Disclaimer: No I don't own pretty much anything here except my own ideas.
AN: Written for the February Femmslash Competition and inspired by Gamma's Femmslash drabble tag and the song Sexy Love by T-ARA.
"Of all the witches you could have," Lavender began as she leaned back in her chair at Madam Puddifoots, "Why did you fall for an ugly, battle-scarred witch like me?"
She winced as she felt a wave of discomfort flow through her old scars. It had been thirty-five years since Greyback had attacked her and the scars he gave her were still vivid and sharp, especially after a full moon like the one that had been up last night.
The much younger witch sitting opposite her frowned, as though she didn't understand what Lavender had said.
"Don't you want to be here?" she asked in a slightly disappointed voice and Lavender leaned forward, took her hand and smiled.
"Of course I want to be. I couldn't imagine anyone else I'd rather be on a date with," Lavender said gently. "But…I'm old enough to be your mother," she gestured to her much-scarred face, "and I'm covered in these ugly scars that make me look terr-"
"I don't think your scars make you look ugly," the younger witch cut in sharply. She reached forward and ran her finger along one of the more prominent scars. "They're a sign of a survivor."
"Only because of your mother," Lavender replied almost grimly. She was feeling particularly maudlin today, something she attributed to the influence of the moon. Rose smiled at her and Lavender felt sudden pang of regret for bringing up the topic.
"I don't care that you're older than me," Rose said gently, before leaning forward and brushing a lock of Lavender's hair aside. "When I see your face, I see the face of a beautiful woman who fought the good fight," she put a finger on Lavender's nose. "I see a beautiful nose," she moved her finger to Lavender's mouth. "A beautiful mouth," she moved her finger to Lavender's cheek. "Even your scars are beautiful," and without any warning, she leaned forward and kissed Lavender firmly on the lips, a kiss Lavender found herself returning with equal fervour. Her first thought was that Hermione would hit the roof. Her second was that she didn't really care as long as Rose kept kissing her like this.