Welcome to Cloud Nine

Pansy hurried up the walkway to the rustic cottage style house that belonged to Luna Lovegood. She opened the door and gave her a brilliant smile. Her long blond hair was braided down her back and as always she was dressed casually in jeans and a flowy blouse.



“Pansy, come in. When I got your owl, I started planning.” Pansy returned her hug and chuckled at the table in her front room. Set low to the ground with comfortable pillows and seats for them.



“I’m glad. It’s been some time since we had a girls pow wow.” Pansy set aside her cloak and purse. Luna took her own seat, leaving the door ajar.



Ginny Malfoy came through the floo with a bag in her arm. “Hello ladies.” She called and kissed both of them. “So, why the gathering Pansy?” She asked taking out bottles of drinks and setting them among the trays of food that Luna had arranged.



“I’ll let you know when the others get here.” She said, helping to open the bottles and fill goblets.



“The doors open so I’m not gonna bother knocking.” Millicent Crabbe sang as she walked in. Greetings and kisses resumed as she brought in her own tray. The dishes on the table were rearranged to make room for the newest offering.



“Did we plan a gorge fest?” They ladies turned back to the door, as Hermione Snape walked in. She was carrying what everyone knew was chocolate fondue with strawberries and cake bites. After several minuets the table was rearranged for the final time.



As everyone snaked and talked of minor things Pansy looked at the group around her. Ginny was now married Draco and did a lot of work with battered women’s shelters and children’s orphanages. She worked hard to find homes for them and to help women. Draco’s fortune allowed her to help in ways others couldn’t.



Millicent and Vincent Crabbe went to a dance in the last year of Hogwarts. Since neither had anyone in mind that they wanted to bring they went as friends, and eventually, they ended up together.



Hermione Snape however was a shock to the whole school. Rumors had put her with both Harry and Ron, but when she began an apprenticeship with Professor Snape, she had little time for anyone. It wasn’t a shock to anyone who had undertaken an apprenticeship. The long hours spent with one person usually resulted in relationships based on a mutual interest in one felid of another. In Hermione, the Professor had found the ultimate potions partner, and a woman as intelligent as him.



“Ok Pansy, spill it.” Millicent said after they had snaked for awhile. “Why did you gather everyone together?”



“Yes, let’s get down to business.” Hermione put in, still eating nachos.



“Well, I guess it all starts with Brian Hanover.” She said.



“Hanover? Wasn’t he the one that tried to bum-fuck you?” Millicent asked.



“I don’t get why that is such a turn on.” Luna put in.



“They want it because they are told they can’t have it, that’s all.” Hermione added. “So did you date this guy or something?”



“Yes, some time ago I did and like Millicent said, he tried anal, but when I said no, he tried to force it.” Gasps came from Ginny and Luna. “I grabbed my wand and he had to leave. I sent all the stuff he left at my house to him the next day and hadn’t seen him since. That is until several days ago.”



“Where is he now?” Luna asked.



“He’s a financial consultant so he’s around the Ministry a lot, but me and Ron ran into him at Cloud Nine.” She said.



“What’s Cloud Nine?” Ginny asked.



‘It’s a sex club. A kind of pleasure house type place. Anything you want can be found.” Hermione told her. “Severus took me there once, but it wasn’t my sort of thing. He had gone there in his youth but not anymore.”



“Vincent took me there once too, but aside from watching, I wasn’t into anything.” Millicent said. “I’m a pretty boring shag, maybe that’s why Vincent liked me. He doesn’t have to work too hard.” The girls exploded in laughter.



“Well, we met him there and now he’s been sending me owls and wanting to meet me.” Pansy continued. “Ron wants me to move in with him, because he says it will be safer.”



“Is this guy that much of a danger to you?” Hermione asked getting serious.



“I don’t know. Ron already had Harry check him out, and he’s had a shady past, but I don’t want to move in with Ron just because of Brian.



“I know my brother and Ron never would have offered if he didn’t want it. Otherwise he would have thought of another solution. Maybe he’s been wanting you to move in and is using this Brian guy as an excuse.” Ginny reasoned.



“But it’s only been a few months.” Pansy countered.



“Ron doesn’t like to wait.” Hermione added in. “He’s learned not to hold anything in. Ginny is right, he wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t want to live with you.”



“Living with Ron is only a temporary solution. What about Brian?” Luna asked.



“I could have Vincent get Greg and they can go beat the piss out of him.” Millicent offered, drawing laughter from the girls.



“This gut sounds like your typical insecure man who needs to dominate women to feel more manly.” Hermione said, when the laughter died down.



“Yes, and in the most extreme of ways. Nothing makes a woman more vulnerable then to be tied down and forced.” Ginny added.



“It makes a man vulnerable too. Can you name any man who wants to be tied down?” Luna asked.



“Ron let me.” Pansy said without thinking.



“Too much information Pansy.” Ginny said softly.



“But Ron trusts you, so to him it’s not a threatening situation.” Luna continued.



“I agree.” Hermione added. “There are things that Severus is willing to do with me that he won’t do with anyone else, and vice versa.”



“So he will always be an issue?” Pansy asked with a sigh.



“Not necessarily.” Luna said. “It’s a matter of a man finding someone who can match him or surpass him and then he will forget those that fall below that new status.”



“Are you saying I have to go matchmaking for the man?” Pansy asked with a grimace.



“It would be easy enough. All he needs is a woman to take him in hand and dominate him. That type of thing would appeal to a mal like Brian who would be expecting it.” She explained.



“Luna, if you can find a woman like that, she’s welcome to him.” Pansy downed her drink.



“What would a man like that do when encountering a woman who dominated him?” Hermione asked. “It would have to be something he wasn’t expecting. He couldn’t be talked into trying it. He would just refuse.”



“I think you’re right.’ Millicent said. “He needs to be taken by surprise and then he will understand what he does to women.”



“If he suddenly found himself tied down by a woman wielding a whip he’d shit his trousers.” Ginny said laughing.



“Good, then a whipping will make him piss on himself and he can clean it up.” Millicent added toasting Ginny, and bringing laughter from the rest of the girls.



While talking with the girls did much for her bad mood, Pansy had yet to come to a decision regarding Ron. She knew he wanted to make sure she was safe but if she was to live with him then she needed more. She needed much more. Living with a man was a big step and she needed to be sure of his feelings before she took that step.



Luna walked with Pansy to her home then spoke again. “I’ve been the the club many times Pansy, even the upper levels.”



“What about the highest ones?” Pansy asked. She knew what was up there, but she never had the slightest urge to venture that high.



“Only once. As an assistant to a woman who was considered a master in the art. Some of those men are in control of everything, big families, huge estate, massive businesses and fortunes. It makes sense that sex would be the one area that they can completely relinquished control to another person and it would affect nobody but themselves.” She explained.



“Is that what it’s about? Control?” Pansy asked as they ambled along.



“In most cases yes, in others it’s just a fetish. And yet for others it’s a way of life.” Luna looked off into the distance. “Then again there are some who abuse it. Some who use a gift of submission to fulfill a sick and twisted fantasy of dominance. In this world the submissive is the one with the control and the power.”



“How?” Pansy listened as Luna spoke with a knowledge about the world.



“With the call of one word, the experience, whatever it is, stops. All the submissive has to do is call out the safety word and everything is over. A dominant who doesn’t respect the safety word shouldn’t have the control in the first place.”



“Such as Brian.” Pansy said.



“Yes, such as Brian.” Luna agreed.



“Brian isn’t one to go over rules of the game and safety words though.” Pansy said.



“Then he has no respect for the lifestyle and shouldn’t be a part of it.” Luna told her as they arrives at her house. There, secured to her door was a note. Pansy checked it for hexes and then opened the letter.



‘Pans, Meet me in room 605 tonight at ten o’clock. I will be waiting for you. Do not be late. B’



“He seems secure of himself.” Luna ventured.



“Overly secure of himself.” Pansy said she led the blonde into her home. They waited only a few moments when Ron showed up and picked up the atmosphere immediately. “What happened?” He looked from one girl to the other, taking Pansy’s hand. “It’s him, isn’t it. What’s he done?”



“Don’t you think you are jumping to conclusions?” Pansy asked.



“Look me in the eye and tell me it’s something other than Brian Hanover.” He leaned in and put his nose on hers, waiting. Pansy stifled a giggle. “That’s what I thought.” He said standing upright again.



Pansy handed him the note and watched the various shades of red show up on his face. It would have seemed comical if the situation hadn’t been so serious.



“I’m going to kill him.” Ron said calmly as he finished reading.



“Now Ron, murder never solved anything.” Luna told him just as calmly.



“That depends on whose perspective you see it from. Me, personally, I’d love to see him stuffed and mounted on a wall.” He said.



“Ron, really.” Pansy said rolling her eyes.



“Pansy, the sixth floor is for…….” Ron began but Luna cut him off.



“I have an idea.” She said. Pansy and Ron exchanged a curious look. “Trust me.”