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The rehearsal passed, the dinner was bloody brilliant according to Ron, and everyone was anxious for the next day. It was not that Hermione was anxious that she could not sleep, it was because she was squished next to Parvati on a small bed, smelling her hair, and trying very hard to keep her hands to herself. Parvati fell asleep quickly as did Luna on the cot. Hermione, however, had trouble keeping her dirty thoughts at bay. For once she did not care that someone else was in the room. She wanted to wake up Parvati with a passionate kiss and her hand down her shorts. Partly, this was all Parvati's fault. She took no bother to cover herself up for bed. She wore shorts that barely covered her arse and a thin camisole with no bra that was short enough to show her bellybutton and low cut enough to show cleavage. Besides all that, Parvati's hair was extra soft, her arms and legs were freshly shaven and smooth from the lotion. And the more Hermione thought about it there was a high chance that another part of her anatomy was freshly shaven as well. She mentally kicked herself for being too busy to find time to masturbate for the past three weeks. She was going insane right now.
Parvati moaned slightly in her sleep pulling the pillow closer to her and inching away from Hermione. Hermione cheered as this might give her some room to please herself. She reached into her pajama shorts trying to make room, but there was not much to work with. Parvati was just way too close to her on the bed. She would start hitting her once she started getting busy.
Hermione cursed, getting angry at Parvati. She had done this on purpose. She had to shave tonight, and lotion up, and hardly wear anything to bed to torment Hermione. Hermione scowled and slightly stood up looking at Parvati's sleeping figure. As if she wasn't wet enough already, she could see Parvati's breast through the neckline of her flimsy camisole. Her nipple was hard probably because she was cold, or rather to torment Hermione even more. She groaned unhappily and tried to get comfortable on the bed knowing it was going to be a long night.
She tried to sleep. She really did but a couple hours later all that was happening was that she was throbbing, and her mind was going crazy, and there was no fucking way Hermione was getting any sleep unless she. . .
She summoned her wand using wandless magic. That took a long time in itself seeing as how she had no ounce of concentration. Once she did she began to create a small barrier around the bed similar to the ones she created when she was camping and hunting horcruxes with Ron and Harry. It took about a half hour to do and once she was done she felt almost bad about what she was going to do.
"I'm not gonna wake her up," Hermione muttered to herself as she propped herself up with an elbow. She stared at Parvati's sleeping figure and fingered the strap of her camisole she slipped it halfway down her shoulder and tugged at the front of the fabric exposing her breast. A moan escaped her throat as she carefully cupped it with one hand, anxious to see if Parvati would wake up or notice. When she didn't, Hermione decided to press her luck more and left a trail of wet kisses from her back to her throat. Parvati slightly turned in her sleep, but remained oblivious to Hermione's pursuit of love-making. Deciding to push her luck further Hermione removed her hand from her lover's breast and slipped it down her lover's short instead and was greeted by an interesting surprise. She was not wearing panties. This time Hermione did not think she went to bed scandidly clad to torment her, she knew she did it to torment her.
Hermione slipped a look at Luna who was still fast asleep, and replayed the barrier spells in her head making sure she had said all the right words to make the barrier sound and sight proof. Once she was sure and confident she had done the spells right, she slipped off her own pajama shorts and put a hand between her wet thighs. Parvati, she decided, was just going to have to deal if she woke up from this as it was all her fault.
She slowly made slow circles against her clitoris moaning softly at the contact. After the hours of maddening fantasizing, the actual touching felt amazing. She felt herself getting hot under the covers and pulled them off of her throwing them on Parvati who still slept oblivious to what Hermione was doing to herself. She felt her stomach tensing, the wet pool of her lubrication lustfully enveloping her clitoris as she moved her fingers up her sex, the animalistic groan that was dying to escape her.
She slowed down for a moment, and stuck to fingers hard inside of her. She was slow at first, savoring the feeling, but she needed more. She increased the speed of her hand, thumping her fingers inside of herself as her hips began to cooperate and bucked with the motion. With her other hand she grabbed her breast through the fabric of her shirt wishing she had taken the time to dispose of that, but no matter it was too late now. She was in no way going to stop her other hand from doing what it was doing to simply take off a shirt. She was getting to the edge, but she wanted it to last a little bit longer so she removed her fingers and smothered her clitoris in her lubrication. She bit her lip to keep from moaning as she did soft circles around her clitoris. Unable to contain herself, Hermione increased the speed and the pressure. Her hand was moving swiftly and almost spastically to give the effect of vibrations.
She knew she was close to climax. Honestly it had been so long that she had that it did not take much effort. Besides, no one knew her better than she did. "Oh Parvati," she moaned trying hard not to shake the bed as not to wake her. She bit her lip as she orgasmed, moaning slightly as she felt the waves of contractions move through her body. Breathing deeply, she lied there half-naked a few moments before a new feeling of exhaustion and sleep came over her. Lazily she pulled her pajama bottoms back up and threw some of the covers over her. She grabbed her wand and half-caringly took the barrier spells off as she tossed her wand over to her bag. Carefully she pulled Parvati's camisole strap over her shoulder as to cover her breast. As she covered up her lover, she could not help but just stop for a moment and realize how angelic she looked just laying there. The body, the hair, the lips, the skin. . . everything about Parvati seemed surreal, she was too stunning to be sleeping next to Hermione- far too stunning for words. Her fellow witch wrinkled her nose in her sleep and Hermione couldn't help but smile at how childish she looked when she did that. It made her feel almost sick, how innocent she looked in her sleep, knowing that she had just gotten off next to her. She shrugged off the feeling and, carefully, she hovered her face above her lover's smooth cheek and planted a light kiss. Wistfully she lowered her head and sighed in Parvati's hair as she snuggled in her neck and threw an arm over her angel's waist. In the moment, Hermione really did not care who saw her sleeping like this. As Ginny said, the bed was really small anyhow.
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"It's time to get up Hermione," a voice said.
Hermione turned in her sleep. Was someone talking to her? The voice sounded familiar, but. . .
"Parvati?" Hermione asked blinded by the bright sun coming through the window and holding a hand in front of her eyes to see.
"No, Parvati is downstairs getting some breakfast. You should really get dressed Hermione. I think the house is infested with gnargles, if you go down too late they'll take the rest of the food."
"Thanks Luna," Hermione said realizing who she was talking to.
"You're welcome." Luna went back to her cot and fiddled with her bag.
"When did Parvati get up?" Hermione asked trying to sound disinterested as she rummaged around trying to find a sweatshirt.
"Oh about an hour ago. She didn't want to wake you, she said you looked exhausted."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, she looked at you rather sweetly while you sleeping. Almost like a lover would," Luna continued in the same tone oblivious to how that statement made Hermione's heart beat erratically.
"Oh?" Hermione said again this time her voice cracked.
Luna finished clipping what looked like pickled radishes to her earlobes, and turned around to face Hermione.
"Is something wrong Hermione? You look troubled."
"No, it's nothing Luna. Those are. . .er interesting earrings," Hermione said as a way to change the subject.
"Father got them for me on his trip to India. They are supposed to ward off evil and help the wary traveler," she informed Hermione.
Hermione bit her lip to keep herself from criticizing Luna's charms and excused herself to the bathroom. She examined herself in the mirror. She looked slightly burnt out from her lack of sleep last night. She pulled her hair into a bun and brushed her teeth trying to remember all the duties she had to do today. She spit into the sink, telling herself that she would just ask Molly to write her a list. She opened the bathroom door and ran into a rather disheveled, lanky red-head.
"Hey Hermione," Ron said and gave her a shy smile. He was carrying a towel and some extra clothes. "Sorry, are you done in there. I woke up kinda late and George is hogging the other bathroom. He seems to think that everyone is gonna be looking at an ordinary groomsmen instead of the best man."
Hermione laughed. "Hmm I thought everyone was supposed to be looking at the bride."
Ron smiled back. "I think it's more George is concerned Parvati might be looking at him. I saw him trying to smuggle love potion in her butterbear all dinner last night."
"Yeah he asked me about her," Hermione said remembering.
"If you ask me though I don't see what the big deal is. I saw the photographer drooling off her too. I told Harry he should get a new guy for today if he didn't want all of his wedding pictures to be of one of the Patil twins."
"You don't think she's pretty?" Hermione asked with a hint of surprise.
"I went out with her sister for the Yule Ball," Ron reminded her, "and I only had eyes for-"
"Hermione," a voice called her from behind. "You finally got up sleepyhead?"
"You," Ron muttered so low Hermione could barely hear it as she turned around to face who was addressing her.
Parvati walked up to her, a breakfast pastry in one hand and a vat of pumpkin juice in the other. "I was bringing something up for you. I was gonna wake you up, I figured you might have went back to the room and fell back asleep when Luna left."
"No, she woke me up a little while ago I've just been freshening up," Hermione said distracted looking back at Ron.
"Gotta hurry up and shower. See you in a bit Hermione," Ron gave her a half-hearted smile and closed the bathroom door behind him.
Hermione bit her lip, feeling bad for not being able to requite Ron's feelings mostly because the girl with pumpkin juice and a donut was so sweet and considerate.
"What was that about?" Parvati asked noticing Ron's look.
"Not much," Hermione responded and proceeded to walk with her girlfriend towards their room. "He was reminiscing about his Yule Ball date."
Parvati laughed. "Yeah," she said remembering. "That was a horrible double date. I'm sorry, I know you're friends with them but those boys don't know how to have a good time."
Hermione laughed. "How did you end up going with Harry anyway? It was so close to the Ball how did you not have a date yet?"
"Well Hermione not all of us can catch quidditch stars as easy as you can."
"You know what I mean Parvati. You're pretty, how come no one asked you?"
"I was asked," Parvati said smiling, "But I was interpreting my dreams from the diary I keep for divination and I inferred from them that if I held out I would get the date of a lifetime. . ."
Hermione snorted and Parvati laughed. "Hey, he was a champion," she reasoned as they entered the room and sat down on the bed together. "How was I supposed to know he was gonna be such a stiff date?"
"Ah, so you only date the famous ones," Hermione mused.
"You were with Krum, Hermione."
Hermione smiled, "I guess I had my sights set on the wrong person on stage. Although, I did say hi to you. . . I distinctly remember that. You looked like you were in shock."
Parvati laughed remembering the night. "I'm sorry," she said handing her the pastry and juice. "I guess it was the first night I realized how beautiful you were."
Hermione snorted in her pumpkin juice. "More like the first time you perceived me as a threat," she said setting the cup down on the nightstand.
Parvati turned slightly pink. "I was fourteen, Hermione. Give me a break all I cared about was superficial things, being prettier than my roommates included."
"Hmm," Hermione mused biting into the pastry.
"Anyway," Parvati said getting up from off the bed. "Hurry up and eat we're supposed to be dressed pretty soon and we still have to do our hair." She walked towards the closet and pulled out the dresses. "I guess Luna already got dressed. There's only two left in here."
"Or maybe the gnargles took one," Hermione piped.
Parvati snorted. "Well, the gnargles are just taking everything. Luna made me take up food for you because it would have obviously been all gone if you took another five minutes," she said shutting the door.
"Hmm so that was why you brought it up for me. . . I thought you were just being sweet," Hermione mused.
"I'm sweet too," Parvati said looking back at her to shoot her a grin before she pulled her shirt over head and started changing.
Hermione sat back smiling, watching the girl change. Parvati caught her eye. "Enjoying the view?"
"Every bit of it."
Parvati seemed to hesitate as she pulled her dress over her head. "Hermione, can I ask you something?"
"Hmm?" Hermione managed throughout the last mouthful of pastry. She took a swig of pumpkin juice to wash it down as she waited for Parvati.
"Were you up last night?"
Hermione stiffened immediately. "Yeah I suppose I had some trouble getting to sleep."
"I mean were you up. . . and enjoying your own company?" she asked looking at her reflection in the mirror.
"Oh." Hermione felt her face go red. "I really didn't mean to wake you up Parvati. In fact, I didn't even know you were up-"
"It's okay, I was just curious. I must have woken up for a second enough to realize what was going on before I fell back asleep. I had no clue when I woke up this morning if it was a dream or not. Didn't know whether to log it in my diary. Can you zip me up?" Parvati said casually as if people masturbating in bed next to her was the most natural thing in the world. She caught Hermione's eye and gestured towards her back zipper.
Hermione walked over to her and fingered the back of her gown. Biting her tongue her tongue to keep from saying a snide remark about dream diaries, she chose to say something that might be more agreeable with her lover. "I just couldn't help myself I guess. You look so beautiful when you sleep. . . and wear so little. . ."
Parvati laughed. "I did that for you, did you enjoy it?"
"Obviously," Hermione said sounding disgruntled and rolling her eyes as she zipped up the dress.
"Don't be like that I knew it helped you, you said my name."
Hermione turned an even deeper shade of red. "I always say your name," she muttered and hugged her friend from behind resting her head on her shoulder and kissing her neck.
This time Parvati turned pink again and smiled. "This is the only time someone has told me that that I take it as a compliment. Usually it's these weird loner types that tell me that thinking it will make me like them."
Hermione's lips curved upwards and Parvati could feel the smile on her skin. "Well I'm not a weird loner type. I'm just a girl who fell head over heals for her roommate."
"Well I definitely prefer you over them. The idea of you masturbating over me is actually quite sexy."
"It's not just that. I have sex dreams about you too," she kissed Parvati's neck behind her ear, "and I always cum."
Parvati laughed at her bluntness and felt Hermione's devilish grin pressed against her neck. "Now this is the definitely the first time I can honestly say the same thing back."
"Hmmm, so how do your dreams start?" Hermione asked leaving wet kisses along her neck.
Parvati shivered as Hermione's hot breath hit Parvati's now moist neck. "They usually start like this."
"Like this?" Hermione teased. "Exactly like this? With me kissing your neck," (she planted a passionate kiss under her ear) "and you looking fantastic in a dress while I look like a scrounge that just got out of bed, and-"
There was a knocking on the door and Parvati noticed with much satisfaction that Hermione did not jump out of her skin like she had yesterday.
"Girls are you ready in there? Fleur, Luna, and Ginny are already downstairs getting their hair done. We really need to hurry up we still have a lot to do!"
"And Molly Weasely interrupting us," Parvati finished for her as Hermione had already let go and was haphazardly tearing off her clothes.
"Just give us a minute Mrs. Weasely," Hermione said loudly as she pulled her dress over her head. She motioned for Parvati to open the door. She was smoothing out the lines of her dresses when Molly came in looking like she wanted to yell at them for taking so long, but saw Hermione and broke out into a big smile instead.
"Oh Hermione!" she started. "You look absolutely beautiful." She walked up to her ignoring Parvati. Hermione motioned that she still needed to be zipped up and Molly went to it without being asked and tugged it upwards. "I'm so glad Ginny decided to go with this color, it looks so well on everyone."
"Thank you Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said politely, giving Parvati a small smile who, as far as Hermione was concerned, looked twice as attractive in the dress. It hung loosely on her body, tight on her breasts, and nicely on her arse. It went down to her just below the knee, covering enough to be modest but showing enough to make Hermione want to slip her hand underneath. She licked her lips.
"Oh and Ron will just die when he sees you in this." Mrs. Weasley continued, abruptly interrupting the sweet thoughts she was having about Parvati. Mrs. Weasley went on oblivious to Hermione's horror, "You look simply stunning, you'll knock him right off his feet."
Parvati stiffened in the doorway looking rather defensive, as she watched Mrs. Weasley smooth the back of her girlfriend's dress in a motherly way as if Hermione was already her daughter-in-law. "Should we go downstairs Mrs. Weasley, it's getting late," Parvati said politely, although her jaw had a hard time staying unclenched.
"Oh of course," Molly said and gestured Hermione to follow her. Parvati followed feeling a bit unwanted like the odd second-cousin twice removed at a family reunion. Hermione slowed down and grabbed her lover's hand as they made their way down the stairs. "I'm sorry," she muttered low so Mrs. Weasley could not hear. "Everyone seems to think we're gonna get back together."
"It's not your fault," Parvati consented in the same low voice. "And she's absolutely right, you're gonna blow his mind. Stunning isn't quite the right word, you look perfect." She lifted Hermione's hand to her lips after making sure no one was looking and gave her a quick kiss on hand. Hermione smiled and interlinked her fingers with Parvati's as they dropped their joined hands back to their sides. Hermione felt her heart thumping at this small, but daring gesture similar to how she felt the first time she had snuck out of the common room after hours with Harry and Ron in their first year. Parvati just squeezed her hand and tried not to smile too much as they made it downstairs and worked their way towards the back den. What Mrs. Weasley, Hermione and Parvati encountered when they walked in was a disaster scene.