Triangle Disease
Waiting Some More
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"Courier New"'>Triangle Disease
"Courier New"'>Part I
"Courier New"'>Chapter Seventeen
“Waiting Some More”
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– From Chapter Sixteen “Shopping in the Alley”
Ginny
piped up in response to Harry’s thoughts about her twin brothers
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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Diagon Alley, Ginny and Hermione were feeling ungainly and uncomfortable.
kilos.
“Harry
… Harry … Harry … Haaaaaary”
“
replied Harry waking up from a very nice dream.
“I
am hungry,” Hermione said.
“What?
Again … but you just ate an hour ago,” Harry said astonished, looking at the
alarm clock.
“That's
not true. It was one and half hours ago … and I’m a growing girl … with three
other girls, I am hungry!” wailed Hermione.
Harry
was immediately awake. “Why don’t you call the elves,” he said,
incomprehensible. He looked wearily to all the dishes, cups, and plates next to
the bed with half-eaten ice creams, apples, cucumbers, salads, steaks, and
other junk food on Hermione’s side.
“You
do it much better,” purred Hermione, wrapping her leg over Harry’s body. “I
want to have strawberry sauce … no … blackberry sauce.” She licked her lips.
Harry
untangled him self from the legs and arms of Hermione and Ginny, and stood up
from bed.
“Right
… ice cream with double potion whipped cream and strawberry and blackberry
sauce … coming up,” he said tiredly. This was already the fourth time that the
girls were sending him to the kitchen.
“No
Harry, I want only chocolate sauce,” Hermione said dreamily.
“But
you said that …”
“Chocolate
sauce,” repeated Hermione.
“Chocolate
sauce,” confirmed Harry with a deep sigh.
Harry
walked in the dark to the kitchen. He could hear the noise of the house elves,
who were still working during these hours. At least they didn't have pregnant
wives to take care of.
He
opened the door to the kitchen. The house elves looked up from their work. They
were smiling at him with an understandable expression on their faces.
“Mistresses
want ice cream?” asked one of the elves.
“Yes,
with double potion whipped cream and chocolate sauce,” Harry said with a yawn.
He
sat down tiredly. It was getting close to Christmas, and he had a wonderful
time with all his parents-in-law, as well as Mad-eye Moody, Remus Lupin, and
wives. Only problem was that pregnancy did weird things to Hermione. Then there
was Ginny, of course, who could beat Hermione with all her hormones.
The
previous evening, before they went to bed, Ginny was loudly wailing in despair.
She discovered that she was becoming fat and thought nobody in the world would
call her beautiful anymore. When Harry was trying to talk to her, Hermione
began to cry. When he tried to comfort Hermione after Ginny calmed down, she
was complaining that the food was too fattening and she wanted to go on a diet.
Harry sat between them and project to them the love and bright thoughts that he
had for each of them. She showed them how much he loved them and what it meant
to him to have each of them in his life. Not for the first time, Harry reached
out, as Ginny had done many times with him, and touched Hermione first and then
Ginny with his magic, to reassure them both that they were safe and that he
would take care of everything. He showed them how much he desired them and that
their growing bellies were sources of wonder and joy for him.
At
last, his wives calmed down, and they could sleep … he thought. He didn't know
that pregnant women were horny all the time. He smiled. That is the positive
side of the story. The other side of the story was their eating habits.
Hermione went for the sashimi and sushi (Harry had to apparate all the way to
the west end of
to get decent sushi and sashimi), while Ginny wanted to eat raw or close-to-raw
meat. Hermione found it so intolerably disgusting and complained to Harry about
it. Harry, for his part, reassured her that it was a passing phase and that in
two weeks Ginny would get over it. He did not mention that Ginny’s brother,
Bill, would be proud of her and that Fleur would sympathize.
This
night was like the other nights, since the last month. It was their fourth
month, and he still had five months to endure. He wondered how he could survive
five whole months without much sleep.
The
ice cream was ready; he took the plate and walked back to their bedroom.
Arriving at their large king-sized bed, he went to Hermione. “Hermione, here's
sake- she was asleep! Harry decided not to wake her up, and softly he placed
the bowl filled with ice cream next to Hermione and slipped in bed.
“Harry?”
Oh, Merlin, that was Ginny. ”I want steak.”
seemed that a pregnant Weasley woman was outright terrifying when she was angry
or hungry. No one, except Harry and Hermione, knew that Ginny could conjure and
control fire as naturally as the rest humanity breathes. Ginny could apparate
and disapparate like every other witch, but she could also travel by fire. Her
magic was truly terrifying and she was not to be crossed. Harry thought she was
even more powerful than he was and had told her so many times. She always
kissed him and told him politely that his statement was nonsense. She could
never defeat Voldemort by herself and there was no comparison between the two
of them. Harry knew better than to disappoint Ginny in any request that she
made of him and the truth was that he truly was afraid of her.
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"Courier New"'>It had been truly funny the way that they had discovered she was
the queen of all things fire. It had occurred on a cold evening in late
November, when she was into the second half of her forth month of pregnancy.
There had been a roaring fire in the fireplace one particular evening and the
three of them, as they often did, had retreated to bed to make love.
feeling of the fullness Harry’s prodigious erection gave her, as her orgasm
started to overtake her. As the crest of her joy came, the fire grew in the
fireplace until tongues of it were almost to the king bed at the center of the
room. Hermione saw it first, panicked,
and silently cast an aguamenti charm.
be reaching for Ginny herself. Ginny
rode out the last throws of her orgasm and settled herself
down onto Harry. As she did so, the flames died right down to where they were
before. Hermione watched it and made a mental note to ask her lover about it in
the morning.
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"Courier New"'>It did not take many days of experimentation to figure out that
Ginny definitely had a control of sorts over fire. Several weeks passed and
each day, Hermione and sometimes Harry, made an effort to set aside time to
work with Ginny to help her refine her control over fire and to see what new
things she could do. Each new discovery of a facet of her talent was celebrated
by the three of them. Sometimes the reward was sexual in nature (Ginny liked
those the best) and sometimes it was food and several times, it was a magical
gift from Hermione or Harry or both of them.
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"Courier New"'>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.
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"Courier New"'>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.