Hermione slowly regained consciousness. She first became aware of profound feelings of security, intimacy, and safety. She felt enveloped by a benevolent and loving presence. Then she became aware that she was curled up in bed with someone hugging her close from behind, spooning. Her eyes snapped open and glanced down at the hand on her breast. The freckles on the hand and the numbers of them extending up the arm gave her the first clue. It was a woman's hand, her second clue. She shifted around and faced Ginny. The memory of her encounter with this brilliant woman now came flooding back. She leaned forward and kissed Ginny on her cheek.
Hermione was trembling slightly. Why did her nipples hurt? What time was it? THE TIME! How long had she been asleep? There was a clock on Ginny's bedroom wall that declared the time as 2:00 PM. What time did all this start? Hermione traced the events of the day back to approximately 10:00 AM when she left the kitchen and climbed the stairs to Ron's room. Suppressing the memory of that encounter she then recalled her shock as Ginny showed her the lewd letters and photos she had received. From that shock and emotional turmoil was born the intimate encounter with Ginny that induced sheer primal joy. Even now as she gazed at Ginny's untainted beauty her feelings of gratitude swelled, seasoned with a generous dose of lust.
No time for that. Hermione jumped up and began to dress. They had missed lunch. What was Fleur going to say? What would everybody think? Remembering what Ginny had said about the difficulty of keeping secrets in this house a deep crimson blush rose up Hermione's chest and face. She just had to face it and manage it. Right now, she had to get back to the kitchen. Hermione dressed quickly. Casting the counter spell to unlock the door, but leaving the silencing spell in place, she softly closed the door behind her and tripped down the stairs into the kitchen.
Fleur was the only occupant in the room. She was preparing vegetables for the evening meal. As Hermione approached she looked up and smiled. Swiftly closing the distance to her Fleur wrapped her arms around her and kissed her cheek, "Mon Ami," she whispered. Just as swiftly she shifted her hand to Hermione's shoulders and held her at arm's length.
"You 'ave been bizzy my leetle friend?" she inquired. Hermione's blush returned. "Aah Oui!"
Then she grasped Hermione's right hand, raised it to her face, and inhaled deeply. Her pupils dilated, her lips parted in surprise, and her nostrils flared. Hermione became aware of the magical allure projecting from this beautiful creature.
"Non! But alone?"
"Fleur, how do you know all this?" Hermione objected.
"Mon ami. You reek of sex. I could smell eet as you come down ze stairs. Your bouquet, eet is intoxicating and so very sensual. But only your bouquet? I do not smell semen. I do not detect the scent of the male. Ron, ee iz not helpful?"
Hermione was blushing heavily now. "No," she replied but declined to explain further.
"Oh! Mon amour! You must call Fleur for help next time. I love to revel in your exciting bouquet and lap your wonderful juice. Non? Oh, but you cannot be this way now, mon amour. Your bouquet is too powerful, too alluring. You are too, too, too seductive. Go wash yourself. You have time." Hermione made a mental note that Fleur had shifted from 'Mon ami' to 'Mon amour.'
Hermione turned and rushed upstairs to shower and change, with a hot face. She returned 20 minutes later, freshly washed in clean clothes. Somehow she was beginning to feel more normal. When she passed by Ginny's room on the way to the showers she had peeked in and the fragrance in the room hit her with an erotic force. Her pussy grew damp. Why had she not been aware of this before? There were so many lessons that were being revealed to her today. She closed the door. This was not something that she ever imagined possible. As she showered she made a mental note to research suppressing charms to extinguish the bouquet.
Following Hermione's return to the kitchen, Ginny descended ten minutes later. "Mon Dieu!" exclaimed Fleur. She rushed to the staircase and met her at the bottom. Embracing her and inhaling her fragrance she lifted her hand right hand to her face and, as she had done with Hermione, inhaled. A knowing grin came across her face. Continuing to hold her hand she walked Ginny over to where Hermione was working.
"Your amoureuse! Non? Both of your érotique bouquets are here, indicating Ginny's hand, but on Hermione's hand only Hermione. Pourquoi donc?"
"Ginny, go take a shower," Hermione commanded. "And fresh clothes. I will explain later."
Ginny promptly retreated and Hermione turned to Fleur. "Can you keep a secret?" she inquired.
"Oui, mon amour."
So, they sat at the big table, side by side, and Hermione whispered the whole story to her beginning with her encounter at Ron's door. No details were omitted. For Hermione, this was not simply the sharing of idle gossip or wasteful bragging. Her purpose was to, hopefully, seek advice from Fleur and put into perspective all the shocks she had experienced that day. Fleur, for her part listened attentively and did not interrupt. Now Ginny had returned.
"But I am zo happy for you, mon amour, and you too Ginny. What a wonderful encounter and such a gift you received from a special and loving friend. Eet is a life-long gift, mon amour. But eet ez troubling to you the behavior of your male friend. Non? Then, also, there is the misfortune of the letters. Oui?"
Hermione sensed Fleur knew much and would explain all this in ways that she could understand. "Oui," Hermione answered.
Fleur smiled at her response.
"I must try to use my best English so that there are no mistakes in the understanding. So, be patient with me as I will speak slowly and sometimes stop to think of the right word and how to pronounce. First, Muggle and Magic folk all have the same brains. If you remember nothing from my words, remember this one thing, 'Our brain is our biggest sex organ.' Both of you, say that to me now"
In unison, Hermione and Ginny answered together, "Our brain is our biggest sex organ."
"Bien mes amours. At the center of this brain of ours is an ancient part, older than all the other parts that developed later. But it still exists in its original form when life (pause) emerged from the sea. Muggles call it the Amygdala. It sits on top of our brain stem and it responds to all stimulus. That is its purpose, stimulus response. Fear? Hunger? Danger? Pain? Sex? These are the most powerful stimuli and the Amygdala responds swiftly and urgently to those most powerful stimuli. Ze responses it produces, have not changed since it was created. It has also been called the lizard brain. Comprendre, mes amours?"
The girls nodded in ascent, but a little unsure where this was going.
"Sex is primal, primitive. It is an ancient magic but it has carnal and primeval roots. Controlling our desires, urges, and fantasies has been a challenge for as long as that lizard brain has existed. Here is a good example, mes amours: Ginny, why are Hermione's nipples sore?"
Ginny blushed. "Oh, she was so close to cumming so I pinched one nipple and lightly bit the other. That set her off. And I knew it would." Hermione cast a disapproving glance and instinctively raised her hands to cover her sore nipples. But her pussy dampened a little at the same time.
"Exactement!" Fleur declared. "My clever little beauty. Do you pinch your own when you are close?"
"Not always," she said. "They can only take so much abuse. But when I can, I cum stronger."
"Exactement!" Fleur reiterated. "Because the sentier (pause searching for a word), I mean pathways for pain and the pathways to orgasm stimulate the same region in the brain. Many women love to be spanked while they are being baisée, how you say, fucked."
The girls were fascinated. Somehow they knew this all made sense.
"Now, what you see in those obscène letters were from people who cannot control their basic instincts. This is the root of the Veela's power, she stimulates those ancient parts of the brain with such power that the higher order processes cannot withstand the assault and the target devolves into a primitive and carnal lust. Women have these same drives and Veela often touch women in the same way. Men, however, require less effort. Men are, how to explain, less compliqué. I must add here that your bouquet touches that ancient part of the brain. You will discover that men can do the same to you."
The girls nodded.
"Here is the mark of a qualité man or woman: they are those who can control the response of their lizard brain with their higher-level functions. You, Hermione, have a thirst for knowledge but that is born from a part of you that wants to control herself and her environment. But I am so pleased that you let your carnal instincts take control as Ginny initiated you to carnal joy and surrender. Remember that word, mes amours, surrender. Quality men are the same, they control their carnal instincts until the time is right. But when the time is right, they unleash la bête, you know – the beast within, and they can be very fierce and dominant lovers. Comprendre, mes amours?"
The girls nodded ascent again.
"Like a quality man, you Hermione, found la bête within yourself and surrendered to it. I am so very proud of you. And you, Ginny, are similar. You grew up with boys and learned to stand your ground and, eventually, intimidate them. They know your boundaries and they are careful not to cross them. You have a powerful inner strength. But, you also know how to touch your la bête within."
"Mes amours, you will both easily dominate weaker men. But weaker men will not satisfy you. You must search for the quality man, one to whom you surrender yourself and become a slave to his sexual mastery over you."
"Sexual mastery," Hermione exclaimed, a little taken aback.
"There are those for whom the woman is the master, but the primitive responses of our lizard brain are understand only an exchange of power and control being intimately connected with our primitive sex drive. Observe nature, it is obvious. The male mounts the female and subdues her. It is the way of nature."
Putting her objection aside, for the moment, Hermione interrupted, "How can I identify such a man. Is it simply that he can resist a Veela's allure or that he cares nothing for the sluts who lure him with such obviously crude tactics?"
"Almost, Hermione. The quality man is likely to be one who does not require adoration or adulation. He is humble, yet supremely confident. What I find most sexy in a lover is kindness and patience. The quality man regards a lack of courtesy to be beneath his dignity as an alpha male. He is kind and generous."
"Do you not see in your friend Harry Potter that when he sets for himself a purpose danger does not dissuade him, fear does not touch him? This is a man that can control his primal instincts. What I do not know, and I have studied him, is whether he can become a dominant beast during sex. Can he subdue a strong woman? I do not know. But he is brave, there is no doubt and that is the first good sign, because he is not a slave to his lizard brain, except by choice when he unleashes the beast."
Hermione had never thought of Harry as a sexual beast. Ginny's eyes widened too. Was there something inside of their friend that they had yet to discover?
"Domination and surrender, these are the elements of sex that a Veela can manipulate with her magical allure. When a Veela senses she cannot, that man is the man she wants. But I must add this, if a woman determines to attract such a quality man her sex appeal will only be a little effective. Before she employs her charmes féminins she absolutely must show this man that she is sincere, confident, and authentic. These are qualities that will lead to trust, and he will pursue only those who he can trust and depend on. After that, she must be able to release his beast along with her own beast."
Just then Ron returned. "Bonne journée, Ron?"
"Yeah," Ron offered.
"Where have you been?" Hermione asked.
"I just went out for a while. Nothing really."
Ron was such a bad liar. His ears turned pink and he always abruptly extracted himself from further conversation when dodging the truth. He made his way to climb the stairs to his room. The girls knew he was hiding something.
"Now, mes amours, I need the help of both of you to have dinner ready in forty minutes."
So they now applied themselves to their kitchen duties and twenty minutes later Bill, Charlie, George and Harry came in carrying their brooms. They were grimy and sweaty with greasy hair. Fleur immediately approached Bill and hugged him. The girls noticed her nostrils flared and knew she took in his bouquet. Harry walked over to the girls and asked if they needed any help, always polite. He asked this directly to Hermione and then turned to face Ginny. Hermione's nipples hardened. For the first time in her conscious memory Hermione became aware of his masculine musky scent. Now it was her nostrils that flared and her pussy became instantly damp. She glanced over at Ginny and it was obvious he was having the same effect on her.
"You are disgusting. You all need to run and shower and come down in clean clothes. Dinner will be ready soon." Hermione offered, without conviction. Harry smiled that little boy smile of his, causing both pussies to become a little more damp. Then he turned and headed for the stairs.
When Fleur returned to her task they giggled and gave her a shy look. "Ah, mes amours, he has a strong and very sexy scent, non?" It wasn't necessary for her to name the object she was referring to.
At dinner in the Weasley household the seating always proceeded from oldest to youngest starting with Arthur at the head of the table and Molly on his right hand. Bill and Fleur sat together on his left and everyone else filled in in order. Ron sat at the end of the bench on the left-hand side, Arthur's left, with Hermione beside him, Ginny opposite Ron, and Harry next to her. Hermione was agitated. Just as Ginny noticed and began to wonder why she caught the scent, Ron smelled like sex. It was a complex fragrance with its own character. As part of her duties serving Fleur came down at one point and pulled up behind Ron, showing an odd expression on her face. She had caught the scent too.
After dinner, while cleaning up, Hermione inquired of Fleur what it was she had detected.
Pensively, she responded to Hermione, "I can't be sure but possibly two women and, of course, semen."
Hermione turned back to her duties. It seemed that Ron was arranging rendezvous with his admirers. Luna would have simply said, "It's obvious, isn't it?" Hermione now had her compulsions triggered. She had to know with certainty. For the rest of the evening she turned it over and over in her mind. How could she trace Ron's movements? At bedtime, after the exhausting activities of the day, Hermione and Ginny went straight to sleep while, spooning naked under the covers without hesitation or shame. As they cuddled together Ginny told Hermione she loved her perfect breasts as she held one. For the first time in her life Hermione burst with pride in her own body. "Yes," she thought, "I am desirable." That she would think such a thing was evidence that the day had marked a change in her thinking about her own sexuality. Ginny had stimulated Hermione's sexual awakening.
Hermione awoke in the night. Her eyes snapped open and, as though ordained in a vision, she knew what to do. This time, she did not require research in the library. Gently separating from Ginny she put on a robe and quietly padded out the door. The Dumbledore's Army Coins, that was the answer. They all still carried their coins. When she had originally enchanted them she could have included a trace but having every coin trace every other coin simultaneously would have rendered them difficult if not impossible to use. At the time no one possessed magic so powerful as to compel their one coin to focus upon another specific coin. But a trace on one coin only, by one coin designated as a master coin, would work.
When she arrived at Ron's door his snoring was evident. She gently opened the door. His pants hung on a nail in the wall at the foot of his bed directly opposite the door. Casting a silent spell, Accio DA Coin, she witnessed the target coin lift out of the pocket and fly into her hand. Retreating to Ginny's room she went to work casting the enchantment between her master coin and Ron's slave coin. Then, after twenty minutes of work, she padded back up to Ron's room and levitated the coin back into his pants pocket. There was something sexually stimulating about sneaking around like this. As she wormed her way back into Ginny's embrace and replaced Ginny's hand upon her perfect breast she made her plans for tomorrow and drifted into a satisfied slumber.
The following day witnessed Molly's return to the kitchen after breakfast. By 10:00 AM Molly shooed Hermione out of the kitchen and simultaneously Ron stalked out the door, disapparating at the edge of the yard. Hermione went to get ready, dressing as though she were taking a hike in the forest. She had borrowed Harry's invisibility cloak and packed it carefully in a backpack. Twenty-minutes had passed since Ron had disapparated so there was little chance he would see her when she followed. At the edge of the yard and tapping her coin twice with her wand she silently gave the incantation sequere te ministros and she disapparated.
She was transported to a neighborhood near to Malfoy manner. The coin in her hand was now pulling her in the direction of a house at the end of the street. It was a neat and orderly home but no manor house like the Malfoys. Covering herself with the invisibility cloak she approached the house. Noises were coming from the rear and, circling round back, she approached the window where grunts, moans, swearing, and wails could be heard. Through the window she could see a naked middle-aged woman flat on her back. She wasn't unattractive for her age and she had large DD tits. Naked also, Ron was fucking her while holding her legs up in the air, thrusting into her eagerly. There was another woman who looked striking similar to the first, but much, much younger. Hermoine covered her mouth to hold back her gasp. The second woman seemed, a stunning blond, seemed so very young.
The younger woman had climbed on the bed behind Ron and, as Hermione watched, she conjured a magic cock extending from her nether regions. Again, Hermione covered her gasp. The phantom cock was the longest and thickest she had ever seen, though she had witnessed a limited sample. Then, climbing behind Ron, she buried her face in his bum and appeared to be tonguing him. Ron called her a whore, a fucking slut, a dirty anal obsessed deviant but he continued to fuck the woman under him while the young witch continued her oral ministrations on his back door. After a few minutes she rose up and, directing her conjured cock at Ron's back door, she slowly pushed it in. Ron screamed but not in pain.
"Does the little sissy boy like have a big cock up his ass?" she asked and smacked his bum. Ron grunted. "Fuck that loose cunt on that old slut, sissy boy. Bet you'd like to get your little dick in my tight little pussy, wouldn't you?" and she smacked him again. "Oh, but you love getting your ass fucked." After she had penetrated him quite deeply she began fucking him and she smacked him over and over as she matched his thrusting cadence.
Ron's shouts rose in intensity. His thrusting grew faster, slamming the older slut beneath him forcefully with every stroke and the young witch behind him equaling his pace. The legs of the bottom slut began to tremble, Ron's body stiffened, and the young witch commanded him to fill the cunt of his bottom whore with cum. Ron's body seemed to freeze in a full body bind for fifteen to twenty seconds while the slut behind him pumped away in his ass vigorously. The young witch withdrew her cock from Ron's ass and he collapsed upon the slut beneath him.
Hermione had seen enough. Her sex education was proceeding too rapidly in an unwelcome manner. She stalked around to the street in front. She was surprised that her pussy was wet, not damp, wet. Her nipples were painfully hard as well. Apparating back to the Burrow she dashed upstairs, returned Harry's cloak to his room (Percy's former room), and retreated to the room she shared with Ginny. She had the room to herself. Casting the locking charm and the silencing charm she then stripped naked, propped herself up on the bed, and proceeded to practice the lessons that Ginny had taught her. It took her the better part of twenty minutes before she came, all the while replaying the scene she had just witnessed. Her orgasm was so strong it felt like it shot from her overheated cunt, bounced off the top of her skull, and then plowed in amplified intensity down through her entire body hitting every nerve along the way. Fleur had said that pain and orgasms touched the same part of the brain. Hermione wondered, did emotional pain count?
Twenty-minutes after that she dragged herself into the shower to wash off the smell of sex. As she washed herself down she came to an obvious decision, she had no further interest in Ronald Weasley, even as a friend. She realized now that many of the stubborn and childish things she had witnessed in Ron over the years were examples of poor self-control, a fragile ego, and self-absorption. Above all the attention he paid to her, that flattered her, was probably driven more by his hormones than any real genuine caring for Hermione. Now, that toxic mixture of hormones, his lizard brain, and his lack of self-discipline had propelled his behavior to a new and debauched level. Since Hermione had now lost her sexual innocence a man in her life was desired more than ever, although she certainly appreciated the precious charms of a woman as well. What could she do? To whom would she turn? Could Hermione develop her skills of flirting and attraction? Those questions would remain unanswered for now.
She had a mission to complete and it would probably require the remainder of the summer. Hermione was headed to Australia to reclaim her parents, restore their memories as best she could, and install them back in England. The Gringotts personal wealth desk was already busy securing her childhood home. She would leave tomorrow and the rest of her time here would be occupied packing and getting ready for this new mission.
Harry had been aware since Hermione had exiled her parents to Australia that Hermione would need to retrieve them. He had spoken with her about it briefly and she had refused his offer of help. Harry did not want to argue with her, especially knowing that she was perfectly capable without him. Coming in from the garden Harry intuitively guessed that something had changed between the three of them. Aware that Ron was keeping to himself, spending time away from the Burrow, coupled with the growing signs of tension between Hermione and Ron, those things did not go unnoticed by the occupants of the house.
Coming in from the garden Harry walked by Ginny's room and saw her packing. "Leaving soon?" he asked.
"Tomorrow morning Harry, after breakfast."
"I think I need to go on my way, too," he added.
Suddenly Hermione stood up, faced Harry, and strode up to him. Placing one hand upon his chest she looked him in the eye and said, "Harry, I need to tell you something."
"Ok," he replied, quizzically.
"Harry James Potter, I love you very much. I don't say this because I have any expectations of you. I thought it over and realized I should have told you that I love you long ago, and many times in between. You have grown to be a fine man Harry Potter, and I love you." She paused.
Harry swept her into his arms and held her tight to his chest. "Yes Hermione. I know. I have always known. I love you very much too. I'm sorry I waited for you to say it first." Hermione recognized that Harry had always readily admitted to his errors. He is secure in who he is. So they stood there for what seemed like five minutes while Harry's t-shirt grew increasingly wet from Hermione's silent tears. As if by agreement they broke the clench. Hermione stepped back. "I have every faith in your abilities, Hermione, and I'm sure you will succeed.
"Yes Harry, I know you believe in me. But thank you for saying so."
There was nothing left to say so Harry quietly backed away and left her to her task.
That night Ginny propped a naked Hermione up against pillows and began new lessons, experiments for both in oral ministrations. Her technique with her tongue was the same as her fingers; starting from the outer edges and the big lips Ginny worked her way into the small lips. But, with her mouth, she could capture those lips and suck while one finger played up and down her blooming slit. Soon she flattened her tongue against her hooded nub and began to drag it back and forth. Hermione was gasping. Ginny then inserted her index and middle finger into her wet cunt and searched for that rough patch on the front wall. Hermione was close, judging by the sounds, and she increased the speed of her tongue and her strokes. Hermione came just as intensely as she had before. After fifteen seconds she began to come down from the height. In a spontaneous inspired move Ginny now inserted her unoccupied ring finger and little finger into her anus. Hermione's juices had been running copiously down the crack of her ass so everything was well lubricated. Working the fingers in she began thrusting into both holes forcefully. Hermione quickly rose to another orgasm just seconds after the first had faded. Her body went rigid and she wailed loudly to the ceiling. Merlin this girl is loud, Ginny thought.
A little recovery time later Hermione performed the same service for Ginny with more than satisfactory results, although she didn't play with her back door. Hermione then rose and kissed Ginny deeply, tasting each other's juices as well as their own. The room absolutely reeked of sex as Hermione snuggled into Ginny's big spoon for the night, placing Ginny's precious freckled hand on her perfect breast. Ginny drifted off quickly while Hermione soaked in the delicious feeling for a while before surrendering to the night.
The girls woke early and showered. Breakfast with the family was lovely. Arthur and Molly were bravely holding up a cheerful demeanor, trying to rekindle an atmosphere of normalcy. But, like everything and everybody else in the wizarding world, this melancholy would become a new normal. Things would never be the same. Fred's memory would forever maintain a presence among them.
After breakfast Harry and Hermione spent the better part of forty minutes saying goodbye to Arthur and Molly. Molly cried profusely, then Hermione cried, then Arthur and Harry was frozen by his own feelings that were so mixed and so complex he could not sort them out. Harry knew this was his family, by mutual choice, and in that moment he knew he could not have found anything better had he searched the entire wizarding world. He was a treasured part of them and they him. Now it became obvious that Hermione was included in this circle of love.
The farewell with Ron was brief. Typical for a boy, Ron did not yield easily to sentimentality and always held his relationship status with Harry as one of mates. So it was an exchange of See you soon mate. His farewell to Hermione was limited to a brief, "See ya," and Ron headed for the stairs.
Hermione and Ginny embraced intimately and kissed intimately for several minutes. They looked so comfortable together. In that moment Harry realized that these two beauties had bonded in friendship, intimacy, and love. Next it was Harry's turn and Ginny kissed him delicately, lingering some. They both also knew that, while Hermione would be absent from their lives for a stretch, Harry would not be far and they would see each other again this summer. The issue of their relationship had not been discussed after the war concluded and it remained unresolved at this moment. But, and even Harry felt it, they shared a special love.
Walking out to the lawn Hermione clasped Harry's hand and Harry surrendered his willingly.
"So, Canberra then?" Harry asked.
"Yes," and she dropped his hand and faced him. "Harry, I do love you," she added.
"I know. And I do love you, Hermione"
And with that Hermione turned away an disapparated and Harry grieved for her absence immediately. Then he struck off across the fields. He would spend a few days with Luna, finishing some of the interviews he had undergone with her. She was a good reporter, although she did intersperse her reporting upon events with speculation regarding the possible effects one of her many magical menageries may have had upon decisions or events. The growing readership of the Quibbler had grown accustomed to these sidebars, just as Luna's friends had learned to accept that part of Luna. However, the reporting in between was rich and faithfully described. The Quibbler might eventually exceed the readership of The Daily Prophet if things continued as they were going now.
After a hike of about an hour Harry began to approach Luna's home. Although the structure had no official name Harry had heard the Weasley boys refer to it as The Rookery because it resembled the castle in a chess set. Harry could see the resemblance now.
Luna had been watching for him and she came out to greet him as he approached the house. A vision of loveliness in a crop top t-shirt with ink-stained fingers. Her silver-blue eyes always amazed Harry and it seemed she was a glowing full blonde now, no longer 'dirty blonde.' Slight in her figure, her shorts hugged her hips and displayed an unmistakable female form with a very small waist and small perky tits tenting out her t-shirt only slightly. Luna was not voluptuous like Ginny, nor did she possess a confident athletic figure like Hermione. She bordered more on pubescent and petite. But, looking into the silver-blue eyes that occupied her placid, open face, Harry was just as smitten with her as with any witch.
"Hello, Harry Potter," she offered.
"Hello, Luna," he replied.
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