Piercing / Insight
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Chap. 35: Harrods: Piercing / Insight
“Well, girls,” Orla Cunningham asked, her American accent coming through a bit stronger in her excitement as she looked down at Ginny, Astoria, Romilda, and Luna, “Where to first?”
“I would think clothing is the traditional beginning of a shopping trip for young ladies,” Luna offered, her wide blue eyes blinking slowly up at Orla.
“One would think that,” the only adult in the group said with a smile as she ushered the four younger women off to the side of the wide hallway between departments near the first of several intersections. “But I’m going to let you in on a little tip- do your clothes shopping last, unless you have a handsome young man to carry the bags for you. Make them work for it… but no reason for us to lug around arm-fulls of baggage, right?”
Ginny frowned, “But Dobby-”
“Ah, ah. Harry and Dobby are both very generous in allowing them to help,” Orla shook her head, “and we’ll definitely avail ourselves of that, but for now, let’s do other things. Trust me. First… how about a salon? Anyone want their nails, finger or toes, done? A Mani-pedi? What about hair styling or cut? Piercings? I notice Romilda’s ears aren’t pierced.”
The olive-skinned girl perked up, “Oh, I’ve never even really thought about it. Mum wouldn’t let me when I was younger, but now, with Harry being my caretaker and Ron being my new Master, that sounds like it might be something they would enjoy.”
“I wouldn’t mind getting more, either,” Astoria grinned, “I like the two I’ve got, but I always liked that muggle fashion of having a row up one side… and maybe a bit more. A nostril, or something. Small, understated, not too much.”
“A good choice to start with,” Orla laughed, “If you’re getting extra. Just don’t blow all of your allowance on those.. or get too many at once.”
“What about a tattoo?” Ginny asked, grinning knowingly at the other girls, “I’ve kind of always wanted a Hungarian Horntail on my buttocks.”
The of-age witch laughed along with the giggles, “I think Sirius mentioned something about that story once, but no. Not yet, you aren’t of age and Molly would have my hide if I let you get one now. Also they take a while, especially magical ones. And they hurt, and I’m not sure there’s even a parlor to do them here.”
“The sign says there is,” Luna pointed out, somehow reading the marquee-sized map Daphne, Tracey, Flora, Padma, and Sirius had just left. “But it’s all the way across the building I think. And it says “18+”.
“Which none of you are,” Orla reminded them of needlessly, “And remember for muggles you are still a minor until you’re eighteen, so behave. I’m certainly not dragging a bunch of fifteen and sixteen year old girls in there. And if I have to to drag you out, it’ll be straight to Molly, and she can tear you a new one in person. We clear on that?”
Both Luna and Ginny paled. “R- Right. We’ll be good, no tattoos.”
“The piercings, though,” Orla grinned, “That sounds like a bit of healthy teenage rebellion if you ask me- I might get one myself, actually, depending on what they’re comfortable with. First, though, Mani-pedi, the hair?”
“Sounds great,” Astoria grinned. “Lead the way!”
A few minutes later, their own group had been well and truly separated from the other shoppers that had come with them, though they were also completely surrounded by others, mostly muggle, though a few strange fashions caught their eye here and there, hinting at a magical’s attempt at blending in. To one degree or another, at least. Fortunately, that separation had finalized as they entered a large salon department that seemed to have almost everything they needed, from piercings to hair stylists and manicurists. They were just finishing setting up, and had a single customer already, an older woman whose head was inside a metal dome contraption attached to a chair that had the younger girls giggling for reasons none of them really knew.
“Hi, welcome to Harrods,” a pretty, tall red-head with a decidedly Irish cast to her eyes and freckles, framed by a short-shorn fiery hair a few shades lighter than Ginny’s, greeted them with a smile, “All of you together? What’ll we be doing? We’re still waiting on a few stylists to come in, it’s usually a slow morning for us, but we’ll manage.”
“Ah, yes, all five of us. Anyone not want the Mani-pedi? Hair?”
Ginny frowned and lifted a few of her locks, “I was thinking maybe not, but I could do with a trim. The nails sound great, though.”
With a general nod and words of agreement, the woman behind the counter grinned, no doubt thinking of the tips rolling her way, “Alright, five haircuts… any color? No? And the full Mani-pedi…”
“I’d also like mine painted artistically,” Luna supplied, pointing to an A-frame sign that had just been placed in the department’s entrance.
“Ah, perfect… that’s an additional five pounds, there you are… scrub?”
“Oh, definitely,” Orla chuckled, “For all of us. Trust me, girls, it’s amazing, and as long as Harry’s footing the bill, I see no reason not to.”
“Perfect,” the red-head laughed, “Always make the man pay for it, right? Anyway, is there anything else I can tack on, drive up his bill a bit higher?”
“I mean, we aren’t here to waste his money,” Astoria laughed, “but we were thinking about some piercings, too. Romilda’s never had hers done, and I want one or two more on one ear, maybe three. Maybe some other stuff, if you are fine with, uh, different things.”
The clerk’s eyebrows rose, “Well, most of us can manage the basic ears- it’s pretty simple, just run through maintenance, the cleaning, rotating, and so on, point the little gun and click, ear’s pierced. Uli’s the only one usually up for the more complicated things, but I’ve done a few shells. Hm. Uli should be here in about an hour… if you don’t mind waiting until the end, her schedule’s clear and I can block you in, it’ll just have to be as everyone else is getting done.”
Ginny glanced at the blonde, then Luna, and Romilda, “I’ll get something else, too. A- navel?”
Orla rolled her eyes, “Of course. Hah… not that I mind.”
“Then I will, too,” Luna added. “If Ms. Uli is comfortable with it, a little something else, though. I’ll discuss it with her, if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all, not at all,” the clerk laughed, “It’s not my business what you get done anyway, just need to block off the time. Fifteen to thirty minutes is usually enough for everyone-”
“I’ll take all thirty,” Astoria nodded, “but it’ll take less if you do my ear.”
“Just fifteen for me, I think,” Luna nodded. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while.”
“Same,” Ginny nodded. “I almost just did it myself last week, so it should be easy.”
“You know what,” Orla laughed, “I said it before on a lark, but… if Uli is, um, comfortable with some more intimate stuff, I, well, I wanted to do something nice for my boyfriend… and myself.”
“Say no more,” their attendant laughed again quietly, and stuck out her tongue to reveal a barbell there, “I’ve got one there, and one further down, if you know what I mean- and yeah, Uli did both for me. We aren’t technically supposed to, but if the boss doesn’t notice then no one will care.”
“Excellent,” Orla grinned. “Well, ladies? Who’s first?”
“I’ve got stylists for two of you now, and if you don’t mind me stopping to greet new customers and get them signed in, I can take a third, too. I’m Jenna, by the way.”
A few minutes later, Astoria, Luna, and Romilda, who anticipated taking the longest with their piercings for all the mind-broken girl had only her first set to worry about, were sitting in a trio of comfortable chairs with footrests, side by side, each facing a mirror as a stylist stood behind each of them, making small talk with hands busy at work fluffing, brushing, or taking small snips here and there.
Ginny and Orla, meanwhile, spent a few minutes getting to know each other. They had met many times previously, of course, but of all the girls in their age group that associated with Harry, the only one the older witch could really claim she knew was Astoria thanks to their many trips to the muggle hospital where the blonde had been getting her treatments.
“So,” Ginny asked after a few minutes of small-talk, when the green-dyed woman who was cutting Astoria’s hair had already lopped off an inch from her mid-back waves, bringing it closer to the bottom of her shoulder blades, “You and Sirius. How are you two getting on?”
“Not that it’s your business,” Orla chuckled quietly, “But… really well, actually. I… I kind of think he might be the one.”
“Really?” the ginger grinned, turning in her seat to better face the older woman, “I know you two have been together for some months, but… ‘the one’?”
“Please,” Orla sniffed with amusement, “Like you aren’t dead certain Harry’s ‘the one’ for you… and every other lady around him, it seems like. I’m an adult, I’ve the right to decide for myself. And it’s been about a year, actually.”
“I’m not saying you aren’t,” Ginny shot back, just as amused, “I just hadn’t heard you two were really all that serious- no, don’t say it!”
“I’m not Sirius, that’s my boyfriend,” Orla retorted with a laugh, “Gods, I hate that joke, and he never stops with it… now I’m doing it, too!”
“I told you not to say it,” Ginny giggled.
“Yes, well.. you hear it a few hundred times to many, and it lodges in your brain anyway, and doesn’t even pay rent,” Orla sighed, still smiling. “I do love that man, though. He’s… not at all what I expected when I learned he was the Sirius Black, escaped felon who was never even given a trial and was completely innocent. And he loves Harry to death. You all, too.”
“I can also tell he loves you,” Ginny replied quietly, “It’s all over him whenever you’re around.”
“Yes, well… don’t tell him this, but I think I might be head over heels myself,” Orla whispered back conspiratorially, “don’t want it to go to his head.”
“Right, right… it’s big enough as it is,” Ginny laughed. “But in all seriousness, I thought you two were more casual?”
Orla shrugged, “We were, and then we weren’t. It wasn’t anything either of us really talked about, it just… happened. We started spending more and more time together. Christmas Hols with him was… interesting. I’d seen Lilith around, since Harry stayed with him for a couple weeks, but that was the first time we really talked, and… well, she set me straight on a few things. Told me some things that were just in my head and not real… told me some things about Sirius I wouldn’t have believed if he’d said them himself. Told me… well, in no simple terms, that we would be very good together, in- and I quote- “her very expert opinion”.
“That’s what changed your mind?”
“I suppose it helped… but no, not really. I was already pretty much in love… she just helped me see past my insecurities a bit, and realize that the person I felt Sirius was, was actually who he was. Is… you know what I mean.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I do. I mean, he’s a catch, for a wizard his age,” Ginny laughed, “I guess. Money, a stable life, decent bloke, helpful, friendly… a man who knows how to have fun. In more than one way, I’m guessing, since you were talking about those piercings.”
“Yes, well, not that you need to know,” Orla laughed, “but yes. I’ve mentioned it to him before, so I don’t think he’ll be too surprised when I show up with the pierced tongue… but the clit piercing, well… You know, no reason he should be the only one with a benefit, right? I’ve heard they were pretty good- one of my friends in the ‘States got one a few years back, and she said it’s worth doing for a bit of extra stimulation. You know, if you like more.”
“I’ve never had a problem ‘finishing’, if that’s what you mean,” Ginny giggled, turning more red than she intended.
Orla shrugged, “Not really what I was getting at, but I guess it’s along those lines. My friend said it just adds a different sort of stimulation, and once you’re used to it- it can be really sensitive at first, given it’s, you know, right through or next to that nerve bundle- it doesn’t hurt. At least after that.”
“Something for later, then probably. I… To be honest, I probably get too much stimulation,” Ginny whispered back, “Between Harry and R- uh, and all the other girls, I… I kind of feel like it took over my whole life this last year. Hermione mentioned something like that a few times, too, and I think she’s right. Things are calming down, though. Becoming more… routine, I guess, but in a good way? Like we’re used to just… making time for, well, intimacy… but still getting other stuff done. Like Pansy’s studying to become a Healer, and Luna is painting again while still studying her magical creatures, things like that.”
“What about you, though? I know Romilda’s… kind of single-minded about what she wants, but you should have other hobbies.”
“I fly,” Ginny grinned, “I want to play Quidditch. Chaser- that’s what I play at Hogwarts. I’m a good enough Seeker, but not enough for pro. As a Chaser, though… well, not many can keep up with me. Harry and Angelina, his last Captain before Katie, have both said I’m about the most agile flyer they’ve seen in the position. As quick on a corner as most Seekers, and I’ve a good arm and aim.”
"That's cool, I like Quidditch. I honestly wish it'd taken off more back home. Quodpot's alright, but I like Quidditch more. It’s faster, even if the whole Seeker vs Chaser thing kind of makes Chasers seem less relevant.”
“I don’t know about that,” Ginny shrugged, “I mean, look at the World Cup two years ago: Krum got the Snitch, but Ireland won.”
“That’s true, but still, you have to agree most games are won before that kind of point discrepancy happens.”
“Sure, sure. Maybe one in eight games isn’t, if that. But still, that’s where the excitement is for most of the game. And I’ve… got some ideas. If I do end up going pro, I think I’m going to set out to prove that it doesn’t have to be that way. A four-in-eight ratio being decided by Chaser teamwork and skill seems more like it, wouldn’t you agree?”
“That would make the game even better, yes,” Orla agreed with a smile.
They continued to talk Quidditch for a good thirty minutes more while Astoria and Romilda’s trims were done, and they ended up on opposite sides of Luna, who was getting a more stylized updo put together for the time being, “To see if it has an effect on the gathering and organization of Nargles, particularly Harry’s hive.”
Another thirty minutes later, Romilda was sitting calmly and listening intently while her stylist ran through the instructions for taking care of newly-placed earrings, while Luna and Astoria sat in a pair of chairs further back, behind closed curtains.
“No, just the right ear,” Astoria shrugged, “I think two, maybe three, going up the shell. I’ll probably add more later, if I like it. And I think I will. Um… do you have some with like, a chain? Like, going between the top and bottom stud?”
“We do,” Uli, her attendant, said with a nod, “But I wouldn’t recommend it at first. Wait until you decide if you want to deal with even the studs or hoops first- they’re a lot more finicky and need more turns and cleanings than the earlobes, since they go through the cartilage sometimes, and it hurts more, too. Adding a chain that can get caught in your hair, well…”
The blonde scrunched up her nose, “That’s… a good point, I’ll just do studs, then, or smooth hoops, something easy to rotate.”
“Okay… I had a girl get a chain a couple weeks ago, and she lasted just two days before she had to come in and get us to cut it out of her hair. Ended up lopping off three inches before it was all done. We did what we could, but… sometimes people don’t take the advice they’re offered.”
“I try not to be dumb,” Astoria chuckled. “I’m surrounded by smart people, and there’s already too many stereotypes around blondes, so… more fun to buck people’s expectations. I’m not a normal girl, right? Why make people think I am? And if they underestimate me anyway, well… that’s on them, and more the advantage to me.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” the attendant laughed, “Oh, sorry- should probably watch my language.”
“I don’t fucking mind what the fuck kind of language you use,” Astoria replied with a grin.
Luna, too, simply started to hum for a few seconds, then switched to a soft, “Cunt-cock-licker-sticker, gobble-balls and pinch the nipples, no one cares here what you say, I just want to get la-aid.”
Uli glanced over at the other girl with a pink face, “Well, alright… I guess I won’t turn it down, but aren’t you both a bit young?”
“Some people think I am, and I haven’t yet,” Astoria answered with a frown and glance at Luna, “but that cutie’s apparently been getting some for years. Started pretty young.”
Luna only kept sing-songing all the curse words or otherwise not-child-words she could think of under her breath, now bobbing her head from side to side in the chair with her eyes closed and tapping her feet against each other for a bit of percussion.
“Kids,” Uli chuckled, “One starting too young, the other wishing she had. Trust me, it’s not all its cracked up to be. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like it all, but its not the end-all and be-all of existence.”
“Of course not,” Luna suddenly said, pausing her musical improv for a moment, “but it is quite nice. There are few feelings like having all your holes plugged at once, but having that kind of fun with your man and your best friends is one of the few that beat it.”
Uli frowned at that, “You’ve… never mind. I don’t want to know. I just- tell me it was willing, at least. Consensual… and not with an adult, or adults.”
“Oh, no, there was no abuse at all,” Luna smiled serenely, “And it was quite consensual, every time. I was taken a bit by surprise at first, but I caught on to what was happening quickly enough, and was quite enthusiastic when things continued with my friend- er, friends. How much longer will you be with Astoria?”
Just as she asked, Astoria winced, “That’s one done… two more. A couple more minutes, now that I’ve got her ear swabbed I can just load the earrings and go. Impatient?”
“Some,” Luna admitted, “I have a feeling I will quite like my request, and am eager to get it done. But I will live.”
“There’s two… and… three! All done. Remember, just like with your original lobe piercings, you need to rotate them every little while. Not just fifteen minutes, but every five or ten, at least for the first couple of days until they scab. And alcohol clean them three times a day, make sure you get inside and outside the hoop.”
“My arm will probably be tired by dinner,” Astoria laughed, reaching up to accept the packet of tissues and swabs Uli handed her, “but it’s not bleeding, at least.”
“Not as many vessels in the cartilage,” the older woman shrugged, “but it is bleeding some, they always do. You won’t see as much from all three of those as your initial lobe piercings unless it gets infected, and if it does that, best to see a doctor right away, infections that close to your ear and brain are no joke.”
“I’ll be careful,” Astoria nodded, though she was thinking privately that a few potions might do the job better.
“And for you, love?” Uli asked, wiping down the gun since it was changing customers and glancing at the selection tray Luna had already looked through.
“I think three barbells for me,” the waifish girl replied mistily, “one at the top of my navel, perhaps with a little moonstone, like this one- you know, because my name is Luna- and these two I think will fit my nipples quite well.”
Astoria gaped. Uli coughed aloud, equally as surprised, “Your- nipples.”
“Yes. Is that a problem?” Luna asked, sounding entirely too innocent.
“W- Well, no, but- normally you’d need your parent’s written consent, and…”
“Oh, Orla can sign for me,” Luna replied, “Daddy gave her and Sirius permission to act on his behalf. If it matters. Does it, really?”
Uli looked at Astoria, confused, unsure.
The other blonde shrugged, “First I’ve heard of it, but knowing her father… it wouldn’t really surprise me. Her Mum’s been gone a few years, and her dad, well… he’s a bit unusual as a parent.”
“I love him,” Luna smiled, “but yes, he is a bit… odd. I suppose he thought both Orla and Sirius, even though they have no children of their own, would be able to make wise decisions. It’s also just for today, of course. He knows where we are, and what I intend to do. He was most interested in the idea when I talked with him about it a few days ago. Had never heard of such a thing.”
Again Uli frowned, “And you aren’t… going to show him, are you?”
“Why no,” Luna actually gaped herself, “That would be highly inappropriate, would it not? No, I intend to only show my friends and my boyfriend.”
“Er… Alright. I- I suppose that’s alright. If you’re sure? I don’t want this to come back and get me in trouble.”
“I can assure you it will not,” Luna replied happily, and lifted her shirt over her breasts. Astoria, at least, was not surprised to find that the other girl was not wearing a bra, though her breasts were the largest in their age-group, a full grapefruit-size, rounder than Romilda’s orange-sized ones, both bigger than Ginny or Astoria, though at least she wasn’t as tiny as the ginger’s near-flat chest.
“Well, alright. Um… it works better, if you’re, you know… aroused. At least stiff. But let’s do your navel first, those are easy, and…”
Astoria had to admit, she liked what she saw on the other girl’s body. She was only a few months older, but had been admitted a year ahead of Astoria herself. In some ways she was jealous at just how curvy Luna was for being so petite, barely taller or wider than Ginny herself, while Astoria had inherited a slightly more slender version of her sister’s statuesque form, in return for more modest, average-sized breasts (at least for now, both Daphne and her mother were still convinced she’d grow a bit more there, but Astoria was decidedly not).
It… it shouldn’t be turning me on, though. Right? I mean, I’ve never been attracted to girls. They’re pretty, cute, adorable, but… not sexy. But if any of them are, it’s Luna, I suppose? Or maybe Daphne, she’s a real beauty, but I don’t think about her that way. She’s my sister, and it’d be weird. Besides… I just want…
“Snip and done there… remember, also, this one won’t bleed but you still need to-”
“Rotate and alcohol, three days twice a day, then hourly rotations and clean once a day for up to two weeks. Yes, I read up on it,” Luna replied, “It’s nice that it doesn’t hurt at all, even less than my ears did.”
“Yes, well, I’m afraid your- your breasts will sting quite a lot, and be tender for days afterward. They’re among the hardest to get pain-free, and the extra stimulation will often keep them erect. It’s probably good you aren’t wearing a bra, because that would pin them in, but… it will make things more difficult today.”
“I’m not worried about that,” Luna smiled cheerfully, “I will simply pop into a restroom every fifteen minutes or so, and if anyone questions, I’ll put a spell on them to make them forget.”
Astoria knew she was quite serious, though Uli giggled. “Alright, well… should I? Would you like me to get some ice, or- oh, you’re just doing it. Lovely.”
Astoria had to agree… it was lovely watching Luna play with her pink nipples, making them distend. She seemed to enjoy it quite a lot too, and was smiling pleasantly as she lay her head back down, both rosy buds taut and high. “Is that sufficient? I don’t think they get much larger.”
“No, that- that should be fine,” Uli murmured, and picked up her gun. “Size three barbell… here. Alright, which side first? No preference? Well, I’m right-handed so let’s do the left, I can be more careful…”
A few moments and a jiggle of perfect, pale white flesh later, it was done and Uli screwed the other half of the barbell on carefully while Luna held a piece of cotton over the nipple. “Didn’t hurt at all, actually,” Luna informed her as Uli sat back up. “Just a bit of pressure… rather like a… what’s the word… hypodermic?”
“Good, you got lucky,” Uli chuckled, “but I bet the next won’t be as smooth. Right handed or not, there’s a lot of nerves there, and if I missed some it was by pure chance.”
But Luna didn’t so much as flinch as the next barbell went into her left nipple, and the same process was repeated. Then Luna was able to clean herself, apply the first alcohol wash, and cover back up.
Astoria could not understand, even given her earlier thoughts, why she wished she hadn’t.
“You know, I think I want a navel, too, if that’s alright.”
Uli just shrugged, seeming glad to get away from Luna for a moment, “Of course, you’re both easy and we’ve got at least ten minutes left. Go ahead and select one while I swab you.”
“Already did- like hers, but I want the rose quartz and heart shaped one.”
“Perfect… a certain man- or woman- you want to show it to?”
“Someone, yes,” Astoria giggled, but no matter how much Uli pried, she revealed nothing else.
Astoria wasn’t even ready to admit it to herself that there were at least three people she really wanted to see it. As she looked at herself in the hand-mirror a few minutes later, she had to wonder, though…
Would ‘they’, unspecified as they might be, like it as much as she did?