Fans of Harry Potter Femmeslash

Author:Lash_Larue
Title: The Weasley Women
Pairing:Angelina/Fleur/Ginny/Hermione/Katie/Penelope and subdivisions thereof
Rating:NC-17, For sure
Summary:PWP femorgy in a fancy dress, pretty much
Warnings:There's rather a lot of sex, but no violence, a little biting maybe, surprise mild kinky bit. Nobody loses a life
Word Count:9781
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling, and they may not ever be the same.

This is the first of what I hope will be more collaborations with my friend RedBearGrl. She deserves Beta Credit, and also Co-author for her help, but she’s shy.

To my friend RedBearGrl, and all who just enjoy plain old femsmut.

L




The Weasley Women - by Lash_Larue

Chapter One

In one of those imponderable miracles that seem to happen in wars, the Weasley family had come through largely intact. Bill had his terrible scars from Greyback’s mauling, but he also had Fleur. He felt that on balance he was ahead of the game. Harry and Ginny had gotten back together, married, in fact. There were a lot of Weasley weddings after the war.

Ron and Hermione, Fred and Angelina, George and Katie, even Percy had worked up the nerve to ask Penelope for her hand, and she had agreed. Charlie was the lone remaining single Weasley child, but he was rumored to be heavily involved with a very cute Chinese Fireball that was especially limber. Charlie had always had an open mind.

All of these pairs were to this point childless, and none of them were disappointed with that. It was more than enough to be alive and together. Things had gone well for them too. Fred and George were disgustingly wealthy from the huge success of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. Bill was a Director with Gringotts, and Fleur had inherited the family estate and vineyards. The Delacours had not been quite as fortunate as the Weasley’s.

Percy had made a go of it at the Ministry. So many officials had been killed that he wound up running the show by default, and had done such a fine job that it seemed natural for him to keep on doing it. Harry and Ron played Quidditch for England, and earned the sort of money that superstar athletes are wont to do. So, all in all, things could have been worse for the Weasley Women.

It was the Quidditch that started the whole thing. England was in the playoffs, with a good chance at winning. Ron and Harry had been able to secure tickets for the entire playoff series for Ron’s brothers, and the Weasley men had at least 2 months of sheer Quidditch heaven stretching out before them. The Weasley Women however, had opted out. The idea of 2 months of broom-end partying, and sleeping in Merlin-knew-what sort of places all over the globe held little appeal for them.

It was Fleur’s idea. She contacted Ginny, and Ginny got hold of her other sisters-in-law, and so it was that the Weasley Women found themselves enjoying a wonderful vacation at Fleur’s estate. We find them at dinner, on the third night of their vacation, just before dessert.

“My sisters and fellow Weasley Women”, said Ginny, as she stood up with a glass of the wonderful Delacour champagne in her hand, “to our gracious hostess, the absolutely edible Fleur; without her, we’d all be stuck in soggy England, and not here in the South of France!” There was applause, and they all rose to their feet. Most were none too steady on said feet; as the wine was exquisite, and there was no lack of it.

Ginny turned to Fleur, and gave her a small bow. “Fleur Delacour-Weasley,” she said, and they all drank to Fleur. Ginny was looking directly into Fleur’s eyes as she raised her glass, and Fleur returned the gaze. Fleur’s eyes went round for just a moment and she squirmed a little in her seat. A Ginny gaze was not to be ignored.

“Did Ginny, really mouth a kiss at me,” she thought, slightly flustered, “and is she really touching the bottom of that glass with her tongue?” Ginny lowered her glass with the rest of them, and her expression was merely happy and content. “I must have imagined it,” she thought. “ ‘Edible’ – she did say that though. Oh, it’s Ginny, she’s always been playful.” Fleur pushed the thought aside, but it didn’t go far. But there was a sort of warm tingling feeling flowing through her that just wouldn’t completely stop. She squirmed a bit more.

Ginny had remained standing while the others sat, “I promise not to carry on like Percy,” she said. There was a good bit of laughter at that, especially from Penny, who Percy practiced his speeches on. “But in the spirit of sisterhood, and since we are going to be enjoying each others’ company for a couple of months, I think we need to get this out into the open. I know that my brothers are good husbands to you all, and that they really love you, and that you love them.” The women nodded in agreement. “That’s great; they’re good brothers as well. I grew up with them, and I’ve known them all much longer than any of you. We’ve all been going on about what a lot of stallions our husbands are, the juicy tales of all-night sex, and painfully large peckers. And the stories have been fun, but we can’t keep that up for two months. The strain would kill us all. So here it is, from the woman who knows them best.”

“The Weasley Men are all hung like squirrels. And they have a genetic disposition to premature ejaculation. Harry’s dong looks bigger, but that’s just because he’s skinny. He’s not bad, really, but he’s not going to win any marathons. Before you ask, no, I’ve never had it off with any of them, but when you’re the only girl in a house full of older boys, you get sneaky, just to survive. There are more ways than extendible ears to eavesdrop.”

“Now that that’s out of the way, let’s enjoy this lovely dessert, and carry on like schoolgirls for the next 8 weeks or so.” Ginny resumed her seat. A shocked stillness filled the room. It was Hermione who broke the silence.

Hermione was trying to drink a bit more wine, and then the absurd truth of what Ginny had said hit her. She laughed out loud, causing a great deal of this excellent wine to rapidly exit via her nose. Then Angelina got the giggles, and jabbed Katie in the ribs, and that set her off, and before you knew it the whole bunch were absolutely screaming with laughter. Hermione recovered a bit, and leaned over to Ginny. “You’re just as marvelous as ever, Gin!” she cried, and threw her arms around her neck in a sisterly hug. “Just exactly like schoolgirls, I hope,” she whispered softly in Ginny’s ear. It was Ginny’s turn to squirm.

After dessert, they sat in the drawing room for a time, just indulging in girl talk. It took them all back in time, and it was wonderful. But by half –past ten, the wine and the food had them all yawning. They said their good-nights and went off to their rooms, their heads filled with wonderful memories of this special night.

Ginny had finished her bedtime preparations, and was relaxing with a book. She heard the door to her suite open quietly, and she laid the book on the nightstand, and put out the light. “She’s early,” thought Ginny, and she felt a heat rising in her as she looked towards the doorway into the sitting room. A figure moved through the shadows; a slimmer figure than she was expecting, and instead of a bushy brown mane, the hair glowed sleek and silver in the moonlight. “Fleur,” breathed Ginny, and the heat melted her.

Fleur moved gracefully across the room, the moon’s glow highlighting the beauty beneath the sheer silk of her gown. Fleur sat on the bed. “Ginny,’ she said throatily, “what did you mean, the ‘edible Fleur’?” The light floral scent Fleur was wearing made Ginny’s head spin. She tried to speak, but could not find her voice. But she could move, and she did.

Ginny sat up, and took Fleur’s face in her hands. She pressed her lips to Fleur’s lips, and felt them part beneath her own. Something hot, and soft, teased against Ginny’s teeth. Their mouths opened to each other, and they found a new home for their tongues. ”The softest lips in the world,” thought Ginny. Fleur’s hand pushed Ginny’s gown off of her shoulders, and then pulled it down and teased her nipple erect. Fleur broke the kiss, looked deeply into Ginny’s eyes for a moment, and then bent and took Gin’s swollen nipple into her mouth, and suckled gently on it. A soft moan came from them both. Ginny ran her fingers through the silky hair of the woman loving her, and pulled her head harder to her breast. “The softest lips in the world,” she thought again.

Ginny’s hand reached for Fleur’s breasts, and caressed the already hardened nipples through the silk. Fleur made a low sound through the mouthful of Ginny. They lay together on their sides and found each others lips again, while Ginny ran her hand up Fleur’s leg. Fleur opened her legs at the touch, and Ginny’s hand found the softest lips in the world. They were wet, and open, and Gin slid two of her fingers deep into the slick heat.

“OH! Ahh, Ginny, yes! Harder, more, please more,” gasped Fleur against her neck. Ginny inserted another finger, and she pressed harder. The heel of her hand felt the swelling of Fleur’s clit, and she rubbed there while her fingers began to move in and out of the clinging softness. A wet sound came to their ears.

“Fleur,’ breathed Ginny, as she pulled Fleur’s mouth back to her breast, ‘bite them, please.” Fleur sucked hard on the nipple and nipped it with her teeth. “YES!,’ cried Ginny, ‘Yes, yes, oh yes….” Fleur’s hips were grinding fiercely, forcing herself over Ginny’s fingers and rubbing her clit hard against her hand. Suddenly, Fleur took nearly Ginny’s entire breast into her mouth, and she went rigid, and her pussy squeezed the fingers with a tight and pulsing grip. Fleur made a choking, sobbing sound, and melted against Ginny. Ginny lay still beside her, and enjoyed the feeling of Fleur massaging her fingers with her inner self.

Shortly Fleur’s eyes opened, and she smiled at Ginny. “Is that what you meant?” she asked.

“Almost,” answered Ginny. There was a soft sound as she withdrew her fingers. She brought her hand up between their faces, and they could both see the shining wetness on her fingers. Ginny slowly, seductively, slipped one of the fingers into her mouth, “Mmmmm”, she said from her throat, “I just knew you would taste good.”

“Do I?” asked Fleur.

“You mean you don’t know?” Fleur shook her head, and Ginny smiled. She put the two remaining still dripping fingers up to Fleur’s lips. “You taste marvelous Fleur; Fleur-wine, straight from the cellar.” Fleur drew the fingers into her mouth, and her eyes fluttered at the heady taste and scent of her own arousal. She moaned softly.

“Is that how you taste?” Fleur asked. Ginny smiled, and spread her legs far apart as she pulled her gown above her waist.

“Go and see,” she breathed, “straight from the cellar.” Fleur kissed her deeply, and nipped at her breasts on the way down to the soft ginger-colored nest. She gently stroked the glistening slit that peeked through the curls, and then lapped at it like a cat, gently teasing Ginny’s lips.

“You taste lovely, Ginny, perhaps I should look a little deeper in the cellar though. You never know what you will find, if you just keep looking.” Fleur’s mouth opened wide, and Ginny felt the hot wetness of it on her. She felt the firm muscle of Fleur’s tongue as it strained to get just a little farther inside her. Fleur moaned into her.

“Oh Fleur,” panted Ginny, ‘oh, oh yes, yes, don’t stop.”

Fleur began to twist her tongue inside Ginny, and Ginny once again slid her fingers into Fleur’s hair. Ginny’s hips came alive, as both Fleur and Ginny tried to find a way to get that tongue just a little bit de –“ “FLEUR!!! OH YES, YES, AHHhhhh-“

Fleur dragged her tongue up Ginny’s body and thrust it deeply into her panting mouth, and the Ginny and the Fleur tastes blended into something that was better than either of them. They lay in each other’s arms trying to catch their breath.

“Sorry I’m late,” said a voice from the doorway, “I’m glad you started without me though. It would be a shame to waste this moonlight.” Hermione had come to the wine-tasting party.

“We did need a dessert wine, didn’t we Fleur?” Fleur blushed, and then she giggled and nodded. “I can personally recommend the Chateau Hermione, it’s really, really, lovely,” said Ginny as she held out her hand to Hermione. By the time she reached the bed, Hermione’s gown was off.

She stood looking down at them. “Well, you two can’t have dessert wine until I’ve got caught up. And I really don’t like foil left on the bottles.” Two puzzled looks met her eyes. Hermione sighed, “Strip and spread’em, ladies, Hermie’s thirsty!” They looked a little scared, but they did it.

Fleur and Ginny were close together, and Hermione knelt with her legs straddling the inside legs of both of them. “Let me see,’ said Hermione, “where shall I start?” She slipped one finger into each of them, and moved her hands slowly for a little while. Fleur and Ginny began to breathe hard and fast. Hermione removed the finger from Ginny, and then sucked it into her mouth. “Mmmmmmm,’ she moaned, “every bit as yummy as I remembered.” Ginny smiled. Hermione then sucked the Fleur-finger. “Oohhh, simply marvelous! Even better than your champagne, Fleur.” Fleur blushed again, but she was pleased. “I believe that I shall start here, if that suits the two of you. Do you mind?” She looked enquiringly at Ginny.

“Hostess first, love, it’s only polite.”

Hermione crawled up Fleur’s body, and then lay on her breast to breast, and sex to sex. “I have dreamed of this moment since the Triwizard Tournament, Fleur. I am going to eat you alive.” Fleur trembled as Hermione’s hungry mouth found hers. Fleur thought that Hermione’s tongue was going to touch her toes from the inside. Then she thought of where that tongue was going next, and she trembled harder. Fleur could feel the hot wetness of Hermione rubbing on her own moist heat. “OOHH,Hermione, yes,yes. Never stop please, never stop…. “ Hermione pulled her mouth away, and smiled, then kissed the tip of her nose. “I could kiss you forever, but I have GOT to taste you right this instant.”

Hermione kissed and licked her way down the length of Fleur’s body, and Fleur wriggled like a puppy as warm lips and a warmer tongue passed over her skin. Hermione’s tongue felt the surprisingly soft hair very low on Fleur’s body, and she drew back her head, so that she could savor the view. The patch of downy hair between Fleur’s legs was wet now, slicked down with different wines of the evening. Her lips were smooth, and bare, and as Hermione gently licked them, the thought came to her…”the softest lips in the world….” She looked up into Fleur’s face, and saw there a painful longing, that Hermione knew just how to fulfill. She breathed deeply of the hot scent of Fleur, and then planted a light, wet kiss on Fleur’s swollen clit.

“Oooooohh…” Fleur felt her body convulse as she moaned softly.

Ginny watched, fascinated, as her old lover acquainted herself with her new one, Ginny’s hands caressed her own body, but when Fleur’s back arched hard as Hermione’s tongue plunged deep into Fleur’s center, Ginny pounced. She greedily licked Fleur’s breasts as Fleur bucked and writhed under the tongues and hands of her new lovers. Ginny sucked hard on the jutting nipples of Fleur’s breasts while Hermione made a concerted effort to eat her alive. ”Ginny,’ purred Fleur, “bite mine too, just a little.” Ginny did. “GINNY, OH, oh, YES, HERMIONE! Yes, Hermione, right there, right there, right – AH, AH, AH, AH!!!”



Penelope was passing Ginny’s room around this time; she had been on the way to the library to look for something to read, because once she had gone to bed, sleep had left her. She heard a sound, and stopped to listen at the door. In a moment, she knew what the sound was, and she grinned. “Looks like Gin and Hermione have picked up right where they left off. I think I’ll give them a little surprise, in the spirit of schoolgirl fun,” she thought, giggling a little. She conjured a glass of water, and stuck her finger in it, feeling the sharp bite of the cold. “Perfect!” she thought, and she silently opened the door. She moved across the sitting room, and prepared to throw the water. She stepped into the doorway, and stopped dead in her tracks.

There in the moonlight before her was the most incredible sight that she had ever seen. All of the moisture in her mouth was sucked straight into her pussy in an instant. Hermione’s head was wedged between Fleur’s thighs, and Hermione’s rump jutted up in the air. Fleur’s back was arched high off of the bed, and Ginny was nibbling on her breasts. “GINNY, OH, oh, YES, HERMIONE! Yes, Hermione, right there, right there, right – AH, AH, AH, AH!!!” cried Fleur, her body quivering from head to toe. In that instant, Penny thought that she had never even imagined a sight so beautiful. She silently left the room.

Hermione planted a last, lingering kiss on Fleur’s hot and pulsing pussy, and then stretched out beside her on the large bed. She reached over and softly stroked Fleur’s hair, “Help yourself to my wine, dear, whenever you’re ready. I’ll just open the cellar for you, while I start my second course then, shall I?” Fleur nodded, and licked her lips.

“Gin dear, would you mind terribly sitting on my face for a while?”

“I’d be delighted,” answered Ginny. And she soon was. Pretty soon Hermione was delighted as well.

“Mon Dieu!” panted Fleur as she raised her face from Hermione’s slit, ‘It IS a dessert wine.” She slid her tongue deep into the cellar.

In the hallway, Penelope leaned against the wall while she waited for her breathing to slow and the trembling in her lower extremities to calm down. She gulped down the water, put the empty glass on a nearby table and tried to ignore the building heat she felt between her thighs.

“Who would have thought,’ she said to herself in wonder, ‘that it would be like that? I always sort of knew that Hermione and Ginny had had a sort of ‘fling’, back in school. But I supposed it was just a sort of lark, like mutual wanking or something. But that, that was much more than a wank. And Fleur, with her back arched, and her skin glowing in the light of the moon, and that look on her face that was almost like pain….” A wave traveled through Penelope from her busy brain to her curling toes. It did nothing to quell the building fires.

“Katie will never believe this!” She shook off the daze, and hurried to Katie’s room. She and Katie had visited often after Hogwarts and the war. They were good friends and Penelope felt no qualms at all about entering her room, if she were asleep she’d just wake her up. It was after all, a vacation. She walked through the sitting room and into Katie’s bedroom, just bursting to tell Katie, when she received the second large shock of the night. Katie was lying on her back, with her feet towards Penelope. Penny thought she was naked, but Angelina was covering so much of her that she couldn’t be sure. But she didn’t doubt that she was.

Penny had a secret vice, like everyone does. Penny’s vice was that she read trashy, smutty, novels. “So that’s what sixty-nine looks like,” she thought. Angelina’s head began to swing from side to side beneath the wild curtain of her hair.

“Yes, YES, ANGIE, that’s it that’s it!” screamed Katie.

Angelina gave a sort of growl, and her head kept moving. “Ohh…”, moaned Penny. Angelina looked up and saw her frozen in the doorway. She smiled, and then said something to Katie that Penny couldn’t hear. Angelina rose from the bed with her usual athletic grace, and came towards Penny, smiling. Her teeth were amazingly white against her dark skin, and her erect nipples were darker still. The wan light from the windows made her seem to be made of brown silk and drifting smoke. She reached out with a hand towards Penny’s face.

Penny turned, and fled to her room, where she sat on the bed and shook.

“I ran to my room,” thought Penny in wonder, “I know I did, I distinctly commanded my body to run to my room. Who would have thought, that my body would rebel, and simply stand here? Who would have thought, that Angelina would caress my face, and slip the straps of my gown off of my shoulders?”

“Who would have thought, that Angie would take me in her arms, and kiss me, and that I would kiss her in return, and that our tongues would dance together like old, familiar lovers? That my body would sing from the touch of her skin, and that the scent of her would go to my head like wine? Who would have thought, that she would take my hand and lead me over to Katie’s bed, where Katie lay caressing herself?”

“Who would have thought, that Katie’s pussy would be so smooth and hairless that it would look like a ripe, glistening peach in the moonlight? And that she and Angelina would gently lay me on my back, and tenderly spread my hair? Who would have thought, that Angelina would put her hands behind my knees, and bend them up and spread them so far apart? That I would look down at my cunt, and see Angie’s liquid brown eyes looking back at me just above that curly, black, bit of hair?”

“Who would have thought, that Angelina Johnson would be licking my twat in a way that made my heart stop? That she would gently suck my clit into her hot wet mouth while I screamed her name? That I would arch my back while Katie sucked my breasts till my nipples were hard and tingling?”

“Who would have thought, that I would be lying on my back in the moonlight, in a fairy-tale castle, while Katie lowered her bald, glistening, peach to my mouth? That my mouth and tongue would beg to receive it? That I would suck and lick greedily at it, and drink Katie’s juice while Angie’s tongue worked deep inside me?”

“Who would have thought, that Katie Bell’s pussy would simply taste – so -good !”

“Who would have thought that?”

The three of them nestled together like spoons. Beautiful, beautiful, spoons, with different patterns, all so individual and yet so alike, bathed by the pale moonlight as they slipped into sated slumber.

Breakfast was delayed.

A very relaxed group drifted into the dining room for breakfast. At around one in the afternoon. There were a lot of smiles and not much talk for a while. Penelope seemed particularly fond of the peaches, and since they were at Fleur’s, there was some of the wonderful Delacour Champagne as well.

“Marvelous!” declared Hermione. “This is the second best Delacour wine I have ever tasted!” Ginny snorted, and Fleur blushed, but she giggled too.

“Thank you, ‘Mione, I am pleased that you like my wine. Lately I have had a craving for dessert wines,” she turned to Ginny, “and a little red wine, that is delightfully sharp on the tongue.” Now it was Ginny and Hermione’s turn to blush.

“I’m sure that all of your favorites are excellent,’ said Penny, “and I’d love to try them all sometime.” She gazed openly at Fleur, Hermione, and Ginny. “I myself have recently developed an enormous craving for peaches and chocolate.” As she said this, she looked at Katie and Angelina, and slowly licked the piece of peach that was impaled on her fork. Katie and Angelina didn’t blush, but they did squirm some in their seats. “I think that a sort of party is in order. Fleur dear, may I see you in the kitchen for just a moment?”

Fleur looked a bit puzzled, but she didn’t hesitate, “Of course Penny, I’ll check on the coffee while we talk.” Penny and Fleur left the table and disappeared into the kitchen.

“What do you suppose Penny’s up to?” said Hermione.

“I don’t know,’ replied Katie, ‘but I can’t wait to find out.” Four sets of eyes met, and four mouths smiled. These four had known each other long, and they knew of each other’s relationships at school.

“Do you mean…” began Ginny.

“All-night-long,’ said Angelina with a dreamy look in her eyes. “You would never believe that it was Penny the Prefect.” Katie nodded.

“Ladies, that woman gets an “O” in cunnilingus, just because there isn’t a higher grade.” Katie shivered. “Angie and I got quite a few “O’s” ourselves. Penny was positively born to eat pussy.”

“Well said,” Angelina complimented her. “So, ‘Mione, what’s up with all that ‘second best Delacour wine’ business,” she asked, showing her white teeth in a wide grin.

“She’s just a little slit of heaven,” breathed Hermione.

“Absolutely ethereal,” added Ginny. “It’s like making love with a dream. She seems weightless, but she completely overwhelms you.” By now everyone was doing a bit of squirming.

“What’s on your mind, Penny?” asked Fleur.

“I have a project in mind, do you have a good store of potion ingredients, and a cauldron or 6 I can use?”

“But of course, whatever you need, anything else?”

“Your ballroom. I won’t hurt anything, but I want you and the other girls to promise not to enter it until I tell you to. And I’ll need about two days worth of food and such. There is a lav attached to the ballroom isn’t there?” she asked, looking a little concerned.

“Yes, a small one, but there’s no bathtub or shower,” answered Fleur.

“I’ll make do, you girls have fun, and I’ll see you all in a couple days.”

“No hints?” asked Fleur.

“A small hint then,” Penny replied. She took Fleur’s face in her hands, and gave her a kiss that made Fleur’s toes curl. Fleur’s almost luminous skin against Penny’s creamy complexion, the straight silver silk of Fleur’s hair contrasting with the thick, black, waves of Penny’s; it was a sight to stop your heart. And it was one hell of a kiss. “Did you like the kiss?”

“Uh, can I help you with your project?” breathed Fleur.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ to the kiss then,” she said smiling. Fleur nodded. “Well then, I think you’ll like the results of my little project.” She caressed Fleur’s breast gently through the silk of her blouse; Fleur’s nipple swelled and hardened, and Penny gently pinched it.

“Oh…” moaned Fleur. Penny kissed the tip of Fleur’s nose, and smiled again.

“But you’ll just have to wait like everyone else,” Penny said. “Can one of your House-Elves help me carry things?”

“Of course,’ said Fleur, softly rubbing her breast where Penny had aroused it. “Tinkle, would you please help Mistress Penny? Just give her anything she wants.” Fleur turned her face back to Penny. “I’m certainly going to give her anything she wants.” Fleur left Penny in Tinkle’s capable, if tiny, hands, and returned to the dining room.

“Who wants to go horseback riding?” she asked.

Four hands shot into the air.

“Thank you Tinkle,” said Penny, ‘I’ll call if I need anything else.”

“Yes, Mistress Penny,” squeaked the tiny elf. “Just ring the bell, and Tinkle will be right here.” Tinkle popped out.

“Now then,” Penny said aloud, “research twice, spellcast once. This has to be perfect. Just like Katie’s peach.” She smiled as she opened the large book.

It was dusk when the riders returned the horses to the stables, all of them with pleasantly aching bottoms. Even Fleur, as she hadn’t ridden so long in years. The day had been perfect, though, with clear skies and light breezes, just cool enough. After an initial hard gallop, to sort of settle in subsequent to the lunch conversation, they had all had a splendid day. They all showered and changed, and then met for a light supper. They were all a little uneasy in their seats.

“I am never getting on a horse again,” groaned Angelina, “it was fun, but my arse is killing me.”

“I wish it was only my bum,” countered Hermione.

“Horses are really quite, uh wide aren’t they?” asked Ginny.

“My cunny is ruined,” moaned Katie, ‘never ride a horse wearing jeans and no undies.”

“Who wants to have supper in the hot tub?” Fleur enquired.

Four hands shot into the air.

Penny had her cauldrons bubbling merrily, and everything was going well, but she soon found that she needed another pair of hands. She rang the bell, and Tinkle popped in at once.

“Yes, Mistress Penny?”

“Tinkle, would you be able to help me for a while? I need someone to help me stir these cauldrons.” There were six of them, and they were spread around the ballroom floor in a hexagonal pattern.

“Of course, Mistress Penny, just tell me what to do, and Tinkle will do it,” Tinkle squeaked.

“Wonderful. First, please call me Penny.” The elf’s’ large eyes grew even larger.

“Tinkle will try, Mis- Penny.” Tinkle giggled.

“Now, please run over to the cauldron with the blue potion in it, and stir it 6 times clockwise.” Tinkle ran down the ballroom floor.

Five beautiful women were sunk languorously in the hot water, five glasses of champagne were newly refilled, and the aches had eased somewhat.

“This is the best way to eat supper,” declared Katie, “the very best way. Fleur, how can I repay you for this? Especially the healing potion you put in the water. I can feel the pain bleeding slowly away. It’s really quite a lovely feeling.” The healing potion also had the effect of making the water very slick, so that sore skin slid easily against itself.

“I’m so glad, Katie, such a very pretty peach should not be so sore,” said Fleur, “is she really better?” Katie explored her peach gingerly, and nodded.

“Yes, thank you. She’s hardly sore at all, now. Just a tiny bit, is all.”

Fleur glided across the large tub, and stopped right in front of Katie, who happened to still be exploring a little. “Shall I kiss her, and make her better?” asked Fleur in a husky voice. Katie nodded mutely.

“Nice moves, Fleur,” said Ginny, “cliché as hell, but nice.”

Fleur blew Ginny a kiss, and sunk beneath the surface. “Oh…’, breathed Katie, “better already- oh, OH! My – Fleur!” Katie’s eyes fluttered shut, and a long, low groan came from deep in her chest. “Uunnnnnnnhhh…”

Ginny slipped through the water and began massaging Katie’s breasts, just beneath the surface of the water. “Ah, Ginny, pinch, please…AH! YES!” Fleur’s head reappeared, the silver silk clinging to her head and face, darkened by the water. She looked sleek as a seal, a silver, slickly-wet seal of a beautiful woman.

“My turn, breathe a minute Fleur,” Ginny told her as she sunk out of sight.

“AHHH, Gin, ah, ahhhh…FLEUR! YES! OH!” Katie’s hands clenched on the edge of the tub as Ginny stood up, supporting Katie’s lower body on the surface. She looked at Katie over the bare, wet, swelling mound of her sex and slowly ran her tongue the length of Katie’s cleft. “ohohoh, aahhh,” sighed Katie. Fleur cradled Katie in her arms and kissed her throat, and the soft hollow just above her collarbones. “Yeeeessssss…oh yes…” The scent of hot woman floated along the surface of the water; faint, but distinct, a scent that claimed attention, and bespoke passion. “Yeesssss. OH! OH! yes…” Fleur’s teeth had found Katie’s nipples.

Hermione was watching, spellbound, as Fleur and Ginny loved Katie. Her hands were on her own breasts as she half-floated in the water. “AHH!” screamed Hermione. Angelina had swum her tongue straight into Hermione. Angie rose from the water, and the muscles in her right arm rippled as she pulled Hermione to the surface of the hot, slippery water. Hermione’s back arched; her head was on the cushioned seat that ran all around the tub, and her body slowly came level with the surface. Hermione’s breathing was ragged; small, sharp, sounds mixed with her panting breaths, and then her mound broke through the surface of the water. The soft brown curls were so plastered to her glistening skin, that it looked more like an exotic tattoo inked by Sappho herself, than hair. And it could now be seen that several of Angelina’s strong, brown, fingers were twisting ever deeper into Hermione’s heated depths. “Ahh, ah, Angie, yes,yes, AH!” Hermione looked into Angelina’s hungry brown eyes, “Deeper, deeper, Ang….” she moaned.

The pale pink bud of Hermione’s clitoris peeked shyly from within its nest of tender skin, and Angelina caressed it with her thumb. The slippery water and the flowing juices of Hermione’s arousal made it seem that the clit was running away from Angie’s touch. Angie caught it anyway. “ANGELINA!!!! OH! ANGIE!! YES! AHHH, ANGIE!”

The heady woman scent grew stronger, until it was as much a taste as a smell in the thick, moist air of the small room.

The room echoed with heavy breathing and other sounds of passion as the soreness of the day was swept away by hot tongues and soft lips. Woman-parts appeared almost at random from the depths of the tub as the five friends; five lovers now, flowed over each other’s bodies. It was a symphony of soft, wet, skin, and shining eyes, of touch, of taste, and most of all a celebration that they were all together, mind, body, and spirit. And the sharing and the loving continued, until five softly glowing women lay together, under the moonlight that fell through the windows of a Fairy-tale castle, in the warm and loving embrace of them all.

Breakfast was much delayed.

So was lunch, come to that, and so it was, that those five bloomingly lovely ladies assembled for a meal at around five in the evening. They were all quite happy and content. All of the soreness of the mornings ride had been soaked from them in the hot-scented waters of the large tub. All of the tensions had been rubbed and buffed away. All of their skins positively shone with health, and vigor, and a throbbing, palpable, sensuality. They were all bare-arsed naked, and it was a sight to stop the heart of a stone. It was a rich tapestry of woman, Silver hair, and Raven. Rich Chocolate, and Honey. And a fiery Red flame that just simply set the whole ensemble ablaze.

They ate little, having had their fill of all that they wanted long before coming to the table. They were quiet, having said all that needed saying in the hot, woman-scented confines of the room wherein that oh-so-warm and lovely-wet place was. They were at peace, and they were so very, very, much in love with each other. In a Fairy-tale Castle, as the sun slowly fell asleep.

And the moon looked upon them as they rested together, the dark skin and the light; the fair hair, and the silver hair, and the rich chestnut brown, the raven black, and the red of the fire of creation itself. And the moon too, fell in love. In a Fairy-tale Castle…in the soft light reflecting from them all… as they loved each other in their dreams.

“We’re finished, Tinkle!” cried an exhausted Penny. “And sooner than I expected!”

“Tinkle is glad that Penny is happy! Tinkle loves Penny!” The tiny Elf twirled in joy.

“I could never have done it without you Tinkle,” said Penny sincerely. “If there is ever anything I can do for you, please let me know.” Tinkle blushed furiously. The small creature gulped, as if summoning strength.

“There is one thing, Tinkle would like, Mist – Penny,” she said shyly.

“Yes, Tinkle?”

“Can Tinkle and her friend come here, when Penny and her friends are not using it?”

“I would be delighted if you did Tinkle. We girls should stick together.”

Tinkle gasped. “Thank you Penny, but how is you knowing about Lesbian House-elves sticking together?”

Penny kept a straight face. “Just a lucky guess. Thanks again, Tinkle.” Tinkle popped out.

“Cute,” thought Penny, and she swiftly obliviated the last 47 seconds from her mind. It was 10:00 PM when she left the Ballroom, and went into the Drawing Room. No one was there.

Penny smiled, “They only think they’re tired,” she thought. Penny went to her room, took a very long bath, and collapsed into her bed. “Tomorrow evening…” was her last conscious thought. Penny was tired.

In the small hours of the morning, the ladies gradually, one by one, slipped quietly from Ginny’s bed, where they had stolen the heart of the moon. Finally, there was only Hermione, and the sleeping Ginny. Hermione simply stood for a time in the doorway and watched Ginny as she slept. Ginny shone in the pale light of the coming dawn. “She is so lovely,” Hermione thought, “this red, bare, girl. So very lovely indeed.” Hermione quietly shut the door, and went to her bed.

Lunch never occurred to anyone. Not even to Tinkle.

Afternoon found 5 sleep-muddled women stirring in their rooms. Penny was still dead to the world. The sound of showers running bounced back and forth and up and down the hallway, and it was around three o’clock that they had all drifted into the drawing room. Fleur, who had been the first to arrive, though not by much, held up a sheet of pale-blue parchment. “A note from Penny,” she said in explanation, and she read it aloud. “Dearest Friends, I’ll see you at 8:00 this evening. Eat lightly, and go ahead and look at the Ballroom. I know you want to, your Penny.”

There was a rush to the Ballroom. Ginny got there first, and opened the door. It looked just like always, as far as they could tell. Tinkle was straightening cushions on the couches and chairs that lined the walls. “Tinkle,” asked Fleur, “what were you and Penny up to in here the last two days?”

“Tinkle is sorry, Mistress Fleur, but Pen – Mistress Penny is making Tinkle promise not to tell.”

Fleur could have, of course, ordered Tinkle to tell her, and Tinkle would have done. But Fleur never treated the House-Elves that worked in her home as anything other than valued employees and friends. All of the House-Elves worshipped Fleur, but in the good way that came from love. “Alright, Tinkle, of course you must keep your promise. Did you get some rest?”

“Yes, thank you, Mistress Fleur. Tinkle is hoping all you ladies got some rest too.” Tinkle smiled, and popped out.

“Sweet little thing, isn’t she?” said Katie. There was general agreement on that.

“Do you think Penny is playing some sort of joke on us all?” asked Angelina.

“She’s a Ravenclaw,” said Hermione, “Ravenclaws aren’t allowed to joke. Spoils the revision.” The laughter cleared the Ballroom.

Bearing in mind Penny’s note, they ate a light dinner. Some of them napped, and some of them read, and Fleur and Hermione took a stroll through the garden. It was a very pleasant afternoon, and as the appointed hour approached they all put on casual robes and assembled in front of the now closed and locked Ballroom door.

At the stroke of eight, the door swung soundlessly open. The room looked just as before, except for Penny. Penelope was standing in the middle of the room, and when they saw her standing there, every one of them gasped aloud. Her shining jet-black hair was swept up in a style that was, at the same time, intricate, but natural looking. Her long and graceful neck was exposed, except for a very few soft strands of her raven hair that just could not bear not to touch her. She was wearing a strapless dress the color of blood, it shone like satin, and it clung like paint. The darkness of her hair and eyes, the pale glow of her skin, and the rich crimson of the dress that seemed to be embracing her…it was overwhelming. Penny smiled, and every single one of them, Fleur, Hermione, Ginny, Angelina, and Katie, fell utterly in love in an instant.

“Do come in please,’” said Penelope, “but leave your shoes outside.”

They all shook off whatever footwear they happened to have on, and entered the ballroom. The door swung shut behind them. The floor was hard and cold beneath their feet and they stopped as one when they were a few feet in front of Penny. Penny waved her hand, the heavy drapes over the tall windows closed, and the lights went out. They heard Penelope say something, but it was too quiet to hear. The floor moved under their feet, and it became soft and warm, and it sank slightly under their weight. Tiny flames appeared in the air above them, hundreds of small lights moving in search of a candle.

They were standing inside of a diamond. All around the room, all across the ceiling, shining walls of crystal showed them all as they stood before Penny. Everywhere they looked, they found themselves looking back, and the tiny, flickering flames moved restlessly above them. The warm floor thrummed gently beneath their feet, now a grayish silver color. It was like standing on the belly of a cat that been lying in the sun. Penny had not been wasting her time in this place. Penny waved her hand again, and music began to play, a gentle sort of waltz.

“Fleur, dear”, Penny began, ‘”I believe that I recall you saying in the recent past that you were going to give me anything I wanted.” Fleur nodded slowly, still in a little daze. “I want to dance with you,” she said and she took a step towards Fleur, her arms opening. As Penny moved, the fabric of the dress flowed with her, fitting closely, but not restricting her movements. It looked alive.

Fleur stepped into Penny’s arms, and they danced. Penny bent her graceful neck, and once again made Fleur’s toes curl with a kiss. Fleur’s robes evanesced, and she was nude in Penny’s embrace. There was another gasp from the four motionless women, the sight was breathtaking… the translucent glow of Fleur’s skin in the light from the dancing flames, against the blood of Penny’s dress. The silver of her hair as it swung shining and free, Penny’s arms against Fleur’s skin, like milk running over opal, and the endless, soft, warm, and love-filled kiss….

And everywhere they looked, they saw it all again, and again, and again.

And the warm floor purred as they heard soft sounds from Fleur, and from Penny, while their hands gently flowed over each other’s bodies. Angelina, Ginny, Hermione, and Katie were all transfixed; they were afraid to move at all, lest the spell somehow shatter. The music slowly stopped, but the kiss continued for a time.

Penny slowly withdrew her lips from Fleur’s, Fleur’s lips followed, unwilling for a moment, to let them go. “Lie down,” said Penny softly, and Fleur sank bonelessly to the floor, where she writhed slowly on the warm softness. For a moment, Penny simply looked hungrily at Fleur. Then she reached up and removed the fastenings from her hair, and the thick, black, shining mass of it spilled over her shoulders and over the blood-red dress. Fleur whimpered softly, as her hands found her breasts. Penny touched the tip of her finger to the top of her dress, where it barely covered her breasts, and ran it straight down to the bottom of the fabric. In the wake of her finger, the dress simply peeled open, and unwrapped itself from her. Penny shoved it aside with her foot, and looked expectantly at Fleur.

Fleur’s thighs parted, and the flames reflected from the wetness between her legs. Penny sank to the floor and lowered her mouth. “Penny! Oh, Penny! OH!” gasped Fleur. She twisted on the warm and giving floor beneath Penny’s greedy mouth. The stark black hair flowed over the softly glowing skin, Fleur’s legs tensed, her breath came in gasps. Penny’s fingers rolled the hardened nipples of Fleur’s breasts between them. The floor purred, Fleur purred. One of Penny’s hands dragged its fingers lightly down Fleur’s belly, and the skin jumped in response. The fingers passed through the silver down above Fleur’s crevice, and Penny moved her head to give them passage. The fingers slowly, lovingly, traced the soft parting down its length, and then two of the fingers disappeared. “OH! Penny!” the fingers came into view again, shining wet with Fleur-wine, and then disappeared in a pattern that repeated, and repeated, as Fleur writhed and shook on the soft, warm floor, in the middle of a diamond. A wet sort of sound reached the ears of the four entranced women, and a tiny scent of Fleur came to their senses, just a tiny bit, or so they believed.

“Yes Penny, please, now, now Penny, now, oh now… Penny’s mouth once again lowered onto Fleur, and she delicately took the bud of Fleur’s clit between her lips. “Uunnnhh, Penny yes, there, there my sweet Penny, there.” Penny’s mouth opened, and covered Fleur’s pussy in a soft, wet, hot embrace, and Fleur’s back bowed strongly. Penny’s fingers pushed deeply into the heat and wet they found, and Fleur’s flesh sucked hungrily at them. Penny’s tongue chased her fingers for a moment; then pressed against Fleur’s clit and as much else of her as it could touch. Penny’s head rolled from side to side as her tongue massaged the heated flesh beneath it. Fleur began to buck beneath the relentless mouth, and Fleur’s fingers plunged deep into the rich, thick, gleaming-black, softness of Penny’s hair, and she pulled Penny hard against her as she shook, and quivered.

Fleur’s eyes snapped open wide, and above her and all around her, those haunting, silver-blue eyes saw Fleur taut on the floor. Her breasts straining upward as the mass of dark hair spilled over her thighs, and over her hands, and she saw Penny’s perfect, rounded bottom clench with the effort that Penny made to draw Fleur into herself. And then Fleur was falling…. “Oh,oh,oh,oh, OH! OH OH! Penny, Penny, my Penny, YES! YES! YES! AH, PENNY YES! YES! Ohh , oh, oooh, Penny, penn….” And Penny fell too.

For a long moment, the only sounds were the pounding of six hearts, and the deep breathing of six women, and the purring of the floor. It was a wonderful sound, altogether.

Angie, Ginny, Hermione, and Katie gradually became aware of more than just the two naked women melted together on the floor. In the reflections all around them, they discovered that they too were naked, though none of them remembered disrobing. They understood perfectly why all of their thighs were damp and slick, why the woman-scent clung around them all, and their nipples were painfully hard. But they didn’t remember how their hands got so wet, or where the shiny slickness here and there on their breasts and bodies came from. They knew well enough what it was, of course, they just couldn’t remember anything other than the dance, and the lovemaking that was merely a continuation of it.

Hermione looked around at the glittering walls and ceiling, and she sat on the warm, soft, floor and examined it closely. She stroked it with her hands and felt it respond. “This,’ she breathed, “is astonishing magic. Penelope Clearwater-Weasley is one remarkable witch. I take back everything I ever said about Ravenclaw.” She rose to her feet and went to stand with the others as they just looked at Fleur and Penny twined together in front of them.

“She really is remarkable,” agreed Ginny, “and you were right, Katie. That woman was purely BORN, to eat pussy.” They all shivered at the memory, and they hoped Penny would rouse. Soon!

Fleur roused first, and she gently untangled herself from Penny, and carefully brushed the hair away from her face. She kissed her cheek, and then stood looking down at Penny. Fleur’s hands covered her mound and held fast to the memory of Penelope’s incredible talent. Then Fleur went and joined the others where they waited. It wasn’t long.

Penny stretched like a well-rubbed cat and then stood facing the women who loved her, and who she loved in return.

“Penny,’ said Angelina, ‘this room is amazing! However did you do it?”

“I wanted to give us a perfect place for the time we have together. I had never imagined the kind of love that we share, and I want to get all of it that I can, and store it away forever. I cast spells and I brewed potions, and I tried to imagine how, in my heart, that I really wanted it to be, this place for our love.” She shrugged. “The magic sometimes just happens, if you want it enough. If you really need it. If you really are in love. I know that’s not a Ravenclaw answer, but it’s the best I can do for one.”

“It’s a wonderful answer, Penny,” said Katie, “and it’s a perfect place.”

“Almost,” said Penny smiling. Her lips moved soundlessly, and on the living floor a flowing script the color of Penny’s dress appeared.

“La Guirlande” it read, and it kept appearing, as the script curled into a red circle in the center of the floor. Fleur started to translate, but Penny stopped her. She thought the translation would mean something to Katie and Angelina, but they didn’t read French, and she had one more surprise.

Penelope lay down on her side above the flowing, red, words. She looked at each of them, and then turned her face and licked the soft, warm floor. Something else bloomed onto the floor then. They weren’t realistic portraits, but there was no doubt that each of the six figures there on the floor, arranged in a hexagon. Was one of them. “Now, please, Fleur. Tell them now,” purred Penny.

Fleur hadn’t tumbled to it before, but looking at the figures on the floor, and seeing Penny there, she had it now. Fleur’s silver-blue eyes flashed, and she smiled.

“La Guirlande, the Chain of Daisies...”

They all had it figured then, and they all thought that it was a perfectly marvelous idea. And a perfectly perfect place for it, and they all had just had a flawless demonstration, that was still very fresh in their minds.

And it really was marvelous, and it really was a perfect place, and they found it very easy to come up with lots of wonderful ideas, as they drank wine from lovely cellars.

When they chanced to glimpse it through the dancing tiny flames, the image on the ceiling looked like the view through a kaleidoscope. But instead of a picture formed from bits of glass, it was formed from bits of woman. An ever-changing pattern of love, and want, and a soul-deep need for each other, a constant-blooming flower, as the legs and arms spread and closed. The shifting bits of woman, the creamy-pale bits, the dusky-dark bits, the golden-tan bits, the softly-glowing bits, the sweetly-freckled bits, the peaches-and –cream bits, and always and everywhere, the slickly-wet pink bits….

It was an ever-flowing circle of softly changing texture; like a woman-scented flower that pulsed and breathed, alive with love. And the purring of the floor, and the soft-moaning sounds of passion, were underscored by a rising, rhythmic, swelling sound as the women breathed in a single rhythm. Their hearts kept time with each other, and their kisses and their licks, and nibbling little bites flowed together into a warm, soft, deep river that surged over and through them all. Their softly stroking hands, and their pinching, pulling, exploring fingers, were all guided by one overwhelming desire.

They so very loved each other; as they drank from lovely cellars…in that endless chain of daisies… on the soft, warm floor… beneath a hundred tiny flames…on the inside of a diamond…in a Fairy-tale Castle….

Chapter 2


Time flowed gently over the next nearly two months. The horses had it very easy. The six lovers slept alone, or in twos or threes or whatever suited which at the time. They were all always welcome anywhere they went, anytime at all. They walked in the gardens, and they read and sang together, (Penny’s books were very popular), and they laughed.

They braided endless chains of daisies in that Fairy-tale Castle.

So important did Penny’s pattern become to them that they celebrated it in endless ways. On one warm evening, just as the sun was setting behind the low hills surrounding the estate, Ginny, Angelica, Penny and Katie took to the skies on brooms from Fleur’s well-stocked broom cupboard.

Hermione and Fleur, never really comfortable with flying, elected to lie together on the soft sweeping lawns, and watch as their four lovers repeated their sacred pattern in the air above them. They watched, mesmerized at the sight of four incredibly beautiful and naked women flying high above them tracing their pattern with colored smoke coming from their wands. The four wore their hair loose and unbound and it flowed behind them like smoke, blond and black, brown, and the fiery red of the setting sun itself.

A sleek flight of gleaming ravens chased an unruly mob of kestrels through the sky, and the fire melted golden streaks of honey across the thin, scudding clouds.

The low rays of the setting sun made their skins glow and set fire to their smoke trails. Their pattern had been burned into the sky, forever a message to the world that theirs was a love like no other. The sun finally sank behind the hills in shame. It could not compete with the beauty that flew so gracefully above the green laws on that evening.

Fleur and Hermione held each other and watched their soaring lovers spiral back to earth. And they all lay together on the soft, sweeping lawns, beneath an endless chain of daisies in the sky.


Penny even met Tinkle’s special friend once. Penny went into the ballroom to retrieve a left-behind scarf, and when she entered she really had a bit of a shock.

There was Tinkle. Tinkle was wearing tiny thigh-high black leather boots, and a tiny black leather bustier. She had tiny spiked black leather wristbands and a collar to match. She even had a black whip that looked rather large, all things considered.

Tinkle’s friend was tied up on the floor, in a position that many have aspired to, but only a few have ever actually achieved.

“Penny!” Squealed Tinkle in delight. “I is so happy you is here! This is my friend, Kinkle!” Kinkle said something to Penny, but it was really too muffled to make it out. Penny decided just to let that one go.

“Charmed,” said Penny. “Please excuse the intrusion, Tinkle and Kinkle, I’ll make sure you aren’t disturbed again. Just ring the bell when you’re done. Have fun!”

“Goodbye Penny!” squeaked Tinkle.

“Murf ah es k’;” said Kinkle.

As Penny closed the door, she hard a sharp snapping noise.

“So cute,” thought Penny, and she quickly obliviated the last 1 minute and 53 seconds from her mind.

They began to believe that it would last forever, then in the Daily Prophet they saw that the Cup Matches were over, and England had won. That was nice.

A cloud settled over the Fairy-tale castle, and there was hardly any laughter at all. There were more than a few tears though.

After a gloomy sort of lunch Fleur left the table and went into the library. Tinkle had come to tell her that she had an owl.

After several minutes, Angie, Gin, Hermione, Katie, and Penny heard gasping, choking sounds from the library, and they ran to Fleur. There was an open letter and several unopened envelopes on the couch by Fleur. Fleur was doubled over and couldn’t seem to breathe, so Ginny rushed to her, and gently lifted the tear-streaked face.

Fleur was absolutely choking with laughter, helpless and absolutely incapable of speech. She handed the paper in her hand to Gin. In a couple of moments Ginny was howling too. That was enough for the others, and they took the letter and read it together, and laughter rang out once more throughout the Fairy-tale castle.

In a nutshell…

Bill had finally realized that he was in love with Remus Lupin. He hoped Fleur would understand, common bond, helped through the worst… Fleur was fine with it.

Ron and Harry, flushed with the Cup Victory, had finally admitted their love for each other. They hoped Hermione and Ginny would understand… Hermione and Ginny were fine with it.

Fred and George had run off with two Veela that they met at the cup final. They hoped Angelina and Katie would understand… Angelina and Katie were fine with it.

Percy, well, Percy had decided that it was best for his future that he tie up with Dolores Umbridge, strictly a career move. He hoped Penny would understand… None of them came remotely close to understanding that, but they were all fine with it. Squicked - but fine with it.

The other envelopes contained signed, notarized, property settlements that indicated that the boys really did feel pretty guilty about the whole thing. Angie, Katie, Gin, and Hermione were just stink rich and were going to be richer judging by the terms of their settlements. Fleur didn’t get much, but all this stuff was hers, and she was already stink rich, so that didn’t matter. Penny got a very fair share from Percy, but she was only pretty comfortable. But all five of her lovers were stink rich, so that didn’t matter either.

They soaked in the tub, and made love and laughed, they braided endless chains of daisies, and they cried, and they laughed, and they all lived stink-rich-happily-ever-after in the Fairy-tale Castle.

The End.