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Triangle Disease – Chapter 26 - Anniversary

A/N: You can reach me at <mailto:the_scribber@shadowgard.com>

Scribbler’s note: (1) the Palm Court restaurant is real. It’s at the Langham Hotel in London. Great, great place, but incredibly expensive. (2) I borrowed a quote and several ideas from “Naked Quidditch Match”, by Anya http://www.nodignity.com/freaks/nqm/nqm3.html and want to thank her for letting me do so. (3) the mini-dress that Ginny wears to dinner can be seen here: http://www.arpsexylingerie.com/members/161...aded/17-110.jpg (4) The dress that Hermione wears is here:
http://www.bluefly.com/pages/products/deta...1&Nu=Product+ID

THIS CHAPTER IS NC-17. IF YOU ARE NOT OF AGE, LEAVE NOW.

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It had been a year – but it felt like yesterday. Harry’s daughters were three months old. As he sat on the sofa in their master bedroom, reading the Daily Prophet, the light was fading on the day. He was thinking about what the year had brought. His six daughters were in the alcove behind him, sleeping peacefully, and his wives – the two women he loved more than life itself, were asleep in bed together. They were nursing the girls every three hours or so and were still eating all the time. It was exhausting for them and Harry envied them not a moment of it. Of course, that left him, Dobby, and the other house elves to change all of the diapers and to help take care of his wives’ needs.

Sometimes, Harry thought, it was hard to tease apart what he felt for each of them individually, but most of the time, he decided that they were both his wives and it didn’t matter if he loved them same or differently. The magic of their relationship was that it worked. The ‘curse’ that Tom had cast on him and his wives had backfired most spectacularly. Now Harry had something that the Dark Lord would never, ever be able to fathom – love. Pure, unblemished, unrelenting love. The prophecy that had been made so long ago that he “he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.” was almost laughable, because Harry Potter now knew that the ‘power’ was love. Nothing complicated, nothing fancy…….just love. Harry laughed to himself, for he realized that had it in spades. The love of his wives, he knew, far outstripped all the galleons in Gringotts. Voldemort was out there, somewhere, planning and biding his time – but Harry knew that in the end, it wasn’t going to matter. The power that the love of his wives gave him was the most powerful weapon the wizarding world had ever seen and he was going to use it, soon than later, the thought, to destroy Voldemort utterly.

Tonight was not the time to think about that. In fact, tonight was a night to celebrate. It had been a year since the curse had forced them to marry and to conceive children, and in that time, Harry had learned a level of patience and perseverance that he had never thought possible. As the recliner that he was sitting in rocked back and forth with the metronome cadence that only magic can create, Harry wondered if this is what it meant to be an adult. To be married for sure was an adult activity and ditto for having children. What about the rest, he thought. Were they just ‘playing house’ until the adults came and broke it up? Or was it for real? He was pretty certain it was for real…but there were times when it felt wholly other-worldly to him. His love for his wives was sure-enough for real. Their bonded magic was proof of that. If Hermione had been able to do much more than move back and forth to the bathroom during her last three weeks of pregnancy, she might have taken a moment to raid Dumbledore’s private library to research ‘golden triangles’ as she had call their relationship.

As it was, she had pretty much been confined to bed and passed the time listening to her iPod. Harry had known what it was, of course, but Ginny had been totally befuddled by it. Harry had almost laughed himself sick when Hermione had shared the earplugs with Ginny and he saw Ginny’s face when she heard the music for the first time. Ginny talked about the iPod almost non-stop for three days. It became a bit much and she dropped it. However, the whole topic was revisited when Arthur Weasely had stopped by to visit them a week later and Ginny showed him the iPod. Harry had never seen an adult transform into a child before, but Arthur Weasely had done so that day. Seeing the wonderment in his eyes almost made up for the fact that because of Voldemort’s hatred of Harry and the awful prophecy that bound them as mortal enemies, Arthur, Molly, and the rest of the Weasleys were almost as much targets of Voldemort as he, Ginny, and Hermione were. It made Harry angry and it was time to start pushing back. He had the resources and they had the will and the plan. Now it was time to start getting even.

But – getting even was going to have to wait – at least until tomorrow. Tonight, Harry, Ginny, and Hermione were going to have a date. The girls were just beginning to get their figures back and were starting to feel better about the way they looked physically. They had healed from the strain and tearing their bodies had experienced at childbirth and their energy levels were starting to return to pre-pregnancy levels. Harry had been through the ringer emotionally in the last few weeks before his daughters had been born and he was really happy to know that his relationship with his wives was going to return to something that he thought might bear a resemblance to ‘normal’.

Harry looked over at his wives, who were still sleeping, and looked into their thoughts. They were both feeling really comfortable, he could tell, and they were warm and content. Harry guessed that they were able to sleep because they knew that he was awake, in case one or more of his girls needed him.

He got up and walked over to the alcove, where his daughter’s cribs were lined up. He looked down at his beautiful, precious angels and he could not repress a smile. There were three cribs, with two girls each in them, peacefully asleep. He thought, as he looked at them, that Mr. Weasley (dad 1) or Mr. Granger (dad 2) about Ginny and Hermione when they were babies as he did about his six girls. Harry shook his head and tried to come to grips with the idea that before he was 28, his girls would be leaving to attend Hogwarts. It seemed way too young to him. Could that really be the case? He did some quick math and realized that it was in fact the case. How were Ginny and Hermione going to handle that? He had no idea. Not well, if he knew his wives. They were even more protective of the girls than he was and he figured that was saying something.

It was getting to be early evening and he had promised himself and his wives that they would have a wonderful date together. He had already made discreet inquiries with the maître d' at the Palm Court restaurant and he had assured Harry that they had a very private table available for his needs. For once, Harry was absolutely unashamed of using his wealth and influence to make sure that they received the very best food and attention possible. It was fortunate that the maître d' was a squib and knew all about Harry, for it allowed Harry the courtesy of not having to say very much at all about why he wanted what he wanted. It also made it possible for the three of them to apparate to private spot inside the hotel without the usual fuss of hiding from muggles when the time came.

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“ ‘Mione? My dearest love, time to wake up.” Harry nudged her with his mind while his hands caressed her lithe, naked body. There was another, equally beautiful presence in the bed and Harry reached out to her with his mind, “Ginny? You awake?” She wasn’t, because she was lost in a vivid, albeit sensuous dream which caught Harry off-guard. He was not about to let this opportunity to see what turned his wife on so much get away, so moved from where Hermione was laying on the left side of the bed and over to where Ginny lay on the right side of the bed. Once he was comfortable, he laid his head next to hers on the pillow; cupped her naked breast in his hand; and silently watched her dream unfold.

It was indescribably erotic to watch Ginny’s dream. He couldn’t believe that Ginny’s mind went there, but it was amazing to watch. Maybe it was because of how close physically Ginny and Hermione had become since their bonding or maybe it was because they might have gone there anyway due to natural inclination, but it was still astonishing. Harry saw in Ginny’s mind a vision of being touched and pleasured by Hermione in a myriad of intensely erotic ways, including use of two magicked sex-toys that Hermione had shown him she had used repeatedly while at Hogwarts.

Harry could not resist the chance to make love to Ginny, so he moved down a bit on the bed and slid under the covers, to be next to her. Once his lower body was close enough, he put his hands on her hips, pressed his aching appendage against her very wet sex and pushed. There was some minimal resistance, and then he slid into her. He marvelled and thrilled at the way her body gripped his penis. There was a shift in Ginny’s dream as Harry began his slow, inexorable movements in and out of her. It was as if his thrusts into her inspired her dreams to become more active; more vigorous. It didn’t take long for his actions to trigger her orgasm. Harry felt her sex pulse around his organ and that was more than enough to push him over that glorious edge as well. Harry felt Ginny stir, finally, as Harry emptied himself into her. “I love you, Ginny. Feel better?”

“Hmmm. You feel so good in me, Harry. Thank you”

Harry pressed himself as deeply as he could into her, “Welcome, sweetie. I’m going to nap, now. Hermiones’ going to wake soon and the girls will need to eat again. We have reservations at 8:30 tonight in London.”

“ ‘K. Sleep well. I’ll get up in a few and start nursing the girls. I’ll need Hermione’s help, so you’re going to have to move around in bed some, so that we can take care of the girls.”

Harry was fading fast. He was barely conscience when he told Ginny “just kiss me and I’ll move. Love you.”
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When Harry finally roused himself, the sun was starting to set. It’s pale light still shown through the bedroom window, but the lines of light on the floor were not as long as they had been when Harry had fallen asleep next to his wife, Ginny. That meant to Harry that it was either 6:30 or 7 pm. Their reservation was for 8:30. The girls would eat again at 8 – just before they left. Harry hoped that the timing would work out. It looks like the girls were up and were with their mothers, because they weren’t in their cribs and both of his wives were not in the room. Harry whispered into the air “Dobby?”

Dobby did not appear. Harry frowned. Dobby had never not come when he was called before. “Hermione, sweetie? Are you all alright? Dobby’s not answering my call”

Hermione’s warmth and love for Harry was evident in his mind when she said “he’s not showing up, Harry-love, because his protecting us. We’ve taken a walk and Dobby has his wand, to protect us. He didn’t want to leave, ‘cause he thought you’d want him to protect the girls.

“Harry?” Ginnys’ voice called in his mind. Her thoughts were always redolent with love and affection “Hermione and I are fine and all of your children are happy and content. We’re still inside the wards, so we’re safe. Dobby’s with is.” Ginny sent him the mental image of Dobby floating along next to the baby carriages, because he wasn’t tall enough to be to look over the edge of the carriages.

Harry finally struggled out of bed and pulled on one of his favorite t-shirts that across the back read:

Oooh, I tink I taw a bid bad Moldiemort!
I DiD, I DiD
I Did tee a bid bad Moldiemort"

When he was not doing other things, Harry had taken to writing a journal that he had loosely titled “Mockings of a Dark Lord: Annoying Tom Riddle for fun and profit”. He intended to have more t-shirts made and commission Fred and George to sell them in their joke shop. There were a bunch of other ideas that were percolating for him, but he wasn’t going to get a chance to use all of them unless or until the Ministry for Magic, as well as the Daily Prophet went along with them. Harry figured that anything that got Tom to focus his anger on him and leave others alone was worthwhile. Harry also knew that if a person got angry (and boy, did old Tommy-boy get angry), the individual was liable to make mistakes. If a couple of t-shirts was what it took to throw Tom off his game, Harry was all the more in favour of it. Besides, all of the money made from the t-shirt sales was going to go to St. Mungo’s new trauma and advanced life-saving ward, which Harry had quietly funded from some of the money from the sale of one of his U.S properties – something called Rockefeller Center. He hadn’t really dealt with the transaction, but the goblins at Gringotts had assured him that it had been a very lucrative transaction and that Harry should not worry about it. When Harry had pressed them on it, they told him that he had cleared just over three hundred fifty million pounds sterling or seventy million galleons on the deal. The number had caused no small bit of incredulity. He was seventeen – still a minor in the muggle world – and wealthy beyond any imagining. What were his wives going to say, he thought, when they heard how much money he (and they) controlled? Did it make things better or worse?

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Harry padded his way to the bathroom and started his ablutions so that he would look good for their dinner date. He wanted to make sure that his girls could take pride in how he looked and were happy to be seen in public with him. He caught himself up short as he looked in the mirror, because personal vanity had been simply unknown to him before and he felt a bit uncertain about just how much pride and care he should take in his appearance. His hair was a mess and he hadn’t shaved in a while. He was looking scruffy and thought that maybe it was time to do something about that.

Harry threw himself into the shower and did the best he could to clean up. It had been a while since he had shaved – so he sought his wand and, while starring into the magical mirror on the shower wall, removed what beard had accumulated on his face. Once he washed thoroughly and felt passably clean, he stepped out of the shower and dried himself off with a warming spell. This he did wandlessly, as he no longer needed a wand for this sort of charms work. He suspected that Dobby was right – that you just have to visualize or feel what you want to have happen and then summon the magic to accomplish the task. The warming spell did not need to be localized so precisely, so he could simply wave his hand over his body and think about what he wanted to have happen and in a moment, he was dry and warm.

Harry did stop to think about what he wanted to have happen with his hair. Perhaps it was time for a more ‘grown-up’ look, he thought. Harry conjured a brush and brushed his hair back, so that his scar was plainly visible. Wouldn’t shorter hair just be easier to deal with? Harry envisioned himself with a short, clean, military cut and suddenly, he was face to face with an entirely new Harry. Hmmmm. Better? Harry turned one way and then the other, trying to judge whether or not the new hair style worked. He finally decided that it was too old a look and let the hair grow out a bit, until it started to curl on its own. It was like watching a slow-motion film, Harry thought, and really kind of funny. Once his hair reached a length that he thought he could live with - a length that was much more manageable than the one he hard started out with - Harry grinned and headed to their master bedroom.

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At 8:15 that evening, Hermione and Ginny Potter, the wives of Lord Potter, walked to the front hall of Potter Castle. Harry Potter, the seventeen year-old lord of Clan Potter, met them and took each on an arm and disapparated for an evening of laughter, love, and celebration of their first year together.


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I have read the original story. It was great. Your remake would be interesting if you had not changed the main love for Harry from the original story. JK Rowling has also been building Harry and Ginny since the first train ride. She has never had them show any romantic feelings toward each other. Still what I have read of you remake is good (not the romantic love of Hermoine) but the rest of your story.

Hi :) It's the_scribbler. I've taken it in a different direction because I'm writing a more holistic story. Harry's principal love, to my way of thinking, is Hermione. However, that's not the storyline I took over. Ginny was a part of the picture and she is critically important to the story later on. I'm not sure what to say, but I hope that you'll stick it out and wait for the later chapters.

Thanks,


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