Author: Lash_Larue

Title: "Torn"

Pairing:Ginny/Hermione– Pansy/Fleur

Rating: Adult

Summary: The thrall is unleashed, and Midnight isn't the only creature in the house with claws, doubts manifest

Warnings: Complicated relationships, sexual references

Word Count: 2465

Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling

The Hunters Part 30

"Torn"

"Where are we?" Hermione asked.

"Pansy's house," Ginny answered.

"Oh. Does she play the piano?"

"Dunno, never been in this room. This is just where the floo connection is."

"Greetings, Mistress Ginny, Mistress Hermione, I is Wesley, and I is at your service," said the bowing house-elf.

"Oh, right, thank you," Ginny replied in some confusion. "How did you know us?"

"Mistress Pansy is showing me a picture and telling me to take good care of you if you is ever here," Wesley explained. "My Mistress is liking you both very much, I thinks. Would you care for something to eat or drink? We has everything."

"No thank you, Wesley," Ginny answered, "can you direct us to the jungle room, though? Pansy is kind of busy tonight."

"Certainly, Mistress, follow Wesley."

The house-elf led the way through a wide doorway.

"He seems confident for a house-elf," Hermione ventured.

"I guess Pansy doesn't lord it over him," Ginny replied.

"Indeed not," Wesley responded, proving once again the keen hearing of house-elves. "Mistress Pansy is most fair and generous, Wesley loves Mistress Pansy."

"So do we," Ginny assured him.

"Wesley is glad to hear it, Mistress. Here is the door, Wesley doesn't go into this room, but if you needs anything, just ask for it, and it will appear on the bedside table."

"Thank you Wesley," Ginny said, "and it was nice to meet you." Wesley smiled and bowed and took his leave of them.

"This is beautiful!" exclaimed Hermione.

"Wait 'till you see the pool," Ginny told her, "I just hope Pansy and Fleur are alright…"

"I'm sure they'll be okay," Hermione said hesitantly.

xxxx

"Your idea is working Bill, those old wizards did have a pattern to their curses," Richardson told him, "we'll be finished here sooner than we thought."

"Just don't let's get careless at this point," Bill cautioned, "it's bad enough with all the Muggles hereabouts trying to kill each other, we don't need to harm ourselves."

"Too bloody right, Simpkins little mishap seems to have taught the pups a sense of caution. Strange sense of humor those old boys had though, dunno what good a willie the size of his leg is going to do Simpkins. Might start dating giants, I suppose."

"Won't work, every time he gets a boner he passes out," Bill informed him, "the mediwizards are working on him, but it might go better if they didn't keep laughing. Let's go and inventory the latest room. I think we've got most of the big stuff though, we seem to be getting into servant's territory now."

Bill took up a few sheets of parchment that he had charmed to duplicate the inventory on hidden sheets in his quarters. It was strictly against regulations, and he felt a bit guilty about it, but he wasn't quite sure how much that he trusted Smithers.

"Could be, but you never know what's going to be in the next chamber," Richardson put forward.

"True enough, that's why we open them all."

xxxx

"I've sent an owl to Pansy," Ginny told Hermione when she saw that she was awake. "Wesley says breakfast will be ready in 20 minutes. I think we'd better eat, it might hurt his feelings otherwise."

"Of course, do we have time for a quick rinse in the pool first?" Hermione asked hopefully.

"I don't think there is such a thing as a 'quick rinse' in that thing for you," Ginny responded, "not unless you're alone. I think you're part merperson."

"I don't recall you protesting much last evening…"

"You don't recall me protesting at all, 'cause I didn't, but we need to eat, breakfast, that is, and be ready to go back to Shell Cottage. I'm sure Pansy will let us come here whenever we like. Oh, poor choice of words, maybe."

"No, I'd say it was just about right. There is something about making love while weightless…"

"Go and rinse off will you?"

"You're no fun," Hermione pouted.

"I don't recall you saying that last evening either, now scoot. I'm really worried about them."

Hermione was too, and she did indeed rinse quickly and dress.

"Wesley, breakfast was marvelous!" Hermione told him as she put her fork down. "That was the best omelet I have ever had, bar none!" Wesley flushed in pleasure, and bowed.

"I is putting truffles in them, Mistress Hermione. They makes the difference," Wesley assured her.

"I believe you," Ginny acknowledged, "Pansy is lucky to have you."

"I feels the same about you and her, Mistress," Wesley returned, then his eyes bulged and he slapped his hands over his mouth in horror.

Hermione came to his rescue by asking for more coffee, and the relieved elf sprinted from the dining room.

"It seems you've made an impression around here," Hermione said archly. Ginny shrugged.

"You know everything I do. The owl is back," Ginny observed. The owl fluttered to a landing in front of Ginny, and pointedly extended a leg with no reply.

"Oooh-huh," the owl said, and both Hermione and Ginny thought that he sounded anxious.

"Let's go," Ginny said as she reached for Hermione's hand.

"No time for coffee, Wesley," Hermione called over her shoulder, "we need to check on Pansy and Fleur!"

Wesley halted in the kitchen doorway, and the cups and saucers rattled as his hands trembled.

Even in the sitting room at Shell Cottage, the mist of the thrall was evident, and it only got thicker as they mounted the stairs in growing trepidation. Fleur's bedroom door was closed, and the golden mist seeped from underneath it. From behind the door came muted moans.

"I'll go in," Ginny told Hermione, "you be ready to fetch Gwen, okay?"

"Okay, just be careful." Ginny nodded, and then moved to lay her ear against the door. She heard a loud purring, and she slowly eased the door open.

Fleur was on her back, her eyes closed and her limbs sprawled open. Pansy reclined on her side by Fleur, and gently rubbed circles on her belly with her fingertips.

"Is she purring?" asked Ginny.

"Finally," Pansy confirmed. "Sorry about the owl, I just couldn't stop long enough to reply. We're okay, don't worry." Ginny moved to stand by Pansy's side of the bed.

"You've got some pretty deep scratches," Ginny said as she looked at Pansy's back, "and…" Ginny roughly moved Pansy's leg aside. Her face turned white.

"I'm fine," Pansy assured her, "my period just picked an awkward time to start, that's all. Fleur wasn't at all rough, just thorough. And don't fret the mist, it's only leftovers, we got past the thrall hours ago."

"Are you lost?"

"No, more like found," Pansy said as she stared at Ginny. "Thank you for worrying about me. Frankly, if I hadn't had the memory of you to hang onto I might well be gone. That and Midnight, I could feel her stirring in my mind when it threatened to shut down."

"And what happens next time?" Ginny asked her.

"It won't get to that point again, the Veela is sated, and I think we can keep her happy now. Besides, look how big she is. It won't be long now."

Indeed, Fleur looked much larger than she had last evening, and while Ginny was watching a very noticeable bulge appeared on Fleur's belly and swooped across it.

"She's quite active now, want to feel?" Pansy asked, and Ginny placed her hand on Fleur's stomach.

"Push a little," Pansy encouraged. Ginny did, and shortly felt an answering pressure against her palm. "She's quite aware and responsive," Pansy told Ginny at the widening of her eyes.

"Can any number play?" Hermione called from the doorway.

"Sure," Pansy told her, "Ginny, can you take over the effleurage while I go and clean up? It keeps her calm, and you have a nice light touch."

"If you mean rubbing those little circles, glad too," Ginny agreed.

"That's what I mean, I learned about this with my Mum's last pregnancy. I have to say that it's much more fun doing it to Fleur, though," Pansy answered with a grin. Pansy headed to the bath.

" 'Mione, could you do a few cleaning spells over here? There's a bit of a mess," Ginny asked.

"Of course, oh! Are either of them injured?"

"Well, Fleur isn't, and Pansy says it's just an inopportune period."

"I'll go and check on her after I'm finished cleaning," Hermione told Ginny.

" 'Ermione, my love, is that you?" Fleur asked muzzily. Ginny motioned for Hermione to take her place.

"Yes Fleur, it's me," Hermione confirmed. "How do you feel?"

"Pregnant. Extremely pregnant," Fleur replied, "will you kiss me?"

"Of course," Hermione replied, and she softly kissed Fleur's lips. Fleur sighed into the kiss.

"Is Pansy alright?"

"Yes love, she's fine," Hermione assured her.

"Are you alright?" Ginny asked as she entered the bath. Pansy turned sharply at Ginny's entrance and let out a hiss of pain.

"Right," Ginny said as he produced her wand, "I'll start healing these scratches while you make up your mind to tell me what's really hurt, okay? And I'm not really buying the period business, you and Hermione and I are closer together than that."

"I'm fine, things might have gotten a little rougher than I let on, but I'm fine."

Ginny's eye fell on the steady flow of blood heading towards Pansy's knee.

"Yeah, and I'm Argus Filch. That's got the scratches, you've had worse. As for the other, St. Mungo's or Gwen? And those are your only two choices," Ginny told her plainly.

"You're hot when you're forceful, Gin," Pansy told her with a smile.

"I'm always hot, and I'm getting hotter while you're not telling me things. Make up your mind while you shower, no soaking for you until someone qualified has a look."

"Will you help me?" Pansy asked her.

"Always," Ginny promised, and she turned on the shower, dropped her clothes, and joined Pansy under the hot water.

"I like this," Pansy confessed as Ginny washed her hair.

"I'm glad."

"Do you like it too?"

"It is good to hold you, 'Ermione," Fleur told her, "I feel safe with you, and loved. The baby is growing so fast, I am a little frightened."

"Do you want to go to your grandmother's?"

"Not yet, but I would like a bath," Fleur said hopefully.

"No baths this late, I read the book, but I'll help you shower when Pansy is done."

"Pansy…" Fleur said as a cloud moved over her face, "I am afraid that I hurt her."

"So what happened, really?" Ginny persisted.

"Fleur was really giving it to me good," Pansy told her, "and I guess she lost control and transformed a little. I didn't much notice at the time, cause, well, it hurt so good you know? And I wasn't bleeding all that much, and I could tell the crisis was ending for her, so…"

"So you just lay there and bled? Okay, your call," Ginny admitted. "Your call then. Mine now. Gwen or St. Mungo's? And that big black pussycat has the same two choices, and don't you dare think different."

"Gwen then," Pansy opted, "why the sudden proprietary interest in my sweet bits?" she said teasingly.

Ginny did not reply aloud, but the look that she gave Pansy lit a fire in her heart, and set crickets chirping in her ears.

"Come on," Ginny commanded.

"Finished in there?" Hermione asked Ginny and Pansy upon their return.

"Yup, all yours," Ginny confirmed, and Hermione assisted Fleur from the bed. Ginny laid a hand on Hermione's shoulder to delay her.

"What's the best way to get in touch with Gwen?" Ginny asked her. "Pansy is injured a bit."

"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed. "I thought that blood didn't look… nevermind. There is a blue vial on the mantelpiece, just break it and she will come. She might as well look at Fleur too; things seem to be progressing more rapidly than anticipated."

"Right, Pansy, come with me please," Ginny led Pansy to her bedroom. "Lie down."

"I'm hungry," Pansy protested.

"I'll bring you something to eat, but lie down. Please? For me?"

"Yes Mum," Pansy answered, but she was pleased with the concern.

Ginny settled Pansy on the bed, tucked a folded towel under her, and then sprinted down the stairs, picked up the blue vial, and smashed it on the side of the hearth. A few moments later Gwen tumbled from the fireplace.

"What is wrong?" she asked as she got to her feet.

"Fleur is fine," Ginny hastened to assure her, "but she let the thrall loose on Pansy last night and things got a little out of hand. Pansy thinks Fleur transformed while her fingers were inside Pansy."

"Oh! You did well to call; I am familiar with these injuries. Please take me to her."

"Somebody else wanting to get between your legs, Pans," Ginny announced as she escorted Gwen into the room.

"It's hell to be popular," Pansy complained, "and I'm still hungry." Ginny knew this was Pansy's way of asking for privacy, and she left without a protest. She went down the hall to Fleur's room, but the shower was still running, so she made for the kitchen.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to take a look in there, Pansy," Gwen told her, "I'll use a numbing spell though, and so it shouldn't be too painful."

"Do what you need to, I might need that thing again someday," Pansy replied with a grin.

"It's not too bad," Gwen announced after a time, "I can mend the damage right enough, but nothing goes in there for at least 48 hours, do you hear me? If Fleur needs you, or you just feel frisky, keep it above the waist or below the knees, clear?"

"Yes ma'am," Pansy answered her, "and thanks for coming, I really didn't want to have to explain this to some healer at St. Mungo's."

"Pansy, you are as close to being a flock member as a non-Veela can be. We can never pay our debt to you. You are a remarkable and very beautiful woman, and I feel privileged to treat you. In fact, when this is done, when the baby is here, if you want…"

"Thank you," Pansy said softly, "and I'm very flattered. Heck, eight months ago I would have dragged you home in an instant. Things are kind of confused inside my heart just now, though, but I can use a friend. And if you ever feel like dancing, I've got a special table for you at my club."

"Don't fall for it Gwen" advised Ginny as she entered with a tray, "you'll just be up to your neck in horny women."

"I could stand to hear a little more about this club," Gwen admitted.