A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club December

Assorted Appreciation: 16 - Rise of the Guardians - "(name) was right. I make a mess of everything." - Alt - Write about someone who wants to be seen/noticed

Disney Appreciation: songs – 4 - When There Was You And Me - Write about someone feeling abandoned.

Showtime: 7 - A Christmas Song - (weather) Snowy

Lyric Alley: 11 - Without any fear

Winter Funfair

Southern Funfair – Magical Mistletoe – Hermione/Penelope Clearwater

Northern Funfair – Christmas singalong - Last Christmas – Wham - "I keep my distance, But you still catch my eye" - Write about noticing someone else

Eastern Funfair – Snow Art

Red Snow - "No one will realize we're gone."

Blue Snow - Vindictive

Pink Snow- Sneaking out of a room

Word Count: 822

Hermione glared at Ron. He was talking to a group of witches all sporting Quidditch themed outfits. She knew she shouldn't be jealous of his fans, but everywhere they went, there they were, flocking to him. And things always turned out the same, he'd flirt with them, they'd flirt back, and Hermione would end up eating or drinking or shopping alone. One time, he'd even forgotten about her until she'd finally gotten home on her own. She'd almost broken up with him that night. He claimed it was an accident and wouldn't happen again. So far, other than being completely ignored by her boyfriend, it hadn't.

"You look like you could use a drink."

"I don't... I really shouldn't."

"Why?" the voice asked sliding onto the empty seat next to Hermione. "Still a goody-goody like at school?" Hermione recognized the speaker, Penelope Clearwater. The girl had been a few years ahead of her in school, had dated Percy Weasley, and now was sitting next to her staring at her with a pair of chocolate brown eyes that made Hermione really want to accept that drink.

"I, you know what, screw it, sure. I could use a drink," she stated glaring over at Ron. He didn't seem to see her, or if he did, he ignored her.

"Pick you poison then, Granger, isn't it?"

"If you're buying me a drink, it's Hermione. And I'll take a Black Magic," Hermione said after moment. Penelope smiled ordering two, one for her and one for Hermione.

"Didn't take you for someone who knew their drinks."

"I was bored once, at a bar, so I learned a little bit."

"Let me guess, Weasley over there brought you and forgot you?"

"Yes," Hermione answered wondering why she was even talking to Penelope. It wasn't as though they were friends, it wasn't as if she'd see her again anytime in the future.

"You know, you've always impressed me, Hermione. The way you could absorb knowledge, like a sponge. Although, there's probably a thing or two I could teach you," Penelope stated putting her hand on Hermione's thigh. Hermione blinked and a slow smile spread across her face. She remembered the day she'd told Ron that she thought she might like girls. Ron's first comment was 'sweet, threesome!' That was always the first comment, always.

"I heard a rumor that you played for both teams," Penelope said when Hermione didn't pull away.

"Didn't know you did too."

"Ahh, no, I don't. Percy was a stupid cover to me trying to pretend to be something I'm not. I've come to accept the truth about myself. So, tell me, Hermione, have you ever kissed a girl? Or has Weasley managed to keep your attention all to himself?"

"Hannah Abbott, I kissed Hannah, once under the mistletoe. And Ron doesn't keep my attention, not really."

"There's some rooms upstairs, rent by the hour. No one will notice we're gone," Penelope whispered. Hermione glanced at Ron, he was busy laughing and drinking, one of the Quidditch girls had wrapped herself around like a scarf. Hermione bit back a snort. Penelope was right, Ron wouldn't even notice she was gone. She turned back to Penelope.

"Lead the way," she said after a moment. She let the older girl take her hand and lead up a set of spiral stairs. The entire time, her stomach fluttered as though it were filled with a thousand butterflies. Nothing she'd ever done with Ron had made her feel like this, was it because it was Ron, or because Penelope was a female, or... no, she needed to stop over analyzing this. Penelope pushed open a door and Hermione glanced around the room. It was bare save for a bed with beige bedsheets. There was a tiny window on the wall, but all the witches could see outside was a depressing looking grey sky. Penelope wrinkled her nose.

"Pretty depressing, but maybe we could make it work?"

Hermione nodded closing the door. She pulled out her wand, waved it over the bed. The bedsheets became a deep sapphire blue and several pillows appeared. She turned her attention to the window, matching blue curtains now prevented either of them from seeing outside.

"Nice job," Penelope whistled. Hermione slid her wand back away. Hermione blushed was Penelope traced her fingers over her cheek. Slowly Penelope leaned and kissed Hermione, sending her head spinning. Hermione could smell Penelope's perfume, a strange spicy scent that was intoxicating as she unbuttoned her shirt. Within moments the pair found themselves on the newly redecorated bed, Penelope's fingers now tracing Hermione's naked stomach.

"You still want to do this?" she asked leaning over Hermione. She nodded wrapping her arms around Penelope's neck and pulling the older girl on top of herself.

"Yes," she answered kissing Penelope passionately. Outside the sickly looking sky opened and giant snowflakes circled through the air, the first magical snow of the season.