October 2018
"Hey, how are you, mama-to-be?" Hermione smiled fondly at Kyra who pouted from the sofa.
She was now 29 weeks along and ready for the twins to come out. The healers were cautious about any predictions and hoped she would get at least to 32 weeks but with how high risk the pregnancy was, she was not allowed to move off the sofa or bed.
"I'm being driven fucking mad. I want these brats out and to be back in the lab," she grumbled, though her hand was rubbing the stretched skin on her large belly tenderly. She winced and grimaced a moment later. "Mummy was only joking, pumpkin. No need to kick me in the bladder. Again."
Hermione snickered and reached into her handbag, pulling out a stunning cinnamon bun covered in gooey icing. Kyra's eyes instantly brightened and she made grabby hands at it before Hermione could even get her a plate. "Gimme!"
"Promise not to get any icing on my notes?"
Kyra crossed her heart and motioned for her to go on, licking a finger with a groan of happiness at the sweet treat. Neville was forever fussing over her and her one weekly treat smuggled in by Hermione was a bloody godsend.
"Right, so, in short, the test we were running last month? All successful and the results are in officially for us to incorporate into our application. We'll be submitting them for patent in the next two weeks," Hermione grinned and brought out a thick folder which had all the data.
"I knew it! I swear this will completely revolutionise the field. Neville has been looking so nervous these past few days and now I know why," she quickly cleaned one of her hands as she flicked through the pages to the main results page, comparing the immediate versus longitudinal use for sixty days and ninety days. "Merlin, this is fantastic!"
Hermione smiled. "It's a start. We've tested across the spectrum on scars that were new, months old, and then five, ten and fifteen years old. So far the best results are for anything under a year but even then, we can still help those with fresh wounds and work on extending the effectiveness or boosting its healing power. We've decided to go with the original 'Rosecot' name for the fruit on the patent," she confirmed.
"This is huge," Kyra smiled, blinking away the moisture in her eyes. The amount of victims of domestic abuse they could help alone was incredible. And they could market this in the muggle world as well, which meant they would reach so many women and young girls with little and large scars alike. "Any good for stretch marks?" she asked to diffuse the emotion, rubbing her tightly stretched skin.
"We're working on it," Hermione promised, seeing the insecurity creep into her friend's face.
It has been a tough time for Kyra, and their friendship has only deepened over the past months. Especially as Hemrione recovered from her abduction and the disappointment of the rosecot serum not working on her scarring. But she was determined, perhaps one day it will be at least a bit neater if nothing else. And Bill Weasley had also been in touch, interested in becoming a subject for her if she would allow, as his scarring was over twenty years old.
"Don't you worry my love, I have some fresh aloe for you," Neville stepped in, kicking off his muddied boots by the doors before coming round to give them each a quick peck on his way to the shower.
"I know what you've been up to!" Kyra waggled the rest of her cinnamon bun at him before realising she was giving away her sweet treat secret.
"So do I," he winked at her and rounded the corner to the bathroom. "You have icing on your cheek!"
"Bugger, I'll have even less processed sugar now," Kyra harrumphed.
"You're lucky you're not at high risk for gestational diabetes or I wouldn't be bringing these for you," Hermione pointed out.
"You hear that, babies? No one loves me," she rubbed her belly and grimaced when a well-placed kick made her get up slowly to waddle to the loo. "Sorry, have to go..again.."
Hermione chuckled and checked her phone in the meantime, smiling at the message from Pansy.
Still on for dinner tonight? x
She quickly typed out a response. Can't wait to see you. Wear your dancing shoes x
It was nearly Samhain and she was looking forward to a little night out before they celebrated at the Parkinson family circle and offered their gratitude and magic to Hecate. As tough as it had been to process the abduction for weeks after she was rescued by Pansy and Draco, it was the knowledge that she was under the protection and blessing of Hecate that helped her find inner peace. It was after all her magic that guided Pansy to her, and for that they were discussing making the altar to the Goddess in their new home a bit bigger than what Pansy currently practiced with.
The thought of their new home made her smile only widen with delight. They went back and forth for a while but they were mated, and Byron so loved a good amount of space, so they decided to rent out their current homes and buy a home together. They ended up buying in Wales again, near Brecon Beacons, a beautiful Manor house with acres of land including fields and forest for them to have their walks, Byron to run around, and perhaps under the guide of night even for Hermione to fly over. The sale was through but the house and it's spacious kitchen especially needed some work, so Pansy was in full refurbishment mode working with a designer to pull it off before they moved in.
Byron whined a little as he sat up and looked at her curiously, as if asking whether they were staying long. She chuckled and rubbed his pointy ears. "Don't worry, we'll go for a walk soon. And since we're in Scotland, I'll take you to see Poppy, but only if you promise not to chase her geese this time," she warned.
He whined and looked at her guiltily, letting out a little yip.
"I'll take that as a yes," she kissed the top of his head and ruffled his chest fluff as Kyra joined them again.
"Honestly, if I have to get up to pee one more time today..." she grumbled and picked up the reports again. "This serum should be stored in glass, dark glass I think. Do you think marketing will manage? It will be a bit different from the previous lines of products."
"We can make it a full theme, green glass will do as well as brown so I can give them the options and see what they come up with. As long as the stability is preserved, that's the most important thing. But don't worry, we'll see how we do with the serum, take a break for you and Nev to enjoy parental leave and for Pansy and I to settle into our new home and we can resume this research and development of more products in the new year," she promised.
"I'll take you up on that," Kyra smiled tiredly before handing it over. "I'll come back when I can and in whatever capacity I can, though Nev offered to stay on paternity for me."
"Take it easy hun, as long as you're alright, all three of you, that's all that matters." She packed up her bag and stood, only leaning down to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Give us a call when my god children appear," she winked and headed out to take the handsome boy out for a proper walk before getting ready for date night.
Friday nights were always busy at their favourite ladies bar in Soho, the drag cabaret show had been absolutely sold out and they had a fabulous time, perched on the leather seats by the front, this time without further company, just the two of them on a night out.
Once the show was over, Pansy looked at her over her shoulder and took her hand, leading her to the dance floor through the throng of heated bodies and pulled her close until they swayed in time with the beat and the crowd. The sensual jumpsuit she chose to wear was making Hermione's touch linger on her hips as she held her just that inch closer, the harpy in her feeling needful of staking a claim. Judging by the grin and twinkle in her gaze, Pansy was very much aware of her desires. Her fingers tangled in Hermione's now much shorter hair, enjoying the wildness of the untameable curly bob, and she pulled her in for a sizzling kiss.
Hermione's lips parted to groan in delight, the sound swallowed by the thumping beat of the music as Pansy didn't hesitate to press past her lips with her tongue to deepen their kiss, knowing just how to get a rise out of her mate. They'd been so busy the past few weeks, and though their interactions remained close and intimate, this type of teasing heat and passion hasn't been satisfied recently, and she had a mind to change that tonight.
She gasped when Hermione's hand reached around her hip to squeeze one of her ass cheeks firmly, pulling her even closer against the brunette's thigh. The stimulation through the thin black fabric of her jumpsuit was too much and not enough at the same time. Her nails dug into Hermione's shoulder reflexively and as she pulled closer until their cheeks rested against each other, a lascivious moan touched Hermione's ear breathily.
One moment they were grinding against each other, the next they were walking out of the club, hands clasped tightly as they walked into one of the back streets and Hermione apparated them to Pansy's flat seamlessly, needing to feel her mate against her. Pansy's hand wound in her curls and she tugged, making Hermione groan at the delicious sting at her scalp as a heated tongue made a path down her neck. Pansy sucked on her collarbone, gently licking the small blossoming hurt away as Hermione hastily unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off as her wings burst forward to be as free to be with her as she could.
"Can I take you tonight?" Pansy murmured as she sucked on her bottom lip, humming in delight when Hermione pulled her closer to kiss her deeply, clutching onto her thin shoulders.
"Yes…yes…" she panted eagerly when Pansy's hand squeezed one of her breasts over the lace of her soft bra cup.
"Finish undressing for me.." Pansy guided her back towards the bedroom, watching her partner as she started working on her tight jeans.
Pansy flicked her wand and her Dior jumpsuit neatly slid off her body and into the hamper for washing. She shucked off her bra but kept the small back shorts on as she stepped inside the walk-in wardrobe and opened a secret drawer on the left hand side. It yielded her favourite leather harness, set up loosely for her hips as she stepped into it and tightened the straps to fit snugly above her hip bones and down the apex of her thighs. Deliberating over the options in the drawer, she selected a simple black seven inch dildo which she fitted into the ring, liking the curve on it that would have Hermione clenching around it hungrily. Digging into another drawer, she grabbed some of the water-based lube and headed back into the bedroom, pausing in the doorway.
Hermione sat on the bench by the bed footboard, her magnificent dark wings splayed and trembling as she impatiently played with her swollen bud while she waited for Pansy to join her. At the sight of the curved strap on, her eyes shuttered for a moment before opening again to reveal the bottomless darkened gaze of the woman and the harpy both.
"Ready for me, love?" Pansy stepped closer and leaned down, their lips but a breath apart. But instead of kissing the brunette, her hand caressed its way up a smooth thigh to the already soaked folds and clenching opening.
"You'll have to find out…" Hermione tugged her down by the neck into a heated kiss just as Pansy's finger gently caressed the slit and tapped her clit teasingly.
Hermione's back arched into the pleasure, shuddering at the sharp sting of too much stimulation before her mouth fell open in a silent gasp when the finger made its way down her slit and slid seamlessly inside her, caressing the swollen walls already squeezing her eagerly.
"I think you're ready," she hummed and helped her lover turn around and kneel on the bench, giving her plenty of space for the large wings and settling at a perfect height for Pansy who stood close behind her and caressed the length of her spine until she arched a little, bumping against the head of the strap on with her curved cheeks.
"Mate-" The harpy's powerful impatient voice brokered no hindrance but Pansy was already sliding inside smoothly, relishing the sight of the attachment disappearing inside her lover to the sound of her appreciative moan.
She made sure the slide was smooth before tossing the lube on the floor and gripped the curved hips before her firmly. There was that spot, just as Hermione's hips flared out, and her fingers pressed into the softened belly firmly to get a grip as she carefully pulled out, inch by inch, only to thrust back home with a sharp flick of her hips.
"Fuck- yes…there.." Hermione could only pant as the curved dildo pressed firmly against her tender spot.
"Look at you…so beautiful taking me like this…" Pansy hummed and dropped a tender kiss to the top of her spine, the loving gesture at odds with her command of the situation.
The large dark wings before her positively fluttered at the onslaught of pleasure, the feathers at the bottom splaying at the arch of Hermione's back. Pansy kept a firm pace of even, deep thrusts as she reached up and caressed one of the wings, just by the juncture to the shoulder blade.
The sound that left her lover's lips was unlike anything she'd ever heard. A cry, a song, a melody that was both out of this world and a deep human cry of incoherent delight. She gripped Hermione's hips firmly once again and picked up the pace of her thrusts, feeling the smooth slide and relishing in the slight resistance as she bottomed out and nudged ther brunette's cervix with the silicone head.
And as her hips continued their pace, she leaned down and licked the creased valley between the wings, feeling the soft feathers flutter against her face.
The pitch of Hermione's cries changed again and Pansy reached down to flick her pulsing bud one, twice, making her mate shatter around the thick appendage with a silent cry. She held her lover through the tremors, both violent and soft, gently pulling out to allow the gushing liquid to soak her thighs.
She'd experienced many things in her nearly forty years, but holding Hermione as she shattered so utterly in her arms, with the soft feathers against her face, was an out of body experience. It took long moments before the wings slowly retracted and Hermione squeezed her hand to let her know she was ready to move.
Cleaning charms and a bit of maneuvering saw them in bed and twined under the warm blankets, Hermione's riotous curls resting across Pansy's collarbone as she held her close in the aftermath of pleasure. When Hermione reached for her knickers, Pansy took her hand and kissed each knuckle fondly. "We have time..rest a little.." she encouraged and closed her eyes as the brunette settled against her comfortably.
The silence between them stretched, comfortable and fulfilled, until Hermione pulled back and spotted the soft smile stretching her lips. It was her favourite smile, as Pansy only reserved it for her.
"What's on your mind?" she asked, voice husky and still a little hoarse from her pleasure earlier.
"I'm thinking onyx," Pansy mused as her fingers caressed her spine.
"For what?"
"Your engagement ring," she smiled, claiming her lips before Hermione even had a chance to formulate a reply.
From the corner of the room, the Goddess smiled at the sight of her children and relished the love and magic between them. There would be challenges in their future, but for now, she blessed their union under the light of the blood moon and the warmth of her ancient magic. For even Gods would be noth without the mortals who worshipped them.
Fin.