Author: Lash_Larue
Title: "Sacrifice"
Pairing: Ginny/Hermione: In this chapter, Hermione/Fleur ust, Pansy/Fleur kink
Rating: Adult
Summary: The Veela breaks out
Warnings: This time, yeah. Kink - S&M, Dom/Sub, minor Bloodplay
Word Count: 3,000
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling
The Hunters Part 17
"Sacrifice"
Fleur retrieved the message from the unfamiliar owl, and the large bird settled in to wait. Evidently a reply was desired.
"Pansy says that she would love to come to dinner on Sunday. She also wants to know when we're coming to the club again," she called out.
"I didn't get that," came Hermione's voice down the stairs, "Victoire is splashing a bit." Fleur smiled at that, she was well familiar with Victoire's 'bit of splashing'. She ascended the stairs and leaned against the doorway.
"Hi Mama," Victoire greeted her.
"Hello Victoire, are you enjoying your bath?" Victoire nodded and splashed a bit more. Hermione wiped her face with a towel.
"You were saying?" Hermione prompted.
"Pansy is coming for dinner on Sunday. She asks when we are coming to the club again."
"Do you want to? Go to the club, I mean."
"I would enjoy a night out, yes," Fleur admitted. "When does Ginny return?"
"Not until Sunday," Hermione answered. "But you and I could go anytime, I'm sure the Weasleys would love to keep Victoire for a night."
"True, Molly has been hinting about that, and I think it would be a good thing for both them and Victoire. She should gain some independence before her new sister arrives. When shall I tell her we're coming?" A small wave broke over Hermione.
"How's tonight suit you?" she asked as she reached for her towel.
"I shall call Molly at once," Fleur said and she hurried off, but Hermione could hear the soft laughter anyway.
"Would you like to go and visit Grandmama and Grandpapa Weasley?"
"Yes!" exclaimed Victoire, and another micro-tsunami broke on the battered shore that was Hermione.
"Definitely no kids, Ginny my love," thought Hermione.
"I love you, Hermonkey," Victoire said quite plainly.
"ohshit"
"Of course, Fleur darling, we would love to have Victoire! You and Hermione feeling a bit cooped up while Ginny is off trotting 'round the globe then, are you?"
"A bit, yes, and Hermione is in danger of drowning. Victoire is rather enthusiastic about her baths," Fleur confessed.
"Bring her whenever you're ready then, we can't have Hermione drowning before Ginny gets back, now, can we?"
"Thank you, Molly," Fleur told her, "we shall be there soon." With that Fleur pulled her head from the fire and took up a piece of parchment and a quill.
"We are thrilled that you are coming to dinner! Hermione and I will be at the club tonight, I hope to see you there… do you Tango? Fleur"
"Here you are, you handsome devil," Fleur said to the owl as she fastened the letter to his leg. She gave him a thin slice of beef, and his eyes glowed in appreciation. "And you may tell your mistress that there will be more substance to tonight's dancing as well…"
The owl had no idea what she meant, and Fleur was a bit confused as well. The need building inside her was just a little frightening, even to her.
"Molly and Arthur are waiting for her," Fleur announced as she entered Victoire's room, where Hermione was just finishing dressing her. "Darling, are you ready to go to Grandpapa's?"
"Hermonkey go too?"
"I'll take you to them sweetheart, but I'm going somewhere with Mama tonight, okay?" Victoire nodded and smiled.
"Mama Hermonkey," said Victoire, and she gave Hermione a very wet kiss.
"Maybe just one…" Hermione thought
"I'll just pack a bag for her," Fleur said as she watched Hermione puddle up. It didn't take long to pack.
"I'll be back soon," Hermione promised, taking the bag and extending her hand to Victoire.
"Of course, have fun my love, be a good girl, okay?"
Victoire nodded and tugged eagerly on Hermione's hand.
"You'll see me soon," Fleur told Hermione, and she went to her own room.
Besotted as she was with Victoire just then, Hermione did not register what Fleur had said.
xxx
"Easy does it lads," Bill whispered, "this is the tricky bit… that's done it, slowly… Merlin's Balls!... he breathed.
xxx
"Fleur?" said Hermione as she slowly opened the bedroom door. "I'm back, Vicky was quite happy when I left…"
"I am in the bath, do come in," Fleur answered. Hermione entered the bath and stopped short. Fleur was soaking in the tub, her breasts rising clear of the water. "Join me," Fleur said, "there is room." There was something in the air, an electric sort of feeling, and Hermione hesitated.
"Is that thrall that I feel?" she asked.
"Yes, we must talk. Come and join me," Fleur encouraged with a smile, "I won't eat you. Tonight." Hermione obeyed, but she did feel a distinct quiver deep inside. "Now then, relax," Fleur advised, but Hermione did jump a bit when Fleur's foot slid up the outside of her thigh. "It has been too long since I last freed her, the Veela is hungry. Also, she is gaining strength more rapidly than I expected."
"Should I call your mother? Or the midwife?"
"Non, this is good news, things are going well with the baby. You and Ginny are giving her what she needs. It is just that the feelings are coming sooner than with Victoire, and they are stronger. Grandmother warned me that it might be this way."
"Then do you need to – I mean, you know I will, I want to. Ginny and I talked about it. We'd rather be together with you the first time, but we want to do what's best for you and the baby."
"Thank you my sweet, but no, not just yet." Hermione's face must have shown a bit of disappointment, because Fleur's smile was gentle. "I do not want you or Ginny to be under the thrall when we first make love. I want it to be us, ourselves. Pansy has given me permission to focus it on her, and the dancing will suffice this time, but…"
"Yes?"
"You must be prepared to stun me if I lose control, I have never been in this position before, you see. If I seem to be going too far, stop me, please, but I must turn it loose, and it will be stronger than before."
Hermione felt a thrill shoot through her body at the thought. She decided that she didn't really feel sorry for Pansy after all.
"It is good that Bill is away, things progress differently, as I said; already the thought of a man's touch is troubling, and I am only six months."
"You aren't showing any at all," Hermione commented.
"Not yet, and that too is a good thing. In true Veela pregnancies the baby develops much as with humans, insofar as the formation of the child goes. Most of the growth in size occurs in the last month, however, it is an adaptation to allow flight for as long as possible."
"I see, that makes sense. Bill mentioned that this baby was from you and a "suitable Veela", do you know the donor? Will Ginny and I ever meet him?"
"There is no 'him', Hermione. There are no male Veela left, there have been none for nearly a hundred years."
"What happened?"
"There were always few male children among Veela, and their interest in the females was – tepid – at best."
"Oh, so they loved each other."
"Not precisely, they loved themselves Veela males were possibly the most beautiful creatures ever to live, and they seldom had any interest in any beings other than themselves. Most of them literally starved to death staring at their own reflections," Fleur said sadly. "And yes, it was a Veela male that spawned the tale of Narcissus, and it only got worse with time. That is why we started mixing with humans, to survive, and then the process was developed by which this baby will be born. We hope that in time the pure Veela will be able to breed more naturally, it is not without precedent in the animal kingdom."
"Oh, so this baby is important for more than the throne," Hermione ventured.
"Yes, the process is not always successful. But with you and Ginny with me, it will be."
"So shouldn't we just go ahead and…"
"Not yet," Fleur said with a smile, "you do not yet want me enough."
"I really kind of doubt that, Fleur," Hermione said, deadpan.
"You will see. I hope that Pansy has adequate staff on hand, for when the patrons see you tonight, they shall go mad with desire. And so of course require many drinks to put out the flames." Fleur stood and smiled down at Hermione. "But be prepared, n'est ce pas?"
Hermione stared after Fleur as she left the tub.
"I'm going to want her more?" Hermione thought in wonder. She whimpered a little.
xxxx
"Hermione and Fleur are coming tonight, Millie. I've already ordered extra and called everybody in. Should be a big night!"
"Great! Uh, Pans… I was wondering, I mean – "
"Spill it, Millie," Pansy encouraged.
"I'm worried about you and Fleur. I mean I'm worried about you. You're really gone on her, and that just can't-"
"Stop, Millie. I know that, and I do appreciate you worrying about me. But it's too late. If all I can have is scraps from the table, I still have to have them, you know?"
"You deserve better than that," Millie insisted.
"No. I really don't. But I'm not going to make it easy on her either. She asked if I could tango!"
"Shit. I'm going to check the booze order," Millie said seriously, "also the linens and stuff."
"Good idea Millie," said Pansy with a fire in her eyes. She retreated to her office and picked up the book she had obtained with a great deal of trouble.
xxxx
"Sit," Fleur commanded when Hermione entered the bedroom, Hermione sat at the dresser, and Fleur went to work on her.
"The makeup for you will be much like last time, but we shall do something a bit different with your hair." Fleur worked a potion into Hermione's hair, and Hermione felt herself relaxing under Fleur's attentions despite the fact that they were both nude. Fleur was clearly all business just now. She combed Hermione's hair over to one side, and somehow managed to tie the mass of it very close to her head, so that a burst of chocolate colored silk bloomed over her shoulder. Then Fleur did her makeup, and if anything, Hermione's lips were even redder than before.
"I will help you with your dress," Fleur told her as she helped Hermione from the chair.
"Where's the underwear?"
"You're wearing it," Fleur answered.
"Oh."
"Hold your arms straight up," Fleur said, and Hermione felt a mass of fabric descend over her. "I must be careful, you cannot step into this one," Fleur muttered. It was with some relief that Hermione felt the skirts fall well below her knees.
"Where's the top?"
"You're wearing it," Fleur answered, "go and see." Hermione timidly walked to the mirror.
"Oh my goodness!" exclaimed Hermione. And there was much goodness on display, her breasts were cradled by stiff red and black fabric and she was showing more cleavage than she thought that she had.
"Perfect," pronounced Fleur, "there are your shoes. I must get ready."
Hermione was not surprised to see that the shoes seemed to be more heel than anything else, but she did have to admit that the effect was dramatic.
Fleur brushed her hair severely back and knotted it at the nape of her neck, and this time her makeup was nearly a match for Hermione's, but with a touch more color in her cheeks. The dress was also similar to Hermione's as were the shoes.
"Tonight," said Fleur as she arranged her dress, "we Tango," and Hermione could almost see the mist of the thrall spreading out from Fleur.
"I have no idea how to Tango, Fleur."
"It will not matter; they will hold you and stare at your chest. Let us not keep Pansy waiting." Hermione followed Fleur down the stairs, and Fleur picked up a large flower from the table. "For your hair," she explained, and she pinned the scarlet blossom to the side of Hermione's head. "Please help me with mine," Fleur asked, and Hermione did the same for Fleur.
"Now then, for our Ginny," Fleur explained as she levitated a camera in front of them. Fleur struck a dramatic pose while clinging to Hermione's arm. "Look as if you want me," Fleur coached.
"I can do that," Hermione promised.
"Now then, look into the camera as if it were Ginny's eyes, and- pussy" whispered Fleur, and the flash went off.
Ginny later had the picture enlarged to the size of a pool table.
"Let us go," Fleur said, and Hermione continued to ride the whirlwind.
"Pansy might die," Hermione said as she and Fleur approached the door. The spillover from the thrall was growing stronger. Fleur made no reply, but nodded to the dumbstruck witch that held the door for them. Fleur and Hermione swept into the club and – came to an abrupt halt.
There stood Pansy in a men's black three-piece suit. It had fine grey pinstripes and she was wearing a grey silk shirt and a red silk necktie and black patent leather shoes. Her hair was plastered shining to her skull but for one perfect question mark on her forehead. Her eyes were shaded dark and her lashes were long and thick and her lips were even redder than Hermione's. She said not a word, but offered her arm to Fleur and escorted her to their table.
"Damn," said Hermione quietly.
"We didn't get enough booze," said Millie regretfully. "You look great, Hermione. Nice of you to let the twins out." Hermione smiled at Millicent. "
"Thanks. Do you know how to tango?"
"Nope. Pansy does, though. We'll find something to dance to after they finish up if you like. But I'm willing to settle for watching those two and trying to get a peek at your boobs."
"You say the sweetest things," Hermione said as she took Millie's offered arm.
Hermione could feel the thrall building as she and Millicent approached the table, servers scurried quickly back and forth as orders poured in to the bar, and those customers standing there signaled for refills.
"Christopher has it all set up," Pansy said as she looked hungrily at Fleur, "do you want a drink first?"
"Non," Fleur told her, and a hot breeze swept through the room. Conversation had ceased as everyone in the club stared at Fleur and Pansy and Hermione.
"Then let's dance," Pansy took Fleur by the hand and led her onto the floor in the silence, the only sound the click of their shoes on the floor. Fleur knelt and held out her hand, and Pansy took it and bowed her head over it. The lights went out, and Hermione swore that she saw a flash of blue fire from Fleur as she flung her thrall at Pansy. A spot shone on the couple, and as the music began Pansy yanked Fleur unresisting to her feet and into her arms, and they danced.
No one moved but for the dancers, and those watching felt a burgeoning warmth within them. Entranced, they watched the precise and formal movements of the dance, and the fire between the dancers made them feel like voyeurs watching the lovemaking of beings beyond their ken, while the thrall pinned them all helpless and filled them with longing. The harsh breathing of the dancers reached the ears of those watching, and their own breathing paced it, all of them were carried along with Fleur and Pansy as they danced.
Subtly at first, the dynamic changed, and Fleur assumed the lead, her strength increasing as the power of her thrall built, and Pansy yielded willingly as Fleur tossed her, and spun her away, and then snatched her fiercely back. It was more of a mortal struggle than a dance now, and in the darkness of the club hands slipped under skirts, and into blouses, and when it could be done while still watching, lips found lips.
Fleur grabbed Pansy's tie, and pulled their mouths fiercely together only to have Pansy wrench free and try to spin away once more. Fleur jerked her back, and she raised her free hand, and the world stood still as it waited for the blow to fall.
Hermione struggled to throw off the effects of the thrall, this was what Fleur had warned her of; by struggling to free herself, Pansy had triggered the primal part of the Veela, she had awakened the hunter. Hermione fumbled for her wand and approached the diorama that was Pansy and Fleur as the entire room breathed like one great beast. She raised her wand, and Pansy's eyes found hers, and then Pansy spoke clearly to Hermione.
"Don't," she said, "I know what I'm doing. I want this. Do it," she told Fleur, "do it!"
Hermione stumbled back as Fleur's hand cracked across Pansy's face.
"Again," begged Pansy.
Pansy ignored the slow trickle of blood from the corner of her lips, and she smiled and took Fleur in her arms, and they swept away once again.
Hermione found herself back at her table; Millicent was not in sight, but she only had eyes for Pansy and Fleur in any case. They warred together on the dance floor, and Hermione's hands were busy beneath her skirts while she stared at the thin trickle of scarlet on Pansy's pale face as she gave herself utterly to Fleur.
And then the music stopped, and Pansy was on the floor with Fleur's heel on the hollow of her throat, and Hermione thought that she saw, just as the orgasm took her, just as the lights went out; the pink of Pansy's tongue on Fleur's shoe.