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Triangle Disease - Part II	By : egb67 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 18424 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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TRIANGLE DISEASE

Part II

CHAPTER FOUR

“GAME ON”

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From
Chapter Three – “Meeting of the Minds”

There was a great deal
to be done. The staff at the Daily
Prophet was going to have to be ‘talked to’ and the Minister for Magic was
going to have to be brought around to Harry’s way of thinking. Where they stood
seemed to be a good neutral ground, so Harry cast a permanency charm on the
chairs, the table, the tea set, and then, as he and Dumbledore walked several
paces from the area, hid the entire conjuring under a disillusionment charm.
That would keep any stray Muggles away and keep it prepared for the meetings
that he knew he would have to have.

As the Archmage and
his protégé prepared to apparate away, the younger wizard looked at his mentor.
“Albus? For what its
worth, I am sorry I hurt you. I have always loved as a father or an uncle. Will
you forgive me for my obstinance?”

“Harry, will you
forgive an old man his mistakes in not realizing the power of young love? Will
you forgive me for not realizing that I could never make you choose between me
and the women you love?”

“You never had to ask, Professor. I’ve already forgiven you.” Fighting back tears, Harry apparated home.

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Harry was
right. He did make love to his wives when he returned home. How could he not?
They were in the bedroom, on the love-seat, holding, touching, and kissing each
other with amazing tenderness. “Can I
join in?” he said quietly in their minds.

The girls both looked at him with big smiles “Oh Harry! Ginny’s made me feel so
good! She put four fingers in me….I thought I was going to explode. I came and
came.”

“Well? How could I not,
sweetie? You taste so good!” Ginny’s thoughts were replete with
lecherousness and desire. “Besides, I was
horny and you were walking around in nothing but those white silk knickers of
yours. You know they drive me crazy.”

“oh?
You mean these?” Hermione
did a casual flick of her wrist and the panties that she had been divested of
earlier at Ginny’s insistence flew to Harry’s hand. He looked at them and then
stroked them along his cheek. “God,
‘Mione. I love them on you, too. They make me want to do this…” Harry fell
to his knees between her spread legs and kissed his way up the inside of her
right thigh. “Harry…..? ohhhhhhhh, god that feels so nice. Please..do
me.”

“I plan to, love.
I’ve missed making love to you, too. I’m glad that the babies are asleep”

“Owwwwwwwwwwwwww.
I have an idea, Harry.”

“Please
don’t have him stop, Ginny……….ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, oh God, owwwwwwwww. He’s
licking me so good……oh!”

Ginny whispered “Facereaperte” and Harry’s clothes melted away from
his body, to re-from themselves in a neatly folded pile on their chest of
drawers. His need for Hermione became immediately apparent, as it jutted up and
out from his body. To Ginnys’ way of thinking, it was too hard to resist, so
she didn’t. As she pressed her naked body against his, her right hand wrapped
naturally around his powerful erection, stroking it up and down. It took only a
moment for her palm to become slick with his pre-cum.

The golden nimbus that always formed during their intense
lovemaking sessions had already gathered around Harry and Hermione’s
bodies. Ginny really wanted to ask her
mother about that, but she knew that there were things that she just couldn’t
discuss unless or until her mother and father were both safe.

“
‘Mione? Let go…cum for me! I want to make
love with you. Just….let go” Harry’s sibilant, desire-filled thoughts
pushed her towards orgasm.

Ginny’s thoughts pushed into Hermione’s mind, egging her
on. “Cum for him,
Hermione! He loves licking
you, but he wants his cock in you, too.” Ginny showed Hermione what Harry’s
cock looked like as it bobbed up and down in front of him. That image was all
it took to send Hermione into her own furious orgasm. One thing about Hermione – she was a
screamer. Silencing charms were something she become very good during her
evening masturbation sessions at Hogwarts. It wouldn’t have done her reputation
any good for her dorm mates to know just how much she loved to cum and how
often she gave herself over to the pleasures her toys and her fingers could
bring.

Hermione sagged into the loveseat. She couldn’t hold
herself up any longer. Harry was so good at making her cum and Ginny had such
wicked, suggestive ideas that the three of them were perfect for each other.

“God, Harry. What
you do to me is amazing. I love your magic tongue.”

Harry
kissed the inside of her thighs and around her sex but was careful not to touch
it, because he knew that Hermione’s body was on a hair-trigger.

“
‘Mione?, Ginny? Can we move to the bed? I
really would like to fall asleep with one of you or both of you on top of me. I
want to cum, but my knees are tired.”

“Hermione,
love? Our husband is a wimp. Can’t even be
on his knees for a few minutes….awww. the poor baby”

“Well, I think I can
forgive him that. I mean, how else could I get my problems so well taken care
of if not by Harry?”

Ginny turned to look at her lover and saw the big smile on
her face. “Oh? And what about an hour
ago, when you were screaming for me to make you cum again? Was that not good
enough?”

Hermione
blushed. She knew perfectly well that Ginny had in fact twisted her insides in
glorious orgasmic knots with her tongue and fingers less than an hour ago and
that she had begged her red-headed lover to do it again and again. Ginny just
liked teasing her, because Hermione blushed even more furiously than Ginny did
and she had the most wonderfully delicious way of making it up to Ginny.

“Hate to break up
the gab-fest my loves, but I really am horny and want to make love to both of
you. Would it be too much to ask for to have you two arrange yourselves
thusly?” Harry showed them a mental image of his beautiful lovers on top of
him, facing each other, pleasing both him and themselves. Of course, they were
happy to oblige. Since Ginny wanted to feel Harry’s mouth and hands on her sex,
she knelt over his head, so that he could have unfettered access to her bits
while Hermione settled herself down onto his enormous erection.

Hermione
was the first to start down the path towards bliss – repeatedly impaling herself on him and gasping every time she felt the tip of
his prodigious maleness touch her cervix. Ginny was lost in lust at the same
time, partly because of Harry’s exquisite touch and partly because she was
watching her best friend and lover make love to their husband. It was
enormously erotic for Ginny to watch Harry’s erection repeatedly disappearing
into Hermione. The wet sucking sound of Hermione’s sex clutching Harry’s cock
was also aural erotica. That, plus the tiny gasps that Hermione was making,
were almost enough by themselves to help Ginny cum. However, Hermione was
intent on pushing her red-haired lover over the edge that much quicker, so she
reached out and took each of Ginny’s rock-hard nipples in her mouth in turn and
nibbled and sucked on each. Ginny thrust out her chest as much as she could
while maintaining the contact of her sex with Harry’s probing and licking
tongue. Her whole body started to twitch and she could feel the orgasm building
in her toes. Desperate to make Hermione cum too, Ginny reached down between
Hermione’s legs, where Hermione’s body met Harry’s, and touched the magic
button at the top of Hermione’s silky cleft.

Hermione convulsed almost immediately and she felt Harry
join with her in orgasm as he pushed his hips upwards and fired volley after
volley of cum deep into her. Hermione was just alert enough to be thankful that
she had cast the ‘Inconceivious’ charm on herself and on Ginny before they had
settled themselves on top of Harry. Otherwise, they’d be looking at having even
more children and that seemed like way too many, somehow.

Ginny was the last to cum, but she came hard as Harry’s
warm hands squeezed and caressed her ass and pulled her down hard on his mouth,
so that he could flick his tongue back and forth over her clit just fast enough
to get her to cum. Lucky for Harry, Ginny was a confirmed lover of anal sex and
having her husbands’ attention focused on her bottom whenever possible. Ginny
was also working on Hermione – trying to convince her to take Harry in her bottom,
just the way he had fantasized about doing in their third year together.

Ginny thought that now that the three of them were
married, Harry should have a chance to try every fantasy that he could think
of, so long in just involved the three of them. She had already tried the
making love on a broomstick fantasy. To her chagrin, she had discovered that it
was A LOT easier to make love on the ground than in the air and much more fun.

They had tried the ‘naughty schoolgirl and professor’
fantasy and that had been great fun for all three of them.

Harry was feeling tired, but much loved and extremely
secure at the moment. Ginny was still posted above him after her orgasm, though
she was slouched in Hermione’s arms. Hermione, for her part, still held Harry’s
partially-erect penis in her body and didn’t want to let go.

“Harry,
love? Can I use you as a sex toy for a few
minutes? I’m not quite ready to give up on cumming again and there’s something
that I really want to try with you and Ginny.”

“
‘Mione? Yours to use!”

“Oh good! Thank
you, Harry. We both love you very, very much.”

Harry’s
response was a warm mental embrace of the two of them, which they returned in
equal measure.

As Harry drifted off to sleep, he felt Hermione stroking
his wet cock back to stone hardness and heard her whisper “Petrificus Partialis”

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It was almost 4pm when Harry woke from his nap. It was quiet
in the room. He could hear the quiet sound of his wives breathing, feel their
arms and legs draped over his body, and he could see their peaceful dreams as
images floating by. Even after over a
year of being with Hermione and Ginny, he never lost the sense of amazement and
wonder at all the things that were possible because of
magic.

Harry also recognized, belatedly, that there were other
presences in the bed. Harry smiled a
father’s smile when he recognized that his two wives had brought their girls to
bed. He made a mental note to himself to be grateful that he had listened to
Hermione (always the practical one) and purchased a ‘European’ King-sized bed.
It was a huge bed that barely seemed
adequate when all nine of them were in it together.

There was no way that he was going to be able extricate
himself from the bed without waking both Ginny and Hermione and the girls, so
he did something that he would never have done otherwise and apparated directly
from the bed to the bathroom. He hoped that his sudden disappearance would not
disturb his beautiful family.

He listened for a few minutes while standing in the
doorway of their bathroom, but heard no sound. For that he was also grateful. Seems like I have a lot
to be grateful for these days. If only someone had pulled Tom Riddle out of his emotional quagmire
and away from his destructive thoughts when he was young. One small act
of courage or kindness might have turned things around and prevented this war
from happening.

Would I give this up, though? For
anything in the world? Harry wondered it was a shameful thing to be
thankful that he had been forced into being both a husband and a father.

A moments' introspection showed him that it was Toms'
fault and not his and that if Tom wanted to be stupid and self-destructive, he
was perfectly happy to oblige him.
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