing, and you can tell me about your school escapades. We show and tell, how about that?"

"That sounds great. Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me sometime?"

Tracey's heart leaped within her and thought, 'Wow, he's asking me on a date. Get a grip girl, just take it before it's too late!' She replied, "Sure Harry, I would love to. How about this Saturday?"

"Sure. We can meet after breakfast," he replied.

"Great," she said, her heart overjoyed.

They separated ways for the time being after shaking hands again. Harry went back to the Gryffindor common room and told Hermione what happened between him and Tracey. She leapt with joy and said, "Tracey is a wonderful and really pretty girl Harry. You should give it a chance. By the way, she's a half-blood as well, not that it matters anyway."

"You seem to speak highly of her 'Mione."

"Well, she is my friend, not just a study group mate. We started out as that, but we got to know each other also," she replied.

"Ok, she does seem to be nice, and she is friendly. I'll give it a go. We're going to Hogsmeade this Saturday."

"I thought you can't go Harry?"

He raised his eyebrow and said, "I have my ways."

Elsewhere, Tracey told her best friend Daphne what happened between her and Harry. "I'm surprised you're getting through to him Trace, well done girl, but remember to snog him before someone else claims him."

"DAPHNE!" she screamed in surprise. "He may not be my boyfriend yet, but I will kiss him on our date. I don't want his fame or anything. I just want to get to know him."

"I'm with you girl. You know I support you. So when are you going out with him?" asked Daphne.

"This Saturday Daph and I can't wait," she said with a smile.

Saturday arrived at Hogwarts, and the students from third year were preparing to go to Hogsmeade after breakfast. Harry was dressing, and surprisingly, Ron never asked him who he is going with. He took his cloak and the Marauders map that Fred and George Weasley gave him a few weeks ago while trying to sneak to Hogsmeade. They showed him the enchantments and he actually recognised some of the Marauders. He had spoken with Remus Lupin and the DADA professor told him everything. Harry still couldn't believe that Sirius Black, aka Padfoot, was the traitor, as he was sent to Azkaban without a trial. He suspected something was wrong. Anyway, he met Tracey outside the Great Hall and appreciated her appearance. "My, my, you look very pretty and dazzling Tracey." He held her hand and kissed it.

Tracey blushed deep red and smiled. "You look handsome too Harry. Shall we go?"

"Uh, we can't go on the cart Tracey. You see, I didn't get my form signed by those muggle relatives of mine since I blew up my aunt."

He clamped his hand on his mouth and Tracey's eyes were wide. "So it's true then that you blew her up?" She said smiling, and then she collapsed with a fit of laughter.

"I didn't mean it. She bad-mouthed my parents and it was just accidental magic. I didn't even have my wand."

"Wow, you can do wandless magic?" she asked in surprise.

"Yes," he simply replied. "Anyway, I have another way of getting to Hogsmeade. Follow me."

He took her into the castle and pulled out what she guessed is a parchment. "Harry, what is that ridiculous parchment that you have?"

He smirked and pulled out his wand onto the parchment and said, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

She broke down in laughter and said, "I don't know what you're trying to do Harry, but you're already making my day." He showed her the Marauders map and she gasped, "Where did you get that from? That's a map of the castle which has the names of the professors."

"You guessed it Tracey. The Weasley twins gave it to me. They nicked it from Filch's office."

"They really are something these two," she mused.

He pulled out his invisibility cloak and said, "Here Tracey, you better stick close to me."

When he pulled the cloak onto both of them, she gasped again. "Harry, do you realise what you have? That's not just an invisibility cloak, but it is the cloak of invisibility. How did you get that?"

"In my first year. I saw a note written that it belonged to my father but I don't know who sent it to me," he replied softly.

Tracey received surprise after surprise, and she loved being with Harry already. "Where are we going Harry?"

"We're using a short cut to get to Hogsmeade Trace. Can I call you Trace?"

She pursed her lips and replied, "I guess you can. No one else but Daphne calls me that."

They walked for a while until they got to a nice bar in Hogsmeade. After ordering drinks and lunch, they started talking. Tracey asked him about his two years at Hogwarts and wanted to confirm what Hermione said was true. He told her about the philosopher's stone and how they thought that Snape tried to steal it. He told her about the three-headed dog and the enchantments guarding the stone, and how his hand burned Quirrel's face and killed him. Tracey was further shocked and surprised when he launched into the Chamber of Secrets fiasco and how he confronted Voldemort in Tom Riddle's memory, and how he killed a sixty-foot basilisk with the Sword of Gryffindor.

"So that is what petrified the students last year," she asked in total shock and amusement.

"Yes, and Voldemort is not who many people think he is. His real name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. His father was a muggle, which makes him pretty much like us, a half blood, only our blood is purer than his, that bastard."

Tracey was stunned at the revelation of the dark tosser being a half blood, but she believed word for word what Harry said. He asked her to tell him about herself. She grew up in muggle London but stayed most of the time with her best friend Daphne. They spent their summers going away, and enjoying each other's company. She was relieved when they were both sorted in the same house and they even shared a room together and slept in the same bed for extra warmth. "The only thing is that we were a bit sad that you didn't get sorted into Slytherin."

Harry smiled and said, "Believe me or not, the sorting hat was about to put me there."

"What?" she asked incredulously. "You spoke to that hat?"

"Yes, he said that I have potential and that Slytherin would help me, but I met Malfoy on the train and he claimed to be better than the others, so that put me off, and I told it not to put me in Slytherin, so Gryffindor was the only other option."

"Wow," she said with her eyes wide open again.

"Wow indeed," he said. "I wish I could have gotten to know you earlier. I know that not all Slytherins are evil. In fact, Merlin himself was in Slytherin. I read it in the history books."

Time went by when they got together on more dates and were more comfortable with each other. Their friends were glad that Harry and Tracey got together. The professors were overjoyed at seeing the romantic unity between a Slytherin and a Gryffindor. One day, Harry took the initiative and kissed Tracey on the lips lightly. She was surprised but returned it with much vigour and passion. Harry took her hand and said, "Tracey, will you be my girlfriend?"

She gasped and leapt with joy. "YES! Of course I will be your girlfriend Harry!" She jumped on him and snogged him senseless. She taught him how to kiss with open mouth and he loved the feeling of her tongue in his mouth, and the feeling of their tongues duelling together.

A few days later, they shared the joys of passionate lovemaking for the very first time and slept in each other's arms. Tracey gave herself to Harry, and he was overjoyed and repeatedly thanked her for the amazing gift. They often repeated their lovemaking sessions and Tracey taught her mover many things and different positions. Tracey recounted to her friend everything, and Daphne hugged her and was glad for her. Harry's best friend Hermione was glad as well, and Ron came around to accept Tracey Davis. After all, she didn't hang around Malfoy and his cronies, and she never showed any contempt towards the Weasleys or anyone outside of Slytherin.

Tracey stood by him in the following years, and during the summer breaks, he spent the time at her home, and met her parents. They got to like Harry so much that they approved the relationship with Tracey. She was by him in his bad times, namely the goblet of fire fiasco and the troubles with Umbridge in their fifth year. She helped a lot in the final battle and when Harry finally killed Tom Riddle, a month later after everyone recovered, he proposed to her and months later, she became Tracey Potter. They were both counting their blessings which started way back when their greasy haired professor paired them up in third year potions class.

THE END

A/N: I'm not sure if Tracey is in fact a half-blood, but it's a guess. Hope you liked it.
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