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Triangle Disease

Part I

Chapter Eighteen

�Christmas Eve�

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From Chapter Seventeen
�Waiting some more�

The day that Ginny discovered that she could travel by fire was
almost a tragedy, as well. She had walked into the master suite and was heading
towards the fireplace in order to spend some quality time off with a romance
novel and a mug of hot cider. She tripped and because of how close she was to
the fire, fell headfirst right into it. In a moment�s panic, she wished to be
anywhere but there and found herself, a moment later, arriving in the great
hall in a pillar of blue fire.�� The next
time it happened, it was deliberate. She dove at the fire and wished to be in
the great hall. She arrived in the same column of fire.

Ginny kept the discovery to herself until new
year�s eve. Harry had built a huge bonfire in the Castle�s courtyard for
the evening�s celebration. He had gone to the effort of sending patroni to all
of the DA members and to their families with the location of safe port key
locations outside of the wards of the Castle. He wanted it to be a big party as
well as a reunion of old friends. There was a lot to celebrate as well as a
large number of �gifts� to give out.

�Girls, I have a surprise for you. Pisky!�

Pisky popped in the bedroom.

�Is everything ready?� asked Harry with a smile.

�Yes, master Harry. Everything is ready and waiting for you,�
Pisky answered happily.

Harry turned to the girls and held out his arm. �Shall we?�

The girls looked surprised to each other, then to Harry. �Where
are we going?� asked Ginny.

�I am going to have late supper with my wives,� Harry said
smiling. �Do you mind to join me?�

The girls smiled contentedly. They both took his arm and went to
the dining room. The dining room was changed beyond recognition. Everything was
dark, except in the corner was a small table with candle light. Harry held out
the chairs for his girls, and when they sat down, he took a chair and sat down
him self.

Pasky popped next to Harry and began to serve soup. Posky was
filling the glasses with white whine and Pisky came in with the violin and
started to play romantic music. The music was magical enhanced, because Harry
could here a whole orchestra behind it, but the music was wonderful.

The girls looked very pleased.

�That is so thoughtful of you, Harry,� said a very pleased
Hermione. �It is night, and I become already hungry. What is on the menu?�

�That is a surprise,� said Harry mystically smiling.

�I don�t like surprises,� Ginny said smugly. �They always tend
to be little disasters.�

�Don�t be a spoilsport, Ginny,� Hermione said. �This is a nice
surprise, and I will let Harry surprise us. And what can go wrong?�

Ginny smirked. �You forget that Moody and the twins are in the
manor.�

Hermione looked thoughtful. �Ginny is right. Harry, what is the
surprise?�

Harry looked a bit sour. �I have not the foggiest idea,� he
said. �I told the elves to surprise us.�

Ginny started to laugh, and Hermione looked dangerous to Harry.
Then she turned to the table and smelled the wine. �This is not wine,� she
said.

�No Hermione, this is not real wine. It is a magical equivalent
of wine. Everything is there, except the alcohol, and whatever the elves did
with it, it tastes like it. It is amazing that you detect that this is not
wine.�

�Thanks Harry. This was very sweet of you, and this is indeed a
nice surprise. Having a late supper with your husband in pajamas is indeed
unexpected. And the candles and music, this is fantastic, I love it.� She bowed
over and kissed Harry on the lips.

�Tonight you get your reward,� she whispered huskily.

It was late. Harry had been up all day working on their
surprise, as well as taking care of his responsibilities to Phoenix Industries
and keeping up with his schoolwork and training. �I need to go to sleep,
sweethearts,� Harry said.

�But we have that reward for you, Harry,� Ginny said with great
anticipation.

Harry was not, however, stupid and he wouldn�t willingly miss
out on something that his wives had planned for him. Spoilsport, he was not.
�Lead on, my loves.�

Ginny and Hermione rose, took Harry by the hand, and led him to
their bedroom. The two of them were moving slowly, as they had grown enormously
fecund in the previous several months and were almost bursting with the weight
of the three girls that each was growing inside her.

Hermione took out her wand and wordlessly made the special
cabinet where the pensieve was house open. A second flick of
her wand and the pensieve rose and drifted towards the three of them; coming to
rest on a table near their bed that had suddenly sprung into existence.

Hermione spoke first, as she had been the one to come up with
the idea that she and Ginny were hatching. �Harry? Since Ginny and I are not
really in any shape for the kind of �energetic� sex that we�ve had in the past,
we wanted to share with you some of our most private memories. We think that
you�ll like seeing them from our perspective and feeling what we felt. It�s
taken a lot to extract these memories. Apparently, the pensieve�s magic is
fashioned to allow you to see memories from the third-person perspective only,
so that you watch all of the action. We had to tinker with some very, very old
and complex magic that neither Ginny nor I had ever seen before in order to
make this happen. We hope that it will be fun for you to feel things as we felt
them. We�re hoping that it turns you on � because we know that you�ve not gotten
to have sex with either of us in several weeks and it�s beginning to be a
strain. We want you to know how much we love you and how much we appreciate
your patience. We promise that we are going to make it up to you once the girls
are born!�

�Oh my God, Hermione. How long have you two been working on this? I just used the
pensieve the other day and I didn�t notice any changes.�

Ginny took Harry�s hand and brought it to her cheek, feeling the
warmth of it and the security of touching her husband. �We did the final
incantation yesterday, while you were talking to Dobby. I wondered what was
taking you so long, but after tonight�s wonderful dinner, I know what it must
have been. Can I tell you how much I appreciated dinner? You know I love have
dinner with you via candlelight.�

Ginny�s magic started to shimmer around her in its usual
orangey-red, as it had done some many times since they had gotten married. She
reached out for Hermione and Hermione�s magic effervesced too, so that her
deep-blue aura was palpable as well. Harry felt their love and there was no way
that his own magic would not respond to theirs. He drew them to him, so that he
could kiss them. It had never been the easiest thing, but somehow, when their
lips met, they melded into one another. Ginny loved how soft Hermione�s kisses
were, just as Hermione reveled in the taste and the touch of her two
extraordinary lovers.

The erection that their kisses caused was, if not exactly normal
in its dimensions, normal in its insistence for attention. Ginny and Hermione
both snaked hands down to Harry�s crotch, to caress his erection through his
slacks. �Beat you to it, Hermione! God,
isn�t it huge? I can�t wait to get it into me again! He makes me so wet!�

Hermione�s laugh was like musical bells in Ginny�s head �You horny slut. Of course he makes you wet.
I�m so wet, I could probably make love to a
watermelon. No, wait, I have three inside!� That comment was good for
raucous laughter on Ginny�s part. �Hermione,
I know you. You�d still try. You love fucking Harry anytime and anywhere.
Remember, I could feel you doing him under the invisibility cloak when we went
on the muggle train in September.�

Harry was a party to their thoughts and they knew it full
well. He was getting harder and more excited by the moment, listening to their
thoughts and their expressions of desire for him. It pleased him no end that he
could please them so well and that they loved what he did for them so much.

�Ginny? I think that Harry
might like his first gift now. Do you want to share your memory first or do you
want me to do it?�

�You go ahead,
Hermione. When you�ve shown him the memory, I�ll see if I can�t coax our 24
centimeter friend out to play.�

Hermione focused her mental link so that her bond with Harry
grew in intensity. Harry�s already over-stimulated magic roared in joy and
twined itself hers. The magic bond fed back at Hermione, causing her to groan
audibly �Oh God, Harry. If I could fuck
you right now, I would ride you until it fell off. I want you so bad! Please touch
my pussy. Feel me up? Please?!�

Harry knew better than to refuse Hermione�s request, so he put
his arms around her and kissed her all over her face. �I bet it�s not going to take much to get you going, love, so here it
comes!� Harry�s right hand reached down to the front hem of her skirt hand
lifting it up so that he could reach her sex. Her panties were mere wisps of
silk and Harry was able to push them aside with his fingers as he felt her sex.
She was wet as a river! The moment his fingers touched her clit, her
hips snapped forward and she moaned loudly. It took no more than another minute
of stimulation for Hermione to scream Harry�s name and pitch forward, as her
orgasm overtook her.

When she could stand again, she saw Harry standing there, naked
and looking at her, with the want of her written plainly on his face and his
need of her in his erection, which was now violently purple and wet with his
pre-cum.

�Hermione? If we don�t get a move
on, Harry�s going to cum just with just the barest touch and won�t get to enjoy
your memory.�

�Ginny? I can�t. Not
now. I need a moment to recover. Harry made me cum really hard and the girls
are moving all around in me.�

Ginny�s empathetic skills were a closely guarded secret
within the Weasley family. No one
else knew about them, most especially anyone at the Ministry for Magic. Empaths
were exceedingly rare and she�d have been pressed into years of service at St.
Mungo�s if the Ministry had caught wind of what she could do. She walked over
to where Hermione was leaning on the back of a chair for support and placed her
hands on either side of Hermione�s belly. Ginny closed her eyes and sought out
the small and fragile tendrils of thought that were Hermione�s three growing
babies. It took a moment for her to focus her magic as she sought out each
baby�s special spark. The moment that she did, they responded to her through
the magical gateway that she had created.

Ginny was just about to pull away once she felt Hermione�s girls
calming down when the most extraordinary thing occurred. Ginny knew, by
instinct, what the spark felt like from each of her girls. She had known it
from the moment that each girl�s magic had woken up. She knew when that had
happened very, very precisely. It was the night that they had been sitting in bed, and Harry started to brush out Hermione�s hair, and the
three of them ended up sharing magic and making love. That was the night that
the golden triangle was born and that was the night when she felt the tiny,
precious flickers of magic that were her girls.

AS she was about to separate from the link that connected her to
Hermione�s girls, she felt the connections that HER girls had formed with those
sparks. It was as if the six girls had connected via her magical link and she
knew, because she could feel it - that they didn�t
want to break the link � at least not yet. Ginny was overcome with the love
that she felt and she dissolved into tears.

Harry had no idea what was going on. One moment, he was
expecting to share some (he guessed) highly erotic memories with his wives, via
the pensieve, and the next, his wives are both crying and holding each other.
It was very, very confusing. His erection was the first casualty of those tears
and the mood, he thought, was shattered and the evening, lost.

Hermione was the first to reach out a hand to him. She looked
down at his wilted erection and the longing and hurt in his eyes and she
guessed immediately what he was feeling. It was that obvious. He didn�t know
what had passed between her and Ginny, nor could he have known. It was
intensely personal and special. Not that she didn�t want him
to know, but rather that he could not have known. Hermione also did not
know where to begin telling him! How to explain what she had felt Ginny and
Ginny�s not-yet-born girls do for her and her not-yet-born girls?

Ginny reached out for him too and they drew him into their arms,
so that they could share magic with him and tell him what had happened.
Hermione was pretty sure that if had not been for Harry�s incredible power and
the love that he had shown them [not to mention their basic magical
compatibilities], they never would have been able to create their golden
triangle. She also guessed that old Moldimort was in for a hell of a surprise �
especially when it came to their children. If she was right, the magic that
they had already shown was a precursor of truly amazing abilities when they
became adults. Besides, all of the girls were going to get the best educations,
practical or otherwise, that money could buy.

That, of course, did nothing to cure the problem at hand. Harry
desperately wanted a sexual release of some kind and so far, all that had
happened was that he had made her cum and had received no physical
affection in return. It was time to even things up!

�Harry?� Ginny thought
at him �I�m going to show you something
that I think you�ll like. I was going to have Hermione go first, but since
she�s sill recovering, I�ll do it. I really hope you like it. No one has ever seen this thought and you�re the
only one is ever going to!�

Ginny walked Harry the couple of paces over to the table with
the pensieve. She lifted off the cover, drew out her wand, and pointed it at
her temple. She closed her eyes and slowly drew the tip of her wand away from
her temple. There was a gossamer silver thread trailing from it that she drew
down to the shimmering surface of the pensieve. When the silver thread made
contact, it melted into the rest of the swirling memories. Ginny touched the
surface again with the tip of her wand, one stable image formed, so that Ginny
and Harry could see an image of what Harry thought might be Ginny�s dorm room
at Hogwarts.

�Ready, Harry?�

�Ready as I�ll ever be, Ginny�

The two of them bent over the pensieve and their foreheads
touched the surface. Their bodies became transparent in an instant and then
they were gone. Hermione thought that she�d never get used to seeing that
happen, because it was so very odd.

Harry remembered all to well the feeling of falling in darkness
forever when entering the pensieve. He had done it countless times with
Dumbledore.

In the next moment, Harry found himself looking at Ginny, in
what had to be her Hogwarts room. He was on her bed � a white and pink bed that
was so familiar. He had seen, of course, in it Ginny�s room at her parents�
home during the summer of his 6^th year. He (in this memory) got up
and made her way to her closet. This was SO odd! It was really strange to be
the object of a memory and not seeing it, as he had so many times with
Dumbledore, from a 3^rd party perspective. But � it did have its
advantages. Harry could feel�oh my God! breasts! It
felt so strange to feel her nipples brushing against her nightgown. It felt
good though�and that turned him on a lot. Instead of an erection, Harry could
feel this body � GINNY�S BODY! � getting WET. No
wonder girls talked about it with such enthusiasm! It felt wonderful. He wanted
to reach down and touch and explore this new feeling. However, this memory of
Ginny had other plans.

He felt himself walking over to the closet, opening it, and
reaching in for�OH MY GOD! Where did she get one of those? Harry knew
immediately what the cloth was. It was an Invisibility Cloak. But, where did
she get it?

The memory of Ginny put the cloak over her shoulders, just as
Harry had done so very often. It was too weird, Harry thought. He could see his
Ginny standing next to him � but he was in her body. Maybe this first-person
view wasn�t such a good idea after all, Harry thought. It�s too disorienting
for the person watching the memory. Oh well, too late now to back out. Besides,
Ginny really wanted to have him see this and Harry didn�t want to bail out on
it simply because it was a little confusing for him.

The next thing he knew, the memory-Ginny was racing down the stairway
from the girls� dorm. Half-way down, she stopped, incanted something
nonverbally, and a doorway appeared. The memory of Ginny stepped through the
doorway and descended down another set of stairs.

As Ginny, Harry walked down one flight of hidden stairs and then
a half-flight in another direction. It was confusing. When the finally came out
into a well-lit corridor, he thought he knew were they were. It was the hall
leading into the showers for the 6^th and 7^th year
students. The exit to the right was for the guys and the one to the left was
for the girls. No Gryffindor male had ever successfully entered the girls�
showers, as far as he knew. A few had tried, but they had become white chickens
for their troubles and had stayed that way for several days. Ginny turned
right, into the guy�s showers. Harry tried to stop himself (herself?) for a
moment, but then realized that he couldn�t, and so he went with it. There
seemed to be someone in the shower off to the right, and that is where Ginny�s
memory went. They came around a corner and there, in the shower, was his 5^th
year self. Alone. Naked. Masturbating.

Why would Ginny have brought him down here?,
he wondered. What purpose could it serve for him to see a younger self,
masturbating? He remembered what those quiet Saturday mornings had felt like.
They were they only time he could get away from his dorm-mates long enough to
be able to jack off in peace. He remembered how good it felt to be able to
dream about Ginny and Hermione and make himself cum.

It took just a moment for Harry to realize what was going on.
The memory of Ginny started running her hands all over her body. She took off
her clothes under the cloak and stood naked, watching a memory of him getting
off. It was weird, but erotic enough. When Ginny�s hands went from her breasts
down to her sex, Harry began to understand why Ginny might think being in her
memory would be appealing. It felt amazing from the moment Ginny�s fingers
brushed the lips of her own sex. The Ginny memory that he was experiencing
spread her legs and Harry felt, for
possibly the last time, what it feels like to be penetrated and by something he
really enjoyed � fingers.

Watching himself through Ginny�s eyes and yet feeing her
body respond was so weird � yet so amazing. Her legs spread, almost
as if on their own, and her fingers were moving with an almost wild
abandon in and out of her sex. Every time the fingers grazed her clit, Harry
could feel the amazing thrum of desire radiate through her lower belly. Harry
looked up, through Ginny�s eyes, and saw himself in the shower, cumming in a
streaming arc all over the shower floor. That was enough, apparently, to trip
off Ginny�s orgasm. It shook Harry down to his core. It was so different from his own but it was amazing. Ginny�s sex was so wet and
he could feel it still wanting to squeeze down on something. It was pulsing
like his heartbeat, only infinitely more pleasurably.

�Harry?� The voice in
his head brought him out of his sexual fog. �Seen enough? It�s time to go.� Harry looked at her � something had
not done in several long minutes � and he nodded. He was definitely ready to
get out of this memory and get back to his wives.

The long, dark fall down into a memory had a counter-part: the
long grey trip out. It was like walking through a fog-bank, only faster.� Once they were out, Harry found himself once
again standing in front of the pensieve. He was still painfully erect and
wanting, and he was even more turned on.

�Ginny, can you please bring our wonderful husband to bed? I
have a surprise for him.�

�Be right there, Hermione,
love. We�re just catching our breath after that memory. I think Harry liked it.
He�s SO hard!�

Ginny took Harry by the hand and led him to their master
bed. The four-poster was very similar to the beds at Hogwarts, only larger.

Hermione and Ginny grinned feral grins at Harry as he climbed up
onto the bed. �Time to make you cum, Mr. Potter��
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�Christmas Eve�