Author: Lash_Larue
Title: "Stronger"
Pairing: Ginny/Hermione, Fleur/Hermione, Ginny/Pansy
Rating: Adult
Summary: As the pregnancy advances, the thrall grows stronger, and the dance more purposeful
Warnings: Sexual references, some violence
Word Count: 3280
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling
The Hunters Part 22
"Stronger"
Hermione awoke gently to a feeling of vast contentment, despite being on her back, which was a bit unusual. The reason for that became apparent when she realized that a warm and very soft hand was holding her right breast and that the attached pale and slender arm trailing across her chest effectively prevented her from turning over. Certainly not without disturbing the hand, which she did not wish to do. The arm was attached to a lovely shoulder, and above that was a silver-blond head pillowed on Hermione's own shoulder.
"Wow…", Hermione whispered, and she looked past the silver and saw a spread of fiery red, and a familiar freckled arm around Fleur's waist.
She remembered the easy talk of friends, the sight of Pansy sitting curled at Fleur's feet while Fleur ran her fingers through Pansy's hair. She remembered the desire building in her, and the tentative shower, and… the sight of Fleur, the feel and the taste of her, the sight of Ginny as she arched above Fleur, the look on Ginny's face as she watched Hermione smear Fleur's come on her breasts. She remembered the feel of Fleur's lips on her inner thigh, the feel of her tongue on –
"Mama…"
"Perhaps a nice goldfish."
"Mama Ginny …"
"She'll go back to sleep, it's early."
"Mama Hermonkey…"
"A ficus then, or perhaps an air fern."
"MamaGinnyMonkey!"
Resignedly Hermione began to gently extract herself from the untidy tangle of her lovers, resenting herself for being an early riser.
"Merlin's sake," she muttered as she assumed a sitting position on the side of the bed, "it's only – oh, wow… wake up you wanton trollops! It's quarter nine and I've got to get to work!"
"Oh dear," Fleur gasped as she shook off sleep and made to rise. Ginny's arm reflexively tightened around her waist, and Fleur couldn't help but smile as she struggled to free herself. Hermione whipped the covers off the bed and dragged her fingernail up the bottom of Ginny's foot.
That worked.
"What?" Ginny said resentfully.
"Get up, Victoire has been quite patient enough with us, I have to get to work and I don't even have time to shower, much less eat!" Hermione answered her.
" 'Ermione, my love," Fleur said as she delicately sniffed the air near Hermione, "you must take the time to shower, do you see?"
"Oh. Yeah."
"Use mine, it is closer, Ginny shall get your clothes ready and I shall make our apologies to the so-patient Victoire. We shall have to wait for the next time to bask in the afterglow properly, n'est ce pas?" Fleur turned Hermione towards the bath and gave her an encouraging pat on the bottom. Hermione giggled.
"Hermione never giggles," Ginny commented.
"There are many fewer 'nevers', since last night, Ginny my –"
"MAMA!"
Fleur fled down the hallway.
"Right," Ginny said aloud, "first 'Mione's clothes, then Vicky's breakfast, then a shower, and then throw these sheets in the laundry, and then... wow…"
xxxx
"This is the biggest find ever, Bill," Rigdon, one of Bill's assistants said as they looked over the newly de-cursed room.
"I think you're right. I've been keeping a catalog as we go; there is really some extraordinary stuff here."
"Are you taking any leave, then, Bill?"
"Not until the baby is ready to come, Fleur understands, and my sister is staying with her. She's well looked after. Any road, these curses are vicious! That last lot nearly got me!"
xxxx
"The girls are coming for dinner tonight Arthur," Molly reminded him over breakfast.
"As if I'd forget that! Do you need me to pick up anything on the way home from work, Molly?"
"Not that I can think of."
"Well, message me if you think of something. I could pick up a nice cake for dessert, perhaps a wedding sort of thing, you know, to jog things along, like," he suggested.
"I think you'd do better to simply ask them if they've thought of a date dear. They're grownups."
"Right. Well, I'm off!" Arthur kissed Molly on the cheek and then stepped into the fire.
"But it wouldn't hurt a thing to hang my wedding dress somewhere it's sure to be seen," Molly said to Crookshanks, who had moved in at the burrow to be closer to his gnomes. He stared at her with his yellow eyes, but made no reply.
"Here you are," Molly said as she tossed him a bit of bacon, "and you needn't scold so, I was only thinking aloud."
xxxx
"Did you enjoy your visit?" Fleur asked Hermione and Ginny upon their return.
"It was great," Ginny answered, "Hermione's folks got along well with mine. Although we did get more than a few unsubtle hints that we should get married. Shoot, at dinner two weeks ago Mum had her dress hanging in the parlor. Just to 'air it out', Merlin…"
"As in right away," confirmed Hermione, "we should never have let our mothers get together. I'm afraid they are going to simply going to show up with a minister and have at it."
"Then why not marry? Professors McGonagall and Hooch did," Fleur pointed out.
Ginny and Hermione looked at each other, communing silently.
"We've talked about it of course," Ginny answered her, "it's just that things are so up in the air right now. Bill is gone, and there is a month left of the season even if we don't make the cup round, and," Ginny shrugged.
"Frankly, the more we look into the institution of marriage the less we like it," Hermione admitted. "It seems to have been designed to restrict people, especially women. Our commitment to each other does not require the validation of the Ministry."
"No, it does not," agreed Fleur, "but there are the legal aspects to consider. For instance, if Ginny were to be injured in a match, outside of marriage you would have no say in her treatment. If she could not speak for herself, who would speak for her? Would either of you wish for your parents to make those decisions for you? And what of the home you shall someday have, the treasures of your life together? These are merely practical things, and they pale beside love. But they do not disappear."
"You make a good point, Fleur, we'll consider it carefully," Hermione told her.
"Yeah, and those other rings would look good with these…"
"And you, my Ginny, would be simply stunning in my gown. We are still girls at heart, n'est ce pas? Now who is going with me to the club tonight?"
"My turn," Ginny spoke up, "Hermione went last time and I'll be gone most of next week."
"The thrall keeps getting stronger," Hermione cautioned, "I can barely remember any of it, even the dancing."
"Pansy is superb in her role as the Other," Fleur told them, "she presses me to the limit, every time, and so the thrall must get stronger. In fact, the last time we struggled to a draw. I could not bend her to my will. She was magnificent, standing defiant before me even though her strength cannot match mine physically when the thrall takes hold within me."
"Doesn't it set things back if she does not submit? Hermione inquired.
"No, defeat is a part of life, even for a queen, she must know that defeat is possible, else she may become complacent."
"Uneasy is the head that wears the crown," Hermione quoted, and Fleur nodded agreement.
"It is even possible that one day Pansy may force me to submit, she is very strong, but so far she has only resisted, never struck back."
"Was she hurt?" Ginny asked.
"Bruised," admitted Fleur, "but at least she allows me to heal her now. We contend too often for her to forego that."
"Did she hurt you?" Hermione demanded.
"Non, she never raises a hand to me. Were she truly an enemy, she would die instantly if she did so, for we would be observed closely by the flock. She opposes me with her will alone."
"It sounds risky," Hermione protested, "suppose she lost control and hurt you, or hurt the baby? Should we ask for help from your Grandmother?"
"Pansy won't hurt me," Fleur promised, "and she would perish in flames before she risked hurt to our child."
"Our child?" Ginny asked sharply.
"Oui, this child belongs to her as well as the three of us. She needs all of us. Pansy no less than me."
"So what's the theme for tonight?" Hermione inquired.
"The Lambada," Fleur answered silkily, "I must do this one before I get too fat."
xxxx
"Okay, I've got the booze and food on the way Pans," Millie told her, "how's the extra help looking?"
"Lined up deep. I figure we'll have a crew hang out in the back until the fire dies down, that way we can have a crew ready to work while the first shift is shagging under the bar."
"We need to think about expanding," Millie ventured.
"This won't last that much longer, Mills, we'll just ride it while we can. What do you think of my outfit?" Pansy held up a scrap of red cloth and a black skirt that was quite full for something so short.
Millie whistled.
"Damn! What's she wearing tonight?" There was no need to specify who 'she' was.
"No idea, that's part of the fun."
"I just wish I could remember it better," Millie complained, "I mean, you two are so hot together, but everything just blurs out."
"You remember the best parts, Millie, it's pretty much all the same after the music gets going."
xxxx
"What do you think?" Fleur asked upon entering the sitting room.
"Fuck," breathed Ginny.
"Right there with you, love," Hermione seconded.
Fleur's hair was confined in an elaborate french braid, she had on form-fitting black pants and black boots, a white silk shirt and a grey vest. The shirt was open nearly to her waist, and obviously contained nothing but Fleur.
"So this is good, you think?" Fleur asked again.
"Yes. Good," confirmed Ginny, "let's go. Don't wait up, Hermonkey."
"She's my monkey too, don't forget that." Fleur blew her a kiss, and Hermione shivered. The thrall was already building.
"Of course I am, my Hermione. We shall see you later, pleasant dreams."
Ginny and Fleur left, and Hermione went and checked on Victoire before stepping into the shower. One need not sleep in order to have pleasant dreams.
Pansy greeted them at the door, and Ginny and Fleur both gazed appreciatively at her. The short skirt she had on swung freely as she moved, and the red halter did more to tease than to conceal.
"Perfect," said Fleur and Pansy in unison.
"I have some food ready," Pansy told them, "nothing too heavy, just good for the body."
Pansy led the way to their table, and the invisible mist that poured from Fleur in reaction to the presence of the Other spread throughout the room. Business at the bar picked up.
"Sushi, it's new on the menu," Pansy explained, "we got a new chef who's really good. I haven't dared serve it before. Tell me what you think?"
Fleur took a piece with her fingers and chewed it slowly; Pansy watched the movement of her throat when she swallowed. Ginny watched Pansy watch Fleur, and absently chewed her own selection.
"Quite delicious," Fleur complimented, and the smile Pansy gave her at the words caused an immediate deepening of the thrall. Ginny rubbed the back of her neck and struggled to retain her focus. Hermione had been right, it was much stronger.
In fact, several couples had already retreated into dark places within the club, and the dance had not even begun. Ginny resolved to stick with mineral water for the evening. And in truth that was all that Pansy had provided to this point. But Ginny had to admit that it went well with the sushi, and they each sampled several varieties.
"Hermione will love this," Ginny said appreciatively, "I'll be sure and tell her about it."
"Shall we?" Pansy asked, and Fleur held out her hand to Pansy. By now people left the floor as soon as they saw Fleur and Pansy approach it, and Christopher happily started the music.
Ginny watched entranced s they danced, their legs arched strongly, and she noticed again how long and sculpted Pansy's legs really were…
"I have studied dance since I was four," Pansy had told her, "it didn't show at Hogwarts because of the curse my father had me under. Grace was no longer part of his plan for me."
Never facing each other, they danced to the compelling beat, and Ginny was certain now that she could see a faint golden mist spreading from the couple.
Pansy could see nothing at all but the remembered image of Fleur's face; however she could intimately feel precisely where every part of Fleur was, and so the dancing was all of the body. Their minds were involved in a different sort of struggle.
Ginny shook her head to clear it, and took a drink of water. She didn't startle at the touch of the hand on her thigh, though, she merely turned and looked.
"Hi, I'm Leslie," the girl told her. Ginny smiled, Hermione had told her about Leslie. "Listen, I know you're taken and all, and I've already got your autograph, but could I just feel you up a little while I wank off to those two? Hell, nobody's gonna remember. Not even me, unfortunately."
"Sure kid," Ginny told her, "stay out of the knickers though."
"Okay! And umm, if you should want to, you know… I'm not wearing knickers myself."
"Pretty much a waste of time," Ginny agreed. "We'll see." But Leslie was already lost in the dance, her hand sliding easily over Ginny's thigh.
"Yield…", demanded Fleur.
"Make me…"
The dance shifted from Lamabada to the older Maxixe form, the truly forbidden dance, and it became more of a frenzied coupling than a passionate dance. Leslie tried to pull Ginny's hand into her lap, but gave up and took care of things herself. Ginny did briefly caress one of Leslie's breasts though, as a favor to a fan.
Ginny found that she really was better able to hold off the thrall, but whether from repeated exposure to it, or from the distraction that Leslie's efforts to get into her knickers provided, or because she had had no alcohol she couldn't say, but in any case she was reasonably aware when it happened. Fleur reached out and tore the halter from Pansy, and then spun behind her and ran her hands over Pansy's breasts as she whispered to her.
"Yield! I am your world… you exist for me."
Pansy twisted to free herself, and Fleur's nails left bloody tracks across her breasts, Pansy scarcely noticed that, but her feet tangled with Fleur's and Ginny clearly heard the snap as she landed awkwardly on the floor. The bright flare of pain did what the caresses alone could not, and Pansy looked up into the blazing eyes above her - "You are my world," she acknowledged, and she pressed her lips to Fleur's calf.
Fleur shuddered, and she turned to the table and saw Ginny watching. Her face was nearly free of the thrall's effects that had the rest of the room paralyzed. Even Christopher seemed to be elsewhere.
"Help her!" Fleur called out, and Ginny pried the quivering girl's hand from her thigh and hurried to Pansy's side.
"I'm fine," Pansy protested, "I've had broken bones before. My father was strict. I'm fine."
"You are a Goddess," Fleur corrected her, "Ginny, take her to St. Mungo's, quickly."
"No, take Fleur home first," Pansy demanded. "Don't worry, Fleur, I'll go, I know better than to have an amateur heal bones after what happened to Harry. You two get me to the office; I'll get Millie to take me when this wears off."
"Fuck that," Ginny said flatly, "we'll get you to the office, and I'll take Fleur home, but I'll be back for you. I'll be back before this thrall wears off." Pansy agreed, perhaps more to save time than anything else, and Fleur and Ginny installed her securely in her office. Ginny covered her with a coat from the nearby rack.
"I'm not cold," Pansy protested.
"Not now, maybe, but I heard that bone break, and you might yet go into shock. I'll be right back, don't go anywhere." Pansy grinned at her, but gasped an instant later.
"Take her, Ginny, I can get home on my own," Fleur urged.
"No!" snapped Pansy, "we take no chances with you, or with her. Now beat it so Weasley can get back here, okay?"
They went.
"Is it always like that?" Ginny asked.
"It is an ugly thing, to break someone's will," Fleur told her.
"I could never do what Pansy does," Ginny admitted.
"No, you could not. Few could. Pansy however, is strong enough to yield, and remain unbroken."
"But why-"
"That is between Pansy and I, as you know. We are here, go."
"Not until you're inside, Pansy would kick my ass if something happened to you tonight." They were in the kitchen in a moment, and Hermione padded in from the sitting room, wrapped in a soft terry robe.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, picking up on the tension.
"Pansy fell, I have to get back and get her to a real healer. It looks like a simple broken arm, and it shouldn't be a big deal, but I'll stay with her until I'm sure she's okay," Ginny told her.
"Of course you must, go, we're okay here," Hermione agreed. Ginny gave her a quick kiss and sprinted for the Apparition point. "Can I get you something, Fleur?"
"A glass of wine would be nice, thank you. And then I want to kiss every bit of you, if that is alright."
"Red wine or white?" asked Hermione as she unfastened her robe.
The patrons and staff were beginning to rouse when Ginny returned to the club, and she hurried to the office.
"That was fast," Pansy greeted her.
"Quidditch training, how are you? Any chills? Dizziness?"
"Nope, just a dull ache. Hell, these scratches on my tits hurt worse than the arm," Pansy confessed.
"Scratches I can deal with," Ginny assured her, "I'll fix those up and then you can put on a shirt so you don't start a riot at the hospital." Pansy threw the coat aside and rolled gingerly onto her back. "Merlin, those are deep," observed Ginny, "I didn't know Fleur's nails were so dangerous."
"She partially transformed," Pansy told her, "I pushed back really hard tonight."
"Hold still, this might sting a little," Ginny said as she drew the tip of her wand along the gouges. She followed the wand with her fingers, checking that the flesh was healing smoothly so as to leave no scars. She heard a slight intake of breath as her fingers trailed over a freshly-healed nipple. "Sorry, did that hurt?"
"I wouldn't say hurt exactly," Pansy replied, "are you sure you aren't doing this just so you can play with my tits?"
"Of course not!" Ginny protested, and she conscientiously finished the healing spells. Then she moved her face close to Pansy's, so that her hair trailed across the bare skin. "I'm doing this just to play with your tits," she said, and she lowered her mouth to Pansy's breasts.
"Ahh, fuuuckk…" moaned Pansy.
"Oh, we will, I promise, but let's get this arm fixed first; you're going to need it."