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Memoirs of Fate	By : TragicBackstory Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 23655 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Helping Hermione to the bathroom was a pain in the ass. I didn’t have near the muscle mass Harry did, and I refused to let Ron help. I got her in there, set her down on the toilet and let her lean against the wall semi comatose.

That’s when I got my first real lesson in womanhood that I didn’t know. The only thing that hurts more than getting hollowed out by a massive fucking dick as trying to take a piss afterwards. The poor girl was hugging my ass and crying into my belly button while she sat there knees knocked together on the porcelain. We got her cleaned up, washed up a bit and I got to survey the damage.

“Big dick is not for the faint of heart.” I muttered as I gently spread the cheeks to get a better look at the fat labia currently turning a very soft shade of purple. “Was it everything you wanted?” I smiled, turning her around to face me.

“I just...Jamie….”

“If you’re afraid of telling me that Ron fucked you better than Harry...it’s not going to hurt my feelings.” I smiled and she hugged me tight.

“They were both amazing.” She cooed diplomatically, and I ran my fingers across her spine gently as we cuddled standing up for a second.

“Well,” I pulled her out to arms reach, “it’s your job to convince him once he finds out about both halves of me…” I saw her eyes glitter with thought. “Once he realizes the connection he’s either going to completely cut me off or…” I reached out and the girl winced and cried out as I danced a few fingers through her box before showing off the mess. “You got the ‘slightly annoyed’ fucking….Harry makes him angry. I don’t want ‘angry dick’ in little Jamie.”

“He’s not…” she tried to defend him, but even she could feel it was a lost cause defending his composure.

“How soon till you tell him you have a piece of Harry growing in you?” I watched her bite her bottom lip and chew it.

“Tonight? Maybe tomorrow? I won’t let this fester. I need to get some Knockturn Potion or find the recipe.” I laughed in spite of myself, remembering when I’d first learned the reason for that Alley's name.

As Ginny had once put it in a former life… “It’s like skele-gro for your bits.”

The two of us returned to the bedroom, and to my surprise Ron wasn’t passed out. He was however looking dreamily at the ceiling with his hands behind his head in the center of my bed, tucked under my covers.

“What the hell are you doing?” I chuckled yanking the covers at the foot of the bed.

“What?”

“You’re not sleeping here.” I pointed my thumb at Hermione, “take your girlfriend, get cleaned up in my shower, and get the fuck out. I’ve had a long day and I want to sleep without worrying about you poking me in the middle of the night.” The boy bashfully untucked himself and I grabbed Hermione’s arm to stop her from following him into the bathroom. I shared a soft kiss, and I have to admit that it was even nicer than kissing her as Harry. “Are you happy with the way things turned out?”

“I...think I am.” she nodded, a genuine smile and this time she initiated the kiss, “you’re still daft for coming up with this.”

“I’m pretty sure those twins you and Harry talked about…” I saw her flush, so I winked, “they’re gonna come out with red hair.” I gave her but a squeeze. “Tomorrow morning, make sure you wake him up right.” Her eyes went like saucers and I licked my lips nodding. “I’m talking about honeymoon level blowjob ‘Mione. Keep those curtains closed, but you make it loud and nasty….every boy in that room is going to be late for breakfast because of the sound of you, understand?” I gave her a pat on the butt and sent her to the shower with Ron. “I’ll have Dobby bring you some clothes in the morning.” I waited for her to close the door to the bathroom before calling for my little friend. I told him what was going on, though I suspected he already knew.

With that I tucked into bed, contemplating my plans, my life, and my options. I had no interest in losing my virginity to the forearm Ronald Weasley called a penis. Oh, I was gonna fuck him. That was a foregone conclusion, but that was not an ‘entry-level’ dick.

“Goodnight, Jamie.”

I waved to Hermione lazily as the two walked through the room wearing white bathrobes lazily tied. I almost laughed cause Ron was still semi-hard and holding the bottom of the robe open like a doorknob hanging there, and I suspected with the way my life was that would be his default state from now on.

The next morning came too soon, and I pulled myself to the shower with the gusto of a woman off to the gallows. I decided to change back into Harry and got dressed for class.

The first few were not so bad, and for some reason Snape was being extra...well not nice, but tolerable. I still couldn’t believe that Hermione talked me in a previous life into naming my kid after him. An asshole was an asshole, reasons be damned. I sat down to the lunch table, and was again immediately assaulted.

“I need to speak with you in private.”

I turned and looked up at Daphne’s very angry face trying not to look like she was addressing the Gryffindor table with how she was facing. I nodded and finished my drink.

“I’ll fetch you after I finish eating, the usual place.” I turned back around considering the conversation over, hearing her huff and stomp off was oddly satisfying. As soon as she was gone I stood up and walked over to the end of the table. “Hey Colin,” I waved and watched the little guy freak out. Well, that wasn’t fair, he wasn’t little and he didn’t freak. He did perk up like a puppy hearing the word ‘car ride’ when I said his name. I hadn’t thought about him in years, and that made me feel guilty. The bloke died with a camera in his hand, a camera. He wasn’t a combatant, he wasn’t a thrillseeker. In many ways he was like Hermione, except his passion was in the creation of knowledge rather than consuming it. “Can I talk to you?” I looked up as I said it and smirked.

Marching into the great hall was most of the boys in my year...following a very smug looking Ron and a ‘so red I’m glowing’ Hermione Granger. Ron for his part faltered for a second as he saw me, and I realized at some point last night he learned about my child growing in his girlfriend's stomach. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, and without opening them he nodded to me and kept going. I ignored the daggers Hermione was staring at me for forcing her to put on a show.

“Sure Harry. What'cha needed?” I looked back down at Colin to distract myself from the scene I’d made. The young man was...not plain. Normal, something I didn’t have in my life. I patted him on the shoulder. Yeah it was conclusive, I was insane. My personality was divided on an emotional level if not..what was the word Hermione used? Cognitive. Last night Jamie couldn’t get the boy out of her head, or her hand out of her panties for that matter. This morning, he was just a bloke. A little on the pretty side, but nothing THAT way about him. It had been the same for the Hermione and Ron situation. Last night my...other half… had been hard up to trace every gap in his abs with her tongue...now I was just smug about the fact I’d not only popped his girls cherry, I'd sprogged her.

“I was wondering if you would like to meet a very close friend of mine?” I leaned down, mumbling to keep my voice low. He blinked a couple times, so I kept going. “It’s a big secret. She’s not from Hogwarts. She saw you around...and its embarrassing but she can’t ask you out on her own right now.” He blushed to his roots and I felt a part of me...deep down...squeal in delight. “Can you meet me after class today? I want to get you involved in one of my secret projects too.” I could practically see his heart pounding in his chest. “I need you to sign something before I let you take out...let's just say she’s closer to me than a sister. I need to know I can trust you.”

“S-sure Harry.” Colin’s eyes were almost watery, and I swallowed hard as I watched him nod emphatically, “anything you need.” I did not want to acknowledge what the very deep part of my brain ‘needed’ tonight. I nodded and strode off to do what else needed to be done.

If I was being followed by anyone it must have been hell on them. I rounded the corner into the bathroom on the second hallway and mid stride fell straight through the floor into nothing. The transition was so sudden I would have fallen on my ass if Dobby hadn’t caught me.

I made my way inside, opening the foyer flap and stopping dead in my tracks at the site in front of me. To his credit I didn’t really give Dobby instructions on who to bring and who not to let into the house yet. Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, Daphne, and a horrifyingly apologetic looking Millicent looked rather comfy in my living room.

“This is a very nice place Potter,” Draco smirked, “would be a shame if the headmast--”

“Dobby their wands please.” I sighed as the light flashed through the room.

“Wha--”

“Stupify...stupify...stupify...stu--” Goyle managed to close the distance so I gave him what the muggles would affectionately refer to as a ‘roe-sham-bo’ to the business end of his meat wand before putting the last spell straight into his eyes. The girls in the room still standing, namely mine, looked on in shock. “Daphne...you realize there will be severe consequences for this?”

“I did--” her words choked off as I held out my hand, only to blink and smile in surprise. I’ve since learned that the magic of a binding life debt takes many forms, depending on the need of the magic to subdue the will of the one indebted. Hermione, Ron..they were both very agreeable with me, their submission was light, Ron being only slightly less compatible with my mentality.

“MMMPH!!” Daphne panicked around her new face jewelry, a black leather band around her head holding that golden snitch seductively in her lips. It connected via a small cord to her neck jewelry, and unlike Hermione and Ron hers connected at the back of the neck not the front. I admired the golden choke chain as I walked around her. Thick and fat, the braided leather ran down her spine, connecting to the leather fur lined forearm cuffs currently keeping her arms crossed behind her back before digging down sensually into those perky ass cheeks like a thong, through and under until it unbraided to cup and suspend her bust in what must have been firm but slightly uncomfortable hoops and then tying itself in a pretty bow on the front hanging bauble, a silver dog tag. Not like a soldier, like a wide flat little icon of a dog bone.

“There will be consequences for this,” I scowled at her before glancing over to a fearful Millie still standing in the pile of the closest thing she could call to friends. “I hope for your sake Daphne that you’re not a virgin.” The look in her eyes told me otherwise. “Let’s deal with the monkies in the room first...then I’ll let Ron know he’s got a fresh piece of ass to break tonight.” I’m pretty sure whatever she was trying to scream at me was beyond cursing in the verbal sense. “Shut up.” I was hoping I could reform little miss priss more slowly, but apparently she’d been killed off after the war for a good reason.

“What are you going to do to me?”

I was caught off guard by the soft voice behind me, and I turned to see Millicent staring at me bashfully, arms folded under her chest. I didn’t say a word, I just smiled at her as I walked over to her, covering her in a hug. I played with the muscles in her back for a minute, listening to her breathing slow and evenly.

Her breath when I stuck my thumbs down the crack of her ass in her pants and tugged the fabric over those fleshy mounds letting them bounce in the open air before palming them. When she looked up at me I kissed her. HARD. I let her squeak in surprise turn into a breath shuddering gasp before pulling away.

“Get down on your fucking hands and knees.”
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