Author: Lash_Larue
Title: The "Hunters" part Ten "Explanations"
Pairing: Ginny/Hermione others
Rating:Adult
Summary: Percy fills them in
Warnings: Some girlsex, a little het stuff
Word Count: 2500
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling
The Hunters Part 10
"Explanations"
"What's the idea, not telling us about Dad right away, Percy?" Bill said as he stepped out of the fireplace.
"I'll explain everything, Bill, but I'd prefer to just do it once. Charlie is coming soon; everyone else is in the kitchen. Hello Ginny, Hermione, nice to see you. Dad's in no immediate danger, so just calm down, would you? This is hard enough on Mum without tempers flaring."
"He's right Bill, we have to think of Mum, I'm sure Percy had good reason for not telling anyone sooner," Ginny told him.
"Right, sorry Perce, just a bit of a shock is all. Mum's in the kitchen, you said?"
"Yes, along with the rest of us, bar Charlie, but he'll be along." Bill headed for the kitchen.
"And how are you doing, Percy," Ginny asked as she eyed him narrowly, "and don't even ithink/i of lying to me."
"I have had better days," he admitted with a smile, "but I do want to tell you that we have our real father back, and he's quite ashamed of the way he treated you two. The tumor made him unable to control his fear and his anger."
"Oh," said Hermione, "then hearing that Ginny was in love with a woman made him think of -" Hermione broke off abruptly.
"Yes," Percy agreed, "he told me about that, but I think we should keep it amongst us three, it's not our story to tell, is it?"
"Right," Ginny agreed, "it doesn't erase it, but it does put a different slant on it. Anyway, Hermione and I are together, and Dad is still alive, so there's time to sort things out." Ginny gave her brother a hug. "You know, Percy, you've turned out all right since you got the stick out of your arse." Percy grinned ruefully.
"There's food if you're hungry, Mum had to do something, so she cooked."
"At least that much is normal," Hermione said, "ready to face Ron?" she asked Ginny.
"Bugger Ron, I'm not taking any crap from him, let's go." Hermione and Ginny headed to the kitchen and Percy took a seat and waited for Charlie, using the time to organize his thoughts and calm his fears.
"Hi Mum," Ginny greeted her mother.
"Hello Mrs. Weasley," Hermione added.
"Molly, remember dear? I'm so glad to see you both! I was afraid you might never come back after – well, after," Molly replied. There was a snort from the table, and Ginny and Hermione turned to see Ron staring at them belligerently.
"Well, if it isn't the qu-" Smack!, a sharp report echoed through the kitchen as Bill's hand collided with the side of Ron's head.
"You keep a civil tongue in your head, little brother, or I will pull it out by the roots. If you ever act disrespectfully to either of those women in my presence again, it will be the worse for you, do you understand me?" Bill said in a voice that was shaking with anger. Ron turned deathly pale, and nodded mutely.
"Boys!" scolded Molly as she wrung her hands.
"I mean it, Mum, I'm not going to put up with that sort of thing. I know this is a bad time for us to fight among ourselves, but I simply will not have it," Bill responded. "And Ron, you might ask yourself just why it is that this upsets you so much, right?" The pallor turned into a deep blush.
"Who's hungry?" asked Molly, hoping to break the tension.
Nobody really was, but everybody pretended to be, and the long tradition of eating together as a family did seem to cool things down.
"Nice one, Bill," George whispered to him, "he had it coming."
"Anything left to eat?" Charlie asked as he strode into the kitchen, followed by Percy. Charlie really was hungry, and his sterling example spurred further interest among the group, and after the pie had been disposed of Percy stood up, and the room fell silent.
Precisely and succinctly Percy explained what had happened with Arthur, leaving out nothing of import so that his siblings would understand his reasons for doing what he had done. He filled them in on the surgery and the initial encouraging results, and finished up by explaining the need for further testing to be done. Nobody interrupted him. Charlie cleared his throat and spoke after Percy resumed his seat.
"I don't see how you could have handled it better, Perce. You were the man on the spot, and you came through for us, I even think you were right not to tell us sooner. A bunch of scared Weasleys in a muggle hospital? Recipe for disaster if ever there was one. I'm proud of you, little brother," Charlie told him.
"Right then," George began, "what do we do next?"
"I'm taking Mum to see him in the morning," Percy explained. "His visitors are strictly limited just now, only two at the time. If anyone thinks they can't control themselves there they'd best not go at all, though I'll tell you that he doesn't look near as bad as after the snake thing. But it is a Muggle hospital."
"Why doesn't everyone who feels up to it come along and sit in the waiting room, we can visit in shifts, if he's up to it. It will mean a lot to him that you came, I'm sure," Molly suggested.
And so it was agreed.
George went home, as did Bill, both of them promising to meet the others at the hospital at nine in the morning. Ron stumped off to his old room leaving Molly, Penny, Percy, Charlie, and Ginny and Hermione in the living room.
"Ginny!" exclaimed Penny, "wherever did you get that beautiful ring?" Ginny proudly displayed her ring, and urged Hermione to do the same.
"Hermione's parents gave them to us when we told them about us, these rings belonged to Hermione's great-grandmothers, and there are wedding bands too!" Ginny gushed.
Molly's heart was torn between joy at the happiness on her daughter's face and shame at the reception that same news had received in her home. But she pushed the thought aside and allowed her happiness for the couple to show through.
"They're just beautiful, girls, that was a lovely thing for the Grangers to do," she said sincerely.
"Are you getting on alright at Shell Cottage?" Percy asked them.
"Great," Hermione told him. "Oh! Bill and Fleur…"
"What about Bill and Fleur," Molly asked quickly.
"Nothing bad Mum, keep your hair on," Ginny told her, "Bill has to leave soon for a really big job in Assyria. He'll be gone about a year, and make an obscene amount of money. Hermione and I are going to stay with Fleur and Victoire to help out. And Bill and Fleur were going to go away by themselves for a while first, but now –"
"Well, they'll just have to go ahead and go then; I'll talk with them tomorrow," Molly promised.
"What's up with Ron?" Charlie asked. "Any idea why he's being such a berk about Ginny and Hermione? Is he jealous or something?" Ginny and Hermione exchanged glances. "Spill it, Gin, or I'll tickle you until you throw up," Charlie threatened.
"Well," Ginny said hesitantly, cutting her eyes at her mother.
"Go on, Ginevra, after the last several days, what's one more whatever it is? As long as he's not a death-eater I can stand it," Molly told her.
"Fleur thinks Ron is gay, and that he can't face up to it, so he gets all nasty and stuff when he's faced with it," Ginny responded.
"Well of course!" Molly said as she smacked herself on the forehead.
"Makes sense to me," Penny agreed.
"Well, Fleur is surely Veela enough to tell," Charlie agreed, "and you simply cannot hide that sort of thing from a Veela. Well, I'm knackered; I'll see you all in the morning." Charlie headed up the stairs, but he didn't stop at his own room, he climbed right to the top, and went into Ron's room.
"You and I need to talk," he told Ron seriously.
"You should get some sleep Mum," Percy suggested.
"I daresay you're right, dear. Could I trouble you for some potion? I don't want to show up looking horrible and I doubt I could sleep without it."
"Of course, anyone else need some?"
"I'm okay," Ginny told him, " 'Mione?"
"I think the old standby warm milk will work for me, but thank you. May I stay in George's room, Molly?" Hermione asked her.
"Don't be silly, you'll stay with Ginny, the two of you are adults, and you need each other. If Ron says anything I'll hex his freckles off. I am fed up to here with people acting like idiots. We have enough to be getting on with around here without trampling on love."
"Well said, Molly," Penny put in. "And the two of you are always welcome at our place as well, Ginny, and I think it's very nice of you to stay with Fleur. I know it will mean a lot to Bill. I'll see you directly, Percy darling, I don't think I'll need the potion either."
Penny, Ginny, and Hermione kissed Molly goodnight and climbed the stairs.
"I feel a little odd about this," Hermione confessed, "I mean about us staying together here."
"Not me," Ginny countered, "now why don't you get in bed and read while I brush my hair?"
"Well, Percy my boy, it's me and you again," Molly sighed, "you're a fine son, and a fine man. I'm so proud of you I could burst."
"Thanks Mum, now let's get you to bed," Percy said gently, and he helped her to her feet.
xxxx
"How is your father? How is Molly?" Fleur asked Bill.
"Percy said Dad did well with the surgery, but the tumor was malignant. They have to do further tests to see if the cancer has spread. Mum is holding up alright, and we're going to see him in the morning. Oh, and I slapped Ron about the head, the stupid git was having another go at Ginny and Hermione." Fleur's eyes blazed.
"If I hear him do that again, I will give him something to be shocked about," she said in a low voice.
"Let's not make things worse if we can help it," Bill pleaded, "and I would really rather the rest of the family not know about our special relationship with Hermione and Ginny. I don't think even Percy could really handle that."
"And you, my love, can you really handle it? Truly?"
"I can," he promised her, "they aren't taking anything from me, they are giving something to you. To you and our child, something that you need that I cannot give you. You say you knew what I did before you married me, and so you understand that sometimes I must be gone for a long time. Well I knew what you were as well, you hid nothing from me. I entered this marriage with my eyes open and I would not change one single thing about you, Fleur Isabelle Delacour Weasley. I know that you will fall in love with them, and make love with them. And I also know them, and they are strong and loving women, worthy of your love. Now let's make good use of the time we have together." Fleur kissed him and took him by the hand.
"I am fortunate to have such an understanding husband," Fleur said as she pulled him towards the stairs.
"Just don't tell me any details about you and Ginny, okay? But I wouldn't mind a few pictures of you and Hermione…"
xxxx
"Ginny, what are you doing?" asked Hermione as she stared at Ginny sitting in her dresser chair.
"Brushing my hair," breathed Ginny.
"Do you usually brush that hair?"
"Only when I think of y- you," Ginny whispered.
"Gin, you're killing me."
"Prove it. Show me," demanded Ginny as one hand drifted to her breasts.
Hermione stood and stepped out of her panties, and then pulled her t-shirt off over her head. She made no effort to order her hair, just left it as it fell. She smiled as Ginny's pupils dilated at the sight of her, and then she picked up her wand, dropped a pillow on the floor and sat in front of Ginny with her legs wide open.
"Lumos," Hermione said and her wand tip glowed bright in the room. "See?" she said as she traced the glowing tip over her mound. "See how she swells for you?" With her free hand Hermione spread herself open to Ginny's view. "See? See how wet she is?" Ginny's breathing grew deeper, and she seemed to have forgotten the brush altogether, staring as the tip of the wand slid up Hermione's stomach. "See? See how hard they are? All of this is for you, because of you," Hermione explained to Ginny. "Just one thing more I think," the wand went lower again, and Hermione rubbed herself with her free hand. "Just as I thought, she's a bit prickly. Depilate," Hermione murmured, and she slowly passed the glowing tip of the wand over her engorged flesh.
Ginny was leaning forward in the chair, fascinated, unable to look away as Hermione prepared for her.
"That's better," Hermione declared as she slid her fingers over the soft, smooth, flesh. "See? She's even wetter now, do you see? Do you see how I want you?" Ginny nodded, and Hermione leaned back against the bed and drew her knees up.
"Then give me what I want."
Across the hall Penny gave Percy a knowing smile. "I believe that Ginny and Hermione have a sleeping potion of their own," she said in amusement.
"Whatever it takes for them to get through the night," Percy said with a hint of his old pompousness.
"And me? Do I get something to help me make it through the night?" Penny asked.
"Darling, this is hardly the time, my father may be dying, I can't-" Percy stopped speaking as Penny's hand slid into his pajama bottoms.
"I believe you can, dear, and there is no better way to fight the fear of death than with an affirmation of life. Tomorrow will bring what it brings; all that we can count on, is now. Let's not waste the now, I love you, Percy."
"Muffliato," gasped Hermione, and then she dropped her wand and grabbed fistfuls of Ginny's hair as she shook, as Ginny's fingers and tongue pushed her over the edge.
"See?" she whispered as her eyes drifted closed.
"Gods, Percy!" cried Penny as he came inside her. She melted onto him, and he held her and stroked the softness of her hair.
"Life does indeed go on," he thought.