Well it's been a Hella long time, but I'm back with at least this chapter for now. Sorry for such a long absence and for such a short chapter. More to come, I just need time to plan it out
😊 Happy New year everyone 😊
Once the house had been cleared and the wards resurrected Hermione decided to take tea. With Kingsley. Alone.
They had been sitting in silence for the last ten minutes. A giant game of chicken to see would cave first. As it was Hermione remained poised as she drank her tea and nibbled on finger sandwiches. Kingsley on the other hand hadn't even looked up from the cup resting in his hands let alone been confident enough to try and stare Hermione down. It was unusual for Hermione. She had never seen Kings so rattled, granted he had recently had a very unpleasant experience, but he was usually one to take the situation and use it to his advantage. She figured that he realised that without her intervention he likely would have been taken away by the international ministries. He owed her and it wasn't sitting well with him.
Still it was rude to make her wait. It would be something she'd remember. She was playing with the tie on her dress, wrap style in soft gold and dusky pink in an abstract pattern. Her new tattoos on display covering her legs and arms. It had only been a couple of hours, but they were growing on her. They seemed to adjust their intensity to reflect her mood. They were so bold and vivid when she was pulling her HBIC routine earlier but seem to be mellowed now that she was calm. A slight movement caught her eye and she looked up from her legs to see Kings staring at her with tired eyes.
"It's very hard for me to admit that you are entirely right. I hope you know that. But I am, because as usual Hermione you are 100% right. This whole law has caused nothing but difficulty for us as a community as well as the individuals," he drew a ragged breath, "I am sorry. I let my need to maintain both my position and the community take over to the point that I didn't fully consider the impact it would have on all of us. I made a mistake and I am sorry". He finished with his eyes downcast, but Hermione could hear the unshed tears he was trying to hide. She felt sorry for him, she did. But more overwhelming than that was the sense that he needed to feel these things to grow, he needed to have an intimate relationship with the pain of this discovery so that it could serve as a reminder for the future when he would likely be put in similar situations.
"Kings, I'm glad you've been able to see the mistakes you've made. I can help you and we can fix this, somewhat. But to do that you have to have faith in me and my abilities. Especially now that I have the backing of such a significant range of support. I will deal with the people, the law and the Ministries involvement in the law and you will deal with the public relations, the international issues that we have now and the restructure of the ministry as a whole. Its going to take a lot of work but we can make it so that there is a good future, a fair and just ministry, little civil unrest and functional relationships with other ministries." She smiled as Kings looked up at the end of her little speech, she could see that he was passionate about the future she had painted. The spark she had seen when he was fighting during the war was back and she knew that from this point on things were going to get better.
"Thank you, Hermione, I know it will be hard for us to work together at times, but this is not something I will forget. I'll leave you to go and spend some time with your husbands. I feel like they will be listening at the door to see if you've killed me or not," he laughed, and Hermione joined him.
"You're right, I wouldn't put it past them to be listening in somehow, if they are they'd best hope I don't find out about it or which of you are responsible because I can't promise I'll be nice about being spied on," she said addressing the room knowing that at least one person would be listening.
Hermione walked Kingsley to the fire with a promise to come in for a formal meeting in the next fortnight, so they could systematically set out their plan. After he had gone Hermione lifted the locking spell as she threw herself over the two-seater chair with her arm over her eyes. She heard the door open and couldn't help but smile slightly as she knew they'd be in immediately. She felt her legs get lifted and placed over a lap, her feet hanging over the other side of their thighs. Someone sat down on the floor next to the couch and leaned their head back using her stomach as a pillow. Someone drew a chair closer to her head and took her free hand to play with her fingers. She sighed, content with simply having three of her husbands around her after such a hectic day.
It struck her as odd, how calm and comfortable she felt with them, of course she knew that a significant amount of the feeling was pushed by the ritual, but not all of it and it was more for breeding purposes, this wasn't. this was a safe and warm feeling. A feeling that left her wondering if any of these relationships would have occurred if they had been able to develop organically. Yet another thing she'd want to investigate, once she had the chance. The person at her legs began massaging her claves. It felt amazing, she must have been exerting a tremendous amount of energy lately because she feels the tension that was in her claves melting away under the careful hands on her claves. the hands moved upwards and began squeezing her thighs firmly, the feeling was delightful, and she couldn't help but let a groan escape. The hands still for a fraction of a second before moving to the tops of her thighs taking her dress up with the. The cool air on her now exposed skin caused a shiver that just happened to coincide with one of the hands leaving her thigh and trace gently over the front of her underwear. The light contact had her moving her arm from her face only to have it grabbed and pulled back down to cover her eyes.
"not just yet Love, let's keep them covered for a little bit longer." A voice whispered in her ear. It was Fred's voice and his breath in her ear mixed with the sensation of the now continuous and increasingly stronger brushes against her panties made her shift, one leg dropping down nearly reaching the floor, opening her up and giving the person touching her more access. There was a moment of fast movement and Hermione ended up with one leg bent up on the couch and the other still brushing the ground. She felt a warm breath against her high and could feel herself soaking through her panties. The anticipation was maddening but only for moment as she felt a tongue run up her slit through cloth. Before she could adjust to the feeling the mouth had closed over her and pushed the lace to rub against her clit with the pressure and wet heat of the tongue. Her back arched, not sure if she was pushing closer or trying to get away from the intense feeling. A small break and a barely whispered spell and the mouth was back but this time there was no fabric between them. Hermione nearly squealed at the new sensation she tried tugging her hand free again, but it was held firmly. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge.
"oh god, I'm going to come" she gasped out. The hand on her thighs moved to cup her arse as he began to gently suck on her clit, one hand vanished again but she felt it a second later pushing two long fingers into her. With something to clench around and the gently pressure of the fingers moving, and one final firm suck and Hermione screamed out as her orgasm hit her. Finally, her arm was let go and she looked down to see Neville looking up at her holding eye contact as he gave her a final lick extending the after waves of pleasure. Looking to her side she saw harry watching Neville like his life depended on it, she saw him swallow hard before his head flopped back again his eyes closed. She looked up at Fred who had tinted red cheeks while he gazed at her in a way that heated her up all over again.
"I must say, that was something else to watch," a deep voice said shocking Hermione. She looked up to the door to see Severus, Sirius and Remus standing just in the door way with predatory looks on their faces.
"I cannot wait until I get to taste you little one" Sirius said, taking over the commentary from Severus. The raw feeling out arousal in the room was rendering Hermione unable to speak, but right that second, she was more than willing to accommodate anything they wanted. When is why when Sirius approached and Neville moved out of the way she watched, holding her breath as he knelt between her legs and placed a kiss millimetres from her core. She whined when he didn't outright touch her where she wanted, and she got a little thrill at his dark chuckle as he used the thumbs of both hands to open her and drag his tongue from her opening up to clit.
"well you taste amazing, here Remus, you were saying how much you love her smell, now's the chance to get more than that." Like Neville, Sirius sat back and moved out the way, leaving Hermione open and waiting. Like he was under a trance Remus moved forward and without hesitation dropped to his knees and began lapping at her entrance, his nose rubbing against her clit. She was already sensitive, and the feeling was driving her mad, her eyes squeezed shut and her back arched. On of her hands grabbed a handful of Remus' hair and the one she used to bite down on to stop her crying out. She was so lost in the feeling that she didn't notice her dress being untied until she felt another tongue sweep across her nipple, while fingers ran lightly over the other. The sensation of being touched by more than one person at a time and the knowledge there were more watching this happen suddenly threw her into a second orgasm. The rough licks turned gentle as she came down and then she felt him withdraw but just lay his head against her thigh. She ran her ringers through his hair as she continued to enjoy the feeling of someone playing with her breasts. She opened her eyes again to see that the tongue belonged to Severus and the hand belonged to Harry. The odd combination all but physically jerked her out the euphoria of that had just happened and she abruptly sat up wide eyed.
She wasn't panicking per se, but she was thinking how extremely out of character it was that she had been so into such an experience. The more she thought about it in silence, with six sets of eyes looking to see if they needed to intervene the more, she realised that while out of character it hadn't felt that way. It had felt right. It had possibly been the best feeling she had experienced to this point. As she visibly calmed, and a serene smile spread across her face the six husbands present relaxed, thankful that there wouldn't be a temper tantrum or panic attack tonight. For four of them, the sight and sounds had been enough for them to easily finish without assistance, the other two had used the sight as the assistance and had gotten themselves off. It was quite apart from the breathing as everyone righted themselves. It was at that point Hermione felt awkward.
"Uh, well I don't really know what happens at the end of something like this. Is it bad form to say thank you? Do you need reciprocation? Should I have already reciprocated? Is there an etiquette?" her rapid-fire question made the men chuckle.
"If I may speak on behalf of us all here for a moment. I think we are in a unique situation Hermione and don't believe there are any specific protocol for such events. As for the rest of your queries I don't believe any of us are expecting reciprocation. Not at this stage. At the moment we just want you to be happy and comfortable with us. We want to bring you please and when you feel comfortable taking it to the next step, we will all be there to support you through that too. But again, on behalf of everyone, that was incredibly enjoyable," Remus said with a huge grin on his face. Hermione looked to the rest to see them nodding in agreement.
Their sincerity and understanding really touched her and she felt probably for the first time that them being like that was a large part of why they had been selected for her in the first place. She just hoped that she would be able to experience the same feelings with all of her husbands.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it as well," the words brought a fresh blush to her cheeks, but she continued. "Maybe we should go find the rest of the guys and organise something for dinner? Then I wouldn't mind being able to do some research regarding my new tattoos. Oh, and about the action we should take against the international ministries, I really do think they should have some kind of repercussions. Then I guess there are a few things you guys should really know about what I do with my life outside of what you know I do. I can't be more specific just yet but trust me, it'll be worth the wand oath."
As she walked out of the room and the others followed, Fred noticed that there was a pair of pale purple lace panties slung over the back of the couch. Keeping the information to himself for later he shoved them in his pocket and followed the rest of them. He hoped whatever Hermione was going to tell them had something to do with her missing underwear.