Fic: The Hunters part Eight Ginny/Hermione Adult
Author: Lash_Larue
Title: The Hunters Part Eight “Gifts Freely Given”
Pairing: Ginny/Hermione, others
Rating: Adult
Summary: Commitments are made
Warnings: Discussion of group relationship
Word Count: 2375
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling
The Hunters Part Eight
“Gifts Freely Given”
“You will? You are? Really?” Fleur asked as she stared at the flowers Ginny and Hermione offered to her. “You want to? You will love me?”
“We want to do you - do it - make baby - oh Merlin, I’m gibbering,” Hermione muttered as she turned purple.
“We talked about it, Fleur, and we know that it’s a big commitment and not a fling. But the bottom line is that we both love you. We know that this will be very different for us all, but we want you to know that we decided to do this because of how we feel about you, and for no other reason. We know that you have an obligation to your Veela family, to your heritage. We don’t. We don’t feel any obligation at all. But we love you, and we know that we can be in love with you. We know that we can want you, and so we have decided to trust you with our hearts, because we just can’t give you any less than all that we have,” Ginny explained to Fleur.
“Ma belles,” breathed Fleur, “so much you give to me, so much…”
The orchids got rather bruised in the embrace that followed, but they were still beautiful.
***
“The surgery went well, Mr. Weasley,” Dr. Barstow told Percy. “I think we were able to get all of the tumor. It will be several hours yet before your father is awake enough to speak, however. I’ve sent the tumor for testing, and hopefully later today we’ll know more about the prognosis, but the first hurdle is past.”
“Thank you, but we won’t know for some time how he actually is, correct?” Percy asked.
“That’s right; until he wakes we won’t really know the real, immediate, effects of the surgery. Some patients recover very swiftly, and others take some time. But what I saw during the surgery was encouraging. Someone will contact you when he is moved to his room. Right now he is in recovery, and there are no visitors there. But you can feel free to tell your mother that the surgery went well,” she told him.
“Thank you again, Doctor Barstow,” Percy told her, and he watched her walk away again.
“Right, all of that meant that we still know damn-all about how he’s going to be, ‘Hi Mum, Dad’s not dead yet, but we don’t really know shit about how he is! Stiff upper lip now!’ Bugger, I’ll think of something to tell her…” Percy muttered.
***
“Assyria? Now? You must be joking,” Bill replied to his boss.
“I’m afraid not Bill, this is a huge find. Potentially the largest this century, and you’re our best curse-breaker. But if you really can’t, we’ll send someone else. The bonus would be massive, though,” Mr. Smithers told him.
“How massive?”
***
Fleur took Ginny’s face in her hands and kissed her tenderly, and then did the same to Hermione.
“Already I love you,” Fleur said through her tears, “and the flowers, orchids - you remembered…”
“We did,” Hermione said as she recovered from the kiss. “We have much to learn about each other yet, and I am just beginning to really learn about myself. Please be patient with me, I’m still having trouble believing that two such beautiful women love me, and want me. It might take a little while for it to sink in.”
“I believe that you feel that way,” Fleur told her, “but I do not understand why. You are loving, and thoughtful, and caring, and you melt me. I tell you this plainly, I want you. I want you for the woman you are, not just for what you might mean to my people, my baby. And you, chere Ginny… you set me afire, and you always have. Now I can tell you this. But Hermione is right, we have much to learn of one another, and I want the two of you to concentrate on each other now. I am content with what you have told me, and I too need some time to adjust to the magnitude of this. But tonight, now, will you hold me?”
The three women settled onto the couch together, and tears were abundant, along with smiles.
“Look what ‘Mione’s parents gave us,” Ginny said, proudly displaying her ring, “show her yours, love.”
“They are beautiful! They look antique!” Fleur gushed appropriately.
“They belonged to my Great-Grandmothers,” Hermione explained. “Mum and Dad wanted Ginny and I to have them.”
“How wonderful! So your parents are happy with you and Ginny being together?” Fleur asked.
“I’ll say,” Ginny answered, “heck, they knew it before Hermione did. There are wedding rings too; Mum and Dad Granger are keeping them safe for us.” Hermione felt a thrill on hearing Ginny say that, and she loved her parents more than ever.
“Maybe Percy will fix it so that we can actually marry,” Hermione said wistfully.
“A week ago if you’d said that I would have laughed,” Ginny admitted, “but now? Now I wouldn’t bet against ol’ Perce. The lad has steel in him.”
“If that does not come to pass,” Fleur said delicately, “you can be married in a Veela ceremony. We have recognized the marriage of two female Veela for a very long time.”
“We aren’t Veela, though,” Hermione pointed out.
“Your relationship with me will make you Veela in every way that matters, and perhaps in ways that you cannot imagine yet,” Fleur told them, “you shall be mothers to a Queen. To us, your love makes you both royalty. Love is the most important thing to the Veela.”
“But we don’t know if it will work yet,” Hermione reluctantly pointed out.
“I know it,” Fleur assured them, “already I can feel her changing inside of me, becoming, she needs only your continued love to fulfill her destiny.”
“That, she has,” Ginny promised as she pressed her face to Fleur’s throat.
“And so do you,” Hermione added as she softly kissed Fleur’s eyes.
“Victoire is awake,” Ginny mumbled into Fleur’s neck.
“I’ll get her,” Hermione said as she stood, “Victoire has some things to get used to just like the rest of us, she might as well start now.” Hermione headed up the stairs.
“How should we act around Victoire?” Ginny asked. “For that matter, what about Bill? Should we not touch you around them?”
“If you want to touch me, touch me,” Fleur told her, “Bill understands, and Victoire will know if we try and hide our relationship from her. There is no need to hide love. It would not be good to have sex in front of her, Bill and I do not do that either, it would confuse her, and perhaps frighten her. But she will not think it strange if we hug or kiss, indeed, she needs to see that.”
“Bill?”
“Will have to use his imagination, our lovemaking will be between us, when we are ready. Bill is a wonderful husband, and very understanding, but I do not think that he should see me make love with his sister, or his sister’s wife either. I have no doubt that he would enjoy seeing me with Hermione; he is after all, a man, but no. That part of our relationship he cannot share. But caring and love we have no need to hide, there should be privacy, but not secrecy. And later on it will not be an issue.”
“Bill said that you went through this with Victoire, was she supposed to be Queen?”
“Non, what he was referring to was the latter stages of Veela pregnancy, for the last three months, and hopefully four with the new baby, we Veela cannot bear the touch of a man. We stayed in separate rooms,” Fleur explained. “In the last trimester we hunger for a woman’s touch.”
“So did you have one of your Veela friends…” Ginny fell silent.
“Never fear to ask, Ginny, soon we shall know everything about each other. But no, there was not the need then that there is now. And so I thought of women, and I masturbated. I imagine Bill did too,” Fleur said with a smile.
The warmth that had started in Ginny’s middle was cooled by the thought of her brother…
“For future reference, I’m not really interested in how Bill got through it, or will get through it. That is firmly between you and him as far as I’m concerned, and I think ‘Mione would feel the same way,” Ginny told Fleur.
“Feel the same way about what?” Hermione asked as she entered the room carrying Victoire.
“Ginny was telling me that she is not interested in hearing how Bill got through the last trimester when I was carrying Victoire. Veela cannot stand a man’s touch then,” Fleur explained.
“Oh, right. Yeah, I don’t need to know either. So did you just, you know, not feel any ‘urges’?”
“Oh no, Veela are extremely aroused then,” Fleur told her.
“So what -“
“She thought about women and wanked,” Ginny informed her.
“Oh…”
“Look, Victoire, I brought you something,” Ginny said as she pulled a golden sphere from her pocket. She tossed it into the air, the wings of the snitch popped out, and it circled slowly about a foot above the floor. Victoire squirmed from Hermione’s grip and chased the snitch, giggling happily. The snitch seemed always just out of reach, but not so far as to make her give up the chase.
“How fun!” exclaimed Fleur.
“I enchanted it to stay close to her,” Ginny explained, “thought it might come in handy once in a while.”
“So, umm, Fleur, did you think about any women in particular? I mean, I just want to know your type, is all,” Hermione asked as casually as she could.
“I do not have a ‘type’, ‘Ermione my sweet, but as for who I thought of while I touched myself? You sleep with one of them,” Fleur told her. And then she looked hard into Hermione’s eyes and said - “and you see the other in the mirror.”
***
“Hi Mum, Dad came through the surgery well, and the Doctor is encouraged about the chances for success,” Percy said as he entered the kitchen at the Burrow. Molly was at the table having tea with Penny, the remnants of lunch scattered around them.
“Percival, you gave me a dreamless sleep potion, didn’t you?” asked Molly through tight lips.
“I surely did, and I gave you plenty of it,” Percy told her. “I knew you wouldn’t sleep without it, and as you weren’t going to the hospital I decided that it would be better for you to be sleeping than tearing your hair out. For much the same reasons I haven’t told Ginny or my brothers.”
“So you took it upon yourself to decide for us all then, did you?” Molly said severely.
“I did,” Percy said flatly.
“You’ve got yourself a man here, Penny,” Molly said to her daughter-in-law.
“I do indeed,” Penny agreed as she looked fondly at her husband.
“When should we tell Ginny and the boys then, Percy, since you seem to be in charge?” asked Molly dryly, but the smile on her face bespoke the gratitude that she felt towards her son.
“Doctor Barstow expects the results of the tests late today, and of course Dad is still asleep. I think that we should wait until he wakes and we have the test results before we tell them anything. There is no point in them being on pins and needles too.”
“Are you sure, dear?”
“I admit that they have the right to know, and if he should die I am aware that they may all hate me for keeping them from seeing him first. But there is nothing to see just now other than our father lying covered in bandages, and they’ve all seen that. Once there is something to tell them, I will. For Merlin’s sake, we can’t have Ron and George traipsing about a muggle hospital! Bill is busy with Ginny and Hermione and Victoire and a pregnant wife, and Charlie is likely still smarting from the whole thing with Gin and Hermione. So yes, I’m sure.”
“Very well, Percy,” Molly said, “now sit down and have some lunch before you have to go back to the hospital.” Percy sat as his mother busied herself in serving him a lunch that would have fed a family of centaurs, or even Hagrid. “And Percy,” Molly said over her shoulder, “thank you.”
“You’re most welcome, Mum,” he replied.
Penny pushed her tongue against the inside of her cheek as she held her curled hand to her lips.
***
“Rough day, love?” Bill asked as he emerged from the fire in the sitting room.
Fleur was reclined on the couch; her head was in Hermione’s lap and her feet in Ginny’s. Hermione was running her fingers through the silver hair and massaging her scalp while Ginny rubbed her feet.
“A most wonderful day, my dear husband,” Fleur answered him, “your splendid sister and our beloved Hermione have decided to help with the baby, with the magic.” Bill’s face nearly split in two from the grin that broke out on it.
“Best. Sister. Ever.” He said fervently. “And Hermione, how can we ever thank you enough?”
“For God’s sake Bill,” Hermione replied, “it’s not like touching Fleur is a punishment! And to love her? Please.”
“She’s something all right, but still, it’s a risk for you both. Merlin knows what Dad would say if he found out, and likely a lot of other people as well.”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass what Dad would say,” Ginny responded, “and as for other people, let them eat cake. We know it will be complicated, because there are so many different relationships involved here. But like ‘Mione said, how can you not love Fleur?”
“I can’t imagine,” Bill admitted, “but I’m still happy that it’s going to be you and Hermione, Gin. I’ll rest easy knowing she’s with you two.”
“Silly boy, it’s not like you are going to be on the other side of the world,” Fleur replied languidly.
“Actually darling, it sort of is…”
Part 9 - http://lash-larue.livejournal.com/117871.html#cutid1
Title: The Hunters Part Eight “Gifts Freely Given”
Pairing: Ginny/Hermione, others
Rating: Adult
Summary: Commitments are made
Warnings: Discussion of group relationship
Word Count: 2375
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling
The Hunters Part Eight
“Gifts Freely Given”
“You will? You are? Really?” Fleur asked as she stared at the flowers Ginny and Hermione offered to her. “You want to? You will love me?”
“We want to do you - do it - make baby - oh Merlin, I’m gibbering,” Hermione muttered as she turned purple.
“We talked about it, Fleur, and we know that it’s a big commitment and not a fling. But the bottom line is that we both love you. We know that this will be very different for us all, but we want you to know that we decided to do this because of how we feel about you, and for no other reason. We know that you have an obligation to your Veela family, to your heritage. We don’t. We don’t feel any obligation at all. But we love you, and we know that we can be in love with you. We know that we can want you, and so we have decided to trust you with our hearts, because we just can’t give you any less than all that we have,” Ginny explained to Fleur.
“Ma belles,” breathed Fleur, “so much you give to me, so much…”
The orchids got rather bruised in the embrace that followed, but they were still beautiful.
***
“The surgery went well, Mr. Weasley,” Dr. Barstow told Percy. “I think we were able to get all of the tumor. It will be several hours yet before your father is awake enough to speak, however. I’ve sent the tumor for testing, and hopefully later today we’ll know more about the prognosis, but the first hurdle is past.”
“Thank you, but we won’t know for some time how he actually is, correct?” Percy asked.
“That’s right; until he wakes we won’t really know the real, immediate, effects of the surgery. Some patients recover very swiftly, and others take some time. But what I saw during the surgery was encouraging. Someone will contact you when he is moved to his room. Right now he is in recovery, and there are no visitors there. But you can feel free to tell your mother that the surgery went well,” she told him.
“Thank you again, Doctor Barstow,” Percy told her, and he watched her walk away again.
“Right, all of that meant that we still know damn-all about how he’s going to be, ‘Hi Mum, Dad’s not dead yet, but we don’t really know shit about how he is! Stiff upper lip now!’ Bugger, I’ll think of something to tell her…” Percy muttered.
***
“Assyria? Now? You must be joking,” Bill replied to his boss.
“I’m afraid not Bill, this is a huge find. Potentially the largest this century, and you’re our best curse-breaker. But if you really can’t, we’ll send someone else. The bonus would be massive, though,” Mr. Smithers told him.
“How massive?”
***
Fleur took Ginny’s face in her hands and kissed her tenderly, and then did the same to Hermione.
“Already I love you,” Fleur said through her tears, “and the flowers, orchids - you remembered…”
“We did,” Hermione said as she recovered from the kiss. “We have much to learn about each other yet, and I am just beginning to really learn about myself. Please be patient with me, I’m still having trouble believing that two such beautiful women love me, and want me. It might take a little while for it to sink in.”
“I believe that you feel that way,” Fleur told her, “but I do not understand why. You are loving, and thoughtful, and caring, and you melt me. I tell you this plainly, I want you. I want you for the woman you are, not just for what you might mean to my people, my baby. And you, chere Ginny… you set me afire, and you always have. Now I can tell you this. But Hermione is right, we have much to learn of one another, and I want the two of you to concentrate on each other now. I am content with what you have told me, and I too need some time to adjust to the magnitude of this. But tonight, now, will you hold me?”
The three women settled onto the couch together, and tears were abundant, along with smiles.
“Look what ‘Mione’s parents gave us,” Ginny said, proudly displaying her ring, “show her yours, love.”
“They are beautiful! They look antique!” Fleur gushed appropriately.
“They belonged to my Great-Grandmothers,” Hermione explained. “Mum and Dad wanted Ginny and I to have them.”
“How wonderful! So your parents are happy with you and Ginny being together?” Fleur asked.
“I’ll say,” Ginny answered, “heck, they knew it before Hermione did. There are wedding rings too; Mum and Dad Granger are keeping them safe for us.” Hermione felt a thrill on hearing Ginny say that, and she loved her parents more than ever.
“Maybe Percy will fix it so that we can actually marry,” Hermione said wistfully.
“A week ago if you’d said that I would have laughed,” Ginny admitted, “but now? Now I wouldn’t bet against ol’ Perce. The lad has steel in him.”
“If that does not come to pass,” Fleur said delicately, “you can be married in a Veela ceremony. We have recognized the marriage of two female Veela for a very long time.”
“We aren’t Veela, though,” Hermione pointed out.
“Your relationship with me will make you Veela in every way that matters, and perhaps in ways that you cannot imagine yet,” Fleur told them, “you shall be mothers to a Queen. To us, your love makes you both royalty. Love is the most important thing to the Veela.”
“But we don’t know if it will work yet,” Hermione reluctantly pointed out.
“I know it,” Fleur assured them, “already I can feel her changing inside of me, becoming, she needs only your continued love to fulfill her destiny.”
“That, she has,” Ginny promised as she pressed her face to Fleur’s throat.
“And so do you,” Hermione added as she softly kissed Fleur’s eyes.
“Victoire is awake,” Ginny mumbled into Fleur’s neck.
“I’ll get her,” Hermione said as she stood, “Victoire has some things to get used to just like the rest of us, she might as well start now.” Hermione headed up the stairs.
“How should we act around Victoire?” Ginny asked. “For that matter, what about Bill? Should we not touch you around them?”
“If you want to touch me, touch me,” Fleur told her, “Bill understands, and Victoire will know if we try and hide our relationship from her. There is no need to hide love. It would not be good to have sex in front of her, Bill and I do not do that either, it would confuse her, and perhaps frighten her. But she will not think it strange if we hug or kiss, indeed, she needs to see that.”
“Bill?”
“Will have to use his imagination, our lovemaking will be between us, when we are ready. Bill is a wonderful husband, and very understanding, but I do not think that he should see me make love with his sister, or his sister’s wife either. I have no doubt that he would enjoy seeing me with Hermione; he is after all, a man, but no. That part of our relationship he cannot share. But caring and love we have no need to hide, there should be privacy, but not secrecy. And later on it will not be an issue.”
“Bill said that you went through this with Victoire, was she supposed to be Queen?”
“Non, what he was referring to was the latter stages of Veela pregnancy, for the last three months, and hopefully four with the new baby, we Veela cannot bear the touch of a man. We stayed in separate rooms,” Fleur explained. “In the last trimester we hunger for a woman’s touch.”
“So did you have one of your Veela friends…” Ginny fell silent.
“Never fear to ask, Ginny, soon we shall know everything about each other. But no, there was not the need then that there is now. And so I thought of women, and I masturbated. I imagine Bill did too,” Fleur said with a smile.
The warmth that had started in Ginny’s middle was cooled by the thought of her brother…
“For future reference, I’m not really interested in how Bill got through it, or will get through it. That is firmly between you and him as far as I’m concerned, and I think ‘Mione would feel the same way,” Ginny told Fleur.
“Feel the same way about what?” Hermione asked as she entered the room carrying Victoire.
“Ginny was telling me that she is not interested in hearing how Bill got through the last trimester when I was carrying Victoire. Veela cannot stand a man’s touch then,” Fleur explained.
“Oh, right. Yeah, I don’t need to know either. So did you just, you know, not feel any ‘urges’?”
“Oh no, Veela are extremely aroused then,” Fleur told her.
“So what -“
“She thought about women and wanked,” Ginny informed her.
“Oh…”
“Look, Victoire, I brought you something,” Ginny said as she pulled a golden sphere from her pocket. She tossed it into the air, the wings of the snitch popped out, and it circled slowly about a foot above the floor. Victoire squirmed from Hermione’s grip and chased the snitch, giggling happily. The snitch seemed always just out of reach, but not so far as to make her give up the chase.
“How fun!” exclaimed Fleur.
“I enchanted it to stay close to her,” Ginny explained, “thought it might come in handy once in a while.”
“So, umm, Fleur, did you think about any women in particular? I mean, I just want to know your type, is all,” Hermione asked as casually as she could.
“I do not have a ‘type’, ‘Ermione my sweet, but as for who I thought of while I touched myself? You sleep with one of them,” Fleur told her. And then she looked hard into Hermione’s eyes and said - “and you see the other in the mirror.”
***
“Hi Mum, Dad came through the surgery well, and the Doctor is encouraged about the chances for success,” Percy said as he entered the kitchen at the Burrow. Molly was at the table having tea with Penny, the remnants of lunch scattered around them.
“Percival, you gave me a dreamless sleep potion, didn’t you?” asked Molly through tight lips.
“I surely did, and I gave you plenty of it,” Percy told her. “I knew you wouldn’t sleep without it, and as you weren’t going to the hospital I decided that it would be better for you to be sleeping than tearing your hair out. For much the same reasons I haven’t told Ginny or my brothers.”
“So you took it upon yourself to decide for us all then, did you?” Molly said severely.
“I did,” Percy said flatly.
“You’ve got yourself a man here, Penny,” Molly said to her daughter-in-law.
“I do indeed,” Penny agreed as she looked fondly at her husband.
“When should we tell Ginny and the boys then, Percy, since you seem to be in charge?” asked Molly dryly, but the smile on her face bespoke the gratitude that she felt towards her son.
“Doctor Barstow expects the results of the tests late today, and of course Dad is still asleep. I think that we should wait until he wakes and we have the test results before we tell them anything. There is no point in them being on pins and needles too.”
“Are you sure, dear?”
“I admit that they have the right to know, and if he should die I am aware that they may all hate me for keeping them from seeing him first. But there is nothing to see just now other than our father lying covered in bandages, and they’ve all seen that. Once there is something to tell them, I will. For Merlin’s sake, we can’t have Ron and George traipsing about a muggle hospital! Bill is busy with Ginny and Hermione and Victoire and a pregnant wife, and Charlie is likely still smarting from the whole thing with Gin and Hermione. So yes, I’m sure.”
“Very well, Percy,” Molly said, “now sit down and have some lunch before you have to go back to the hospital.” Percy sat as his mother busied herself in serving him a lunch that would have fed a family of centaurs, or even Hagrid. “And Percy,” Molly said over her shoulder, “thank you.”
“You’re most welcome, Mum,” he replied.
Penny pushed her tongue against the inside of her cheek as she held her curled hand to her lips.
***
“Rough day, love?” Bill asked as he emerged from the fire in the sitting room.
Fleur was reclined on the couch; her head was in Hermione’s lap and her feet in Ginny’s. Hermione was running her fingers through the silver hair and massaging her scalp while Ginny rubbed her feet.
“A most wonderful day, my dear husband,” Fleur answered him, “your splendid sister and our beloved Hermione have decided to help with the baby, with the magic.” Bill’s face nearly split in two from the grin that broke out on it.
“Best. Sister. Ever.” He said fervently. “And Hermione, how can we ever thank you enough?”
“For God’s sake Bill,” Hermione replied, “it’s not like touching Fleur is a punishment! And to love her? Please.”
“She’s something all right, but still, it’s a risk for you both. Merlin knows what Dad would say if he found out, and likely a lot of other people as well.”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass what Dad would say,” Ginny responded, “and as for other people, let them eat cake. We know it will be complicated, because there are so many different relationships involved here. But like ‘Mione said, how can you not love Fleur?”
“I can’t imagine,” Bill admitted, “but I’m still happy that it’s going to be you and Hermione, Gin. I’ll rest easy knowing she’s with you two.”
“Silly boy, it’s not like you are going to be on the other side of the world,” Fleur replied languidly.
“Actually darling, it sort of is…”
Part 9 - http://lash-larue.livejournal.com/117871.html#cutid1