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Sapphires

Written for the "30 Drabbles in 30 Days" challenge by Mystii at the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum.

I was awake for ages, listening to taps dripping, and trying to pretend that I didn't feel like curling up and disappearing. I just don't believe what I've just done, what I've come to realise, what I've discovered of myself. It's wrong, surely? To love another of the same sex - even if she does have eyes that shine and sparkle, the deep blue of sapphires - would lose me the respect of everyone I know, I'm sure of it. Especially my family.

I'm from a pureblood family, and love such as mine is just not right. If they find out, the best I could hope for is to be disowned, to be parted from my twin and never see my family again. Traditional values hang like chains around the necks of pureblood fathers. Daughters must marry and produce heirs. But there must also be love. Or at least attraction, lust. If there isn't then the child may be a squib, and a squib in the line is akin to a disease in a single rose in a flower bed. No one wants that disease to spread, and no one wants a diseased rose.

I know that it's my duty, to my father and my family, to marry. But I know that there can never be that love, lust, attraction. Because I have fallen in love, lust, and I am completely, unutterable, attracted to Her. My dear friend.

I, Parvati Patil, am deeply in love with my best friend, room mate and confidante, Lavender Brown.

And earlier today, in a fire-whiskey-fuelled confession, I told my half-blood friend everything. And since then I haven't seen her. I've hidden in the bathroom. I'm afraid of the consequences of my actions, and now that I am sober? I am terrified. My heart is pounding against my chest, racing. Tears gather in my eyes but don't shed. I lie there on the tiled floor of the bathroom for ages, listening to the taps dripping, and trying to pretend that I didn't tell her.

Because now I may have ruined everything. And she... Lavender...

She's just... Oh. She's perfect. From the light brown curls that cascade down her back to her full breasts and elegant collarbones. From her tiny waist and delicate petite frame. And the smile that lights up the room, the blush that warms my heart. But most perfect of all, are those eyes that shine and sparkle, the deep blue of sapphires. I could drown in those eyes.

I didn't get a single review for my last chapter of FaB, so I'm not up-dating it for a while. Apparently my writing is so mediocre that no one wants to read it.