Fic: The "Hunters" Part 29 Ginny/Hermione : Adult
Author: Lash_Larue
Title: “Lost”
Pairing:Ginny/Hermione - Ginny/Fleur/Hermione - Pansy/Fleur
Rating: Adult
Summary: Harry and Pansy work together, the Veela asserts herself
Warnings: Complicated relationships, sexual references
Word Count: 2085
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling
The Hunters Part 29
“Lost”
“Harry’s coming to dinner tonight,” Hermione told Fleur, Ginny, Xiomara, and Minerva at breakfast. “He says he’s found out who was behind the attack on Fleur.”
“Where is Pansy?” Fleur asked.
“Not sure, she said that she had some business to take care of,” Ginny answered her. “Gosh Fleur, you’re bigger than you were last night! Oh, sorry, maybe that was tactless.” Fleur smiled.
“No, it is merely true, she is growing rapidly. That is as it should be.”
“Have you and Bill thought of a name yet?” Hermione inquired.
“She will tell us her name during the Blessed Hour,” Fleur informed them all, “for the first hour after her birth she will be able to communicate with us, and she will be far more than a normal newborn. After that, she will be a baby much like any other. The first hour is crucial for the flock to bond with her, and that is why we must go there for the birth.”
“Will Bill be there?” Ginny asked.
“Alas, no, he cannot attend. He will most likely wait with your parents until we return home; it will only be a day or so. He would not like me very much during the delivery, I assure you,” Fleur told them with a grin.
***
“Why have you brought me here, Mr. Potter?” Richardson asked nervously. He had never before been on the level of the highest security vaults held by the old pureblood families.
“I want you to meet a friend of mine,” Harry told him, “her name is Midnight.” Harry pointed into the shadows behind the would-be kidnapper, and a pair of yellow orbs slowly revealed themselves to be the eyes of an enormous cat. A cat moreover, who walked right up to Richardson, and let out a shrieking roar that did indeed turn his insides to water.
“I’m bringing charges against you for attempted kidnapping and assault. You do of course have the right to a trial. I suggest that it is in your best interests to wave that right, plead guilty, and accept a sentence of life in Azkaban.”
Midnight yawned.
“I never meant any harm,” Richardson protested, “I was only trying to get a bit back from Weasley for turning me down for curse breaker training, that’s all!” He looked nervously at Midnight, who made a sort of derisive snorting sound.
“You set a monster like Mawdsley on a pregnant woman and a little girl,” Harry said coldly, “I can prove it, and you know it. If you insist on a trial I’ll press for the Kiss. And you’ll get it. Or perhaps I’ll just walk away and leave you with my friend here.”
Midnight smiled, there was no other description for it.
“A man should own up to his mistakes, Mr. Potter,” Richardson said hastily, “I guess I just lost my head when I saw the communications about the treasure they were finding. I knew Weasley would get a share, and, well…”
“Did you tell anyone else about the find?”
“No! No one! I’d get the sack if anyone knew I’d read those things, they were eyes only to Mr. Smithers himself!”
“I’ll escort you out, feel free to try and run. Midnight could use the exercise…”
***
“Fleur,” Ginny panted, “if you’re going to keep this up we need to let either your Mum or mine take Victoire. I’m not complaining, mind you, but…”
“Oh my God…” Hermione gasped as she shuddered beneath Fleur’s tongue. “Ohgodohgodoh…”
“Oui,” Fleur agreed as she got to her feet, “I shall call Mere, she will be expecting this.”
“Was it like this with Vicky?” Ginny asked.
“Not nearly so intense, no. The struggles with Pansy have made the Veela very strong indeed, it is all that I can do not to use the thrall on you,” Fleur confessed.
“Would that be so bad?” Ginny asked. Hermione was still out of it.
“I cannot risk it, I have no idea what would happen. Mere was frightened by the power of the thrall at the club; you might simply become lost in it. I may have to go into confinement for everyone’s safety.”
“Won’t that endanger the baby?”
“I do not know. I must ask Gwen. Please pack Victoire’s things when you are able to, I shall be back before dinner. I need to hear what Harry has to say,” Fleur asked as she turned towards the door.
“Fleur, clothes,” Ginny reminded her, “Minnie and Xio are still here.”
“Do you think that they would not enjoy me?” Fleur asked mischievously.
“Fine. Go ahead. ‘Mione and I could use the help.”
“I am sorry, Ginny, of course you are right. The two of you simply drive me wild with desire; it is hard to know where to stop.”
“Minerva and Xiomara might be a good place to start stopping,” Hermione mumbled.
“D’accord,” Fleur agreed, “rest, my lovers, I shall return soon.” Fleur put on a robe and went to her room to dress.
“Gin?”
“Yeah babe?”
“She is going to kill us, isn’t she?”
“Nah. Well, probably not, anyhow. And don’t even try and pretend that you don’t love this. I don’t know how you’re going to be able to settle for me when this is done,” Ginny said in wonder.
“It won’t be the same once the baby is born. I read the whole book. We’ll all go back to our normal emotional state after the birth. But we’ll have some remarkable memories, and Fleur will always be a part of our lives.”
“What about Pansy?” Ginny asked.
“I don’t really know. There has never been a relationship like this one between the mother of a queen and an Other,” Hermione confessed.
“I’m worried about her,” Ginny admitted.
“We’ll help her,” Hermione promised.
“Suppose after all this you love Fleur more than me? Or I love Pansy? What will become of us?”
“I could never stop loving you, and I know that you could never stop loving me. If we have to make an adjustment, we will. I’m glad that you and Pansy shared something special, Fleur and I have too. We’ll just have to trust that things will work out for all of us.”
“I guess, but I’m still worried about her.”
“Me too,” agreed Hermione. “Could you handle an ongoing relationship between us and Pansy?”
“How would I know? How did you feel when I stayed with her?” Ginny asked.
“Frankly, I was too busy with Fleur to notice at the time, but since then I’ve just been kind of happy for you both. And I have to admit that if I had the chance to…”
“Yeah, Pansy is something. ‘Mione, this is all just so strange I mean, here we are making love with my brother’s wife, with her enthusiastic participation, and Bill asked us to do it. Pansy turned me inside out and you aren’t mad about it, and if you were to have sex with her, I swear I’d think it was great. I think I’m in love with Pansy, I know you’re in love with Fleur; Merlin only knows how Pansy and Fleur really feel about each other or us… what the fuck is going on around here?”
“I really don’t know,” Hermione admitted.
“One thing’s sure; you won’t find the answer to this in a book. Not even in the restricted section.”
***
“You did well to come, Fleur,” Gwen told her. “Yes, you must unleash the thrall. It is building within you, and it puts the child at risk. The primal part of the Veela is asserting herself, the predator. You must hunt.”
“I cannot risk the women that have carried us this far,” Fleur replied, her hands on her growing middle. “There must be another way…”
***
“So he’s in Azkaban already?” Minerva asked Harry at dinner.
“He seemed really eager to confess,” Harry answered her. He spared a small smile for Pansy, who lifted her glass to him. “He was just a little man with a grudge, but his position in communications at Gringotts allowed him access to information. He went prowling around Knockturn Alley asking questions until he found Mawdsley. He’s better off in Azkaban, he spent every knut he had hiring that piece of kibble.”
“So Fleur and Victoire are safe now?” Hermione asked.
“Safe as anyone, I reckon. But I’ll keep an eye out, and keep some discreet security in place. And I’ll leave the wards on the beach,” Harry told them.
“Victoire is with my parents until the baby is born,” Fleur told him, “Papa assures me that she will be well-protected.”
“I’ll fill in the proper authorities in France,” Harry promised, “but your parent’s place is quite secure. Victoire will be safe there.”
“Then I suppose we should thank you for this excellent meal and your hospitality and get ourselves home,” Xiomara announced.
“You are welcome to stay, if you like,” Fleur told them.
“Thank you Fleur,” Minerva replied, “but in truth the rather ah - charged atmosphere of late is a bit unsettling to us older folk.”
“Nonsense, Minnie, you’re just fussed about having to use silencing charms. I told you none of these girls would mind a bit of noise.” Minerva blushed fiercely, and Hermione and Ginny had serious coughing fits.
“I quite understand,” Fleur assured them, “and I am most grateful for all of your help. I look forward to Victoire learning from you both.”
“Think we’ll still be teaching then, Min?” Hooch asked with a gleam in her eye.
“I for one fully intend to, as the colonists put it, ‘die in the saddle’, “ Minerva declared.
“It’s a deal, Min, let’s get home and start on that.” Minerva raised an eyebrow, but she did not blush, and Hooch felt a little flutter, low in her belly.
“Let us know when she’s born, would you?” Hooch said over her shoulder as she dragged Minerva towards the fireplace.
“I should be going as well,” Harry said as he stood. “Dinner was marvelous, thank you very much.”
“How can I ever repay you for this, Harry?” Fleur asked him.
“Have a healthy baby and take good care of my friends. Live, love, and invite me for birthdays and holidays. The food here is great,” Harry replied.
“It was from Pansy’s club,” Ginny told him.
“Really? So where are we putting our new club, Pansy?”
“There are a few options; I’ll send some information ‘round to you, Harry. Just find time to win the bloody cup, will you?”
“I’ll do my best. Ladies, good evening to you,” Harry bowed and left by the door. He still didn’t care for travel by floo.
“I must leave you now,” Fleur said gravely. “The thrall is building in strength, and I must release it lest it harm the child. I will go to Grandmother’s, members of the flock have volunteered. They will take the risk to preserve the flock.”
“Are you sure?” Hermione asked, “We’d be willing to -“
“I cannot allow it; you and Ginny have done so much already. The thrall would put your future at risk, it is of unprecedented strength. This is good for the new queen, for it means that she will be strong, but I will not imperil you so. I must go.”
“No, you will not,” Pansy said calmly.
“It is my decision, Pansy,” Fleur informed her.
“No. It is mine. You owe me, and I will not trust our child to the strength of another. The thrall is mine, and I claim it. You need to unleash the predator? Fine. That I understand, but I claim this place.”
Fleur’s eyes were glowing, and her nostrils were flaring as she regarded Pansy.
“You may be hurt in this, Pansy. You must be sure, and you must choose swiftly, for the Veela wants you. I want you…”
“I chose long ago. Let her loose.”
“You should leave,” Fleur told Ginny and Hermione, “send an owl in the morning. But go now.”
The golden mist was flooding from Fleur, and her eyes were blue fire, and as much as Ginny and Hermione longed to see, they were afraid, and together they ran for the floo.
Fleur stood and removed her clothes, standing before Pansy naked, her belly swollen, the mist thickening and wrapping around Pansy. Fleur stepped over to her, threaded her fingers into the black hair, and crushed her lips to Pansy’s.
“Now you shall love me, and be lost…”
Part 30 - http://lash-larue.livejournal.com/125621.html#cutid1
Title: “Lost”
Pairing:Ginny/Hermione - Ginny/Fleur/Hermione - Pansy/Fleur
Rating: Adult
Summary: Harry and Pansy work together, the Veela asserts herself
Warnings: Complicated relationships, sexual references
Word Count: 2085
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling
The Hunters Part 29
“Lost”
“Harry’s coming to dinner tonight,” Hermione told Fleur, Ginny, Xiomara, and Minerva at breakfast. “He says he’s found out who was behind the attack on Fleur.”
“Where is Pansy?” Fleur asked.
“Not sure, she said that she had some business to take care of,” Ginny answered her. “Gosh Fleur, you’re bigger than you were last night! Oh, sorry, maybe that was tactless.” Fleur smiled.
“No, it is merely true, she is growing rapidly. That is as it should be.”
“Have you and Bill thought of a name yet?” Hermione inquired.
“She will tell us her name during the Blessed Hour,” Fleur informed them all, “for the first hour after her birth she will be able to communicate with us, and she will be far more than a normal newborn. After that, she will be a baby much like any other. The first hour is crucial for the flock to bond with her, and that is why we must go there for the birth.”
“Will Bill be there?” Ginny asked.
“Alas, no, he cannot attend. He will most likely wait with your parents until we return home; it will only be a day or so. He would not like me very much during the delivery, I assure you,” Fleur told them with a grin.
***
“Why have you brought me here, Mr. Potter?” Richardson asked nervously. He had never before been on the level of the highest security vaults held by the old pureblood families.
“I want you to meet a friend of mine,” Harry told him, “her name is Midnight.” Harry pointed into the shadows behind the would-be kidnapper, and a pair of yellow orbs slowly revealed themselves to be the eyes of an enormous cat. A cat moreover, who walked right up to Richardson, and let out a shrieking roar that did indeed turn his insides to water.
“I’m bringing charges against you for attempted kidnapping and assault. You do of course have the right to a trial. I suggest that it is in your best interests to wave that right, plead guilty, and accept a sentence of life in Azkaban.”
Midnight yawned.
“I never meant any harm,” Richardson protested, “I was only trying to get a bit back from Weasley for turning me down for curse breaker training, that’s all!” He looked nervously at Midnight, who made a sort of derisive snorting sound.
“You set a monster like Mawdsley on a pregnant woman and a little girl,” Harry said coldly, “I can prove it, and you know it. If you insist on a trial I’ll press for the Kiss. And you’ll get it. Or perhaps I’ll just walk away and leave you with my friend here.”
Midnight smiled, there was no other description for it.
“A man should own up to his mistakes, Mr. Potter,” Richardson said hastily, “I guess I just lost my head when I saw the communications about the treasure they were finding. I knew Weasley would get a share, and, well…”
“Did you tell anyone else about the find?”
“No! No one! I’d get the sack if anyone knew I’d read those things, they were eyes only to Mr. Smithers himself!”
“I’ll escort you out, feel free to try and run. Midnight could use the exercise…”
***
“Fleur,” Ginny panted, “if you’re going to keep this up we need to let either your Mum or mine take Victoire. I’m not complaining, mind you, but…”
“Oh my God…” Hermione gasped as she shuddered beneath Fleur’s tongue. “Ohgodohgodoh…”
“Oui,” Fleur agreed as she got to her feet, “I shall call Mere, she will be expecting this.”
“Was it like this with Vicky?” Ginny asked.
“Not nearly so intense, no. The struggles with Pansy have made the Veela very strong indeed, it is all that I can do not to use the thrall on you,” Fleur confessed.
“Would that be so bad?” Ginny asked. Hermione was still out of it.
“I cannot risk it, I have no idea what would happen. Mere was frightened by the power of the thrall at the club; you might simply become lost in it. I may have to go into confinement for everyone’s safety.”
“Won’t that endanger the baby?”
“I do not know. I must ask Gwen. Please pack Victoire’s things when you are able to, I shall be back before dinner. I need to hear what Harry has to say,” Fleur asked as she turned towards the door.
“Fleur, clothes,” Ginny reminded her, “Minnie and Xio are still here.”
“Do you think that they would not enjoy me?” Fleur asked mischievously.
“Fine. Go ahead. ‘Mione and I could use the help.”
“I am sorry, Ginny, of course you are right. The two of you simply drive me wild with desire; it is hard to know where to stop.”
“Minerva and Xiomara might be a good place to start stopping,” Hermione mumbled.
“D’accord,” Fleur agreed, “rest, my lovers, I shall return soon.” Fleur put on a robe and went to her room to dress.
“Gin?”
“Yeah babe?”
“She is going to kill us, isn’t she?”
“Nah. Well, probably not, anyhow. And don’t even try and pretend that you don’t love this. I don’t know how you’re going to be able to settle for me when this is done,” Ginny said in wonder.
“It won’t be the same once the baby is born. I read the whole book. We’ll all go back to our normal emotional state after the birth. But we’ll have some remarkable memories, and Fleur will always be a part of our lives.”
“What about Pansy?” Ginny asked.
“I don’t really know. There has never been a relationship like this one between the mother of a queen and an Other,” Hermione confessed.
“I’m worried about her,” Ginny admitted.
“We’ll help her,” Hermione promised.
“Suppose after all this you love Fleur more than me? Or I love Pansy? What will become of us?”
“I could never stop loving you, and I know that you could never stop loving me. If we have to make an adjustment, we will. I’m glad that you and Pansy shared something special, Fleur and I have too. We’ll just have to trust that things will work out for all of us.”
“I guess, but I’m still worried about her.”
“Me too,” agreed Hermione. “Could you handle an ongoing relationship between us and Pansy?”
“How would I know? How did you feel when I stayed with her?” Ginny asked.
“Frankly, I was too busy with Fleur to notice at the time, but since then I’ve just been kind of happy for you both. And I have to admit that if I had the chance to…”
“Yeah, Pansy is something. ‘Mione, this is all just so strange I mean, here we are making love with my brother’s wife, with her enthusiastic participation, and Bill asked us to do it. Pansy turned me inside out and you aren’t mad about it, and if you were to have sex with her, I swear I’d think it was great. I think I’m in love with Pansy, I know you’re in love with Fleur; Merlin only knows how Pansy and Fleur really feel about each other or us… what the fuck is going on around here?”
“I really don’t know,” Hermione admitted.
“One thing’s sure; you won’t find the answer to this in a book. Not even in the restricted section.”
***
“You did well to come, Fleur,” Gwen told her. “Yes, you must unleash the thrall. It is building within you, and it puts the child at risk. The primal part of the Veela is asserting herself, the predator. You must hunt.”
“I cannot risk the women that have carried us this far,” Fleur replied, her hands on her growing middle. “There must be another way…”
***
“So he’s in Azkaban already?” Minerva asked Harry at dinner.
“He seemed really eager to confess,” Harry answered her. He spared a small smile for Pansy, who lifted her glass to him. “He was just a little man with a grudge, but his position in communications at Gringotts allowed him access to information. He went prowling around Knockturn Alley asking questions until he found Mawdsley. He’s better off in Azkaban, he spent every knut he had hiring that piece of kibble.”
“So Fleur and Victoire are safe now?” Hermione asked.
“Safe as anyone, I reckon. But I’ll keep an eye out, and keep some discreet security in place. And I’ll leave the wards on the beach,” Harry told them.
“Victoire is with my parents until the baby is born,” Fleur told him, “Papa assures me that she will be well-protected.”
“I’ll fill in the proper authorities in France,” Harry promised, “but your parent’s place is quite secure. Victoire will be safe there.”
“Then I suppose we should thank you for this excellent meal and your hospitality and get ourselves home,” Xiomara announced.
“You are welcome to stay, if you like,” Fleur told them.
“Thank you Fleur,” Minerva replied, “but in truth the rather ah - charged atmosphere of late is a bit unsettling to us older folk.”
“Nonsense, Minnie, you’re just fussed about having to use silencing charms. I told you none of these girls would mind a bit of noise.” Minerva blushed fiercely, and Hermione and Ginny had serious coughing fits.
“I quite understand,” Fleur assured them, “and I am most grateful for all of your help. I look forward to Victoire learning from you both.”
“Think we’ll still be teaching then, Min?” Hooch asked with a gleam in her eye.
“I for one fully intend to, as the colonists put it, ‘die in the saddle’, “ Minerva declared.
“It’s a deal, Min, let’s get home and start on that.” Minerva raised an eyebrow, but she did not blush, and Hooch felt a little flutter, low in her belly.
“Let us know when she’s born, would you?” Hooch said over her shoulder as she dragged Minerva towards the fireplace.
“I should be going as well,” Harry said as he stood. “Dinner was marvelous, thank you very much.”
“How can I ever repay you for this, Harry?” Fleur asked him.
“Have a healthy baby and take good care of my friends. Live, love, and invite me for birthdays and holidays. The food here is great,” Harry replied.
“It was from Pansy’s club,” Ginny told him.
“Really? So where are we putting our new club, Pansy?”
“There are a few options; I’ll send some information ‘round to you, Harry. Just find time to win the bloody cup, will you?”
“I’ll do my best. Ladies, good evening to you,” Harry bowed and left by the door. He still didn’t care for travel by floo.
“I must leave you now,” Fleur said gravely. “The thrall is building in strength, and I must release it lest it harm the child. I will go to Grandmother’s, members of the flock have volunteered. They will take the risk to preserve the flock.”
“Are you sure?” Hermione asked, “We’d be willing to -“
“I cannot allow it; you and Ginny have done so much already. The thrall would put your future at risk, it is of unprecedented strength. This is good for the new queen, for it means that she will be strong, but I will not imperil you so. I must go.”
“No, you will not,” Pansy said calmly.
“It is my decision, Pansy,” Fleur informed her.
“No. It is mine. You owe me, and I will not trust our child to the strength of another. The thrall is mine, and I claim it. You need to unleash the predator? Fine. That I understand, but I claim this place.”
Fleur’s eyes were glowing, and her nostrils were flaring as she regarded Pansy.
“You may be hurt in this, Pansy. You must be sure, and you must choose swiftly, for the Veela wants you. I want you…”
“I chose long ago. Let her loose.”
“You should leave,” Fleur told Ginny and Hermione, “send an owl in the morning. But go now.”
The golden mist was flooding from Fleur, and her eyes were blue fire, and as much as Ginny and Hermione longed to see, they were afraid, and together they ran for the floo.
Fleur stood and removed her clothes, standing before Pansy naked, her belly swollen, the mist thickening and wrapping around Pansy. Fleur stepped over to her, threaded her fingers into the black hair, and crushed her lips to Pansy’s.
“Now you shall love me, and be lost…”
Part 30 - http://lash-larue.livejournal.com/125621.html#cutid1