Fic: "The Hunters" Part 5 Ginny/Hermione R
Author: Lash_Larue
Title: "Fleur"
Pairing: Ginny/Hermione
Rating: R
Summary: Fleur explains things
Warnings:Not really
Word Count:2070
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling
Part 5 of "The Hunters"
Part Five of “The Hunters”
“Fleur”
Fleur leaned forward and kissed Pansy lightly on the cheek, then turned and gave Christopher a signal. A saxophone-heavy blues number started up, and Fleur called the Veela to heel.
It began in the far corners of the room, and the more observant patrons really did think that they saw a sort of shimmering golden fog pulling in on itself and returning to Fleur as she stood and gently re-ordered Pansy’s blouse. Couples including Ginny and Hermione drifted back onto the floor and danced easily to the soothing music. Fleur helped Pansy back to the table and sat silently with her as her breathing returned to normal.
“What was that?” Pansy asked at length.
“Me,” Fleur shrugged, “the Veela in me.”
“Oh.”
Pansy waved a server over and spoke quietly to her, and then she turned her face to Fleur and captured her eyes.
“I can’t have you, can I?” she asked.
“Not truly, non,” Fleur answered her, “as I said, I am married, and I love my husband and my family. A family that will be larger soon,” she laid a hand on her stomach and smiled.
“So why - what -“ Pansy reached for words.
“Sometimes I have to let that part of me free,” Fleur explained, “this seemed a good place to do it. Please do not worry; everyone’s memories of this night will be cloudy.”
“Not mine,” Pansy said flatly.
“Non, not yours, you were the one the thrall was concentrated on.”
“Why me?” Pansy asked.
“Because of your actions during zee battle at Hogwarts,” Fleur answered her truthfully, “I had in mind punishing you for that. At first.”
“I see, well I can’t say I didn’t have it coming to me, and what do you mean, ‘at first’? What more could you have done to me?”
“I could have left you unfulfilled, left you with a desire that you could never satisfy,” Fleur explained. “The thrall is the weapon of a Veela, it is our defense against those who would seek to force us against our will, and it can be our means of exacting vengeance. Veela are in some sense predators, you see.”
“But I don’t feel ‘unfulfilled’ exactly, although I suppose I’ll want you for the rest of my life, so mission accomplished there,” Pansy told her. “Hell, the only time I’ve had orgasms that compared with those was when Hermione ate Gin-“ she stopped abruptly, and looked quite embarrassed.
“Ginny told me about that, although not in detail,” Fleur said, her eyes sparkling.
The server arrived with some more food and another bottle of wine; Pansy thanked her and began opening the bottle.
“Not in the same league as the other, but festive all the same,” she said as she opened the champagne. “So why did you decide to give me a break? I did what you said I did, other things too, and I was never a friend to Granger and Weasley.”
“Perhaps not at Hogwarts, but they said that you had changed, and I can see that you have. I can feel your regard for them, and this place is not that of an evil person, I can feel that as well, one cannot hide feelings from a Veela,” Fleur answered her.
“So you’ll come back?”
“Oui, if you allow it, but I must tell you that the thrall will only get stronger until the baby comes,” Fleur explained.
“You can confine the greatest effect of it to one person?”
“Yes, for everyone else it will not be much different than tonight. In fact it is possible to adjust to the peripheral effect to some degree, and in any case only the focus of the thrall can be compelled to act against their will. Your music man is immune to it.”
“His loss, damn, I guess he really is queer. Of course, that just means he’s at home here. I have to say that as far as punishments go, I’ve had worse,” Pansy looked Fleur in the eye again. “Would you really have fucked me if I’d asked you to back during the Tournament?”
“Non, back then you were not so attractive, there was not the love of women in your heart as there is now.” Pansy nodded, and took a sip of champagne.
“You say the Veela gets stronger until you deliver?”
“Oui.”
“Then feel free to let her loose on me. If that’s all of you I can have, I’ll take it, and if it makes me look like a stupid slut in front of the customers I’ll take that too,” Pansy said in resignation.
“Non, they will only remember that we danced, anything beyond that will remain between us. Even now the memory of your beautiful breasts has faded from their minds,” Fleur assured her. Pansy brightened visibly.
“Beautiful?”
“Magnifique,” Fleur assured her. “Now then, since we are to be friends- tell me of ‘Ermione and Ginny…”
“Oh, champagne!” Hermione exclaimed when she and Ginny returned and joined Fleur and Pansy.
“Yes, this is a night to remember,” Pansy told her. “Come to it Granger, you just keep bringing me memorable nights…” Hermione looked at the smile on Fleur’s face and then covered her own with her hands.
“You told her about it, didn’t you?” Hermione muttered.
“It is all between friends, n’est ce pas?” Fleur asked her. “And ‘Ermione, if you and Ginny stay until the baby is born you may see things from me that shock you even more. As for what you did here, I am sorry to have missed it.”
“Don’t give up hope,” said a grinning Ginny.
“Ginny!” scolded Hermione, and her blush deepened. “Hell with it,” Hermione decided and she downed her champagne. “I guess we’ve all seen each others bits in action here except for Fleur’s, and I won’t ask to,” she said as she stared at the Veela, “but don’t expect me to look away if I get the chance.”
“That’s my girl!” Ginny said proudly.
“I have got to say,” Pansy said slowly, “that I am damn glad you two decided to show up here. Business is booming and I’m having orgasms like earthquakes.”
“Me too,” Millicent agreed as she arrived at the table, having left a very happy witch sleeping on the couch. Any or all of you, anytime at all, whatever you want is on me and Pansy, and this is your table. Right Pans?”
“Indeed, just try and let us know when you’re going to be here, so we can call in extra help,” Pansy was looking at the bar, where patrons were lined up three deep. “I guess Lions and Snakes can get along after all. Say Fleur, did you have house names at Beauxbatons?”
“Oui, they are named for flowers, I was in Orchidee,” Fleur answered.
“Ohh…” Hermione breathed.
“ ‘Mione?” Ginny questioned.
“Nothing,” Hermione insisted, but the small smile on Fleur’s lips made her aware that Fleur knew what she was thinking. The tiny nod that Fleur gave her didn’t help a thing, either.
“Come on Granger,” Millie said, “this number is slow enough for the two of us to dance to.”
“Delighted,” Hermione said as she stood and took the offered hand.
“Pans, I never would have believed this, would you?” she asked as she watched Millicent and Hermione dance.
“Never. Thank the Gods we lived to see it though, so many didn’t,” Pansy replied, a faraway look on her face.
“To departed friends, even those who were enemies,” Ginny said as she raised her glass, and Fleur and Pansy echoed the toast.
“Ginny my friend,” said Fleur conspiratorially, “tell me, was ‘Ermione as magnificent as Pansy tells me?” Ginny grinned.
“I swear I felt her tongue in my throat, and her head was in my lap,” Ginny said earnestly. Pansy sprayed a bit of champagne, and Fleur’s eyes glazed over.
“Ginny, chere…” began Fleur.
“It’s up to her, Fleur, but I think she will. Bill gave me the outlines of what it’s going to be like for you, and we want to be a part of it. You can trust us, and so can Bill.”
“You can trust me too,” Pansy promised, “and I realize that I have to prove that, but if something is going to happen involving the three of you, whatever it may be, I would be honored to be any part of it.”
“Thank you,” Fleur said, “we shall see then, Veela parturition is extended compared to humans. We have some time before I get huge and ugly.”
“Ugly you will never be,” Pansy told her, “and I volunteer to rub potions on your swollen tummy anytime of the day or night.”
“You’re all heart, Pansy,” Ginny told her.
“Yeah, my heart’s all up in this too,” Pansy replied, “come on Weasley, it’s time you and I groped each other a little. Will you be okay alone, Fleur?”
“I do not think that will be a problem, no. Enjoy your dance,” Fleur said with a smile.
“She’s like a princess or something, Fleur. Isn’t she?” Millicent asked Hermione as they danced together.
“I think she may actually be one,” Hermione confided, “her Grandmother is a Queen, at any rate.”
“Huh,” said Millicent, “you know Granger; you really do have beautiful eyes.”
“Why thank you Millie,” Hermione said, touching Millicent’s cheek with her fingers. “Your skin is so soft…” Millicent blushed.
“Thanks Hermione, it’s my best feature, so I take care of it.”
“How did we get here Millie? You, me, Ginny, Pansy? After all that has gone before, how did we wind up here, together, friends? Even admiring one another as women, as - as sensual beings?” Hermione asked her.
“Just lucky I guess,” Millicent said with a shrug, “you still think too much, Granger,” Millicent teased her.
“I suppose I do,” admitted Hermione, Millicent startled when Hermione’s hand brushed across her bottom. “Sorry, wasn’t thinking.”
“Hermione Granger, you’re teasing me!”
“Uh-huh, do you mind?”
“Nah, but I’m going to be a lady here. I don’t fancy bats flying out of my nose again.”
“I was always hot for you, Weasley,” Pansy confided as they danced.
“Damn. Like Fleur said, too bad you didn’t ask back at Hogwarts,” Ginny told her.
“You mean you would have…”
“In a heartbeat. I got horny as hell waiting for Hermione to come around, and although you were a bitch back then, you had a great rack,” Ginny told her.
“Shit. That’s what I get for being a stuck-up bitch, I guess,” Pansy admitted, “can I grab your ass a little?”
“Sure,” said Ginny as she slipped her thigh between Pansy’s legs, “what are friends for?”
“Can I have your autograph?”
“Pardonez-moi?” Fleur asked in confusion.
“Your autograph, I mean, you have to be a famous dancer. I never saw anything like it!” said the eager young woman standing beside Fleur.
“Non, I am just a wife and mother,” Fleur assured her.
“Oh. Well, can I have your autograph anyway?” she asked, offering a pen and extending her arm.
“Very well, what shall I say?” Fleur asked, bemused.
“To Leslie, I want to eat you…” sighed the girl.
“How about, “best regards”? “ Fleur asked.
“Anything, just touch me!”
“Time to go, I think,” Fleur said to herself as she scribbled nonsense on the proffered arm.
“Brought her back safe and sound,” Millicent said as she helped Hermione to her seat, “so tell Weasley no bat-bogies, huh?”
“D’accord, Millicent,” Fleur agreed, “and next time you must tell me what you use on your skin, it is so lovely.”
“Yeah, sure, uh, see you,” said Millie as she hurried back to the office.
“ ‘Ermione, you teased that poor girl,” chastised Fleur.
“A little, yes,” admitted Hermione, “but not so much as you teased Ginny and me.”
“ ‘Ermione, my friend, perhaps you do not understand. I do not tease you and Ginny. I want you, and soon I shall need you. Tonight I can give my passion to my husband, but soon; soon the Veela will rule, and she must have a woman. It is who I am, and it is necessary for the bebe. This child is special, she will be a Queen, will you help her? Will you help me?”
“Do you mean…” asked Hermione hesitantly.
“Oui, when the time comes, will you make love with me? You and your Ginny, will you love me?”
Part 6 - http://lash-larue.livejournal.com/117194.html#cutid1
Title: "Fleur"
Pairing: Ginny/Hermione
Rating: R
Summary: Fleur explains things
Warnings:Not really
Word Count:2070
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling
Part 5 of "The Hunters"
Part Five of “The Hunters”
“Fleur”
Fleur leaned forward and kissed Pansy lightly on the cheek, then turned and gave Christopher a signal. A saxophone-heavy blues number started up, and Fleur called the Veela to heel.
It began in the far corners of the room, and the more observant patrons really did think that they saw a sort of shimmering golden fog pulling in on itself and returning to Fleur as she stood and gently re-ordered Pansy’s blouse. Couples including Ginny and Hermione drifted back onto the floor and danced easily to the soothing music. Fleur helped Pansy back to the table and sat silently with her as her breathing returned to normal.
“What was that?” Pansy asked at length.
“Me,” Fleur shrugged, “the Veela in me.”
“Oh.”
Pansy waved a server over and spoke quietly to her, and then she turned her face to Fleur and captured her eyes.
“I can’t have you, can I?” she asked.
“Not truly, non,” Fleur answered her, “as I said, I am married, and I love my husband and my family. A family that will be larger soon,” she laid a hand on her stomach and smiled.
“So why - what -“ Pansy reached for words.
“Sometimes I have to let that part of me free,” Fleur explained, “this seemed a good place to do it. Please do not worry; everyone’s memories of this night will be cloudy.”
“Not mine,” Pansy said flatly.
“Non, not yours, you were the one the thrall was concentrated on.”
“Why me?” Pansy asked.
“Because of your actions during zee battle at Hogwarts,” Fleur answered her truthfully, “I had in mind punishing you for that. At first.”
“I see, well I can’t say I didn’t have it coming to me, and what do you mean, ‘at first’? What more could you have done to me?”
“I could have left you unfulfilled, left you with a desire that you could never satisfy,” Fleur explained. “The thrall is the weapon of a Veela, it is our defense against those who would seek to force us against our will, and it can be our means of exacting vengeance. Veela are in some sense predators, you see.”
“But I don’t feel ‘unfulfilled’ exactly, although I suppose I’ll want you for the rest of my life, so mission accomplished there,” Pansy told her. “Hell, the only time I’ve had orgasms that compared with those was when Hermione ate Gin-“ she stopped abruptly, and looked quite embarrassed.
“Ginny told me about that, although not in detail,” Fleur said, her eyes sparkling.
The server arrived with some more food and another bottle of wine; Pansy thanked her and began opening the bottle.
“Not in the same league as the other, but festive all the same,” she said as she opened the champagne. “So why did you decide to give me a break? I did what you said I did, other things too, and I was never a friend to Granger and Weasley.”
“Perhaps not at Hogwarts, but they said that you had changed, and I can see that you have. I can feel your regard for them, and this place is not that of an evil person, I can feel that as well, one cannot hide feelings from a Veela,” Fleur answered her.
“So you’ll come back?”
“Oui, if you allow it, but I must tell you that the thrall will only get stronger until the baby comes,” Fleur explained.
“You can confine the greatest effect of it to one person?”
“Yes, for everyone else it will not be much different than tonight. In fact it is possible to adjust to the peripheral effect to some degree, and in any case only the focus of the thrall can be compelled to act against their will. Your music man is immune to it.”
“His loss, damn, I guess he really is queer. Of course, that just means he’s at home here. I have to say that as far as punishments go, I’ve had worse,” Pansy looked Fleur in the eye again. “Would you really have fucked me if I’d asked you to back during the Tournament?”
“Non, back then you were not so attractive, there was not the love of women in your heart as there is now.” Pansy nodded, and took a sip of champagne.
“You say the Veela gets stronger until you deliver?”
“Oui.”
“Then feel free to let her loose on me. If that’s all of you I can have, I’ll take it, and if it makes me look like a stupid slut in front of the customers I’ll take that too,” Pansy said in resignation.
“Non, they will only remember that we danced, anything beyond that will remain between us. Even now the memory of your beautiful breasts has faded from their minds,” Fleur assured her. Pansy brightened visibly.
“Beautiful?”
“Magnifique,” Fleur assured her. “Now then, since we are to be friends- tell me of ‘Ermione and Ginny…”
“Oh, champagne!” Hermione exclaimed when she and Ginny returned and joined Fleur and Pansy.
“Yes, this is a night to remember,” Pansy told her. “Come to it Granger, you just keep bringing me memorable nights…” Hermione looked at the smile on Fleur’s face and then covered her own with her hands.
“You told her about it, didn’t you?” Hermione muttered.
“It is all between friends, n’est ce pas?” Fleur asked her. “And ‘Ermione, if you and Ginny stay until the baby is born you may see things from me that shock you even more. As for what you did here, I am sorry to have missed it.”
“Don’t give up hope,” said a grinning Ginny.
“Ginny!” scolded Hermione, and her blush deepened. “Hell with it,” Hermione decided and she downed her champagne. “I guess we’ve all seen each others bits in action here except for Fleur’s, and I won’t ask to,” she said as she stared at the Veela, “but don’t expect me to look away if I get the chance.”
“That’s my girl!” Ginny said proudly.
“I have got to say,” Pansy said slowly, “that I am damn glad you two decided to show up here. Business is booming and I’m having orgasms like earthquakes.”
“Me too,” Millicent agreed as she arrived at the table, having left a very happy witch sleeping on the couch. Any or all of you, anytime at all, whatever you want is on me and Pansy, and this is your table. Right Pans?”
“Indeed, just try and let us know when you’re going to be here, so we can call in extra help,” Pansy was looking at the bar, where patrons were lined up three deep. “I guess Lions and Snakes can get along after all. Say Fleur, did you have house names at Beauxbatons?”
“Oui, they are named for flowers, I was in Orchidee,” Fleur answered.
“Ohh…” Hermione breathed.
“ ‘Mione?” Ginny questioned.
“Nothing,” Hermione insisted, but the small smile on Fleur’s lips made her aware that Fleur knew what she was thinking. The tiny nod that Fleur gave her didn’t help a thing, either.
“Come on Granger,” Millie said, “this number is slow enough for the two of us to dance to.”
“Delighted,” Hermione said as she stood and took the offered hand.
“Pans, I never would have believed this, would you?” she asked as she watched Millicent and Hermione dance.
“Never. Thank the Gods we lived to see it though, so many didn’t,” Pansy replied, a faraway look on her face.
“To departed friends, even those who were enemies,” Ginny said as she raised her glass, and Fleur and Pansy echoed the toast.
“Ginny my friend,” said Fleur conspiratorially, “tell me, was ‘Ermione as magnificent as Pansy tells me?” Ginny grinned.
“I swear I felt her tongue in my throat, and her head was in my lap,” Ginny said earnestly. Pansy sprayed a bit of champagne, and Fleur’s eyes glazed over.
“Ginny, chere…” began Fleur.
“It’s up to her, Fleur, but I think she will. Bill gave me the outlines of what it’s going to be like for you, and we want to be a part of it. You can trust us, and so can Bill.”
“You can trust me too,” Pansy promised, “and I realize that I have to prove that, but if something is going to happen involving the three of you, whatever it may be, I would be honored to be any part of it.”
“Thank you,” Fleur said, “we shall see then, Veela parturition is extended compared to humans. We have some time before I get huge and ugly.”
“Ugly you will never be,” Pansy told her, “and I volunteer to rub potions on your swollen tummy anytime of the day or night.”
“You’re all heart, Pansy,” Ginny told her.
“Yeah, my heart’s all up in this too,” Pansy replied, “come on Weasley, it’s time you and I groped each other a little. Will you be okay alone, Fleur?”
“I do not think that will be a problem, no. Enjoy your dance,” Fleur said with a smile.
“She’s like a princess or something, Fleur. Isn’t she?” Millicent asked Hermione as they danced together.
“I think she may actually be one,” Hermione confided, “her Grandmother is a Queen, at any rate.”
“Huh,” said Millicent, “you know Granger; you really do have beautiful eyes.”
“Why thank you Millie,” Hermione said, touching Millicent’s cheek with her fingers. “Your skin is so soft…” Millicent blushed.
“Thanks Hermione, it’s my best feature, so I take care of it.”
“How did we get here Millie? You, me, Ginny, Pansy? After all that has gone before, how did we wind up here, together, friends? Even admiring one another as women, as - as sensual beings?” Hermione asked her.
“Just lucky I guess,” Millicent said with a shrug, “you still think too much, Granger,” Millicent teased her.
“I suppose I do,” admitted Hermione, Millicent startled when Hermione’s hand brushed across her bottom. “Sorry, wasn’t thinking.”
“Hermione Granger, you’re teasing me!”
“Uh-huh, do you mind?”
“Nah, but I’m going to be a lady here. I don’t fancy bats flying out of my nose again.”
“I was always hot for you, Weasley,” Pansy confided as they danced.
“Damn. Like Fleur said, too bad you didn’t ask back at Hogwarts,” Ginny told her.
“You mean you would have…”
“In a heartbeat. I got horny as hell waiting for Hermione to come around, and although you were a bitch back then, you had a great rack,” Ginny told her.
“Shit. That’s what I get for being a stuck-up bitch, I guess,” Pansy admitted, “can I grab your ass a little?”
“Sure,” said Ginny as she slipped her thigh between Pansy’s legs, “what are friends for?”
“Can I have your autograph?”
“Pardonez-moi?” Fleur asked in confusion.
“Your autograph, I mean, you have to be a famous dancer. I never saw anything like it!” said the eager young woman standing beside Fleur.
“Non, I am just a wife and mother,” Fleur assured her.
“Oh. Well, can I have your autograph anyway?” she asked, offering a pen and extending her arm.
“Very well, what shall I say?” Fleur asked, bemused.
“To Leslie, I want to eat you…” sighed the girl.
“How about, “best regards”? “ Fleur asked.
“Anything, just touch me!”
“Time to go, I think,” Fleur said to herself as she scribbled nonsense on the proffered arm.
“Brought her back safe and sound,” Millicent said as she helped Hermione to her seat, “so tell Weasley no bat-bogies, huh?”
“D’accord, Millicent,” Fleur agreed, “and next time you must tell me what you use on your skin, it is so lovely.”
“Yeah, sure, uh, see you,” said Millie as she hurried back to the office.
“ ‘Ermione, you teased that poor girl,” chastised Fleur.
“A little, yes,” admitted Hermione, “but not so much as you teased Ginny and me.”
“ ‘Ermione, my friend, perhaps you do not understand. I do not tease you and Ginny. I want you, and soon I shall need you. Tonight I can give my passion to my husband, but soon; soon the Veela will rule, and she must have a woman. It is who I am, and it is necessary for the bebe. This child is special, she will be a Queen, will you help her? Will you help me?”
“Do you mean…” asked Hermione hesitantly.
“Oui, when the time comes, will you make love with me? You and your Ginny, will you love me?”
Part 6 - http://lash-larue.livejournal.com/117194.html#cutid1