Author's Note:
Sorry for another long absence and all the ones in the past year or two. I'm gonna keep this a note short because every time I try to write something longer, I just cry. My father passed away last month after a long illness.
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Now, I need a little break from tears. Ok, folks, this one's been written for a while but needed some serious editing. So now we finally, have Part Two of Harry and Hermione's awkward double date with Ginny and Pansy. Enjoy!
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"Oh my god, Hermione. I'm so sorry," Ginny said as soon as they were alone in the bathroom. "I would never have told Pansy, if I'd known you hadn't told Harry yet," she explained.
"it's ok, Ginny. I wasn't hiding it. It just hadn't come up yet," she replied.
"Still, I can't imagine this was how you planned on telling him," the ginger countered. "I'm really sorry. Pansy does this sometimes when she's uncomfortable. She's been really nervous about tonight."
"Ginny, it's okay. You're fine, Harry and I are fine. It might be an awkward conversation, but as long as Harry doesn't act like an idiot, then it'll be fine," she said calmly. Then seeing how distraught her friend was, she reached out and pulled her into a hug.
The ginger gave a ragged sigh. "I might have been really nervous about this, too," she mumbled into her friend's shoulder. "I just want you to like her," Ginny confessed as she pulled back.
Hermione smiled. "Well, embarrassing boyfriends and inconvenient revelations aside, it's not going too badly. You do owe me some details though. So, spill."
Ginny's eyes lit up. "Oh, Mione, she's amazing. As I said, we met in Milan and hooked up. Then we just kept meeting up anytime we were in the same place. It wasn't always sex, which is amazing by the way, sometimes we met for dinner or just to talk. Before long she was the only person I was seeing or wanted to see. And she can be so sweet and thoughtful in this way that is so subtle that you hardly even realize it until you notice how much more pleasant your life is."
Her friend gave her a teasing grin. "It sounds like you might be in love."
"I am in love," she confirmed. "And we're moving in together. Pansy is coming to London, and we're looking for a place."
"What about her career?" Hermione asked concerned. Having someone walk away from a career they apparently enjoyed didn't seem like a good start for them.
"She's going to start working for Madam Malkins in a few months as their new buying consultant. She'll also have the chance to get some of her own work out there if Malkin approves it," Ginny explained. "Don't worry, Mione. It's a great opportunity for her. We'll still have some time apart during the Quidditch season or when she's abroad for her job, but it will be a hell of a lot more time than we get now," Ginny explained.
Hermione squealed and threw her arms around the other witch. "I'm so happy for you!" she exclaimed. "So, when are you going to tell your family?"
Ginny was about to answer when there was a knock at the door. "Uh, Ginny. Parkinson wants to talk to you, and I'd like a moment with Hermione," Harry's voice called through the door.
The women looked at each other and giggled. "I guess we should sort this first," Hermione said.
Ginny agreed. "I love you, Mione," she said and kissed her cheek.
"I love you, too," Hermione replied as her friend slipped out the door.
Harry entered after her. He closed and locked the door before turning to his girlfriend nervously.
"Hey, sorry about out there. I was just a little surprised was all," he explained.
"I would imagine," she replied. "I'm sorry you learned about it that way. I'm not ashamed of it or anything."
"I wouldn't expect you to be," Harry said quickly. "I mean, I'm not upset about it. You've told me that you'd been with women. I think if we talk it out, it will make it easier to move on from this," he said.
Hermione frowned. 'Move on from this'? Just what was he playing at, she wondered. Her sleeping with Ginny ages ago was hardly a major issue, or at least if sure as hell better not be. "Okay, what do you suggest?" she said with a defiant tick of her jaw.
"Just explain to me what happened," the man replied.
Still not sure what exactly the game was, the woman complied. "Well, it was a little after Ron and I broke up. Ginny had stopped by to tell me that she'd had an experience with a woman."
"Wait, not like that," Harry interrupted. The witch frowned again when he put a hand at the small of her back guiding her to a sink facing the mirror. "Ok, now you can continue."
Even more confused, Hermione once again complied. "She wanted to tell me that she'd had an experience with a woman, so I told her that I had as well." As she spoke, she felt Harry pulling up the back of her dress. So, that's the game, she thought with amusement. Harry had never initiated something so bold before. She used the mirror to look over her shoulder at him. He gave her a cheeky grin and raised his eyebrows to ask if she wanted to continue. Interested in seeing where this led, she eagerly nodded her approval.
Harry nudged her feet apart and had her lean over the sink. "Keep going," he ordered as he bunched her dress around her waist.
"I told her that I had experience with women and enjoyed it. I explained how there was nothing wrong with that and it was perfectly natural," the witch said as her boyfriend's hand found its way into her knickers and started to stroke.
"And what did she say?" he inquired, feeling the woman getting wet under his fingers.
"Nothing," Hermione breathed. "She kissed me."
"Did you want her to?" he questioned as he unzipped his denims.
"Yes," she moaned, as she felt his turgid length against her.
"And then?" he prompted, pulling her knickers to the side.
"I kissed her back," she breathed, feeling Harry run his cock through her wetness then slowly sink in.
"Keep going," he said as he started to saw in and out of her tight heat.
"She was so eager," she said and Harry chuckled.
"She always was," he commented.
Hermione found the wizard's eyes in the mirror and held them. "But I had more experience," she purred.
Harry cursed. His restraint starting to crumble as he began to thrust into the witch with more vigor. "Then what?"
Hermione braced herself on the sink. "Fuck," she moaned.
"Then what?" he repeated.
"I vanished our clothes," she panted. "Then sucked on those pretty little tits of hers. I wanted to taste her though. I'd always been curious if she'd taste like strawberries with that hair of hers."
"And did she," Harry asked driving into her at a brutal pace. He brought a hand around and stroking her clit once more.
"No," she gasped. "She tasted like peaches, but you already knew that."
"Yes, she does." He agreed as his cock jerked at the thought of them having both gone down on the same woman. "Then what," he ground out.
"I ate her out until she came. By the time I got her off for the third time, I had three fingers in her cunt, two in her ass and my tongue on her clit," she managed to get out before cumming on the cock thrusting inside her.
"Fuck!" Harry cried out as he pounded into the woman, her pulsing cunt coaxing his own orgasm as her words played out in his mind.
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Harry and Hermione returned to their table as casually as they could, trying to look as if they hadn't just shagged in the loo. The illusion was shattered though when Harry gave Pansy a double thumbs up as they sat, causing his girlfriend to groan in embarrassment. The raven-haired woman just rolled her eyes at his lack of subtlety, and Ginny laughed. "I take it all is well," she asked.
"Very well," Hermione said primly. "Is everything okay here?" she asked.
"Absolutely," Ginny assured her.
"Good," Harry interrupted. "Let's order before anyone else says something awkward. I'm famished," he declared. The trio of women all rolled their eyes in unison, but they couldn't help but agree.
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"So," Hermione said as they waited for their meal. "How did you deal with Ron on Sunday?"
The smirks that both women wore did not bode well for her friend. "Well, I started with a bat bogey hex for old time's sake and to throw him off. Poor sod thought that I was done," she replied with a laugh. "I then hit him with a tripping hex to keep him from getting away and then sent a stinging hex to his bollocks." Ginny sighed. "I hit him with five before I felt like he'd suffered enough. "
Harry hissed, crossing his legs reflexively to protect his own tender bits. He angled his body away from the ginger. Hermione laughed but pat his arm sympathetically. He breathed a sigh of relief though when their meal arrived.
"I didn't take you for a burger kind of girl," Harry said to Parkinson as he reached for a bottle of vinegar for his fish and chips.
"They're good. And here, burgers are almost a work of art," she replied with a dainty shrug.
"Damn," the wizard said as he looked down with disappointment at his own meal.
"Don't worry, Potter. The fish and chips are good too," she consoled, and Harry brightened.
"Do you two come here often?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, since we started seeing each other," Ginny answered. "This is always Pansy's London go-to, when we are both here at the same time."
"How did you find this place?" the wizard asked.
"There's actually a small wizarding enclave near here," she explained. "My grandmother lived there when I was a kid. When we'd visit her, I would sometimes sneak out and pick up a bite to eat."
"Yes, and the first time she was here, she was too afraid of Muggles to come in," Ginny added.
"I'd never been round them before," Pansy explained defensively. "And I didn't even have Muggle money."
"They thought she was a beggar," Ginny said gleefully.
"No, they did not," Pansy protested. "They just thought I was lost."
"That's not what John said. He said you looked like a scrawny little mouse that was too afraid to even squeak," she teased. "They thought they had better feed you so you wouldn't croak in front of their door and drive off business."
The raven-haired witch gasped indignantly. "John is a bloody drunk, and you can't believe a word he says," she informed her tablemates. Ginny just laughed, and the others tried to hide their own amusement. Harry looked away entirely in hopes of avoiding her ire.
As he turned back, something caught his attention. Although he couldn't pinpoint what it was, his auror training kicked in. He casually looked back to his tablemates but kept the area in his periphery.
It wasn't long before the object of his attention got brave again. As soon as he saw a flash of light, Harry was on his feet. "Photographer," he spat as he made his way to the offender.
The photographer, realizing he was caught, made a mad dash for the door, and Harry gave chase. So much for keeping their relationship private, Hermione thought as both men ran into the night.
"Salazar, how long to you think he's been there," Parkinson asked the women.
Hermione shook her head. "I don't know," she answered wondering if they'd been there long enough to know that she and Harry had spent an inordinate amount of time together in the bathroom. Merlin, this could be embarrassing.
"Ginny, what did he see," the raven-haired witch asked her girlfriend frantically. "We kissed. What if he saw? Fuck! I knew we should have been more careful!"
"Pans, it's okay," Ginny tried to soothe her girlfriend, running her hands reassuringly over the woman's arms. "We're going to be fine."
Pansy abruptly pulled herself away. Her hands had a tremor and her eyes looked slightly glazed as she started to gasp for air.
"Gin, is she alright," Hermione whispered to her friend when she realized that they were starting to gain an audience.
"No, obviously not," she shot back. "I need to get her out of here, but Ron's at home."
"Go to Harry's" the brunet instructed. "I'll settle here and find Harry. I'll meet you at the flat."
Her friend nodded gratefully and coaxed her girlfriend towards the door.
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Harry was making his way back to the restaurant as Hermione exited trying to juggle multiple bags of take out. He jogged up to her to help before their supper toppled. "I take it we're leaving," the man asked.
"Yeah," Hermione said with a sigh. "Pansy had a panic attack and so Ginny took her to your place. I hope you don't mind. Ron's at home, and you know he wouldn't calm the situation down. I'd have sent them to my flat, but I figured it would be better to have the extra room," she explained.
"Of course, I don't mind, Mione," he replied. "I'm glad you did."
"What happened with the photographer," the woman asked.
This time Harry sighed. "I lost him after two blocks. He managed to duck into an alley and apperate. I didn't recognize him. I don't know who he's with, assuming he was media," he said in irritation.
"We should probably get back to the others, and see how they're doing," the witch suggested.
"Yeah," the wizard replied. "Good call on the takeout. I'd only gotten to eat a couple chips."
"Not my idea," she confessed. "The restaurant insisted. I guess Ginny and Pansy really are regulars. Anyway, they were quite embarrassed about the commotion and wouldn't even allow me to pay for it." The witch sighed frustrated, "I just tipped the cost of the meal to our waiter. I didn't want him stiffed just because our life is crazy."
"Definitely," Harry agreed as he followed her to their apperation point.
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The flat was eerily dark and quiet when they arrived. "Must be upstairs," Harry commented motioning to the faint light emanating from the upper floor. "I'll take the food to the kitchen. Want to check on Ginny?"
Hermione nodded and absently handed off the bags before making her way up the stairs. She wasn't surprised to see that the room Ginny usually slept in when she stayed overnight was occupied. The witch knocked gently on the door.
"Ginny," she said softly. "Is everything ok? Do you need anything?"
The ginger appeared moments later, slipping out the door and carefully closing it behind her. "Hey, Pansy's in the shower. I gave her a calming draught. I also stole some of Harry's clothes," she said gesturing to her attire.
The other witch laughed. "I think the only one of us that doesn't steal his clothes on a regular basis is Ron, and that's because he says 'the thought of him wearing another man's pants'…."
"…'makes him want to puke," the ginger finished with a frightfully accurate impression of her youngest brother. "Like why would he be wearing Harry's pants?" she ask with absolute wonder.
Hermione laughed. "I know! If I don't have clean knickers and a scourgify won't do, then I just go without. I mean, I don't mind reusing a bra here and there, but…"
"Exactly!" Both women giggled.
Ginny sighed. "Fair warning, Pans will definitely be sans knickers. She never thinks a scourgify will do. I told her that we could stay here tonight, if Harry's okay with that. I just don't want her to be alone right now, and we really don't have anywhere else to go."
"Again, you know Harry wouldn't mind. When does he ever?" she asked.
"I know. Just…." the other witch started.
"Hey, everything alright?" Harry asked quietly from the end of the hall.
"Yeah, Harry," Ginny answered. "Do you mind if Pansy and I stay the night?'
"Of course not," he answered.
"Did you find the photographer? Did you get his film?" she asked urgently.
The wizard shook his head. "Sorry, Gin. He got away. I didn't even recognize him," Harry admitted.
"Fuck!" the ginger spat. "We're fucked."
"Why?" Harry asked concerned.
"Someone may have seen as together," she said. When the wizard still looked confused, she added, "As a couple."
"So?" he replied baffled at why that should matter.
Hermione answered. "It's different in the wizarding world. People aren't as tolerant, and even in the muggle world, it's not great in most places."
"She would be disowned," Ginny explained.
"This is about money?" he asked incredulously. "Gin, you're worth more than money."
"Of course, she is!" Parkinson said from the doorway. "It's about my little sister Daisy. I'm all she has. If I were disowned, she'd have no one."
Ginny put a comforting arm around her shoulders as the others looked on. After a moment, Harry asked with a laugh. "Wait, you mean your telling me that your name is Pansy, and your sister's name is Daisy."
All three women scowled at him. "Isn't your mother named after a flower, the raven-haired witch shot back.
"His mum's name is Lily," Ginny helpfully provided.
"And his aunt's name is Petunia," Hermione added.
"Sorry!" the wizard said, raising his hands in defeat. "I'm sorry, but I've had more to drink today than I've had to eat. I only had time for toast this morning, I missed lunch, and all I can think of is our takeout in the kitchen," he admitted.
Ginny and Hermione looked at him in shock. Pansy, on the other hand, eagerly asked, "Did you say takeout?"
"Uh, yeah," Harry answered, surprised by her response to his outburst. "Hermione brought it back from the restaurant."
"Thank bloody fucking Salazar, I'm about to starve," she responded.
Harry looked absolutely grateful to the woman as he led her to the kitchen.
Author's Note:
I sometimes make little sketches for my stories so that I can keep track of details. I've made a floor plan for Harry's flat. If you are interested, I can post it. I didn't want to get turned around in there. lol! Just let me know, if you'd like to keep oriented too.