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Triangle Disease
Part I
Chapter Sixteen
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– from Chapter 15 – “Anticipation”
The
lights were still out in the master suite and Harry could not see much. He drew
his wand and whispered ‘lumos’. Immediately, a very soft light appeared at
the tip of his wand, just as Harry had wanted. It guided him to the edge of the
bed, where he found Ginny curled up around Hermione, with her right hand cupped
around Hermione’s naked breast. Both of them were beautiful beyond description
to him and he felt a powerful longing to be back in bed with them. However,
Harry knew that they were both pregnant and their appetites were going to start
to assert themselves. It had been two and a half months since they had gotten
married and though neither of his wives was ‘showing’ yet, he knew that was
only a matter of time as well.
Dutifully,
Harry covered them with blankets, up to their chins, so that they would be warm
enough and then padded back down to the kitchen. He figured that by the time he
had made enough food for the three of them, they would be up. He was anxious to tell them about his evening
practice session with Dobby and about an idea he had had earlier. Harry had the
feeling that his wives would not object.
The
blankets shifted and she felt a warm breath on the back of her neck. It was so
warm; so peaceful ad it felt so good to just lay there and feel the warm hand
cupping her breast. It felt different –
not as heavy – as Harry’s. The hands weren’t rough. Ginny.
Hermione
was still drowsy as she snuggled under the covers – but she felt very grateful
in the moment for the curse that brought the three of them together, because
she had gained not only the best husband and best friend in the world, but the
sweetest lover and best girlfriend for whom she could have ever hoped. Hermione felt loved, secure, and most of all,
happy. She knew that Tom was still
out there and that the death eaters were still dangerous – but she, her
bond-sister, and her husband were safe and a very long away from those
problems.
I don’t have to get up. It’s warm here and
it’s cold out there. “Harry?”
“ ‘Mione? You
still in bed?”
“Yea, babe. Hmmmmm. Ginny’s
feeling me up in slow motion and I just don’t want to move. What time is it?
And where are you?”
“Sweetie, it’s
9:30 in the morning. I couldn’t sleep,
because I’ve been thinking about our classes and about some things I want to
do. I got up about 6:30 and went for a run and then came back.”
Suddenly,
Hermione was very much awake. Not only awake, but seething. “HARRY! How dare you go out without one of
us! You could have been taken! Are you just being a god-damn fool or do you
think you’re invulnerable?”
“Hermione?
Please…I didn’t go out alone. Dobby came with me and before I went out, I used
a disillusionment charm…AND….I stayed within the Castle’s boundaries, so I was
protected that way, too. Please, ‘Mione. I love you. I’m not ever going to do
anything stupid like that again. I have too much to live for now.”
Hermione’s
anger dissipated like steam over hot coffee on a breezy morning. Harry DID love them and he DID do the right thing, so there was no
reason to be angry with him, so she owed him an apology for insulting him. The thought made her feel very guilty and
that brought tears to her eyes.
“oh, Harry. I’m…I’m sorry! Please come to us?”
Hermione
never heard him apparate in their room, because he had long ago perfected using
the silencio charm before
disapparating. It effectively silenced the ‘POP’ that usually announced the
arrival of a witch or wizard.
“ ‘Mione, I’m here, love.”
She
stretched out her hand to him and he walked the several feet to the edge of the
bed where she lay. “Come back to bed,
love. I want to apologize for what I said earlier. I was wrong. Forgive me?”
Harry
shed his clothes with a thought and a wave of his hand and tucked himself in
next to his wife. Harry felt the blankets being drawn up around his shoulders
and the wonderful warmth of Hermione’s body next to his.
At
first, it was just peaceful and quiet to lay there and feel Hermione’s warm
breath on the back of his neck. Soon, though, Harry felt Hermione’s hand snake
down the length of his body, to grasp his growing erection. “Love? Please, please forgive me? I should never have insulted you.
Please tell me you love me and that I’m forgiven?”
Her
voice in his head was desperate and choked with emotion. To answer her, Harry
rolled towards her, so that he was lying on his left side and was face to face
with her. “Hermione. There is nothing you could ever do that
would ever make me mad. Momentarily frustrated maybe, but not mad. I love you.
It’s unconditional, Hermione. I will give my life to protect you, if or when it
comes to that.”
The
image, the very idea, of a broken and defeated Harry was too much for her.
Hermione pulled herself out of Ginny’s loving, but sleepy hold and crawled on
top of Harry. “Harry, I will never let
you go. It will always be all of us. We live together or…” and she trailed
off. She clung to him and let herself cry. For his part, Harry was pretty sure
that the downside of being in the ‘golden triangle’ was that they were destined
to meet their end, together, either by Voldemort or by the ravages of time
itself. Harry decided that if the did go
together, that it was all right. It was being left behind that scared him more than anything else and he promised himself that he
would become the wizard he needed to be in order to prevent that from
happening. Harry held her in his arms
and didn’t let go for a long time. It was going to be all right. He’d make it right.
***********************************
It
was the middle of October and their lessons with the tutors had just begun. It
had taken a while to find someone to replace Hermione’s Runes teacher and to
find someone who’d teach them potions. Snape would not do, even if Harry had
not turned him into a cockroach at the Ministry for Magic, so they had turned
to one of Harry’s mothers’ best friends – Lucile Lystergia. Lucile had been
within a half a point of beating Lily’s Outstanding
on their NEWT’s. Lucile, however, had gone to the Universitatis
Cantebrigiensis for theoretical potions research and
earned both her Master’s and her Doctorate. What Hermione loved about Lucile
was that she was muggle-born too and understood Hermione’s fascination with
high grading the best of both worlds.
Nymphadora
Tonks had reluctantly agreed to teach them transfiguration, even while she
protested that she wasn’t going to be as good at teaching it (at least not for
NEWT-level) as Minerva McGonagall. Getting a DADA teacher
turned out to be the easiest teacher to get. Remus Lupin was happy to
cue up for the position and was very appreciative of what Harry was offering
for compensation. Kingsley Shacklebolt had become hostile to their needs and
refused the DADA position after it was revealed that he had resisted helping
the DA and Dumbledore when push had come to shove. Their charms professor was one of Professor
Flitwick’s protégés, Alvin Winnegar. Alvin was
an American, who had done his Masters in religious charms studies at the University of Westminster
in London and
his doctoral work at the Universitatis Harvardensis with a specialty, oddly enough,
in the theoretical use of charms in rituals. He was tall and powerfully
handsome and, as Hermione discovered to her embarrassment, gay as a three-pound
note.
The
hardest part of their renewed training was the fact that they really missed all
of their friends. Harry, Hermione, and
Ginny loved each other and certainly, it was wonderful to be away from the
horrible, continual commentary from the Slytherins, but it was also lonely to
be away from Ron, the Patil twins, Lavender Brown, Neville, and the rest of the
DA members.
However,
for all of that, while the classes were not as structured as the classes at
Hogwarts, they were and while the classes were not as structured as the classes
at Hogwarts, they were way more
fun. Hermione had never learned so much
in such a short time. Harry and Ginny
were progressing quickly as well. Harry
was quickly mastering the difficult and complex NEWT-level charms, including
the anti-apparition/disapparation charm and scrying charm. The latter charm
Harry privately hoped they would be able to use to track certain death eaters
and find the rest of the Horcruxes that Riddle had hidden. Ginny was devouring her OWL work and, with
the exception of History of Magic, she was having an easy time of it.
***********************************
It was Friday, and it was end of the
second week of November. The three of
them were over a month into their classes and things were going well. The trio
was getting used to rising early each morning and getting outside early for a
long walk, followed by breakfast and morning classes. This day, however, Harry
had something else on his mind.
The
three of them were outside, walking and sharing their thoughts, as they had
become so used to doing. It was their second lap around the inner perimeter of
the Castle grounds (which Harry figured equaled about four kilometers) and they
were getting close to finishing, before they went in for breakfast. “ Ginny? ‘Mione? I think
we ought to take a break today, dig up some disguises, and visit Diagon alley.
We need to go to Olivander’s to get back-up wands and we really out to see Fred
and George. I need to talk to them about some ideas I’ve had and setting up
another company.”
Ginny
piped up in response to Harry’s thoughts about her twin brothers “What do you want to bet that they’ve had
things all along that they hadn’t told anyone about. I mean, really, they
already had that Peruvian Darkness Powder and the fanged Frisbees would have
been no problem to modify to do a lot more than just chase people around and
shave off their hair.”
“Ginny, that’s what I thought. Anyway, it
will be really interesting to see what they’ve done. ‘Mione?
What do you need most at Diagon alley? I figure that you’d want more ink, quills,
etc. and maybe some more things to read. Plus – we might want to duck into
Madam Malkin’s and see if there are new robes that she can do for you as you
two grow. I want you two to be comfortable. Oh, and we need more potions making
supplies. Fred and George will have the exotic stuff in their private supplies,
as usual, so make your lists. I figure we can go in about two hours. I also
want to pick up the special suits we ordered.”
Ginny
and Hermione both nodded and the three walked hand in hand in hand back to the
main doors of the Castle.
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