Author: Lash_Larue
Title: The Hunters Part three
Pairing: Ginny/Hermione, others mentioned
Rating: PG-13 to R for language and concepts
Summary: Bill, Fleur, and Victoire come home
Warnings:Not really for this chapter, setting things up
Word Count: 4400
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling
"Preparation"
"Molly tells me that you two let Ginny and Hermione go to your home to stay, Bill," Arthur Weasley said to his son.
"Yes, they obviously couldn't stay here, and the place was empty. She's my sister, Dad," Bill said to the disapproving look on the elder Weasley's face.
"Of course, just so long as they are gone before you return it will do no harm. We can't have my granddaughter being exposed to that sort of thing you know," he said heartily as he beamed at Victoire.
Bill closed his eyes as Fleur rose gracefully to her feet.
"What we cannot have, Monsieur Weasley, is our daughter being exposed to such ignorance and prejudice. I am leaving now with Victoire, Bill. I will see you at my parents'. Thank you for your hospitality Molly, you are welcome in our home at any time."
With that Fleur carried her child to the fireplace and flooed away.
"Can't you control your wife, Bill? That was outrageous!"
Bill closed his eyes as Molly rose tiredly to her feet.
"Come with me Arthur, we need to talk," she said quietly.
"Not now Molly, surely-"
"Now, Arthur. This has gone too far already and if you don't come to your senses you are going to lose more than three daughters and a son. And I will not allow you to keep my grandchildren from me."
"What are you on about?"
"I will be very surprised if Ginny, Hermione, or Fleur ever set foot in this house again, and they are all daughters to me and have been to you. As for the son, well I can't see Harry coming back either. Now will you come with me or do you want to talk about this in front of Bill?"
"No worries Mum, I'll just round up our things and join Fleur and Victoire. I'm sorry for the trouble," Bill said as he prepared to beat a retreat.
"You have nothing to apologize for, darling. Give my love to Fleur and Victoire, and to Ginny and Hermione when you see them."
"Right Mum, see you later Dad," Bill hurried gratefully away.
"Now then Arthur, what in Merlin's name is wrong with you?"
xxxx
"Mmmmm," purred Hermione as she woke to see Ginny staring into her eyes, "I could get used to this."
"Good, because you're stuck with me. You amaze me, Hermione Granger."
"I think I may have surprised Pansy a bit as well, and I know I surprised myself. I'm not sorry though," Hermione said as she kissed Ginny's nose. "And don't worry, I kept you covered, Pansy didn't see much of you."
"Wasn't worried, I'm plenty used to being naked around other women, although that was the first time I've ever been eaten in front of one. And Merlin 'Mione, I – I never felt anything like it, never, not even close." Hermione smiled lazily at her lover. "I guess Pans got an eyeful of you though, huh?" grinned Ginny.
"All that there was to see, yes. It just really got to me, seeing the effect I had on her, I felt powerful, and desirable, and sexy, and I had never really felt like that until you took me on the dance floor. Thank you Ginny, you helped me to see myself in a new way."
"Do you want to go back?"
"To the club? Sure, sometime, not tonight though, and I don't see giving Pansy another private showing. Now then, we have two days before Bill and Fleur get back, and I want you all to myself. And of course we'll have to allow time to straighten the place up before they arrive," Hermione said.
"Won't take long, we haven't made any mess," Ginny countered.
"Not yet," Hermione agreed, "but I want you in every room of this lovely cottage, and on the stairs, on that charming little balcony, and anyplace else that comes to mind." Ginny stared at her, round-eyed and slack jawed. "But first I want a swim." Hermione got out of bed and padded naked across the floor, pausing at the door to look back at Ginny. "Coming?"
"Nearly, won't take much more," Ginny informed her as she hastened to join her.
The water was still cold, but they didn't mind so much, and Hermione found that she could after all do that right there out in the open. Her lips drew Ginny's taut nipple between them, and their eyes closed as they got lost in one another.
So it was that they did not see the two older women pass by hand-in-hand on the beach.
"Look Min, isn't that sweet?" posed the shorter of the two, her yellow-gold eyes sparkling with joy.
"Madame Hooch, I am shocked at you! Imagine, spying on your former students in this manner! You know very well that we won't hear a thing at this distance without a spell," she chastised as she flicked her wand, "now keep walking, but slowly. We don't want to miss this do we?" Minerva said happily.
"Not a bit of it," agreed Hooch, "and it's about damn time. Never saw two girls more suited to each other."
"Never?" McGonagall asked with a bit of a smirk on her face.
"Once," Hooch corrected herself as she planted a kiss on her long-time lover, "just once."
xxxx
"I think we're done, Gin," Hermione said as she collapsed at the kitchen table, "did we miss anything?"
"Footprints on the ceiling," Ginny replied, pointing, and she cast a cleaning spell.
"Oh, I overdid the levicorpus thing, huh?"
"No, I'd say you got it just about right," Ginny said with a grin. "They should be here soon though, I wonder if we should start breakfast for them?"
"Great idea, Sis," Bill said as he appeared in the kitchen fireplace with a pile of luggage. "Fleur's folks fed us breakfast of course, but I could do with another!"
"He's part Hobbit," Ginny informed Hermione.
"The girls will be along later, Fleur wanted some Mother-Daughter-Daughter time with Apolline and Victoire," Bill explained.
"Ham or bacon with your eggs?" Ginny asked as she headed for the fridge.
"Both!" Bill said with a grin.
"Stupid of me to ask," admitted Ginny.
"Bill," began Hermione, "I really want to thank you for letting us come here. It's been lovely, and after that scene at the Burrow… well, it's really very good of you to let us stay here knowing how your father feels." Bill flushed red.
"I'm really sorry about that Hermione, Ginny. I knew Dad wasn't all that open-minded on the subject, but I was really shocked at his reaction. He even tried telling Fleur to keep Victoire away from you two," Bill said, slowly shaking his head.
"How'd that work out for him?" Ginny asked archly.
"About like you'd think. Fleur left immediately after informing Mum that she was welcome here anytime and telling Dad in not so many words that he isn't likely to see Victoire or the new one much in future."
"Oh, I'm sorry Bill, we didn't mean to cause so much trouble," Hermione said, crestfallen.
"Bullshit, we didn't cause any trouble," Ginny said belligerently, her hands on her hips.
"She's right 'Mione, all you two did was fall in love, it's his problem. Well, that and Mum. Mum was getting set to explain a few things to him when I left."
"Oh dear," muttered Hermione.
"Serves him right," Ginny spoke up, "he's not only insulting us, but Mum as well."
"I just don't understand!" Hermione said in anguish. "This is just not like him at all; he has always been so kind to everyone…"
"Mum will sort it out," Bill said confidently, "now then, what have you two been up to?" Hermione turned scarlet.
xxxx
"We want you both to consider this as your home until you can find a suitable place of your own," Fleur told them that afternoon.
"We don't want to be a bother," Ginny said.
"You will not be a bother, I have never seen the house so clean," Fleur complimented them, "and you will be good company for Victoire and I while Bill is away. It is important for Victoire to be around people in love, and I know zat Harry would welcome you at his house, but it is rather gloomy, n'est ce pas?"
"Just a bit," Hermione admitted, "I've been staying there because it's close to work, but so has Ron, and I'm not anxious to see him again."
"I'd like to see him," muttered Ginny as she massaged her knuckles.
"That's settled then," Bill said decisively, "and I doubt Ron will be at Harry's much longer. Harry was very upset by the whole thing, and before either of you start up again, this is not your fault. Clear?" Ginny and Hermione nodded. "I have some acquaintances at the bank that are in real estate, you two decide where you want to live and I'll help you find something you'll like. I might be able to swing a little deal on a mortgage if you want to buy," he said with a wink.
"You're the best brother ever, Bill," Ginny said fervently.
"Not much competition there, but thanks. I knew Ron was a prat, but I have to say that old Perce surprised me a bit. Best stinging hex I've ever seen, too. Although not quite in the same class as your bat-bogey, of course, Gin."
"How is Charlie?" Ginny asked.
"Bit sad, he sort of knew how Dad felt about that, but I think he was still disappointed. And I don't think he'll be going to the Burrow much anymore either. You see, Charlie is gay," Bill told them.
"I kind of wondered why he never brought a girl home," Ginny said slowly, "he's a pretty good-looking guy, and he's got all those sexy scars. We'll have him over once we get our place, okay 'Mione?"
"Of course," agreed Hermione. "You know, I think Harry might be gay as well, as long as we're on the subject."
"He is," Fleur said softly, "and so is Ron."
"You can't be serious!" exclaimed Hermione "After the way he acted, and how he is always trying to swallow Lavender's face?" Fleur shrugged.
"You cannot hide that from a Veela. Ron is miserable because he cannot come to terms with himself, and that is a journey he must at least begin on his own."
"Well, I'm not gonna be the one to tell him," Ginny said, "say, do you think he and Harry…"
"Non," Fleur said with a smile, "there is not the spark between them, but in time, per'aps Harry can help Ron to accept himself."
"Time to lighten the mood," Bill declared, "did you two have any fun over the weekend?"
"Well, we did go to a nice dance club," Ginny told him.
"Great! You should see Fleur dance, she's amazing!" Bill crowed. "I can't begin to keep up with her, it's like I don't have knees or something. You should take her with you sometime."
"Ummm, " began Hermione hesitantly, "it's kind of a 'woman's' club."
"I am a woman," Fleur pointed out.
"It's a lesbian witches club," Ginny clarified.
"Would I have to take a test?" Fleur asked with a smile.
"No, but you'd sure get hit on." Fleur shrugged.
"It has happened before, is the music any good?"
"It is, and I'm damn sure Pansy Parkinson would make certain that they played anything you wanted," Ginny told her.
"Parkinson?" Bill asked. "The girl that was screaming for us to give Harry to Voldemort? That Parkinson?"
"The same," Hermione informed him, "she's changed though."
"Still, a small lesson might be in order," murmured Fleur, "she is a lesbian?"
"Oh yeah," confirmed Ginny.
"Have fun baby;" Bill said with a grin, "it will give me some daddy/daughter time with Victoire before I go on my trip. Ginny, you and Hermione are in for a treat, Fleur will bring down the house."
"Bill, you embarrass me," Fleur said teasingly.
"You don't mind if a club full of dykes pants after your wife?" Ginny asked in wonder.
"I don't own her, and I trust her, and she needs to have a little fun. Fleur can handle herself, and I'm sure they know how to deal with anyone who gets carried away, and you'll be there with her. Besides, Parkinson has a little payback coming. I just wish I could be there," Bill said.
"You'd never pass the physical, big brother," Ginny assured him.
"Is the food edible?" Fleur asked.
"It's quite good," Ginny told her.
"When does the club open?"
"Six," Ginny answered.
"Then we shall have to hurry," Fleur said as she stood, "come with me," and she left the room.
"It's only two," Hermione said blankly.
"Fleur means business," Bill told them, "and some things she doesn't like to use magic for. You've never really seen her turn the Veela loose, have you?"
"Well, she certainly turned Hogwarts upside-down," Ginny recalled.
"Then you haven't seen it. It's something, I promise," Bill grinned at them.
"I thought the thrall didn't work on women?" Hermione questioned.
"A popular misconception, it just doesn't have as much power on people who are not sexually attracted to women. And quite aside from that, she is still Fleur."
"Oh," Hermione breathed.
"Where are you two?" called Fleur from upstairs.
"Go, have fun," Bill said as he shooed them away. "Parkinson, you are just-so-screwed!" Bill thought gleefully.
Ginny and Hermione entered the master bedroom to find Fleur rummaging through her closet.
"What did you wear to the club last time?" she asked them.
"Mione wore this," Ginny said as she took the silver sheath from the hanger.
"Excellent," Fleur said appraisingly, "of course it will never do to show up in zee same thing, so…" she gave a flick of her wand and the dress turned the color of blood. "Shoes?" Fleur asked, and Ginny pointed to the grey boots. "Not zis time, I think," Fleur said pensively, and she produced a pair of spike-heeled shoes the same color as the dress.
"I can't-" began Hermione.
"Of course you can, the shoes are charmed, and quite easy to dance in, and this dress will be stunning on you. Fleur knows best, d'accord? Now then, Ginny, for you…" It was short and shiny and the color of emeralds, it had long sleeves and nearly no back at all, and Ginny's eyes lit up when she saw it. Hermione's mouth watered a little. "Shoes?" Ginny pointed to the black boots she had worn before. "Perfect, with one slight change," Fleur said, and with another flick of her wand the shafts of the boots resolved into an intricate lattice of straps. "Now into the shower with you both, do not dawdle, and do not dry your hair, go."
They went.
"Forceful, isn't she?" Hermione asked as they stepped into the shower.
"A bit, yes, I think this is going to be fun though."
"So do I," Hermione agreed.
Hermione and Ginny emerged from the bath wrapped in towels to find Fleur standing naked, looking at some dresses laid out on her bed.
"Holy -!" blurted Hermione.
"Thank you," Fleur said matter-of-factly, "get rid of the towels, this is no time for modesty." There was no disobeying Fleur in this mood; they got rid of the towels. "'Ermione, you are absolutely magnificent, I am jealous," said Fleur, "Ginny you are indeed fortunate. Here, rub this into each other's hair while I shower. I won't be long." She handed them an unmarked bottle and disappeared into the bath.
"Did you see her, Ginny?" asked Hermione numbly.
"I've seen her before, remember? But the first time is a shock, I admit."
"She's –"
"Absolutely perfect, yep."
"She cannot possibly be jealous of me," Hermione protested.
"I wouldn't advise telling Fleur what she can and cannot be," Ginny counseled, "now let's get this stuff in our hair so we don't get in trouble. We are in the presence of genius, and it would behoove us to do as we're told."
They had barely finished when Fleur reappeared, her skin glowing from the hot water. She took up the bottle and rubbed the liquid into her hair.
"This is a Veela hair potion," she explained, "it adapts to the individual's own hair and brings out the best in it. Now then, you first Ginny, sit." Ginny sat, and Fleur went to work on her hair, Hermione tried not to stare at Fleur. Fleur caught her eyes in the mirror and smiled at her. "It is alright to look, 'Ermione, tonight is for us to be admired, why should we not admire each other, d'accord?"
"She's right you know," Ginny agreed.
"I think a simple upsweep for you, Ginny," Fleur said as she worked on Ginny's hair, "and of course we must allow a few strands to fall carelessly on your neck. What do you think, 'Ermione?"
"Works for me," Hermione answered as she stared at the glowing red wisps of hair floating on the back of Ginny's neck.
"No subtlety tonight," Fleur declared as she opened a case and began working on Ginny's face.
"I don't usually wear makeup, Fleur," Ginny protested.
"No, and you do not need it, but tonight is different, now relax and leave zis to me," Fleur told her without pausing. Hermione watched, fascinated, as Fleur brought out the natural color in Ginny's face and then applied eye shadow and lipstick the color of the dress Ginny was to wear, along with black liner and some truly amazing mascara. "Et voila!" Fleur exclaimed, and she handed Ginny a mirror.
"How the hell did you put all this green stuff on my face and make it look natural?" Ginny asked in amazement.
"The colors go well with you, that is why you are nude, so that I can match the shading to all of you, not just your face. And using good cosmetics instead of magic allows for better control. Sit, 'Ermione."
Hermione sat.
Fleur looked at Hermione minutely, and Hermione was very aware of the nude part-Veela so close to her. Ginny thought that was quite funny.
"Your hair will not take so much work as Ginny's" Fleur declared.
"What? You're kidding, right? Ginny's hair is like silk, but mine is all over the place!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Oui, it is wild and untamed, just like you," Fleur agreed, "we shall not put zis merveilleux stuff in a cage." Fleur set to work with brush and comb, and Hermione was surprised not to feel the usual tugging. Apparently the hair potion was quite effective. "Ginny, what do you zink?" Fleur asked.
"Amazing, it looks kind of like it usually does, but more her somehow," Ginny answered.
"Bon, now for your face…"
"Good luck there," muttered Hermione.
"Zis will be a bit more involved than Ginny, we must be dramatic, but we do not want to overwhelm your complexion." Hermione was a lot more interested in Fleur's complexion, but she was getting more comfortable with the proximity of the flawless skin. Finally – "Ginny, is she not stunning?"
"Fuck…" said Ginny in honest wonder.
"Fine by me," Hermione allowed, she was maybe not all that used to Fleur after all.
"If you must, but I will be most displeased if you two ruin my work, better to wait, it will make it better. Now zen 'Ermione," Fleur handed her the mirror.
"Who's tha- Merlin!" gasped Hermione. Had Fleur told her what she was going to do, Hermione would have sworn that she would look like a clown. Her hair did indeed look much the same, but there was no hint of the usual frizziness, just an abundance of wavy brown hair that played by its own rules. Her lips matched the color of the dress, and that same color was lightly scattered over her eyelids along with a charcoal that made the red seem redder and her eyes look huge. The deep brown of her eyes caught hints of the red as well. "I look like a vampire!"
"Oui," agreed Fleur, "beautiful and dangerous, n'est ce pas? Here," Fleur said as she opened a drawer and tossed black lace panties to them both. "No thongs tonight, these are meant to be seen, get dressed while I put on my face."
"Umm, Fleur, how are we going to get the dresses on without messing up our hair and stuff?" asked Ginny.
"Step into them," Fleur answered.
"Oh, right."
Ginny and Hermione carefully dressed while Fleur finished her own makeup. It did not take long, for Fleur well knew what worked for her. Finished dressing, the couple watched as Fleur pulled the brush through the silver of her hair; it looked like moonlight. Fleur turned to them and smiled, and both of them drew in a breath.
It was not nearly as dramatic as their own makeup was, but then it didn't need to be. Periwinkle shadowed her silver-blue eyes and shone from her lips, and a hint of peach bloomed on her cheeks. "You are gorgeous!" Fleur exclaimed when she saw them.
"Thanks," Ginny and Hermione managed to mumble.
"I cannot wait for Bill to see you, he will faint dead away," Fleur promised them as she dressed.
Fleur's outfit consisted of a grey-blue silk dress that had no more back than Ginny's, and a slit up the left side, along with lethal looking slingback heels in a slightly darker grey.
"What do you think?" Fleur asked as she turned to face the other two women. Silence greeted her question. "Is something wrong?" asked Fleur in concern. "I can change if this isn't right."
"No," Hermione finally got out, "I think that's just about perfect, if you have in mind making Pansy's head explode."
"Thank you," Fleur said with a smile that made Hermione go weak in the knees, "but I shall be invisible beside the two of you." Ginny and Hermione exchanged a look that managed to express sincere doubt of that. "Turn around please," Fleur asked them, "I need to see you from every angle." They complied; Fleur was clearly in charge here.
"Just one small change, I think," Fleur said as she picked up her wand. She carefully drew the wand down the outside of their left legs, slitting the fabric enough so that the black lace showed on them as well. She led them over to a large mirror. "Voila! The Delacour-Weasley-Granger sisters!"
"Fleur, you're not only the most beautiful living thing in the world, you're a genius," Ginny admitted.
"I almost feel sorry for Pansy," Hermione said with a total lack of sincerity.
"Yeah, even after what you did to her, this is gonna hurt."
"What did 'Ermione do to her?" Fleur asked, and Hermione blushed fiercely while Ginny explained.
"I wouldn't mind seeing zat myself," Fleur breathed, "but tonight chere Pansy will have to manage her desires in public as best she can. Now let us go and amaze my poor husband."
The three descended the stairs and entered the living room. Fortunately, Bill was not holding Victoire, for he did drop the book he had been reading from. His eyes were fixed on Hermione, and his chin was on his chest.
"I knew she would get to 'im," Fleur whispered to Ginny, "me, he sees all the time, and you are his sister, but 'Ermione is –"
"Absolutely breathtaking!" exclaimed Bill. "Hermione, you're astonishing! Oh, darling, you look beautiful too, and you sis," he added.
"I'm frankly not sure whether to be pleased or not," Hermione said with a smile, "was I so hideous before?"
"What? Oh, no," Bill stammered, "it's just that – that…" Ginny came to the rescue.
"It's just that before, you were a friend of his little brother and sister, just another kid in the house. Tonight you're a woman, my woman, big brother."
"Right. Thanks Gin, and I'm sorry Hermione, if I insulted you. It's a matter of context, is all."
"It's rather hard to take 'absolutely breathtaking' as an insult, Bill. I'm a bit astonished myself, truth to tell."
"Time to go give Pansy the other barrel, as the Muggles say," Ginny announced, "don't wait up, Bill."
"Hang on a minute Gin, please. Go ahead love, Hermione; I won't keep her but a minute." Fleur smiled at her husband and led Hermione to the Apparition point.
"Gin, you remember that Fleur is pregnant, right?" Bill asked her.
"Sure, I'm excited about it," Ginny confirmed.
"So is Fleur," Bill told her, "but for Veela, even part Veela, it's a bit different."
"Oh?" Ginny prompted.
"Veela, and although Fleur is ipart/i Veela, her Grandmother is a Queen and the Veela is quite strong in her, are strongly biased towards females for sex and affection. The farther along Fleur gets, the stronger the Veela becomes," Bill told her.
"And?" Ginny asked.
"I just want you to know that I trust her absolutely, and anything that she does that might seem a bit beyond the pale is fine with me. She can control things at this stage, and we've been through it before with Victoire. Just make sure nobody hurts her, will you? If she wants it, whatever it is, let her have it, okay? And feel free to enjoy it yourself. Fleur is spectacular, even for a Veela. I'm happy to share her with you and Hermione; you're good for her, and for our new child."
Bill hugged his sister, and Ginny hugged him back, still a bit unsure.
"So if Fleur wants…"
"I would prefer it to be you or Hermione, if you are willing. But I don't think it will come to that yet. Just try and keep her from harm, and if she seems an outrageous tease, enjoy it, yes?" Bill told her.
"Thanks Bill, we'll take care of your wife and child. It's not like it's hard, how can you not love Fleur?"
"I can't imagine," Bill said with a smile, "now go and have fun, the three most beautiful women in the world should have fun."
Bill hugged her, and then Ginny joined Fleur and Hermione, "Here we go ladies," said Ginny as she Apparated them to the alley.