Author: Lash_Larue
Title: "Execution" – part 4 of the "Hunter" series
Pairing: Ginny/Hermione Fleur/Pansy others mentioned
Rating: R
Summary: Pansy is a glutton for punishment
Warnings: Bit of kink, BDSM of a sort, someone somewhere might feel infidelity is involved
Word Count: 2400
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling
"Execution"
Ginny Apparated the three women to the alley by the club.
"I should perhaps explain something…" Fleur began hesitantly.
"About the pregnant Veela thing?" Ginny offered, and Fleur nodded. "Bill filled me in on it, it's fine. 'Mione, the Veela part of Fleur gets stronger as her pregnancy advances, and that part of her really likes the ladies. So if she decides to turn Pansy inside out or something, it's okay with Bill."
"Oh," said Hermione numbly, unable to look away from Fleur, "okay."
It was as if a sort of mist was creeping outward from the blonde, more felt than seen, like the precursor to a lightning strike, a thing that tugged at all of the senses, almost a smell, almost a taste, nearly heard music from the beginning of time.
Fleur smiled and the spell was broken.
"I am glad he told you, that makes things easier. Do not worry, either of you, I am loyal to Bill, but it is necessary to acknowledge this part of me. It is who I am," Fleur told them.
"Right, let's go," Ginny said, and they headed for the door, Ginny and Hermione walking with linked arms and Fleur following behind them.
"Weasley!" exclaimed Millicent, "great to have you back, you too, Granger, and - damn! You two were hot last time, but – hey, Pans! Get your ass over here and check out the Gryffindor chicks!"
Pansy responded to Millicent's hail, and swept over to them. Her face lit up when she saw the Gryffindors in question.
"Ginny, Hermione, you're stunning! You have to tell me who did you, I didn't think the two of you could be hotter, but damn!"
"What I said," Millie confirmed.
"We just happened to bring out beautician along," Ginny said casually, and she and Hermione moved apart as Fleur stepped forward.
"Bon soir, Millicent, Pansy…" said Fleur in a throaty tone none of the others had ever heard from her before.
Ginny, Hermione, and Millicent all experienced an instant of vertigo as Fleur unleashed her thrall, but Pansy flushed deeply, and her pupils swelled until her eyes turned black.
"Fuck me," Pansy breathed,"Fleur Delacour."
"Alas," Fleur said quietly, "I cannot, I am married." She trailed her fingers lightly down Pansy's cheek, and Pansy tried to catch them with her mouth, but they were gone. Fleur leaned in close and whispered to Pansy, "If only you had asked me during zee Triwizard…"
To Ginny, Hermione, and Millicent it looked like Fleur was lit from within, moreover, each of them were convinced that they were the only one who could see Fleur as she truly was. And that was the true power of the thrall, it did not merely insist that the Veela was the most perfect thing in the world, but that only you could see this. And this was merely a spillover, Fleur was not concentrating on them at all, this was simply something in the very air surrounding her.
For Pansy it was as if she had fallen into a midnight well of infinite depth, and Fleur was the only thing that her senses could perceive. Faster and faster she plummeted into the inky depths, yet got no closer to the woman that was the world.
Fleur smiled, and with an almost audible snap, she subdued her thrall. Millicent shook her head to clear it, Pansy stood rosy-cheeked and breathing heavily, seeming to be slowly returning from a great distance. She swallowed heavily and then found her own smile.
"Nice to see you again," she managed to say, "Millie, would you show these ladies to their table? I need a minute here."
"Sure, follow me girls," Millicent said as she led them to the same table Ginny and Hermione had occupied before.
A ripple ran through the club as Ginny and Hermione were recognized by many of the patrons, and the sight of Fleur with them did nothing at all to calm things down. The bartenders exchanged looks, and got busy with setups, already counting tips in their heads.
Pansy rallied bravely, and the entrepreneur in her was overjoyed by the trio at the table, but the woman in her was ravenously hungry. She gathered herself and walked over to them.
"Would you like something to eat?" Pansy asked, and she immediately turned crimson. Fleur stared at her for a moment in silence, Ginny and Hermione just watched in awe.
"Why don't you bring us whatever you think we would like?" Fleur said smoothly. "Something light perhaps, so as not to spoil the dancing."
"Right," Pansy managed to respond, "would you like some wine?"
"Certainly," Fleur said, "I will trust your judgment there as well."
"I'll be right back," Pansy whispered, and she backed away from the table before turning and heading for the kitchen.
"Damn, Fleur," Ginny said, "are you going to kill her?"
"Perhaps, in a sense," Fleur allowed, "am I making you uncomfortable? We can leave if you like."
"It's just a bit new, that's all," Hermione answered her, "we've never been exposed to the thrall before, not really. I'm afraid Ginny may have a little trouble thinking of you as a sister just now."
"The thrall is a very primal thing," Fleur explained, "neither you nor Ginny will be affected in your feelings for each other, your love is proof against it, even were I to concentrate it on you. It may indeed cause you to see me in a different light, but I hope not a negative one."
"No, not negative," Ginny said, "for me I think I'm just seeing you more for yourself, the woman you are, rather than as my brother's wife. 'Mione, how about you?"
"I really want to kiss her," Hermione admitted.
"Thank Merlin," Ginny said fervently, "I was afraid it was just me."
Fleur smiled at them, and they both felt their hearts trip just a bit.
"I shall remember that, when the time comes, but the urge may pass for you. Here comes Pansy."
Pansy presented a bottle of wine for Fleur's approval, and had the satisfaction of seeing surprise on her perfect face.
"This is an extraordinary wine," Fleur said reverently.
"This is an extraordinary night," Pansy replied. "Besides, I still owe Ginny and Hermione for being such a cunt back in school. Now I have two new friends, I hope, and the most beautiful woman ever to draw a breath is sitting in my club. There is never going to be a better time to open this bottle."
"Touche," whispered Fleur with a quiet smile.
"Should you be drinking?" Hermione blurted.
"Veela are different," Fleur assured her, "but I thank you for your concern. Pansy, will you join us in a glass?"
"Think there's room?" said Pansy with a grin as she expertly cut the foil from the bottle. A server arrived with a tray of glasses, and another with food. "This is a pate that I make," Pansy explained, "I think you'll enjoy it. The crackers are Millie's. " She opened the bottle and handed the cork to Fleur, and she sniffed it and nodded. Pansy then poured a small amount of wine and handed it to Fleur, who swirled it in the glass and watched the light shine through it before holding the glass under her nose. Her eyes closed as the bouquet of the wine filled her senses. She took a sip and rolled it on her tongue. Every eye in the place, except for the DJ, watched the play of her tongue against her cheek.
"Magnifique," Fleur pronounced, and Pansy poured for the four of them.
Pansy held her glass out towards them, "Old enemies, new friends," she said, and she raised the glass to her lips and stared at Fleur through the rich red wine as she drank. The toast was echoed, and when Pansy lowered her glass her pupils once again went wide and black as she watched Fleur's tongue catch the last of the wine from her lips.
"Does your DJ take requests?" Fleur asked Pansy.
"If he doesn't have what you want, I'll kill him," Pansy promised.
"Any wine left?" Ginny inquired.
"Me too," Hermione said as she stared at Fleur and Pansy. Fleur released the brunette, and Pansy deliberately refilled all of the glasses but her own.
"I have to keep my wits about me," Pansy explained.
"Good luck with that," thought Ginny.
"This pate is marvelous," Fleur commented, and Pansy's face lit up.
"Pansy! Got a minute?" one of the bartenders called out.
"Excuse me ladies," Pansy said, "enjoy, and call out if you want anything. Anything at all…"
"You are right," Fleur said as she watched Pansy walk away, "she has changed."
"So, are you going to let her off the hook?" Ginny asked.
"Mais non, that would be rude," Fleur said with a smile, "I must go and talk with the music man, thank you for bringing me here, it is fun." Fleur stood and walked over to the DJ.
"Do we feel sorry for Pansy?" Hermione asked.
"I don't think so, hell, the spillover from the thrall has me all squishy, I bet Pansy is having a ball," Ginny answered her.
"I – I – I kind of want her, Ginny," Hermione admitted, "and I feel awful about it, I mean, you're my life…"
" 'Mione, love, don't worry about it. Fleur is Fleur; she's a force of nature. You couldn't want me if you didn't want her. She's the epitome of woman. Who the hell wouldn't want her?"
"Hi, I'm Christopher," said the DJ, "what can I play for you?"
Fleur named a little known track from a lesser known album by an unknown band, and Christopher's eyes lit up.
"Girl, I'll play that until you tell me to stop," he said fervently, "just let me know when you're ready, okay, sweetie?"
And so did Christopher prove to be a man of his word. He was the only male allowed in the club, because he was a damn good DJ, and because he was the self-proclaimed "Gayest Wizard in the World". He really was more excited by the requested music than by Fleur.
Not every man is a liar.
Fleur resumed her seat at the table and took a sip of water.
"Do you feel like dancing?" She asked Ginny and Hermione.
"Will the music be slow?" Hermione asked tentatively.
"Non," answered Fleur with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Go ahead Fleur," Ginny encouraged, "we'll join you later. More wine, 'Mione?"
Fleur stood and caught Christopher's eye and nodded to him, the lights flashed rapidly, and several couples and singles moved off of the floor.
"What's up?" asked Pansy as she rejoined Ginny and Hermione.
"Fleur wants to dance," Ginny answered, and as if in reply, a spotlight fell on the blonde Veela. There was a collective intake of breath, and then the music started.
It was like an electric guitar was being crucioed while a set of drums was being viciously abused, a driving, primitive, imperative rhythm that was not so much heard as felt in the base of the spine. Even those who did not dare dance to it moved with it, and Fleur – Fleur both surrendered to it and dominated it.
Amazing did not even start to explain it, and the next day no one present could describe Fleur dancing beyond a few helpless gestures and garbled sounds. Fleur let slip the leash and the Veela filled all the room, her body moved in impossible ways, violent, sharp, motions that were nonetheless graceful, hips and shoulders and legs moving separately and yet part of a whole. And the silver lash of her hair whipped through the air like lightning tethered to a single point.
One by one they danced with her as the music pounded and vibrated deep in the essential parts of them all, and one by one they fell by the wayside. But Fleur danced on, the light within her building, the beat of every heart in the room slaved to the savage pounding of the drums.
A shadow fell across the moon as Pansy joined Fleur on the floor, and the fire and the shadow moved as one.
"Ginny my love," Hermione said as she stared.
"Yeah?"
"Your brother is a lucky man."
"Uh-huh."
It was as if Pansy was Fleur's shadow, a darkness brought about by the light from within her, and for far longer than anyone else had managed, Pansy echoed the passion Fleur put into the dance. Pansy was not there, but someplace far away, carried off by the power of the thrall and the strength of the woman before her, helpless and hopeless and consumed by desire. The mist was stronger now, spreading throughout the club, and some women sought the shadows, together or alone. Millicent turned to a short blonde beside her, who smiled and nodded and took Millie's hand. They left for the office. Ginny ran her fingers into Hermione's hair and stared fiercely into her eyes.
Pansy was rooted to the spot now, able only to turn so as to keep Fleur in front of her, to keep her eyes on the astonishing creature before her. Fleur's head whipped sharply, and the moonlight silk lashed across Pansy's face. The brunette tilted her head far back, and the silver slashed across her taut throat, the beat of the drums calling time as the flail fell on her willing flesh.
Behind the bar one of the bartenders dropped to her knees and disappeared beneath the skirts of another, and all around the room couples reached for each other as they watched the dance.
Pansy's hands tore open her blouse, and the lightning flashed across her bared breasts as they heaved with the desperation of her breathing. Tirelessly Fleur danced, and the skin of Pansy's breasts grew pink beneath the flogging of the moonlight hair, and the drums drove on and on, and the whole of the place breathed as one animal while the Veela exulted in her freedom and her power and Pansy trembled as she stood and the cry of her orgasm was the scream of the mistreated guitar… and then the music ended abruptly, leaving Pansy gasping and quaking, and there was only Fleur in all of the world.