Fate's Rewrite

After leaving Hermione alone for her adventure, I decided to pay a visit to another relevant person, her poor mother, whose memories had been manipulated by her daughter rather pointlessly, leaving her helpless against the predations of evil wizards.

Hermione was lucky that she had a good friend like me to help her protect her precious mother.

If only traveling to Australia with a portkey wouldn't have been a horrible magical experience. I would have preferred to take a private plane, but I didn't want to be away from the school for a few days. Even a few hours was risky, but I wanted to see what Daphne could do after I had removed Nott from the equation. And while I could have visited my favorite blondes, I decided to give Appoline some more time to stew under the effect of my gift.

So, fifteen minutes later after I left Hermione alone, I was standing in Emma's garden, taking a potion to stop the world from spinning, trying to avoid the punishing effects of the intercontinental portkey. I let my gaze wander around the garden as I did so, enjoying the greenery -and the memories of the many times I had taken Emma in such places as we developed her exhibitionist kink- purchased through my own money, though as far as Emma knew, it was the proceedings of the movies we were continuing to produce.

With the endless Malfoy vaults under my control, I wasn't exactly struggling for money, and muggle money was even easier to acquire.

After applying the appropriate spells to turn my looks into the neighbor disguise I used to interact with her -mostly just hair and eye color change, turning them dark, with a couple of extra rugged lines on my face- before I opened the door without even bothering to knock. We had well-past the point I needed her invitation to enter.

It didn't take long to find her. Despite the late hour -owing to time difference- she was in front of the TV, lazing around with a very expensive bottle of wine that she could only wear thanks to the money I was giving her for payment for her amazing showing, and wearing a sheer purple nightie that hid preciously little of her delicious MILF body. I was planning to just walk and surprise her, but when I saw her watching a sexy softcore movie, I changed my plan.

After all, I had a much more interesting video for her to watch, one that I acquired by visiting the garden and calling for Kreacher, who informed me that Hermione had safely arrived at her room, with a bundle of magical photos to document every single step of the way. "Thanks, Kreacher," I said as the demented house-elf disappeared, while I tried to suppress my jealousy. Unlike portkey travel, house-elves could simply pop on the other side of the world as long as it was about serving their masters, suppressing the current state of magic by several orders.

And those idiot Death Eaters were still mistreating them, a totally unbelievable decision. But nobody blamed Death Eaters for good decision-making.

With a shrug, I dismissed the implications of the current state of the magical world as I once again stepped into the house, this time finding Emma softly caressing her tits as she watched the movie, only to jerk in shock when I grabbed the remove silently and turned the TV off. She jumped up in a panic, which did amazing things with her curvy body that was not unlike perfectly aged wine to a point it was impossible to guess she was the mother of an adult woman -probably a result of her latent magic potential slowing her aging.

"Oh, Marcus, it's you," she greeted even as she breathed hard, which did amazing things to her bosom as it strained her nightie's already limited capabilities to keep her body hidden to the limits. "You scared me, again," she added, her face gaining a playful quality.

"And how could I make it up to my Queen," I said mockingly as I sat down, only for her to climb on my lap immediately. Once awakened, her sexual drive could easily rival her naughty daughter's.

"Oh, I might have a little request," she said as she started rubbing against herself to my lap. Thanks to my little magic trick that was preventing her from being attracted to someone else, she was perennially horny, making every visit a unique experience. "Maybe on top of Sydney bridge?"

"Excellent idea, but not right now. It would be only fun if we do that during the day," I said even as I grabbed her waist, making her turn the other way. "We have something more important to handle first."

"Oh, really?" she gasped even as she leaned back, which gave me a prime view into her cleavage, turning my shaft rock hard even after the spectacular exertion it had gone through in the Black library, educating her daughter on the finer points of adrenaline-filled sex.

"We have a model to assess, for a possible threesome," I said even as I hit her with a soft compulsion spell, making her ignore the magical nature of the pictures I was about to show her. I could have spent hours trying to convert those magical recordings into video format, but why would I, when a little compulsion was all that was needed for her to treat them like videos from a phone screen.

"A threesome?" she gasped, scandalized and excited at the same time. "It would be a first. You won't neglect me to focus on the other girl, right?" she added playfully.

"Oh, sweetie," I said even as I caressed her tits, enjoying their tightness even as her hard nipples rubbed against my palm. "No one could eclipse this amazing body." Her answer came in a more visceral form, her hips rubbing against my lap picking up speed. "Let's watch," I said as I removed the first picture, one that showed Hermione's beautiful naked body from behind, showing the marks of our previous activities proudly in the form of a gaping back door.

"Nice hair, a bit similar to mine," Emma murmured, this time jealously. "Are you sure you're not trying to replace me?"

"How can I replace you, you're my treasure," I said mockingly even as I squeezed her tits aggressively while I shifted to the next picture, where it finally showed Hermione's face, one that looked suspiciously similar to Emma's.

"She looks familiar," Emma murmured suspiciously, trying to remember something, only to fail.

"Well, it's deliberate," I said. "I'm thinking about a mother-daughter-themed video, and she certainly looks similar enough to be convincing," I said. "Not only her hair resembles yours, your faces are not too different." I paused for a moment like I was thinking. "She's from England as well, maybe she's a relative?"

"Maybe a distant cousin," Emma murmured confusedly as her gaze locked on the photo, the familiarity distracting her from her arousal, which was not something desirable to continue, so I let my free hand travel even lower, caressing her stomach for a momentary pause before continuing to move lower. A few seconds later, my fingers were dancing on her inner thighs, nearing her core but avoiding actually touching it. "Let's see her performance," she added, the tone of arousal regained in her tone after the previous trigger.

"My pleasure," I whispered into her ear even as I revealed the next picture, which showed Hermione posing several different ways as I commanded -minus my disguise, of course, which made Emma think it was a different man responsible for it even as I appeared some pictures to fix her posing.

"She's a bit amateurish, but she has nice instincts," Emma said grudgingly. "But the production quality looks really good. Why are they dealing with an amateur?"

"The blond boy is her boyfriend, and he's rich. He's the one funding the movie, with all the background effects and set design. I think they are going for some magical erotica. Look at all the books moving in their own in the background."

"I see," Emma said. "A bit pointless to spend all that money on the set design though," she commented even as she unknowingly criticized her daughter's various erotic poses.

"Here, the real stuff starts," I whispered even as I freed my shaft from my pants, and slipped inside her without warning, easily slipping into her inviting wetness."

"Marcus!" she moaned in joy as my shaft invaded her insides. "A warning the next time."

I chuckled even as I brought my idle hand back to her tits, caressing their wondrous shape over her insufficient nightie. "Oh honey, why do you need a warning when you're always sopping wet," I whispered even as I showed her the next photo. "Let's see just how good she takes in the ass," I said, enjoying the fresh memories of taking her in the tight hole with some convenient memory refreshers in front of me. The fact that I was fucking her mother simultaneously while she commented on her daughter's camera technique made the moment even better.

"She's a firecracker," Emma said between moans. "She's clearly enjoying the job, and her voice is sharp and clear. However, she needs to be more aware of the camera direction. Oftentimes, she's looking to a different direction like she's not even aware of the camera direction," she said. "They definitely need a better director."

"Oh, maybe you can teach them?" I suggested. "They told me that they are going to be on holiday, and Draco apparently wants your help to soften his girlfriend to a threesome scene. I'm sure you can handle that."

"You're not going to be in it?" she asked, disappointed, but not so much. After all, to her knowledge, while I was her main partner, she had worked with multiple actors across a variety of situations, unaware that all of them were me in different magical disguises.

"Maybe for a future one," I said. "However, the payment for this one is amazing, not to mention they are going to pay for your holiday in a top-tier resort. All you need to do is act like you recognize her as a distant cousin and talk to her, maybe make a couple of moves toward her boyfriend to make her jealous."

"It would be a pity for the boy though, learning how a real woman does things only to go back to a little girl," she said even as she started jumping up and down on my lap, still watching the recordings, which was displaying the scenes of me taking Hermione in a variety of poses. "The boy has good dominant instincts though," she whispered as she bit her lips, showing excitement toward the scene as her magical constraints allowed her to be attracted.

"Wow, you haven't even seen him, and already imagining yourself being fucked mercilessly," I whispered, barely holding myself back from laughing at the irony of the scene. Despite everything, her reaction was so similar to Hermione that it was amusing. It would be amazing to deal two of them together while they competed with each other…

"Enough dallying," I suddenly said as I pushed her forward, forcing her to balance on all fours on the floor, giving me perfect access to repeatedly take her in the ass. To make things even better, I put the other pictures of Hermione on Emma's back, watching as Hermione slowly explored the dark corners of Black manor naked. Despite the risk -or maybe due to it- she was visibly dripping, almost leaving a perfect tracking route.

However, what really grabbed my attention was the location of her hands. One of her arms was constantly on her breasts. At first, she had placed that to create a cover, but soon, her fingers were clasping around her delicious breasts, teasing her nipple as she did so.

Her other hand was even naughtier, abandoning her task of hiding her pussy in favor of fingering herself furiously, trying to get another orgasm as she traveled forward. The sight of her expression, split between fear and arousal, was a thing of beauty, telling me to take her to even more visible locations.

Maybe in a classroom at Hogwarts or the astronomy tower, or even better, the library while it was still filled with students…

Just because I was enjoying the sight of Hermione didn't mean that I was neglecting Emma, of course. No, I was ramming into her repeatedly as her moans echoed, seeing for a climax. Thankfully, after the show we had just watched -not to mention her tight lips wrapping around my girth, trying to milk me enthusiastically- it didn't take much for us to experience a simultaneous climax, moaning as our pleasure mixed together.

However, it was just a start…