Title: No More Cowardice
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G, I think.
Prompts: Stockings, lace
Words: 228
Characters: Hermione/Parvati
Music: A Fine Frenzy- Happier
Notes: ABOUT TIME, HERMIONE
Disclaimer: Not mine
She had run like a coward.
She admits that to herself. She was a coward; a disgrace to the Gryffindor name and house. But thinking of Parvati's touch made her shiver and shake in terror over how she feels. It is all she can do not to hide in a empty classroom instead of sleeping in their shared dorm.
She's talented enough, she could just transfigure a bed, and lock the door. Declare a room her's and never leave. But she is a Prefect, that means she's not allowed to do that. Well, she's not allowed to do that anyway, but she's less likely to get away with it now.
When she climbs the steps to the room and opens the curtains to her bed, she's confronted with the sight of Parvati blinking up at her innocently. The other girl is fully dressed, which Hermione is thankful for, but one of her legs is extended, artfully posed. Hermione can not help but stare at the stocking, lace leading up to the edge of the girl's skirt, splayed so the eye catches and trails up, same with the shirt.
Parvati gives her an encouraging look, hand out, "Please?"
Hermione wants to take a step back and run, but she has run enough. Screwing her courage to the sticking point, she takes Parvati's hand and joins her on the bed.