Author: Lash_Larue
Title: "Enthrallment"
Pairing:Ginny/Hermione– Pansy/Fleur
Rating: Adult
Summary: The thrall is discussed, the queen is impatient
Warnings: Complicated relationships, sexual references
Word Count: 2114
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling
The Hunters Part 31
"Enthrallment"
"This won't be as good as what Wesley fed us, but it should help keep body and soul together," Ginny said as she arranged Pansy's tray. "Eat it all, and then try and take a nap, okay?"
"I've been in bed since dinner last night," Pansy protested.
"Don't pretend you were sleeping, and you lost a fair bit of blood as well. Right, Gwen?"
"Not a truly dangerous amount, but some rest would be a good idea. I'll go and check on Fleur now. Thank you again, Pansy, and I look forward to going to your club," Gwen said as she left.
"Suit yourself," Ginny called after her, "but don't say I didn't warn you!" Gwen's laughter drifted back to them.
"Let me know if you want something else," Ginny told Pansy.
"Thanks, this is great, I really am hungry," Pansy replied, "and thanks for helping me last night."
"I wasn't here, Pans."
"Enough of you was."
Ginny was puzzled by that, but chose not to comment.
"What's it like?" Ginny asked instead. "The thrall I mean, what's it like being the focus of it?"
"Depends," Pansy said, and then she paused to eat a sausage. "When we were dancing it was just a struggle of wills, but I wasn't conscious of anything in the world, but her. Nothing else existed for me. When she got stronger I couldn't even see her, but I was completely aware of her at all times." She sipped some tea and had a bite of toast.
"But making love - no, having sex with her under the thrall…" Pansy drifted into silence.
"You don't have to talk about it," Ginny told her, but Pansy shook her head slowly.
"I want to, I want you to understand what you… it's different from the dancing, it's like you don't exist at all, except for the part of you that is in contact with her. Try and imagine your entire consciousness, your complete sense of self, contained in the part of you that Fleur's mouth is on, or that her fingers are touching. It's like – Merlin, this is hard to describe – imagine that there is a life-sized replica of you made out of darkness, and that this replica is in an absolutely lightless room, suspended, weightless, no sound, no sight, no feelings at all. And then Fleur touches this figurine, and where that touch is, you are born, feeling, hearing, tasting, smelling, all at once, and with all of your existence." Pansy's eyes were far away, and she fell silent and sipped some more tea.
"It's astonishing, overwhelming, when her fingers were inside me – I'm guessing that making love with Fleur is a bit better than okay, am I right?"
"That's fair to say," Ginny agreed.
"Well, with the thrall, it's everything there is, and it's all that there is. I'd have an absolutely shattering orgasm, and when she moved away from me I mostly wasn't there at all. It was almost like I didn't exist. Midnight was moving in my head, but it wasn't like usual, she was separate from me, not a facet of me. I think that if I had gotten truly lost that you would have found her when you came in this morning, but without my thoughts within her."
"That might have gone ill," Ginny speculated.
"She knows you, and would never harm you, but she would have been merely a jaguar."
"So what kept that from happening?" Ginny asked.
"You."
"How?" Ginny asked, reeling.
"Because no matter how powerful the thrall was, how intense the pleasure, how overpowering Fleur's sexuality was, my heart remembered being cherished by you, and simply refused to turn loose of it. Because, Ginny, that one night with you changed me in ways I'm only beginning to realize. I know that you and Hermione are together, and it's obvious how much you care for each other, and it might not be fair of me to say this, but if I were in your place, I'd want to know it." Pansy paused and drank some orange juice, and then she took a deep breath.
"Because that night with you was so far beyond anything I've ever known or imagined, so far beyond sex, even with Fleur, that I would rather have the memory of that night than any possible physical encounter with anyone else alive." Pansy finished her tea, and Ginny swallowed right along with her.
"That's how," Pansy finished.
"Pansy, I can't-" Pansy held up her hand to stop her.
"I know. And the beauty of this is that I don't need you to, not really. I'm happy. I have what I need, and I can still be friends with you and Hermione and not resent the fact that you love her more, or at least differently, than you do me. It's okay. And I really hope that both of you will stay a part of my life after this child is born. Business really has been great since you two showed up," Pansy said with a grin.
"Right," Ginny said, returning the smile, "now finish breakfast and let me tuck you in. You should rest while you can."
"Yes, Mum."
xxxx
"Another good test result, Arthur," Pye told him.
"Splendid! How long before we can say I'm cured, then?"
"Cancer isn't like a broken bone, Arthur," Pye explained, "especially once it's spread like yours has. We can beat it down, but there is always the potential for it coming back. There are still some signs of it, but the growth is negligible at this point. Your body is fighting back vigorously, and for the moment you seem to be winning, or at least holding your own, and that is thrilling news. But we have to keep our eyes peeled."
"Constant Vigilance!" cried Arthur.
"Precisely," Pye agreed with a smile.
xxxx
"So, how's things in here?" Ginny asked, as she let herself into Fleur's room.
"Really good," Gwen replied, "moving along swiftly, though. Fleur, you need to get ready to go to your grandmother's, the baby could come at any moment."
"But there are three weeks left," Fleur protested.
"I guess we forgot to tell the young queen that. This is well within the window of normal gestation, don't worry. In fact, I've never seen such a responsive child while still in utero, I suspect she's just anxious to put faces to all these voices. And in any case, she's in charge here, and she's letting me know she's ready. Tomorrow should be soon enough, and you and Pansy need to rest up some in any case, but be sure and move around regularly. Use the floo when you come; it's easier on both of you than Apparition at this point, and I'll pad the hearth just in case. Here," Gwen gave Fleur another blue vial, and a red one.
"Break the blue one if you need me before you leave, and don't hesitate to use it for either you or Pansy. If you have time, break the red one before you floo to the flock home, but don't worry about it if you forget it. I'll expect you all tomorrow evening. Oh, if your water breaks, come straight away, right?"
"Right," Hermione promised. "I'll walk with you to the floo, Gwen." Gwen and Hermione left the room.
"Bill!" Fleur and Ginny exclaimed at the same time.
"He was not planning to come until closer to the due date, I do not think that he can get here in time," Fleur said in concern.
"Well, to be frank, he wasn't going to be at the birth anyhow," Ginny pointed out, "heck, he might as well finish up the project before he comes back."
"I know that you are right, Ginny, but I feel… truly I feel terrible that I do not miss him more. Can you understand this? Can you forgive me?"
"I know you love him, Fleur, Merlin knows you've proved that time and again. But this is different than Victoire's birth; this child belongs to her flock more than to Bill, although I know he'll love her. And frankly, I feel like she belongs to me and Hermione and Pansy more than to Bill. Can you forgive me for that?" Ginny asked.
"I feel the same way, and of course you are right, and it is really best that Bill is not here, for a man is the last thing I want right now. And Bill is very much a man…"
"Okay, that's enough of that," Ginny said briskly, "you should eat, what can I bring you?"
"I am perfectly capable of waddling down the stairs," Fleur said in amusement. "Oh! Pansy! How is she?"
"She's fine; I put her to bed in my room."
"How badly was she injured?" Fleur asked. "And do not shield me, I know that Gwen treated her, and I know that I lost control at some point."
"She had a few scratches," Ginny admitted. Fleur raised an eyebrow. "Okay, some of the scratches were in a delicate area, but she'll be fine. The playground is off limits for a couple days, that's all."
"I can never repay her," Fleur murmured, "never."
"Then it's a good thing you don't have to. Now, if you're going downstairs, let's go. I'm not going to let you waddle down them alone."
Fleur insisted on stopping to look in on Pansy, who was peacefully asleep with a smile on her face.
"Such an extraordinary woman," Fleur whispered to Ginny.
"Yes, she is, life can always surprise you, can't it?" Ginny replied. "It's sure been surprising me, lately."
"Fleur!" exclaimed Hermione. "You should be in bed!"
"Whatever for, 'Ermione my sweet? Did Gwen tell you that?"
"Well, no, but-"
"The more exercise I get before the delivery the better it will be for both of us. And, unlike Pansy, I did get some sleep. However I will consent to let you bring me my breakfast, I am supremely clumsy now and would no doubt break things."
"Fleur, you're bigger than you were an hour ago," Hermione said in stunned wonder.
"Oui, I can feel her growing. Gwen is right, it will not be weeks. I must send a letter to Bill."
"Can he get mail?" Ginny asked.
"Oui, through Gringotts. They have set up a secure means of communicating; I simply send the letter to his office by owl. He should have it tomorrow," Fleur shrugged, "that is all that I can do."
"I'll get you a quill and parchment," Ginny told her.
"How do you want your eggs?" Hermione asked.
"No eggs, please, pancakes and bacon?"
"Anything you want, as long as I can cook it. And I think that I can just about manage pancakes and bacon," Hermione allowed.
"This will be fun," Ginny said as she took a seat, "here's your stuff, Fleur."
Hermione stuck her tongue out at Ginny.
"Oh, I need to send an owl to Wesley to let him know Pansy is okay. I'm sure he's worried," Ginny said as she took a piece of parchment for herself.
"Why don't you just floo over?" Hermione asked.
"Good idea, I'll be right back."
"You might see if there are any leftovers from breakfast," Hermione suggested as she looked doubtfully at the mixing bowl.
xxxx
"It's too soon," Percy told Penny, "I'm too young, too inexperienced."
"Nonsense, Percy," she countered, "Kingsley wouldn't have offered you the job if he didn't think you were right for it."
"I still have to be confirmed by the Wizengamot," he temporized.
"And they either will or they won't," Penny conceded, "but I believe that they will. You've shown your abilities, Percy."
"Deputy Minister Percival Weasley", he said aloud, "it does have a nice ring to it at that."
"It surely does, I just love it when you take charge, darling," Penny told him.
"Well then," Percy said as he lifted her in his arms, "I think dinner can wait for a bit."
xxxx
"Mistress Ginny! Is my mistress well?" Wesley asked anxiously.
"She's fine, Wesley. We thought it would be quicker for me to floo back and tell you than mess with an owl," Ginny explained.
"Thank you, Mistress," Wesley said, his eyes brimming with tears of relief, "I appreciates you taking the time to tell me."
"You're welcome, Wesley. I know how much you love her, and knew you'd be worried."
"Yes, Mistress Ginny. Can Wesley get you anything while you're here?"
"Is there anything left from breakfast?"
"Wesley will fix a hamper for you; I is just finishing some sticky buns. Mistress Pansy really likes sticky buns."
Ginny managed not to laugh, but it was a near thing.