Hermione

"So", I started, then stopped again.

"Yeah", she replied, obviously just as unsure about what to say in such a moment.

After standing around awkwardly for a few more moments I asked: "How about we empty my purse now?"

She nodded. "Just hand me everything and I'll turn it back to its normal size."

H/P

"Done. Finally." I let out a sigh of gratitude, slumping down against the covers of the newly put up bed.

"You do remember that we still have to buy some things?" she reminded me teasingly.

"Don't destroy my illusion. I'll just stay in here", I gestured around the room "and do nothing except maybe stand up once to eat."

She showed me her best seductive grin. "You sure I can't convince you to maybe do something? We still have to test out if the mattress is just as comfortable here, after all."

Her words sent a tingle up my spine, but even that could not get me to stand up. "I'm sorry, Pansy, I'm beat."

I slumped back down and closed my eyes, willing sleep to come. A sudden drift against my legs caused me to blindly reach for the blanket that I was sure lay somewhere near my feet, only to find my hands grabbing onto the thick locks that I knew could only belong to my girlfriend. Groggily, I looked down. "Pansy, what…?"

She smirked at me. "Shh, stay silent. Or on second thought, maybe don't. I like it when you're loud."

"What…?" I tried again, but the sensation of her tongue against my sweet spot stopped any coherent thought from forming. I briefly asked myself why I was even naked from waist down, but honestly, I had better things to focus on.

H/P

The whooshing sound of somebody flooing roused me from my post-orgasmic haze. I opened my eyes only to find myself staring right at a flabbergasted Ginny standing in front of the chimney. I shot an incredulous look at my girlfriend.

"You honestly placed the bed next to the chimney?"

"I thought it was convenient, you know, with standing up in the mornings and such." She looked at me sheepishly.

"And because you would want to be able get to a bed as fast as possible whenever you're horny, right?"

"Maybe?" Another sheepish glimpse.

"And you never even thought that someone else might come by?"

"Yeah, well…" She fidgeted slightly. "I was looking at you getting all sweaty in just that tight tank top, and it just didn't seem to be that important.

"You just had to pick the nympho, didn't you, 'Mione?" Ginny had finally found her voice.

"Hey!" came the indignant squawk from my girlfriend.

"No comments from the peanut gallery!" I looked at Pansy sharply, belying my cheery answer.

"Sorry, what?" Ginny inquired confusedly.

"It's a muggle saying." Pansy explained to her. "Never thought the day would come where I would know something about muggles you don't." She laughed. "Now would you mind leaving the room, or do you want to stare at my naked girlfriend some more?" Her tone was teasing, but it held a slight edge to it, like she was staking her claim. Maybe she was.

"Oh. Of course, I mean… I'll just leave you to get dressed." Ginny stuttered, her face already beet red, and fled the room.

Pansy

"You" the voice of one Luna Lovegood told me, once she had stopped laughing "are absolutely insane."

"Thanks" I replied dryly. You know that you are when Luna, of all people, tells you that you are crazy. We had just met up for our lunch break. It was my first day on my new job at the ministry. Luna had also gotten a job there, at the department of muggle relations, where she was training to become one of the "clean up guys" who worked on keeping the damage at bay if somebody used magic in front of muggles. We were not really friends, but I had gotten to know her trough Hermione and she was one of the few people who I knew here and who were willing to talk to me.

"Gladly" she replied, seemingly oblivious to the sarcasm drenching my voice, but her cheeky grin belied her naivety. "But honestly: who on earth puts their chimney in their bedroom?"

"Muggles do that too" I answered her defensively.

"Yes. However, their chimneys don't double as doors."

I groaned loudly. "Why did I even tell you about that?" Of course I knew why I did. She had asked how moving in with Hermione was and I had told her just how it had worked out, including that scene. I had not expected that she would tease me about it like that.

"Well, because…" she started.

"Just shut up, will you?" I growled at her. "It was not one of my best decisions, okay?" And the worst was that that night my girlfriend had decided that I could use a night without sex, like I was some addict. This had led to a fight, where I shouted at her that she did not understand me at all. It had occurred to me that I might be making a typically guyish mistake in wanting our closeness to be reflected in physicality. But really, she should know that I did not want her for sex only! Hell, I had told her so just a few weeks ago!

"Do you think 'Mione doesn't trust me?" Maybe Luna could help me.

"Why would you think that?"

"She was so mad at me afterwards. Said something like all I care about is sex and how I needed to cool it down. I already told her it wasn't all, that I love her and that I want to be with her for herself, not for her body." Although her body is pretty nice.

"She doesn't" Luna replied in a deadpan way.

"How do you know?" I knew I sounded whiny, but I could not help myself.

"The way she looks at you. How she acts around you, like, totally carefree. I just know." Although her explanation was not really explaining anything, how certain she was calmed me. "Just show her that you still love her. She is insecure sometimes, too. She wants you to show you that you love her again and again."

I nodded. I suddenly got an idea. It was totally crazy, but I could not help thinking about it, now that it had settled.

"Thanks, Luna" I mumbled absentmindedly, my thoughts already somewhere else.