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TRIANGLE DISEASE

Part II

Chapter Thirteen

“Hermione’s Interlude”

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From Chapter
twelve: ”Final Preparations”

An hour later, Harry was once again in the arms of the two women he
loved most and for the first time in a while, found himself
anxious and not sure that what he was planning was either the right or wise
thing to do…but neither Ginny nor Hermione were sure, either.

They were going on the offensive soon and they had committed themselves
to hunting and then killing the death eaters. The first time Tom had tried to
claim power, the same thing had been tried by the Minister for Magic and it had
caused repercussions, not many of them good.
Did a bunch of kids – not full grown witches and wizards – but children, have the
right, individually or collectively, to sign death certificates?

Was he just playing God and playing at being a leader? Was that what he
wanted to be remembered for? Harry tossed and turned for the rest of the night;
wrestling with his uncertainties and doubts. It made the coming of the dawn
that much harder to see.

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Monday,
March 17^th 6 pm.

“One hour to go before I meet Marietta” Hermione
Potter was pacing in the master suite. She had given up trying to decide what
to wear, because anything she put on would be coming off, quickly, I hope.

The thing that most
certainly would have plagued her when she was younger, was why she was so very
wet thinking about Marietta
and what the two of them were going to do. It didn’t now, of course, because
Ginny was such a skilled and enthusiastic lover and had sent Hermione screaming
over the edge of orgasm so many times – with Harry and without. Back and forth she went, itching for the time
to go by and hoping that Marietta
would be on time. They were going to
meet in the Room of Requirement
tonight, as so many lovers had done during the schools’ thousand-year history.
Hermione had a very clear picture in mind of what she wanted the room to look
like and what she was going to do to Marietta
once she got her hands on the beautiful girl.

Hermione
had, in truth, forgiven the girl in her heart long ago, so she knew that for
her part, consummating their ‘relationship’ would be easy for her. What was
less certain was whether Marietta
could find it in her heart to believe the forgiveness and forgive herself for
what she had done. That was the hard part and the part that Madame Pomfrey and
Minerva McGonagall had stressed to them both and to Marietta in particular.

The only
other worry – and the one that was really
gnawing at her – was what Harry and Ginny were going to think of her
‘excursion’. She had been faithful to the two of them in her heart and in her
soul and she believed that she always would be so. However – the irritating
thing about magic was that it sometimes required personal sacrifice. Harry’s
very existence was proof enough of that. She wasn’t sure that what she and Marietta were about to do
constituted a ‘sacrifice’, but she worried that her trip into ecstasy might
cost her later on. “I can’t let Marietta
continue to suffer, though. She doesn’t deserve that”

Soon
enough, the hands on the grandfather clock – a muggle clock that was not
effected by magic – were showing 6:45.
Hermione was still naked because she hadn’t decided on what to wear, so
she launched herself into her walk-out closet and grabbed a soft blue cotton
mini-skirt and a white jumper. It wasn’t fancy, but it gave easy access to her
‘bits’ and that’s what mattered.

She didn’t
bother with knickers, though she would have if it were Harry or Ginny she was
dressing to seduce. They both loved seeing and then touching
Hermione in her knickers. Harry
had told her repeatedly how much he loved watching her walk or do pretty much
anything else while she was wearing her them. Especially the white silk bikini
ones, he had added. It wasn’t something
she could really explain, but she figured that she didn’t need to. As long as
it turned on her husband and bond-mate, that was all that mattered.

Hermione
had always thought that she was too skinny to be really attractive, but Harry
had allayed those fears, by touching her all over with hands she had come to
love, and by telling her how much he loved her long, lean, lithe form. One night, early in her third month of
pregnancy, she had protested that her hips were too bony and her breasts
weren’t big enough. Those complaints were enough to land Hermione in bed, as
the all-too-willing filling for a sandwich of wives and husband and eventually,
she was forced into accepting that both Ginny and Harry loved the way she
looked; felt; and made love. In short, she was loved and desired.

There was
one more piece to her outfit and to get them,
she walked to ‘her side’ of the king bed and opened the nightstand. In the top
drawer were various items of intimate pleasure. They were things that most
young muggle women would instantly recognize – but were generally not talked
about, much less owned by witches.

Hermione
smiled as she looked at her choices, but she already knew what she wanted.
First, she picked up the glass butt plug that she loved so much. Good thing I can apparate most of the way! Couldn’t walk too far with this inside.

Hermione
put one foot up on the bed and lifted the back of her skirt, so that she had
access to her nether hole. A little bit of lube on the tip of the toy and then
to her hole….perfect. Once she felt
she was ready, she placed the tip at her opening and began to push it in.

It slid in
easily enough, at least at first. The plug was an inch and a half across at its
widest and when she got it to that point, there was some discomfort, as the
muscles around her nether hole protested. She moved it in and out, getting her
body used to the penetration (the toy was nothing near as large the kinds of
things that she desperately hoped Marietta
would use on her later).

It took two
more pushes to get the toy all the way in and seated. Once it was, however, she
reveled in the way it filled her bottom and moved with her every step.

Hermione
was not a girl to leave a job half-done, however. She rummaged about in the
drawer and found the other toy – a perfect glass replica of Harry’s prodigious erection.
Her sex was already copiously wet, so there was no need for additional
lubrication as she slid the toy all the way in.
Once it was in, she applied a charm to it that would keep it from
sliding out, but not from moving around inside her.

As she
stood up and her skirt fell back into place, she could feel the toys rubbing
against each other inside her body. It was something she never, ever got tired
of. It just felt so good and so decadent, that she longed for it whenever
Harry and Ginny were around.

She walked,
carefully, over to their shared chest of drawers in order to brush her hair out
in front of the large mirror which sat atop the chest. As she walked, she felt the familiar onset of
an impending climax. It was foolish she thought to try to stop it, so she did
the sauciest, lewdest thing she could think of: she lifted the front of her
skirt and stood in front of the mirror while she furiously rubbed her
clit. Less than thirty seconds of
touching her clit sent her plunging over the precipice. She felt the welcome
sensation of her sex and her ass clenching around their intruders.

I’m just barely going to make it now. I hope
she’s not mad if I’m late.

Hermione
was able to stand on her shaky legs and apparated to the transition point
between Potter Castle and Hogwarts.

Once she
crossed over, she knew it was going to be a very, very long walk to the seventh
floor, where the Room of Requirement was generally to be found.

She had to
stop several times, as orgasms washed over her. By the time she reached the
sixth floor, the insides of her thighs were a mess. She had cum three times
already and she was feeling like she needed a shower. She didn’t have a wand with her, but she was
so strong with wandless magic that she didn’t need one. She waved a hand over
her crotch and thought to herself Evanesco.

Well, I’m clean now, but I still need a
shower. Maybe Marietta
will join me?

By the time
she made it to the seventh floor, she was a full ten minutes late. She was
genuinely frustrated by that and she hoped that Marietta would still be there, waiting.

She
shouldn’t have been worried though, because as she made it the hallway where
the Room was located - opposite a tapestry showing Barnabas the Barmy trying to
teach trolls to dance the ballet – she heard fast footsteps echoing from the
stairwell. Since it was after hours, she knew that the school was empty; save
for the professors who had chosen not to live at Potter Castle.
Hermione was gathering her calm and focusing on what she wanted in the Room as Marietta came tearing
around the corner. Had she not been lost in thought and concentration, Hermione
would have been flabbergasted by what Marietta
was wearing. After Hermione had made her third turn and
passed the spot on the wall where the room was known to be, a door sprang into
existence. It was a fancy, wooden door, with a brass message plate that read:

WELCOME

HERMIONE
& MARIETTA

PRIVATE

Once she
saw the door, Hermione looked up and saw Marietta. Had she been a boy, she most certainly would
have gotten an immediate erection. As it was she felt her sex begin to weep
with need and desire, as she looked at Marietta.

It didn’t
take any legilimency at all for Marietta
to understand Hermione’s reaction to what she was wearing. The blouse she had was no more than a
semi-transparent crop top over a very thin, lacy bra while the skirt was so
short as to be scandalized by the name. Like Hermione, Marietta had also chosen light blue.

Really, the
only difference between the two girls was that Marietta was almost 5’9” while Hermione was
just shy of 5’7” and favored two inch heels when she was dancing with Harry.
That and the unfortunate fact that Marietta
still had the word “SNITCH” in purple pustules tattooed across her forehead.

Hermione
grinned at her and reached out a hand. “Ready?”

Marietta grinned back.
“Oh yes, Hermione. Very
much.”

The more
powerful witch pushed open the door wandlessly and pulled Marietta in after her.

Hermione’s
thought as she locked the door behind her was, ‘This is going to be FUN!’

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Meanwhile, Harry and Ginny
were celebrating a night together over a candle-lit dinner. They had changed,
fed, and played with their six daughters for the better part of the afternoon,
and once the girls were in bed, it was time to enjoy the relative tranquility
that the evening afforded them. Tomorrow they would be back at the grindstone
and busy preparing for classes, and preparing their teams for the nightmare
that was coming. If they had stopped to think about it, it would have been
overwhelming, so they had done the rational thing and banished the thoughts at
least until the morning.

Their food
arrived quietly, as it almost always did in this particular establishment. Stephen’s was a half-muggle, half-wizarding
establishment, which meant that the owner was a wizard who had hired Muggles
who were aware of the magical world, but for their own reasons, kept very, very
quiet about it. Stephens’ was also
the only place in the United
Kingdom where you could reliably get a
dragon steak for dinner or any of a half-dozen other meals that were delicacies
in the wizarding world. Additionally,
Stephen prided himself on what Harry thought had to be the largest collection
of ales, bitters, lagers, and Lambics anywhere in the Kingdom. For the right
price, he’d import the finest vodka in the world from Russia or the best fish that money could buy
from the United States or Japan. His
stuff was reliably fresher than any others because Stephen would personally
apparate to wherever he had to in order to collect it.

Harry loved
the cooking and had brought Stephen and his cooks to the Castle on a number of
occasions over the last six months, just because it was easier than having to
bundle up their daughters and make the trip into Edinburgh.

Stephen
also made sure that Harry, Hermione, and Ginny’s privacy was always protected
and respected. There had been one particular bar patron, who was on his way to
being drunk one evening, who became too amorous towards Ginny.   Stephen had made sure that when the man woke
up, he had time to contemplate the error of his ways as he sat by the roadside
in a small, dusty town at the southern tip of Tierra Del Fuego.

This night,
Harry had opted for a light dinner. When Ginny asked him what he was having, he
initially replied ‘you’, but eventually relented when she pestered him about
having at least something decent. Once he had chosen, he leaned across the
table and kissed her. She smiled at him
and it lit up his world. One thing that Harry knew was that Ginny had one of
the nicest smiles that he had ever seen and that when it was directed at you,
you felt like the king of the world.

“Is it all right if we talk this way? Will it
creep anyone out if we don’t actually say anything out
loud to each other?”

“I think it might, Ginny, but then again,
how much do we care? Stephen’s not going to say anything and the others are
just Muggles. They don’t know the difference, so I don’t think it’s too much of
a big deal.”

“Good. I’ve gotten out of the habit of
actually talking when we’re together. Besides, I’ve never really liked the
sound of my own voice, anyway. It’s just too…something. I’d much rather listen to
Hermione’s voice or yours, for that matter.”

“I know, Ginny. Personally, I like Hermione’s
voice the best. Did you know that she can SING! Oh my god, Ginny! I didn’t tell
you. How could I have missed that? I walked into the shower the other day and
Hermione was singing some kind of Italian love song or something. It was
totally amazing. She never seemed to bother to tell us that she’s been taking
voice lessons since she was nine years old.”

“Eat. If we don’t, people will think we’re
having a staring contest or something.”

“Oh, right. Sorry.”

They both
bent themselves to the food that had arrived.
Ginny loved fiery foods and had selected the Dragon steak au poive,
while Harry had the lobster bisque and a Caesar salad. ”Hungry, sweetie?”

“Oh Merlin, yes. My body still thinks that I still have to
produce milk six times a day, instead of the three times that the girls are
currently needing, and as a result, I’m getting these crazy hunger pangs every
once in a while. Why it’s hitting tonight, I have no idea.”

“Trade
tastes?”

Ginny looked across the table at his soup.
There was a certain amount of regret in her expression. “Oh yes. You know, my mother never made lobster bisque. We couldn’t
afford the lobsters.”

“I
know, love. I hope that the monies we transferred and the change in ownership
rights for Phoenix
Industries has made some of those difficulties things of the past.”

“Ron’s
having kittens, trying to balance everything. He’s game though. Whatever you
said to him seems to have worked. He’s working harder and smarter than I’ve
ever seen before. It doesn’t hurt that he and Luna have decided to get
married.”

“What!
GINNY! When did this happen?!!!”

“Oh
stop, Harry. It was two nights ago. Ron
bought a house for the two of them in Nonington-on-Kent, near where Hermione
grew up, and then he went and proposed to her.”

“Oh…I’m
going to have fun teasing him about that!”

“Oh, you prat! Don’t tease him. He loves you like a
brother. He takes everything you say so seriously! He’d be terribly embarrassed
if you gave him a hard time about it. It took a huge amount of courage to do
what he did. Let him enjoy his privacy and the time he has to be with Luna.”

Ginny’s ‘voice’ turned serious and a bit sad
“Harry? None of us know whether we’re going
to come through this in one piece. Ron is scared for Luna. She’s not a fighter
– not the way that I am or you or Hermione are. If he lost her, it would crush
his soul and I’m afraid of what he’d do.”

Ginny knew, too well, she thought, what Harry
might do if he lost the two of them. She
hoped he’d be strong for his daughters, but the thought of how Harry might
grieve scared her.

“I
know, Ginny. Luna’s going to be taken off the team. I can’t afford to have Ron
distracted and I don’t want to see him lose her, either. There are several
Durmstrang students who want to be on a team and I think that at least one of
them would do well.”

“Luna’s
not going to like that. Not one bit.”

Harry looked into her eyes and nodded as he said quietly, “I know.”

His red-haired wife was startled for a moment
he hear his voice. She loved hearing him speak. There was something special
about Harry – a leadership quality that made her want to do anything he
suggested.

She thought back to when she saw him getting
on the train for the very first time and was captivated by him. Unfortunately,
up until the six months before they had been cursed, she knew that her feelings
for Harry were strongly interlaced with hero-worship.

Harry reached out with his thoughts to try to
see, if he could, what she was thinking in the moment. She felt his mental
probe and opened up her mind to let him in fully.

“I was
thinking about the first time I saw you, Harry.”

“Ginny,
if you only knew how scared I was in that moment. I was a scared little boy
entering a world that was totally alien to me. I didn’t have parents to tell me
what to expect, nor brothers or sisters. I was completely alone.”

“I
can’t even imagine what you were going through, Harry. I’ve always had the
support of my family, even if they’re a long way away now.”

“Sirius
is the closest I’ve had to family. But none of that matters, now, because of
you two and our girls.”

“I
love them, too, Harry. You, Hermione, and our girls are all the family I know I
will ever need or want. I love my folks, I really do, but they are nosey and
intrusive at times and I just would like to be shut of them for a while. Yes, I
know they’re in the castle…but that doesn’t mean I have to see them as often as
I have been.”

Harry snorted. “I don’t see how you’re going to be able to avoid it, but I guess that’s
a conversation you’ll have to have with them.”

“What
do you think Hermione is doing right now? Wanna try
to get through to her?”

“Yes,
but let me finish my coffee first, and then we can duck outside and share
magic. We should still be able to contact her at this distance.”

Harry drank down the rest of his coffee (decaf only) and took Ginny, Hand
in hand, outside, to a secluded spot in a nearby park, where they could stand
close together and let their magic infuse them and bind itself to the others’.

Once their magic was sufficiently
intertwined, Harry let Ginny control the like and reach out for Hermione’s
mind. At first, it was a tenuous link and it felt fuzzy. As Ginny’s confidence
grew, the link improved and Harry felt his magic flow out along the link;
looking for Hermione.

“Hermione, love? Can you hear us?”

At first, Hermione felt their touch as one would feel the gentle brush of
a birds’ feather, but as her magic rose up, the link solidified and was like it
was when her husband and bond-mate were right next to her.

“What’s
happening, love? Are you all right?”

“All right? Merlin, yes! Oh…….she’s licking me, Harry.
Her tongue is licking my clit. Oh God…”

“Hermione? It’s Ginny. Save something for us? I’m
already wet and Harry hasn’t even touched me yet.”

Their bond-mate and wife was
lost in the sexual fog that Marietta
was creating. It was hard to concentrate on communicating with her lover and
husband while she was being pleasured so expertly. One thing she knew, before
her mind slipped away into bliss, was that this was going to be a night to live
over and over again in the pensieve…

“Sounds like she’s having
fun. Want to go home and have
some fun ourselves?” Ginny’s ‘voice’
was lewd and lusty and so there was no way that Harry could keep from
responding on an equally lewd level, even if he had wanted to do so.

Harry’s
answer to her query was to pull her to him, while lifting the front of her
mini-skirt and sliding his hand down into her white, silk knickers.

Her legs
came apart, almost entirely of their own volition, and she rocked her sex
against his insistent hand and probing fingers.

“Oh fuck, you’re wet Ginny. I love it. I want to fuck you and then roger you.”

“How about the other way
around? I want to feel you cum
in my arse and then clean you up, so that we can fall asleep with you deep in
my pussy.”

“Fine. So long as I get to lick
you, first.”

His fingers were sliding in
and out of her sex and a steady pace and she knew that she was damn close to
soaking her knickers with her juices. Reluctantly, she eased off his probing
fingers. His disappointment lasted only for a minute as Ginny took Harry’s two
glistening fingers and sucked them into her mouth.

Ginny. That’s it. I’m taking you home and fucking
you senseless.

Promises, promises, Mr.
Potter. Let’s see how well you
deliver.

Ginny knew that her cheeky
response to their hot banter was going to get her rogered very satisfactorily,
but she didn’t know it was going to happen sooner than later.

Harry
grinned at her. Promises, eh? He
thought.

Summoning a
small, baseball-sized rock which was lying on the ground nearby, Harry looked
at it and then began a series of transformative spells. When he was finished,
he took the item, made it feather light, and smiled wickedly at his red-haired
wife.

“Bend over; facing away from me.”

Ginny was grinning like a
mad-woman, as she knew it was going: in her arse. She felt her skirt being
pulled up and her knickers pulled down to the middle of her thighs, as Harry
first slid the new plug into her sex to wet it. Once he was satisfied that it
was thoroughly lubricated, he withdrew it from her clasping sex and pushed it,
slowly, into her crimped nether hole.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. God, Harry. Yes! Do it. Put it in me.”

Ginny
reached out to Hermione over their shared mental link and felt an incredible
wave of pleasure assault her senses as she felt/heard Hermione gasp and scream
with orgasm.

Hearing Hermiones’
cries turned her on so much that she pushed back against Harry, trying to get
him to push the plug into her arse deeper.

“Oh God, Harry! Fuck me!! Push it in now.”

Ginny was panting hard and her
legs were shaking as Harry twisted the plug back and forth; working it into
her, so that she would have a taste of everything that Harry had in mind for
her.

The crescent moon threw
shadows all around them as Ginny bent over the park bench. Harry thought she looked
ghostly and ethereal as the moons’ light played over her.

Once the plug was fully seated
in her arse, Harry pulled up her silk knickers and, after caressing her all
over, he pulled down her skirt, so that it appeared as if nothing was amiss. “You look so beautiful, Ginny. I can’t wait
to get you home.”

Ginny
looked at him; unabashed love and lust in her eyes. “I love you so much, Harry. I love being your lover and wife.”

He took his beautiful,
erotic, red-haired wife in his arms and looked her in the eye. His erection was
painful in the confines of his slacks and holding his wife only served to
exacerbate his situation.

“How do you feel?”

She
grinned; took his hands in hers, and pushed them onto the cheeks of her arse.
She didn’t have to ask him twice for what she wanted. He knew. Ginny had a
strong anal fixation and craved Harry and Hermiones’
touches there whenever she could get them.

“I feel so full. It’s wonderful!”

“Walk with me, then. Get a coffee or
something.”

“Harry! I’m not going anywhere except to our
bed, where you WILL fuck me until I tell you to stop.”

“Oh? And what, Mrs. Potter, makes you think
that I am going to allow you to not feel the full benefit of your new toy?
Besides, you know you love it. You’re wet as a river.”

To make his point, Harry
stopped her; pulled her aside into the shadows of the building they were
passing, and pulled up the front of her skirt, so he could slide his fingers
down into her knickers again. He knew he had been right – her knickers were now
soaked with her juices and she was squirming as his fingers brushed her clit
and then plunged into her.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh God, Harry. That’s it. Fuck me right now, right here.”

“Oh? Is that it.
Will that satisfy my red-headed minx of a wife until we get home?”

“Shut it, Harry, and just fuck me.”

Sensing that he had a great
opportunity to try something had long thought of doing, Harry cast a
disillusionment spell over them both and then dropped his slacks, so that he
was free to have his way with her.

“Wingardium Leviosa” Harry thought, as he
pointed at his wife. In an instant, she became feather-light and he could hold
her up easily. That facilitated picking her up and holding her in just the
right position, so he could slide her knickers aside and drill into her.

He picked
Ginny up and she wrapped her legs around his waste, so that they could make
love. The moment that penetrated her, she let out a gasp. “Oh fuck! Oh my god. It feels so full!”

“Do you want me to cum in you, love?” he
asked, knowing full well that if he did, his seed would leak out of her and
down her thighs until they got home to the castle. Ginny wouldn’t stop it, because she was like
Hermione in that way. Both of them had become total slags when it came to
making love to Harry. They both loved feeling possessed and wanted. Having
their husband’s seed in or on their bodies were just some of the ways that they reveled in those
feelings.

Ginny
reached out with her thoughts, to try to touch Hermione’s mind. What she got
back was an incredible wave of pleasure.

“Hermione, love?”

“Oh God, Ginny!! Marietta’s…..oh
god, Ginny. She’s fucking me with both of the toys now.”

Hermione was, at that
moment, face down, lying over the edge of the magnificent four-poster bed that
the Room of Requirement had created for her and Marietta’s tryst while the taller,
stunningly-built girl used both of her hands to move the sex toys in and out of
her lover.

As Hermione
squirmed and moaned, Marietta
took the opportunity to leave one of the toys where it was, so that she could
spank her lover. Using her most sultry, seductive voice, she whispered in the
kinky-haired girls’ ear. “Hermione, you horny little slag….you know you love this…we should have done this ages ago.”

Hermione could only grunt
and gasp under the rhythmic assault of the two toys. She had forgotten how good
it felt to get double-fucked. Harry and Ginny had never done it to her, because
Ginny liked licking her clit too much when Harry was fucking her. Ginny had
privately told Hermione that she called that her favorite ‘cock-tail’. Harry’s bushy-haired lover knew she’d have to
work on her red-headed lover to get her to make it a reality.

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In her
minds’ eye, Ginny saw and felt what Hermione was feeling, which was natural,
because it was something they always had been able to do, since their bond had
formed. However, it was different tonight, because she was getting taken the
same way…so everything that Hermione was feeling was being magnified by every
centimeter of Harry’s rampant cock in her sex.

Harry’s
hands were squeezing the cheeks of her arse and his fingers were pushing the
plug deeper into her with every thrust of his cock. Her juices were dripping
down the inside of his thighs as they made love. It felt decadent and sinful
and he loved every moment of it.

“Oh God, Ginny. I can feel Hermione and you at the same
time!”

Ginny’s
face was buried against his chest as she moved up and down, so Harry couldn’t see
the unbridled lust in her eyes. He could, however, feel her magic all around
him. It had long since bound itself with
his – but this was something more, because they were both so turned on. Their
combined magic seemed to be egging them on and allowing them to last much
longer than either had expected.

It couldn’t
go forever though, and it was Ginny who was overwhelmed first. She started to orgasm and it took Harry over
the edge – because he could feel his cock being milked repeatedly by velvety
muscles that lined her sex. The toy in her arse caused a sympathetic pressure
against his cock as he drove into her again and again.

“I’m
going to cum, Ginny…”

Her need
was just as great and she urged him on with her thoughts. “Do it Harry…cum in me. I want to feel it deep inside me. I want it to
run down my thighs…”

Ginny thought about how
Hermione was always the one to lick up Harry’s seed, once he had cum inside
her; how it turned her on completely to see Hermione’s frizzy hair between her
legs; to feel her brunette lovers’ tongue playing in the silky folds of her
sex, and the wonderful sucking feeling as Hermione ate every last bit of
Harry’s seed from deep inside her.

Opening up
her thoughts, the youngest Weasley-turned-Potter reached out to feel what her
frizzy-haired lover was feeling. Ginny wanted to cum at the same time and have
Harry spend himself with the two of them.

She was
expecting and hoping for the onslaught of sexual desire that Hermione was
feeling and touching the wave was enough to trip the impaled redhead into a
towering orgasm. It was also enough to make Harry cum in his wife, just as she
wanted.

The side
benefit to Ginny and Harry’s mutual climax was that it pushed Hermione over the
edge and caused her to scream out Ginny and Harry’s names. Once her orgasm had
crested, she clawed the duvet while thrusting her arse up at Marietta; trying to get the toys which were
impaling her to thrust more deeply into her and then stay still.

Seeing Hermione’s
orgasm hit her, Marietta
stopped what she was doing long enough to move around to the other side of the
bed. “What just happened, Hermione?”
Hermione was still twitching as Marietta
moved close to her. “You called out
Harry and Ginny’s names…”

“Oh, God, Marietta…I can hear
them….feel them….”

“What do
you mean, you can hear them?”

The two
glass toys that had just made her lover feel so good continued to move slowly
and obscenely in and out; as the Head Girl touched herself. Marietta could tell that she was enjoying the
aftereffects of the orgasm that had just ripped through her.

Hermione
looked up at her, a smile playing across her face. “They’re always with me, Marietta. I can hear them
and they can hear me. I feel what they feel.”

The very thought
of sharing her thoughts with someone else scared her. “Can they see what you
see?”

Hermione
looked puzzled. “Yes, of course. Just like I see what they see.”

“Can they
see me naked?”

Hermione
grinned and nodded. “Harry thinks you’re beautiful. So does Ginny. She says she
wants to fuck you, too.”

The tall,
beautiful Ravenclaw blushed. “I’d like that, too.”

“Figured. Ginny would love it. Harry can’t, though. He made
a magical vow to us to always be faithful…...but......” Then she stopped. She
realized that they could always just release Harry from the vow....”Have you
ever thought of being a concubine?”

Marietta brightened.
“Yes. Why? Are you or Harry offering? I was just going to put on nothing but
white, cotton knickers and a cotton dress and let him have me any way he
wanted.”

“Well, if
Ginny and I released Harry from his vow and you bound yourself to him
voluntarily, we just might be able to work something out. I can’t make any
promises….but I’ll at least ask Ginny about it, ok?”

Ginny had been
following Hermione’s train of thought. “It’s
not a bad thought, Hermione. Harry would love her and if you think she’s for
us, then we ought to at least think about it.”

The very
thought of getting at Harry made Marietta
tremble with renewed desire. Unconsciously, she slid two fingers into her pussy
and started to pleasure herself.

Hermione
flipped over with a hungry look in her eye and then reached up to pull Marietta to her. “C’mere, love. I want to taste you
while you eat me.”

Marietta looked down at
her, her eyes gleaming. “Oh? Can you share that with Ginny and Harry, too?”

Hermione
shook her head. “No. They’d have to find out for themselves….”

“Oooooooooo. I like that idea!”

“You going
to stop talking and start licking or do I have to stun you?”

“Pushy,
pushy, Hermione!!” Marietta
said, as she climbed on top of her new lover and sank her pussy down onto
Hermione’s waiting mouth.

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Two hours later – Room of Requirement

Hermione rolled
over and looked at her lover. She was exhausted by their love-making, but
ecstatic over the results. She had cured Marrietta for good and at the same
time, had gained both a friend; an ally, and an incredible lover. She had even worked out a way to let
Marrietta make love to Harry without having Harry break his vows of fidelity: temporary blindness. She laughed at the
simplicity of it. If Harry didn’t know
that he was being ridden by
Marrietta, she’d be able to feel his cock anywhere she wanted it.

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Tuesday, March 18^th, just before sunrise

         There was no time like the early
morning, just before dawn, Hermione thought as she rose and stretched. Her
husband and bond-mate were still sound asleep, but
their six daughters were beginning to stir and soon, would be wanting
breakfast. They had stopped nursing a while ago, but always wanted warm milk
when they first woke up. Like every good mother, Hermione was attentive to
their dietary needs and made sure that the milk was fortified with protein
powder and the right multi-vitamins.

Harry had
commented that the concoction tasted vaguely like bread pudding when it was
finished, but otherwise had had no issues with it. Ginny, for her part, was put
off by the fact that the girls weren’t eating more solid food. She thought that
they should already have been started on mashed banana and other soft fruits.
Hermione had taken the time to show her that children who had been feed such a
diet ended up having too much of a sweet tooth…and pointed to her brother Ron
as being a prime example of that.

Ginny had
not seen very much of Ron because of everything that had happened recently, but
she was planning on getting more time with him and her other brothers when the
fighting calmed down and they were no long so much on the offense.

Padding
into the girls’ nursery room, Hermione looked at her six daughters. They were
all bundled up around each other; each laying on her side, holding one of her
sisters. It was the like way that she and Ginny slept with Harry…the only
difference being that most of the time, either she or Ginny slept on top of Harry, so that they could sleep
with his cock deep inside them.

Just
thinking about Harry and the love he had for her made Hermione wet all over
again….even though she had been most thoroughly satiated the night before by
her encounter with Marietta.
“That’s going to have
to wait”, Hermione thought to herself as she looked down into her
daughters’ crib. All six of them shared the one extended crib…which
Hermione had had made as a one-off by a furniture company in Wales. It was
made of Osage orange – a tree native to the southern U.S. Gulf States when, she
had discovered, had been used by the native Americans for a thousand or more
years to make bows and arrows. It was harder and more resilient than most
anything else…and had an orange-yellow wood that when stained properly, looked
very handsome.

Ginny had asked her a couple of times why she went to such effort to have
things made by Muggles when magic could do just as well and Harry had quietly
taken Ginny aside and explained that magic was not a total panacea and that
were was great value in what Muggles did. At first, Ginny didn’t believe
him…and then Harry had taken her to the Sainsbury's Supermarket on Tottenham
Court Road. Ginny had been completely blown away by it. She had never even been
to the Muggle market in Ottery St. Mary, which was really small in comparison
to Sainsbury’s. Harry had to explain to Ginny that most all of the food in the
magical world was actually produced and processed by Muggles and then brought
in by a series of middle-men, squibs mostly, who dealt with the two worlds.

After the
three had returned from that particular shopping trip, Hermione had resisted
the temptation to say “I told you so” to Ginny.
Harry privately thanked her later, in a wonderful, intimate way, for
keeping the peace and not provoking Ginny and after an hour of riding Harry’s
magical tongue, Hermione was too far gone to do anything but collapse into
their communal bed and sleep for several hours.

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Once their
six daughters were awake; had been fed breakfast, and had had their diapers
changed, Hermione brought the six of them to bed, so that she could go back to
sleep for a while and the girls could cuddle with their daddy. It made for a
much more crowded bed…but it was worthwhile and made the entire family that
much more rested and happy.

At some point,
the girls began to be restless. They had gotten their twelve-plus hours of
sleep and were ready to get up and face the world, such as it was to them.
Harry, on the other hand, was tired. The previous night, though magnificent in
terms of the time he had shared with Ginny (and Hermione, at a distance), had
taken somewhat of a toll on him. Simply put, Harry needed another several hours
of sleep. Ginny, though a strong and resilient witch,
was also tired. Parts of her were sore that hadn’t been sore in a while and she
too needed some more sleep.

Finally,
there was nothing for it but to call for some help. Harry lifted his tired head
and called out, “Dobby! Winky!”

Two muffled
“Crack! Crack!” disturbed the overall
calm of the master bedroom as Dobby and Winky appeared. “What can Dobby and Winy be doing for Master Harry this morning?” the
small, lovable, but somewhat obsequies house-elf said; his big, brown eyes
watching his master’s every move.

“Dobby,
Winky…thank you for coming. Could you two take the girls to be with you and
your children for a while? The three of us are still quite tired and need some
serious down-time, if we’re going be ready for Friday.”

Dobby
looked positively gleeful at the prospect of time with the six young girls.
They were at an age where everything was fascinating to them and the elves
could use their own particular brand of magic to help entertain them. Ginny,
Hermione, as well as Harry knew that…and were not-so-secretly hoping that the
six girls learned at least some of the Elvin magic as they grew up. It was
almost impossible for adult magic-users to learn, but Harry hoped that like
learning a foreign language, the girls would pick it up more easily as
children.

Dobby and
Winky took out their wands and magically called the six girls to them. Harry
felt his beautiful daughters crawling over him, anxious to get to their Elvin
playmates. He laughed as his six, almost twenty-two
month old daughters crawled off the bed and joined the two house-elves. There
were smiles all around as the two elves and six daughters hugged and then
disappeared together.

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Falling
back, Harry smiled to himself. Getting wands for Dobby and his wives was one of
the best things he had ever suggested to Hermione. One of the by-products of
giving wands to elves was to make them almost insanely loyal – which Harry had
not expected at the time, but was all right, as far as he was concerned. His
six girls, Adrienne,
Adrianne, Miranda, Sfinx, Vivianne and Anna-Marie Potter were all as safe as
they could be. At least…safe as they could be given that there was an insane
dark lord still out there, somewhere, who was still plotting and trying to find
a way to immorality and ultimate power.

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“Oh God, Harry! Fuck me!! Push it in now.”

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