Fic: The "Hunters" Part 28 Ginny/Hermione : Adult
Author: Lash_Larue
Title: “Mothers”
Pairing: Ginny/Hermione, others
Rating: Adult
Summary: Mothers ask, mothers give
Warnings: none to speak of
Word Count: 2260
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling
The Hunters Part 28
“Mothers”
Apolline Delacour softly opened the door to her daughter’s room, expecting to see the yellow eyes of Midnight staring at her. Instead she met the steady gaze of the dark eyes of Pansy Parkinson, who had Fleur enfolded in her arms.
“She is well?” Apolline asked with no hint of embarrassment.
“She is,” Pansy confirmed, “she woke and asked me to change back and hold her, so I did.”
“You want her, do you not?” asked Apolline.
“I do,” replied Pansy.
“And yet you do not press her, knowing that she is vulnerable now,” Apolline pursued.
“I do not. She has given me a great gift; I will not dishonor that by preying on her now. She told me frankly in the beginning that I could not have her, not really. If she requires the comfort of my body she shall have it, but rest assured that I know my place in this,” Pansy explained.
“You are a most remarkable woman, Pansy,” Apolline told her. “I look forward to knowing you better. Tell me please, what did she give you?”
“That is between Fleur and me,” Pansy told her. “And now I have a thing to ask you...”
“Please do,” Apolline responded.
“Do you want me?”
“Of course I do,” Apolline conceded, “but I have no excuse to yield to my desires. But if my Fleur asks for you, please do not hold back. You have given us a Queen, and for that you have a place in my heart forever. And yet I ask more of you, for my Fleur, my child, do not hold back. I beg you.”
“What she needs from me she shall have,” Pansy promised, “but I am sure that Hermione and Ginny can attend to her needs. As for me, I have no hope of emerging from this intact. I have surrendered to something greater than myself.”
“You want nothing for yourself, then? That is hard to believe,” Apolline said bluntly.
“Oh, no. I want a very great deal for myself,” Pansy told her, “and I will have it, just so long as Fleur prospers.”
“Remarkable indeed, I must return home now, and I shall leave my daughter in your capable paws, Pansy,” Apolline smiled and inclined her head to Pansy as she backed out of the room.
Fleur stirred in Pansy’s arms, and Pansy stroked her hair softly until she settled back into sleep.
“Fleur is resting comfortably,” Apolline announced, “I should get back, Gabrielle is coming home this evening. Please let me know if you hear anything from Harry.”
“Of course we will,” Hermione assured her.
“Minnie and I will hang around as well,” Hooch promised, “Min’s out now checking the wards. Nothing will get past her, don’t you worry.”
“I cannot help but worry,” Apolline admitted, “but I do not doubt that you all will protect her.” Apolline placed a blue vial on the table. “Should Fleur need Gwen, merely smash this vial, and she will come. Mother has invited Pansy to attend the birth, and of course, Hermione and Ginny, you must be there as well. Gwen will come and fetch you when the time is right, the queen should be born at the flock’s home. Thank you all again for caring for Fleur, I shall see you soon.” Apolline departed by floo.
“It’s easy to see where Fleur gets her looks, Merlin, but that’s a gorgeous woman,” Hooch said with a little shiver.
“She’s a wonderful dancer, too,” Hermione allowed.
“I’ll go and retrieve Victoire,” Ginny volunteered, “I’m sure Mum has fed her by now.”
“I’ll tag along as well,” Hooch said, “just in case.”
“Great! See you in a bit, love,” Ginny said, bending over to kiss Hermione. Ginny and Xiomara went into the sitting room to use the fireplace.
“We’re getting low on floo powder,” Ginny observed, “I’ll make a trip to Diagon Alley after we get Vic back. Thanks for coming along, Xiomara.”
“Glad to, no point in taking chances, besides, I’d love to see Molly again. It’s been a while.” They stepped into the flames.
***
“Hello, Richardson,” Harry said jovially as he entered the small office in Gringotts’ basement, “you and I are going to have a little chat…”
“What about, Mr. Potter?” Richardson replied nervously.
***
“Zut! I have to pee,” Fleur announced as she sat up in the bed. Pansy made as if to help her stand, but Fleur had no difficulty in moving.
“She seems fit enough,” Pansy said aloud as she rose and stretched. Several minutes passed, and Pansy smoothed the covers on the bed and grimaced as she sniffed her clothes from the day before. “Maybe Ginny knows a good cleaning spell…”
“Pansy, would you come here, please?” Fleur called, and Pansy hastened into the bathroom.
“Would you care to join me in the shower again? I shall try and behave,” Fleur said with a small smile.
“Pansy, oh - excuse me,” Hermione said hastily, as she saw Fleur and Pansy standing nude in the bathroom. “You’ve a note from Harry, Pansy, I’m sure it will keep if you’re, well, busy?”
“I’d better read it now,” Pansy said, and she took the note and went back into the bedroom to read it.
“Should I leave?” Hermione asked Fleur.
“After you kiss me, perhaps, for a while,” Fleur told her, “I am indebted to Pansy, you see.”
“You don’t owe me anything,” Pansy countered from the doorway, “call me when you want me, okay? Hermione, is the owl that delivered this still here? I need to reply.”
“Yes, it’s on the perch in the kitchen.”
“Right. Fleur, may I borrow some clothes? Mine are a bit messed up, I’m afraid.”
“But of course, and Pansy, I did not mean to -“
“I know, Fleur, but as I said before, I can only stretch my heart so far. I’m sure that Hermione is more than capable of helping you out here.” Pansy shut the door quietly as she left.
“What’s that about?” Hermione asked. Fleur sighed.
“I am clumsy, I asked her to make love with me yesterday, and she would not, because I was still in shock from the attack. And she thinks that it is only the pregnancy that makes me want her.”
“Is it?”
“I do not know,” Fleur admitted, “I am confused. I do not wish to hurt her, but the need is growing within me, and she is attractive.”
“Her jaguar form is the most beautiful animal I’ve ever seen,” Hermione admitted.
“You saw her on the beach?”
“I saw her in your bed; you were cuddled up to her and purring.”
“I purred?” Fleur asked, clearly surprised.
“Yes, your mother said that it seldom happens,” Hermione explained.
“That is true, and I am sorry that I missed it. It has never happened to me before,” Fleur told her.
“So, do you need a hand here?”
“Please,” Fleur said as she reached for Hermione.
”Harry, sorry, but he’s not one of mine. Midnight would be glad to help out though, if you can think of a use for her - Pansy”
Pansy tied the scroll to the bird’s leg and sent it on its way.
Then she went and sat in the garden and cried.
***
“Well so much for the easy way,” Harry sighed as he read Pansy’s note. “Now then, I want you to tell me who else was in on this business with Mawdsley.”
“I - I don’t know what you mean, Mr. Potter,” Richardson stammered.
“Have it your way, but remember that I asked nicely… Legilimens!”
***
“Madam Hooch! What a lovely surprise,” Molly greeted her as she entered the kitchen with Ginny, “it’s been a long time.”
“Not long enough for you to call me ‘Madam Hooch’, Molly Prewett, Xio I shall always be to you.”
“You two know each other?” Ginny asked.
“Of course,” Hooch told her, “how are you, Molly?”
“Very well, thank you. Percy was very moved that you and Minerva asked him to officiate, Xio, it meant a great deal to him.”
“And to us, Percy has grown into a fine man, Min and I see great things ahead for him.”
“I’m happy for you both,” Molly told her. “Really. I am.”
“Thank you, Molly,” Hooch said softly.
“Ginny darling, I suppose you’ve come to steal my Granddaughter away then, right?” Arthur said as he entered the kitchen with Victoire. “Oh… Madam Hooch - how - nice to see you. My congratulations on your wedding, I wish you both every happiness.”
“Thanks Arthur, we’re in your debt for what you did at the Min. So are a lot of other people.”
“Ah well, I came late to wisdom, it’s only right that I try and share it,” Arthur said dismissively.
“Are you ready to go home, Victoire?” Ginny asked her.
“Okay,” Victoire agreed.
“Any news from Harry?” Arthur asked.
“He sent a letter to Pansy, and he told us that he thinks he knows who was behind it. I’m sure it will be cleared up soon,” Ginny told him.
“I wish you would all come here,” Molly said anxiously.
“Harry set wards on the beach, and Minerva and Xio are with us, it’s as safe as any place can be. Pansy is there too.”
“Hermione told us what Pansy did, please give her our thanks. She seems to be a remarkable woman,” Molly said.
“She is that,” Ginny agreed, “we’re lucky to have her as a friend. How are you feeling, Dad?”
“First rate! Healer Pye was quite pleased with my last visit.”
“That’s great! I guess we’d better go though, Fleur will be missing Victoire,” Ginny said.
“So will we,” Arthur admitted, “she’s a joy. Give our love to Hermione and Fleur, would you dear?”
“And tell Hermione to drop in any time, we’ll have a grand time trying on dresses…” Molly added hopefully.
“Nice try Mum, but we aren’t making any plans until the baby comes and Bill gets back,” Ginny told her.
“Have it your own way, but if you dally long, Ron will be getting married before you,” Molly cautioned.
“You’re kidding! You mean he actually caught Oliver Wood?”
“Wood?” Xio asked, “the Gryffindor Captain? That Oliver Wood?”
“One and the same,” Ginny assured her.
“Ron’s going to wish he’d played Beater instead of Keeper then, if what I’ve heard is -“ Xiomara flushed red. “Sorry Molly, Arthur,” she said contritely.
“Think nothing of it,” Arthur told her, “you should see Charlie’s fellow, he’d make two of Oliver.”
Ginny turned purple.
“Right then, we’d best be off,” Ginny managed to get out with a straight face. “Come on Vic, let’s go.”
***
“Pansy dear, whatever is the matter?” Minerva asked as she sat by her and put her arm around her.
“Nothing. Everything. Does love always hurt?” Pansy asked her.
“Well it certainly can, do you want to talk with me about it?”
“Promise not to tell anyone? Even Xiomara?”
“Of course, child. We all need a confidante, and I should be honored to be yours,” Minerva assured her.
“Do you know about the last trimester of Veela pregnancies?” Pansy asked her.
“If you mean the part about them not being able to tolerate men, and being extremely aroused in the last month, then yes, I know. How they manage to get pregnant without males is something that I don’t know, however.”
“That’ll do for me. Obviously then, Ginny and Hermione provide that for Fleur. I can’t tell you about my role in this, but it is one I assumed by my own choice, and I have no regrets.”
“But?” Minerva encouraged.
“I might be in love with Ginny, and I am absolutely in love with Fleur. Hermione I’m in lust with. And I can have any of them, I could walk into that cottage right now and sit on Fleur’s face and she would thank me for it. I could take Hermione to my house and shag her silly and both she and Ginny would be fine with it. But I can’t do either of those things, because they are not, and never can be, mine. Ginny showed me love that I had never imagined, never dreamed existed, and maybe I could take her from Hermione, I know she has strong feelings for me. But what would that make me? Now that I finally know what love is, I find that I can’t really have it. I know that it’s no more than I deserve, but-“
Minerva pulled Pansy’s head to her bosom, and stroked the raven hair, and kissed her face tenderly.
“Pansy, my dear girl, love owes you much. You must trust that love will pay this debt. It does indeed hurt to finally open your heart; it took me many years to find the courage to do so. But I promise you that a heart such as yours will not be alone forever. It may take a bit of time for a worthy match to come along, but it will, never doubt that. Do you know, Severus told me long ago that he saw more of worth in you than any student he ever taught? And Severus saw people more clearly than anyone I ever knew.”
“Really?” Pansy asked.
“Really. Now I wonder if you would do me the honor of allowing me to hold you and comfort you as a mother would? We all need a mother sometimes, and I would be endlessly proud to have a child like you.”
Part 29 - http://lash-larue.livejournal.com/125039.html#cutid1
Title: “Mothers”
Pairing: Ginny/Hermione, others
Rating: Adult
Summary: Mothers ask, mothers give
Warnings: none to speak of
Word Count: 2260
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling
The Hunters Part 28
“Mothers”
Apolline Delacour softly opened the door to her daughter’s room, expecting to see the yellow eyes of Midnight staring at her. Instead she met the steady gaze of the dark eyes of Pansy Parkinson, who had Fleur enfolded in her arms.
“She is well?” Apolline asked with no hint of embarrassment.
“She is,” Pansy confirmed, “she woke and asked me to change back and hold her, so I did.”
“You want her, do you not?” asked Apolline.
“I do,” replied Pansy.
“And yet you do not press her, knowing that she is vulnerable now,” Apolline pursued.
“I do not. She has given me a great gift; I will not dishonor that by preying on her now. She told me frankly in the beginning that I could not have her, not really. If she requires the comfort of my body she shall have it, but rest assured that I know my place in this,” Pansy explained.
“You are a most remarkable woman, Pansy,” Apolline told her. “I look forward to knowing you better. Tell me please, what did she give you?”
“That is between Fleur and me,” Pansy told her. “And now I have a thing to ask you...”
“Please do,” Apolline responded.
“Do you want me?”
“Of course I do,” Apolline conceded, “but I have no excuse to yield to my desires. But if my Fleur asks for you, please do not hold back. You have given us a Queen, and for that you have a place in my heart forever. And yet I ask more of you, for my Fleur, my child, do not hold back. I beg you.”
“What she needs from me she shall have,” Pansy promised, “but I am sure that Hermione and Ginny can attend to her needs. As for me, I have no hope of emerging from this intact. I have surrendered to something greater than myself.”
“You want nothing for yourself, then? That is hard to believe,” Apolline said bluntly.
“Oh, no. I want a very great deal for myself,” Pansy told her, “and I will have it, just so long as Fleur prospers.”
“Remarkable indeed, I must return home now, and I shall leave my daughter in your capable paws, Pansy,” Apolline smiled and inclined her head to Pansy as she backed out of the room.
Fleur stirred in Pansy’s arms, and Pansy stroked her hair softly until she settled back into sleep.
“Fleur is resting comfortably,” Apolline announced, “I should get back, Gabrielle is coming home this evening. Please let me know if you hear anything from Harry.”
“Of course we will,” Hermione assured her.
“Minnie and I will hang around as well,” Hooch promised, “Min’s out now checking the wards. Nothing will get past her, don’t you worry.”
“I cannot help but worry,” Apolline admitted, “but I do not doubt that you all will protect her.” Apolline placed a blue vial on the table. “Should Fleur need Gwen, merely smash this vial, and she will come. Mother has invited Pansy to attend the birth, and of course, Hermione and Ginny, you must be there as well. Gwen will come and fetch you when the time is right, the queen should be born at the flock’s home. Thank you all again for caring for Fleur, I shall see you soon.” Apolline departed by floo.
“It’s easy to see where Fleur gets her looks, Merlin, but that’s a gorgeous woman,” Hooch said with a little shiver.
“She’s a wonderful dancer, too,” Hermione allowed.
“I’ll go and retrieve Victoire,” Ginny volunteered, “I’m sure Mum has fed her by now.”
“I’ll tag along as well,” Hooch said, “just in case.”
“Great! See you in a bit, love,” Ginny said, bending over to kiss Hermione. Ginny and Xiomara went into the sitting room to use the fireplace.
“We’re getting low on floo powder,” Ginny observed, “I’ll make a trip to Diagon Alley after we get Vic back. Thanks for coming along, Xiomara.”
“Glad to, no point in taking chances, besides, I’d love to see Molly again. It’s been a while.” They stepped into the flames.
***
“Hello, Richardson,” Harry said jovially as he entered the small office in Gringotts’ basement, “you and I are going to have a little chat…”
“What about, Mr. Potter?” Richardson replied nervously.
***
“Zut! I have to pee,” Fleur announced as she sat up in the bed. Pansy made as if to help her stand, but Fleur had no difficulty in moving.
“She seems fit enough,” Pansy said aloud as she rose and stretched. Several minutes passed, and Pansy smoothed the covers on the bed and grimaced as she sniffed her clothes from the day before. “Maybe Ginny knows a good cleaning spell…”
“Pansy, would you come here, please?” Fleur called, and Pansy hastened into the bathroom.
“Would you care to join me in the shower again? I shall try and behave,” Fleur said with a small smile.
“Pansy, oh - excuse me,” Hermione said hastily, as she saw Fleur and Pansy standing nude in the bathroom. “You’ve a note from Harry, Pansy, I’m sure it will keep if you’re, well, busy?”
“I’d better read it now,” Pansy said, and she took the note and went back into the bedroom to read it.
“Should I leave?” Hermione asked Fleur.
“After you kiss me, perhaps, for a while,” Fleur told her, “I am indebted to Pansy, you see.”
“You don’t owe me anything,” Pansy countered from the doorway, “call me when you want me, okay? Hermione, is the owl that delivered this still here? I need to reply.”
“Yes, it’s on the perch in the kitchen.”
“Right. Fleur, may I borrow some clothes? Mine are a bit messed up, I’m afraid.”
“But of course, and Pansy, I did not mean to -“
“I know, Fleur, but as I said before, I can only stretch my heart so far. I’m sure that Hermione is more than capable of helping you out here.” Pansy shut the door quietly as she left.
“What’s that about?” Hermione asked. Fleur sighed.
“I am clumsy, I asked her to make love with me yesterday, and she would not, because I was still in shock from the attack. And she thinks that it is only the pregnancy that makes me want her.”
“Is it?”
“I do not know,” Fleur admitted, “I am confused. I do not wish to hurt her, but the need is growing within me, and she is attractive.”
“Her jaguar form is the most beautiful animal I’ve ever seen,” Hermione admitted.
“You saw her on the beach?”
“I saw her in your bed; you were cuddled up to her and purring.”
“I purred?” Fleur asked, clearly surprised.
“Yes, your mother said that it seldom happens,” Hermione explained.
“That is true, and I am sorry that I missed it. It has never happened to me before,” Fleur told her.
“So, do you need a hand here?”
“Please,” Fleur said as she reached for Hermione.
”Harry, sorry, but he’s not one of mine. Midnight would be glad to help out though, if you can think of a use for her - Pansy”
Pansy tied the scroll to the bird’s leg and sent it on its way.
Then she went and sat in the garden and cried.
***
“Well so much for the easy way,” Harry sighed as he read Pansy’s note. “Now then, I want you to tell me who else was in on this business with Mawdsley.”
“I - I don’t know what you mean, Mr. Potter,” Richardson stammered.
“Have it your way, but remember that I asked nicely… Legilimens!”
***
“Madam Hooch! What a lovely surprise,” Molly greeted her as she entered the kitchen with Ginny, “it’s been a long time.”
“Not long enough for you to call me ‘Madam Hooch’, Molly Prewett, Xio I shall always be to you.”
“You two know each other?” Ginny asked.
“Of course,” Hooch told her, “how are you, Molly?”
“Very well, thank you. Percy was very moved that you and Minerva asked him to officiate, Xio, it meant a great deal to him.”
“And to us, Percy has grown into a fine man, Min and I see great things ahead for him.”
“I’m happy for you both,” Molly told her. “Really. I am.”
“Thank you, Molly,” Hooch said softly.
“Ginny darling, I suppose you’ve come to steal my Granddaughter away then, right?” Arthur said as he entered the kitchen with Victoire. “Oh… Madam Hooch - how - nice to see you. My congratulations on your wedding, I wish you both every happiness.”
“Thanks Arthur, we’re in your debt for what you did at the Min. So are a lot of other people.”
“Ah well, I came late to wisdom, it’s only right that I try and share it,” Arthur said dismissively.
“Are you ready to go home, Victoire?” Ginny asked her.
“Okay,” Victoire agreed.
“Any news from Harry?” Arthur asked.
“He sent a letter to Pansy, and he told us that he thinks he knows who was behind it. I’m sure it will be cleared up soon,” Ginny told him.
“I wish you would all come here,” Molly said anxiously.
“Harry set wards on the beach, and Minerva and Xio are with us, it’s as safe as any place can be. Pansy is there too.”
“Hermione told us what Pansy did, please give her our thanks. She seems to be a remarkable woman,” Molly said.
“She is that,” Ginny agreed, “we’re lucky to have her as a friend. How are you feeling, Dad?”
“First rate! Healer Pye was quite pleased with my last visit.”
“That’s great! I guess we’d better go though, Fleur will be missing Victoire,” Ginny said.
“So will we,” Arthur admitted, “she’s a joy. Give our love to Hermione and Fleur, would you dear?”
“And tell Hermione to drop in any time, we’ll have a grand time trying on dresses…” Molly added hopefully.
“Nice try Mum, but we aren’t making any plans until the baby comes and Bill gets back,” Ginny told her.
“Have it your own way, but if you dally long, Ron will be getting married before you,” Molly cautioned.
“You’re kidding! You mean he actually caught Oliver Wood?”
“Wood?” Xio asked, “the Gryffindor Captain? That Oliver Wood?”
“One and the same,” Ginny assured her.
“Ron’s going to wish he’d played Beater instead of Keeper then, if what I’ve heard is -“ Xiomara flushed red. “Sorry Molly, Arthur,” she said contritely.
“Think nothing of it,” Arthur told her, “you should see Charlie’s fellow, he’d make two of Oliver.”
Ginny turned purple.
“Right then, we’d best be off,” Ginny managed to get out with a straight face. “Come on Vic, let’s go.”
***
“Pansy dear, whatever is the matter?” Minerva asked as she sat by her and put her arm around her.
“Nothing. Everything. Does love always hurt?” Pansy asked her.
“Well it certainly can, do you want to talk with me about it?”
“Promise not to tell anyone? Even Xiomara?”
“Of course, child. We all need a confidante, and I should be honored to be yours,” Minerva assured her.
“Do you know about the last trimester of Veela pregnancies?” Pansy asked her.
“If you mean the part about them not being able to tolerate men, and being extremely aroused in the last month, then yes, I know. How they manage to get pregnant without males is something that I don’t know, however.”
“That’ll do for me. Obviously then, Ginny and Hermione provide that for Fleur. I can’t tell you about my role in this, but it is one I assumed by my own choice, and I have no regrets.”
“But?” Minerva encouraged.
“I might be in love with Ginny, and I am absolutely in love with Fleur. Hermione I’m in lust with. And I can have any of them, I could walk into that cottage right now and sit on Fleur’s face and she would thank me for it. I could take Hermione to my house and shag her silly and both she and Ginny would be fine with it. But I can’t do either of those things, because they are not, and never can be, mine. Ginny showed me love that I had never imagined, never dreamed existed, and maybe I could take her from Hermione, I know she has strong feelings for me. But what would that make me? Now that I finally know what love is, I find that I can’t really have it. I know that it’s no more than I deserve, but-“
Minerva pulled Pansy’s head to her bosom, and stroked the raven hair, and kissed her face tenderly.
“Pansy, my dear girl, love owes you much. You must trust that love will pay this debt. It does indeed hurt to finally open your heart; it took me many years to find the courage to do so. But I promise you that a heart such as yours will not be alone forever. It may take a bit of time for a worthy match to come along, but it will, never doubt that. Do you know, Severus told me long ago that he saw more of worth in you than any student he ever taught? And Severus saw people more clearly than anyone I ever knew.”
“Really?” Pansy asked.
“Really. Now I wonder if you would do me the honor of allowing me to hold you and comfort you as a mother would? We all need a mother sometimes, and I would be endlessly proud to have a child like you.”
Part 29 - http://lash-larue.livejournal.com/125039.html#cutid1