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Triangle
Disease

Part I

Chapter
Seven

�Promises�

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Harry was walking up and down the small waiting room with his
hands on his back looking down to the carpet. Mr. Weasley and Mr. Granger were
studying the young boy. They could not help to feel amused, because they
remembered their moments, when they were in his position.

�I have the feeling that we forgot something�, Harry said to him
self. �Maybe I forgot the flowers?� He turned to the men. �Do we need flowers?�

Mr. Granger was thinking � Mr. Weasley stood and started to walk
like Harry, his hands on his back. �I think we need flowers. �

�How do we get them?� Harry asked.

�Well, you are a wizard, so do your magic.� Mr. Granger replied.

�Yes � well � I�m not that good with conjuring things,
especially flowers,� Harry said.

�Well, I will do my best�, Mr. Weasley said.

He concentrated shortly, waved his wand, and murmured something
under his breath. Small purple unknown flowers appeared everywhere in the
waiting room, and they kept appearing. The waiting room started to smell
like�disgusting old socks.

�

�Oh, stop it�, Mr. Granger screamed. �This is disgusting!�

Mr. Weasley was trying to stop the flow of the purple flowers,
but to no effect.� They kept appearing in
the waiting room � now the men were standing knee high in the flowers and the
smell started to become unbearable.

�Let�s get out of here and find a better waiting room before
things get out of hand here�, Harry said hurriedly.

�Good idea�, Mr. Granger said. He grabbed Mr. Weasley and
dragged him to the door. Harry opened the door and bolted outside, closely
followed by Mr. Granger, dragging a half protesting Mr. Weasley � and the
little smelly, purple flowers.

�What is happening here?� an angry Mrs. Brogan said, looking to
the men like they were little children. �What is that disgusting smell?�

Harry looked hurriedly to Mrs. Brogan.
�Mr. Granger here tried to perform magic with the wand of Mr. Weasley, and
something went wrong!� He could hear the indignation from Mr. Weasley and Mr.
Granger behind him, but he did not care. At least he could have some fun.

�Did they, those little boys?� Mrs. Brogan said in a low and
threatening voice. She pulled her wand, switched it and the flowers disappeared
immediately. She waved her wand again, and the smell was replaced by a smell of
roses. Then she looked to the two adults and she switched her wand sharply up
and down. Both men froze and were petrified.

�So Mr. Potter � You claim that you
learned enough from your future father-in-laws about marriage. Do please tell
me what you have learned.� Her voice sounded almost like that of Dolores
Umbridge � maybe a little bit higher. Harry was sure that she could shatter any
glass immediately surrounding if she started to sing.

�Well � yeah. I learned a lot.� Harry stammered.

�Please tell me what you have learned�, Mrs. Brogan asked her
voice started to sound like the whistle of a train.

�Well � never disagree with your wife; otherwise you sleep on
the couch. Oh, yes before I forget, tell your wife that she is beautiful every
morning when they wake up, even when they are not.� Harry was thinking hard to
say something more.

�That is a lot of information those two, friendly fathers-in-law
taught you. Maybe you know some other things as well, like � do you know where
the babies are coming from?�

�Well � eh�

Harry started to get nervous now. He slowly pulled his wand from
his waistband.

�Well � from the mother�, he said relieved.

�And where does the mother get the baby from then?� Mrs. Brogan
asked. Her voice had a threatening undertone.

�Eh � from � from the � ministry?�

�Ministry!� Mrs. Brogan asked astonished. �You are joking, are you not? You
truly do not know where the babies are coming from. How could we supply our
citizens with babies, do you have any idea what kind of organizational problems
that would give for the ministry?�

At that moment, rescue came in the form of Madame Bones. She
walked briskly towards Harry. �Are you ready, Harry?� She looked to the
petrified fathers. �What is going on here?�

�Only an extra lesson for Mr. Potter here and those two fathers
were interfering with my lesson.� Mrs. Brogan said. With a fast wave of her
wand, the two men were released from the body bind. �You can never know too
much, you know.� She said, looking at Harry. �When you are in your first
marriage night with your bride, and you don�t know anything, what your bride
will do to you?� Now she smirked and left the room.

�Well, let�s go, because your brides
are waiting for you, Mr. Potter.� With this, Madame Bones walked to her office,
with Harry and the two fathers following more sedately.

�Madame Bones, please�, Harry said hurriedly to the minister.
�Can you conjure flowers for us, please?�

Madame Bones smiled. �That is already taken care for, Harry.
Let�s go.� �

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Hermione was pacing back and forth. Never in her life did she
imagine that this would happen. She was marrying Harry Potter today, something
she had always dreamed of but knew would never happen. She had resigned herself
to not marrying. Who would want to marry
her? Bossy, opinionated, bushy-haired know-it-all.� She had always known those things to be
the qualities people saw first. Not Harry.�
Harry saw through her shields and knew her for who she really was and
had given her his heart � not just in words, but also in an unbreakable,
binding vow of love and fidelity. He had held her, kissed her, and told her how
much he loved her.� Thinking about it
made her slightly dizzy.

Imagine that. Not quite sixteen years old and yet marrying the �Boy Who
Lived�. She sighed. It would not have happened if Voldemort did not infect her.
Who would think that Voldemort would do something good for the change? If he
would knew, Voldemort might explode of anger. Maybe she needed to send him an
owl and thank him for his services.

Her robes were very fancy. They were a soft blue color, simple
and elegant, made of a light material that shimmered when she moved. She wore a
white dress underneath it with a flower design embroidered in it and came up to
just above her knees.

She and her mother were almost fighting over those robes. They
were so beautiful, but her mother was thinking about how many those robes would
cost for poor Harry. Ya�. poor Harry. He could buy the
shop with his pocket change. However,
thanks to Harry, she could buy them and that was the most important thing here,
she could wear the robes about which she had always dreamt.

She adjusted the wreath in her hair. Molly had made her a wreath
with white daises, tiger lilies, and freesias that came from a small garden her
mother kept that was enchanted so that all the flowers would last year round.

It had shocked Ginny that her mother had made it to the
ceremony, considering she was not too happy with the circumstances and she had
told Hermione that, but nevertheless, Molly had said she wanted Ginny�s wedding
to be as perfect as possible, but Ginny knew that was not going to happen.
Ginny sat on her bed and sighed. She fiddled with a stray thread on her
bedspread and waited, trying to forget her nervousness. She wondered what Harry
was feeling? Did he even want to go through this? Not that he had much choice,
because all of us would die when we would not do it.

Then she thought about the coming wedding night and his duty to
come. She could not help then to grin. Wow, what would that boy get a surprise
tonight. She had a special set of silk panties and a chemise to match. Hermione
called it a baby-doll outfit. And it was made out of that that silky soft
material that felt oh-so-nice against her skin! It was perfect.� Hermione had the
same, only her color was light blue, while Ginny�s color was white.

There was a knock on her door.

�Come in.�

Hermione, Molly, and Anna walked in and smiled at her. Her
mother was wearing dress robes of deep purple, trimmed with light purple and
her hair piled up on top of her head in elegant curls. Hermione wore the same
dress as Ginny and had her hair in the same sleek twist.

�Oh Ginny and Hermione, you both look beautiful,� Molly
breathed, tears in her eyes and rushed to her daughter.

�Thanks, Mum,� Ginny muttered as Molly hugged her.

�Are you ready dear?� she asked and adjusted the wreath in
Ginny�s hair.

�No,� Ginny replied. Molly smiled.

�Wedding day jitters. Every bride gets them,� Molly said.

�Harry has them bad,� Hermione said. Ginny looked at her.

�He does?� she asked, slightly shocked.
Hermione nodded.

�I just checked up on him and our fathers, and Harry has gone
crazy. They conjured flowers, but I decided to help them a bit. The smell is
the same as the smell of Ron�s socks. They are now filling the waiting room �
and all three of them are panicking now.�

�He wants everything to be perfect for the both of us,� Hermione
said. Ginny gave a small smile, still not convinced that he wanted to marry her
out of love. Hermione must have noticed. Ginny had confided in her earlier
about her worries. She smiled and sat next to Ginny. �He knows that we need to
marry, and he really, truly, loves us. I am sure that we can make something
beautiful out of this.�

Hermione squeezed her hand and Ginny smiled.

�And what about you, Hermione?�

Hermione sighed. �I know that he likes you more, Ginny. With
time, I hope he will also like me � more then a best friend, the bookworm for
his needs.�

Ginny made a face at her. �Pffff, Hermione. He
loves you. More than that, he adores
you. You were the one who rescued him our first year in the game against
Slytherin; you solved the riddle of the Baselisk; you believed in him when he
was named the forth champion for the Tri-wizard tournament; and you helped him
rescue Sirius. Of course, he loves you. You should have seen the way he cried
when thought you had been killed in the Ministry a year ago. Harry needs you,
Hermione and...� Ginny hesitated for a moment, unsure of the right words, �He
wants you, Hermione. I�m pretty sure that Harry will never desire me physically
the way that he desires you. You�re beautiful in ways I could never be.�

Hermione was standing, looking at
Ginny, amazed at the thought that Harry felt so strongly for her.

Hermione wanted to reassure her,
too. �It�s going to be all right, Ginny. Harry loves you, too. He told you so.
All you have to do is believe it.�

There was another knock on the door and the minister�s head
poked in.

�I have here two rings for you. These rings are the engagement
rings, which Harry had forgotten to give.�

The minister gave the rings to the girls.

Ginny looked to her splendid ring with large oval diamonds,
which were interwoven with set of diamonds. The interwoven diamonds gave the
suggestion of waves. �This ring must have cost a fortune�, she said totally in
awe. The diamonds were sparkling in the light of the room, embedded in yellow
gold.

Then she looked at the ring from Hermione, who was staring at
it. �Who would have thought that Harry had such a good taste�, she said in amazement.
Hermione�s ring reminded her of something she thought she had once seen. It had
a brilliantly, deep blue, triangle-shaped sapphire on one side and a deep, blood-red ruby of the same
shape and equivalent to any of the stones in the Gryffindor Sword on the other side, with a very large, cushion-cut blue-white
diamond in the center.� She could
see faintly glowing runes lining the band. The ring radiated power as she
slipped it onto her finger. Her heart beat faster as she thought about Harry
sliding a wedding band next to it. ��It is the ring for a princess�, Hermione
whispered. �I think that my father was helping him, because when I was small,
he said that he would find a prince for his princess to marry.��

Both of them put the rings on their fingers. �They are here�

�We�re ready. Come on Pumpkin, let�s get you married,� Molly
said. Ginny and Hermione shakily stood up and slowly made their way towards the
door. They were scared now. They did not want to go downstairs and face
everyone.
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Hermione was standing, looking atGinny, amazed at the thought that Harry felt so strongly for her.

Hermione wanted to reassure her,too. �It�s going to be all right, Ginny. Harry loves you, too. He told you so.All you have to do is believe it.�

Hermione was standing, looking at
Ginny, amazed at the thought that Harry felt so strongly for her.

Hermione wanted to reassure her,
too. �It�s going to be all right, Ginny. Harry loves you, too. He told you so.
All you have to do is believe it.�