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I don't know how many people are actually reading this, but I enjoy writing it so I hope someone else likes reading it :P Also this chapter's pretty long, I don't know if there going to be this long all the time, but we'll see. Enjoy
What Hermione and Parvati encountered when they walked in was a disaster scene. Whoever the french witch was Fleur insisted upon having only seemed to be able to do one thing right- Fleur's hair. Luna's hair looked like it had encountered the wrong end of a blast-ended skrewt. Ginny's hair looked like it encountered the wrong end of a dozen blast-ended skrewts.
"I look terrible!" Ginny was beyond tears at this point Hermione noticed after the red head's outburst. She looked physically ill.
Needless to say Fleur's hairdressing friend took offense to this. Although she could not speak a lick of english, she read Ginny's facial expression quite well. A pissed off, bride, it seemed was a universal language. A loud conversation in french ensued between Fleur and the other witch in which case both of them gave Ginny a somewhat dirty look. When Mrs. Weasely managed to regain her voice she ushered Fleur and the hairdresser out of the room.
"She's ruined me," Ginny said looking pale after the door closed. And, yelling in english this time, could be heard from the other side of the door by Mrs. Weasely.
"Oh it's not that bad," Luna said calmly oblivious to how her hair was sizzling slightly. Hermione and Parvati gave each other appraising looks, glad that they had avoided the Voldemort of hairdressers.
"What am I going to do?" Ginny asked weakly looking at her reflection in the mirror with a look of horror. "This will take all day to do."
"Ginny, what happened?" Hermione said walking behind her friend and touching the animal on top of her head. Her hair, it felt, was a scratchy immovable beast that seemed to bite her when she touched it. She had to stop herself from saying ow.
"That witch! I had hired this lady from Diagon Alley to do it months ago, but Fleur kept going on about this french witch from this high end salon so I told her I'd think about it but Fleur just took that as a yes and hired her on and cancelled the other one. I thought it wouldn't be too bad. . . Fleur's turned out nice."
"How come Fleur's hair turned alright when yours- when Luna's is sizzling?" Parvati asked quickly correcting herself.
"Fleur said she had bad hair," Luna said in a dreamy voice. "I didn't think that was very nice of her."
"Your hair's nice," Parvati scoffed. "Here let me see it!"
She scooted Hermione out of the way and started apprehensively poking it. She frowned and the bottles of hair magic products caught her on the table.
"Bitch used Veela products!" Parvati exclaimed grabbing the nearest open bottle. "No wonder she managed to ruin the both of you in ten minutes. You don't ever use Veela products in your hair if you're less than half-veela. Everyone knows that!"
The three of them looked surprisingly at Parvati. Parvati looked surprisingly back at them. "You didn't know that? It was Witch Beauty's number three on last years 'Magical Disaster's List.'. . It makes the list every year!" Parvati exclaimed horrified.
"I don't read Witch Beauty!" Ginny growled turning on Hermione. "Someone insisted I read Witch Weekly instead."
"Witch Weekly has informative articles on important subjects and controversies," Hermione defended herself. "All Witch Beauty is about is sex-"
"And hair!" Parvati interjected hotly. "Which is obviously a very important topic right now, much more so than the Goblin uprisings in the South!"
Hermione opened her mouth to retaliate, but Ginny stopped her. "Parvati, what do I do now? I can't go to my wedding like this."
Parvati bit her lip. "Alright. . . what hair products do you have inside the house?"
Ginny motioned the drawer to her right and Parvati opened it and looked through the bottles setting them in separate piles. She licked her lips and closed her eyes for a moment deep in thought.
"Alright, I think I can do this. . . Luna's hair doesn't look half as bad as yours Ginny, so I'll start on yours and while your hair is drying I bet I can get Luna's back to normal. . . I'm not gonna have time to do everyone's hair Ginny. I just have time to get yours and Luna's back to normal and make a nice elegant up-do for you."
"Thank you Parvati," Ginny smiled. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Is there anything I can do?" Hermione asked looking helpless.
"Yeah, you can get rid of these bottles," Parvati motioned towards the veela products, "and you can set Fleur's hair on fire. It's not fair that her hair look so good when she made everyone else's look so bad."
"Right," Hermione said rolling her eyes as she started picking up the bottles.
"Oh, and you can do your hair while you're at it. Do that simple sleek curl I taught you how to do, it'll look good. You know, the one I like?" Parvati said, looking up at her from Ginny's hair at the last part.
Hermione blushed a little. "Yeah, okay."
"Oh and tell Mrs. Weasely I have this under control. I would rather not be interrupted."
Hermione nodded and left the room with the bottles in her hand, and Parvati clapped her hands and looked at her patients. "Alright, let's get started."
In an hour Parvati had Ginny's hair looking normal and Luna's hair normal with a slight curl. After Luna left Ginny thanked Parvati for the umpteenth time.
"No, really Parvati it would have been a disaster without you."
Parvati laughed with her hand in Ginny's hair trying to decide how exactly to do it. "It's nothing. . . it's the least I could do. I am a bridesmaid after all."
Neither of them said anything for a moment. Parvati took a bottle of the counter and sprayed her hair with it. "Honestly, I don't know what Fleur was thinking. . . except for the fact that she doesn't think."
"Oh she was thinking," Parvati grinned. "About herself. Her hair looked great as much as I hate to admit it."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "I didn't even want her in the wedding. I just needed bridesmaids. I have way too many guy friends. My parents wanted my brothers in the wedding so what was I suppose to do? Fleur was an obvious choice."
Parvati laughed. "Is that how I got hoodwinked in the wedding too?"
Ginny stiffened and Parvati saw the bride's face go red in the mirror. "I- I didn't-" Parvati started.
"No, it's okay Parvati. It's kinda true. . . I needed someone and we only hung out a couple of times. You know how Percy moved to Australia and couldn't get the time off from his new job, and Charlie did not know if he could make it since he was in Romania. So I mean I wasn't planning on having any more than three bridesmaids, but then Charlie owls last week and says he can come. Mum was really hellbent on having him in the wedding, so I had to find someone else. Well, Hermione mentioned you and I just agreed to it. It was last minute, I couldn't think of anyone else and Hermione seemed really happy about it. . ."
"Hermione's great," Parvati mumbled.
"She- she really likes you," Ginny said awkwardly.
"She better."
Ginny gave her a puzzling look that Parvati saw through the mirror's reflection.
"She was never really close friends with any girls growing up. I was her closest girlfriend, but I was nothing compared to Harry and Ron. . ."
"If you're asking why we were never friends growing up it was because we didn't have anything in common," Parvati said smiling. "And her hair, and buckteeth, and dedication to studying made her a wonderfully easy target to laugh at. And, I can say that because when I make fun of her now I mean it with affection."
Ginny laughed. "That's horrible."
"I was a mean witch when I was younger," Parvati teased. "It's okay though, we both grew up and the stupid superficial things we thought we such big differences we realized weren't very important, and the things we thought were important. . . well they ended up being pretty similar." Parvati took a different bottle and sprayed it on Ginny's hair.
Ginny fidgeted a bit in her chair. "Parvati, can I ask you something?" Ginny asked nervously.
"Sure," Parvati replied wary of her friend's strange body language.
"Just- don't get mad."
Parvati laughed. "My hands are in your hair, perfect positioning for pulling it, and your gonna ask me a question that you obviously think I might get mad at?"
Ginny bit her lip. "Maybe I'll ask another time. . ."
"I was joking, please just ask it. Now i'm insanely curious."
"Are you- I mean- do you like Hermione?"
Parvati smiled playing it off smoothly and continuing fixing her hair. "Of course I like her, she's one of my best friends."
"No. . . I mean. . . are you dating her?"
"Oh," Parvati said grimacing. She stopped fidgeting with the bride's hair and made eye contact with her through the mirror's reflection. "We're that obvious, huh?"
"Hermione more than you."
"Oh?"
"She blushes around you a lot," Ginny smiled.
Parvati laughed and continued fixing Ginny's hair, curling it with some of the mixture from one of the bottles and muttering a small incantation as she did so.
"Then how come you asked if I liked her? For all you know Hermione could have just liked me. It could have been unrequited."
"Well," Ginny mused. "You look rather pleased with yourself any and every time she blushes around you. So, I figured the feeling was mutual."
"It's very mutual," Parvati said smiling. Her smile faltered a bit as she asked the question she was inevitably to ask. "So what do you think about us?"
"What do you mean?"
"We're two women. . . together."
"All I know is I've never seen Hermione so happy, and that's all I want. Are you planning on telling anyone by the way? Not everyone is perceptive as me, especially Hermione's male two best friends."
Parvati gave her a sideways smile. "Believe me, it's not me that wants to keep this thing in the closet. I told Lavender and Padma. . . I wanted to tell my parents but Hermione really isn't comfortable with it seeing as how she is reluctant to tell anyone." Parvati hesitated and asked. "How do you think Harry and your family would take it? It's not just her parents she's reluctant to tell. She's already worried how they would take it. She's worried that her friends will have the same backlash."
"I honestly don't think Harry will care. He may be a bit awkward at first because he never guessed it, but he won't be morally despondent to it. My family, well my mum always figured Hermione and Ron would patch things up, and Ron, well, he screwed things up with Hermione and lost his chance. He's not gonna like anyone Hermione chooses over him, and the fact that you're a girl when Hermione hasn't explicitly expressed an interest in women before. . . you have to understand my brother. He's self-centered. He'll look at the fact that you're a woman as a personal attack from Hermione that he didn't do enough as a man to satisfy her or something. He won't take your relationship seriously, just as a ruse Hermione is up to."
Parvati whistled. "That bad, huh?"
Ginny grimaced. "Maybe I'll be wrong, but Ron well. . . he's not very smooth when it comes to women now is he?"
Parvati snorted. "Well, I can understand him being bitter. I would be too if I lost Hermione." She fluffed Ginny's curls and proceeded to bring half of it up in a simple, but elegant way.
"You two are serious then?"
Parvati let out a half-hearted smile, trying to be light about it, but obviously very worried that what she was considering might be true. "Sometimes I'm not quite sure what Hermione thinks of us. I wonder if I was some experimental one-night stand gone terribly airy."
"Well Hermione was never really the one-night stand type of girl. Everything means something to Hermione."
"Yeah I guess you're right. All I know is that I've never felt this way about anyone before. All I want to do is make her smile. . . it's like the best thing hearing her laugh. And kissing her it's like," Parvati stopped for a moment trying to find the right words to describe it. "You know some people you kiss and after kissing for so long it starts getting boring? With Hermione I could kiss her all night. It's like. . . electric. I never knew I could feel that way, you know?"
Ginny laughed. "Of course I know. I am getting married."
Parvati laughed. "I wish our relationship was as easy as yours and Harry's."
"How do you mean?"
"Heterosexual couples have it way easier. . . no offense."
Ginny squirmed. "Not when you're marrying Harry Potter. Have you not seen any of the magazines? The articles? Everyone has an opinion of our wedding, most of it depicted me as an evil witch who has caught Harry in some horrible unbreakable vow. I got hate mail, Parvati. You know how upsetting it is for someone to tell you that, someone you don't even know, to tell you that you're love is wrong? Or that you're not good enough for the one you love, or that the marriage won't last past the first year? Believe me Parvati, I know the aversion you two will get if you come out. Maybe not on a personal level because all of my friends and family approved, but in a general way I understand people not accepting."
"Wow, Ginny, people really did that?" Parvati asked amazed.
"I got some Howlers," Ginny said grimacing.
"What did you do?"
"You learn to ignore it. You look at the one you love standing across from you as the howler screams obscenities and you smile because you realize, hell if the howler wasn't screaming at you the one you love wouldn't be putting they're arms around you and telling you it's okay anyway. No howlers, no Harry."
Parvati smiled a bit surprised by the whole conversation. "I'm glad you understand. Hermione's really lucky to have a friend like you."
"Well you know her girlfriend only saved the day by fixing Fleur's wretched mess. . ."
"Ah it is my duty as a witch to help her fellow witch on her wedding day."
"You know I never really knew what the appeal of veela were. To be quite honest I don't know why men like them. . . Do you think they're attractive?"
Parvati laughed. "I like men and I like women. I don't like veela."
Ginny giggled. "Oh what were Fleur say."
"Probably that veela don't want to be attractive to women anyway, they just want women to be envious of them. Which could be true, you never see any lesbian women ogling them."
"So it's not just that you don't find them attractive, it's that you find them unattractive?"
"They just. . . they don't seem like women. Women are warm. Veelas seem cold and dead inside. Far to self-centered. And, there biggest flaw is that they appear to have no flaws. Everything on this Earth has flaws, and the Veelas are no exception. Besides their eyes are bloody creepy. I prefer brown eyes."
"I like green," Ginny said thoughtfully.
"I wonder why," Parvati said sarcastically. "Alright I think I'm done- wait! Just one more touch." She grabbed a spray bottle on the counter and lazily sprayed it over her creation. "You look amazing Ginny."
Ginny stood up and Parvati stepped out of her way so she could see herself in the mirror. She grinned widely. "Parvati thank you!" She threw her arms around her. "I don't know what I would have done without you," she beamed.
"Try not to think of it," Parvati grimaced. "You would have had a horrible wedding. The most important part of the wedding besides from the bride's dress is the bride's hair. Speaking of weddings yours is gonna start pretty soon."
"Oh Merlin it is." Ginny sat back on her seat looking stumped and oddly ill.
"You okay Ginny?" Parvati hesitated to ask.
"Yeah. . . yeah I am. Can you get my mum and Hermione? I want to make sure everything's going okay."
"Sure Ginny. Just relax, okay?"
Parvati left the room with a small smile on her face feeling her stomach start to bubble with excitement. Parvati had always loved a good wedding.
X X X
She remembers waking up to her the next morning. What she remembers more, though, is freaking out. She had thrown herself at the mercy of three-headed dogs, been petrified by a basilisk thousands of years old, rescued a wanted criminal by illegally using a time-turner, and been tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange; all of which did not send her heart pounding against her rib-cage as hard as did the sight of Parvati Patil sleeping comfortably in her bed beside her.
She remembers the flood of memories that came next, all of which did nothing to slow her heart. It all comes flooding back in one wave from the sweet to erotic. She can remember nuzzling her nose against Parvati's neck, smelling the sweet scent of her hair and skin. Similarly, she remembers parting Parvati's legs and tasting the inside of her thighs. She remembers blushing like mad at the memory, being frozen on the spot, and her mind racing a thousand thoughts a minute.
She'll hate me. She'll hate me! She'll think I'm a pervert, always sneaking a peak at her in a towel. How could I have been so obvious? How could I have been so stupid? Merlin, it'll never be the same anymore. How could things not be different. It's gonna be awkward as hell. How could I have gone down on her? Why did I do that? Damn why does she have to smell so good?
She sits up making every effort to make no disturbance to Parvati. Even as she's freaking out, she stops and takes a minute to admire the beautiful girl sleeping next to her. Parvati was out of a dream. She was the girl out of those weird sex dreams that girls who don't even like girls have about other girls. She was pleasant to look at, easy to be with, and easier to kiss.
Hermione unconsciously touches her own lips and her thoughts, still going relatively fast, slow down a bit.
Maybe she won't care. She said she wouldn't act different. . . She even said she was looking at me too! This isn't my fault if she pulls that card. She seduced me, didn't she? It wasn't the other way around. And she was the one that wanted to sleep in the same bed with me!
But, no. . . I wanted it to happen. I should have been responsible I shouldn't have let this happen. This is all my fault she'll never look at me the same again. She'll probably freak out when she wakes up.
She remembers her stomach tying in knots as the thoughts continue to circle around her head each one suggesting something new and horrible. Inevitably, she decided that her and Parvati could never be. It was stupid, stupid, stupid. She was a girl who liked guys. Her family, her friends, the world would prefer her to like men. She didn't want to be rejected again. She was always the odd one out. She was a witch in a family of muggles, a mudblood in a world full of wizards, a know-it-all bookworm in a castle full of peers. Did she really want to be anything other than straight?
Parvati is an experiment, she decides. Does she want to stay with Parvati? No. She is starting to get mad, as if a switch was flipped inside of her, her thoughts change rapidly. Her heart is thumping against her rib-cage as fear of being rejected by last night's lover gets changed into a steady powerful beat pumping hate like blood through her veins. Her stomach ties in knots due to insecurity that feels like liquid hot humiliation was dropped into the pit of her stomach and was spreading throughout recesses of her body.
Parvati is nothing, she decides. She is a gross, fowl witch who seduced her to laugh at her. She is angry that the girl sleeping next to her manipulated her and Hermione resolves to refuse to give her the satisfaction of caring about her or the night they spent together.
Hermione doesn't know how long she is sitting there staring at Parvati with ever-changing thoughts arguing in her brain. She just remembers the last thing she thinks before Parvati began stirring awake.
However this ends, my fall back will always be that she was nothing but an experiment. Without explicitly thinking it, Hermione knows that this is her defense against Parvati when things go south.
As she sees Parvati stirring back from dreamland, Hermione's thoughts go completely blank as do her expressions. She observes Parvati blink awake on her side away from Hermione. The first thing the Indian witch sees is her empty bed across the room which causes her brow to furrow in confusion. Then she rolls over on her back and sees Hermione. Parvati's expression is confusion at first, then oddly blank as the events of last night steamroll her. Hermione tenses, wondering what is to come. Three emotions seem to overcome the rest: fear, insecurity, and anger. Whatever is to come Hermione knows it's going to be negative and she is mentally preparing an arsenal of verbal defenses and attacks.
What Hermione gets though, is something Hermione did not prepare for.
Parvati's blank face goes into realization from the memories of last night. As if slightly embarrassed at how her breasts are nearly visible through her thin top or maybe at how affectionate the gryffindor bookworm was to her last night she rolls from her back to her stomach in a somewhat protective state and buries half her face in the pillow similar to how a timid toddler would hide behind a parent's leg in the presence of strangers. She smiles shyly, her perfect teeth touching the cotton fabric of the pillow as she looks coyly at her new lover and speaks in a soft cracking voice appropriate for someone newly awoken.
"Hey, Beautiful."
Hermione blinks. It goes without saying and goes without thinking that Parvati is not a one-night stand product of some bi-sexual experimenting. Hermione does not consciously think it, but she knows that Parvati has the potential to make Hermione feel something that she has never felt before. Something that is profound, and beautiful, and right despite what anyone might say. It is not something that Hermione has felt before and it makes her stomach turn-over and her legs feel weak. Likewise, it elicits such a response that it makes Hermione want to cry, and laugh, and climb a mountain at the same time-
"Hey Beautiful, the bride wants to see you."
Hermione stirs awake from her memory turning her head to see Parvati in the doorway. "Yeah, alright," she replies obviously distracted.
Parvati walks into the room, taking a seat on the cot next to Hermione. "Is everything alright Hermione?" she asks with concern.
"Yeah." Hermione gives her a girlfriend a smile. "I was just thinking. . . or remembering really, the morning after the first night we slept together."
"Oh," she responds and her eyes glaze over as she remembers. "I remember I was nervous as hell when I saw you right after I woke up."
"Yes, you buried you face in my pillow."
Parvati laughed which in turn elicited a laugh from Hermione. "Yeah, I remember that. I probably looked really stupid now that I think of it."
"You looked cute, Parvati. . . like a pygmy-puff," the other girl teased.
"Now you're just making fun of me," Parvati said with mock accusation.
"I can't help myself. You always laugh when I tease you and I love you hearing you laugh."
Parvati turned her gaze away from Hermione, her eyes dancing in the now afternoon light. "Really, you love my laugh? Well, is there anything else you love?"
Hermione lied her hand on top of Parvati's that was holding the mattress. She curled her fingers through the spaces in between Parvati's and held it.
"There's a lot of things. I could write a book about it if I wanted to."
"Longer than Bathilda Baggshot History of Magic books? Those things could weigh down a dragon I swear."
"Those are written great. It's light reading if anything-"
"That is not light reading, Hermione. But anyway," she said trailing the sentence as if she was trying to change the subject as she saw Hermione getting ready to defend Bathilda's honor. There was actually something very much on her mind especially since her conversation with Ginny.
Hermione knew it was coming before Parvati hinted further. "We're gonna talk about it now, aren't we?"
Parvati nodded and caught a strand of Hermione's hair in her hand twirling it around her fingers before letting it fall through her fingertips. "We have a few minutes," she said, "I wanted to wait until after the wedding, but-"
"But you want to know," Hermione finished for her to which Parvati nodded. Hermione took in a deep breath trying to find a good place to start. She exhaled slowly. "I'm really sorry, Parvati. I- I just never thought I'd end up with a girl. I feel like I've been thrown this loop."
Parvati sighed, "Yeah I know you're not comfortable with it. Why though, what's so wrong about us?"
"I'm really happy about us, Parvati- I really am- I wish I would have had some warning. My parents. . . well they always thought it was kind of wrong. My aunt was left by her husband after fifteen years of marriage because he wanted to be with a man, I mean that does not exactly paint a pretty picture. And, my friends, well they all say they're okay with it but they don't have any friends who are in same-sex relationships so. . . I mean you don't really know they'll react do you? They might not have a problem with it, but that doesn't mean they won't treat me different even if they don't realize it-"
"You're scared," Parvati said frowning at Hermione's ranting.
Hermione shook her head. "No, I'm not scared. I'm terrified," she said decisively biting her lip and looking at her girlfriend's concerned and sad expression. "I feel like I've been caught," Hermione ventured. "If I tell them about us I'm risking the approval of all of my family and friends, but if I don't tell them I risk losing you. I really, really don't want to lose you Parvati," Hermione said grabbing her girlfriend's hand. "I know each day I keep us a secret you pull away a little more." Parvati started to shake her head, but Hermione continued insistent. "I know it's true even if you don't say it, or think it explicitly, I know you consider leaving me on the spot because you think I don't care about you. . . and, I mean, you have every right to think that-"
"I don't-" Parvati started, "I don't think about leaving you. I think that you're gonna leave me. I know a million people have said it already, but if your friends and family don't love you for who you are then they don't love you. To me though, it doesn't matter who you are. I care for Hermione because she is you. I don't care for you because she is Hermione. I just feel like you're picking people, who you're not even sure care about you, over me when you know how much I do." Parvati hesitated, but continued. "This is who you are Hermione. A part of you is very attracted to me and there's nothing wrong with that. If someone thinks it's wrong and lashes out at you I would take care of you. I'm not going away."
Hermione felt something hot forming in the corner of her eyes. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand like they were irritated. "But, these are my parents Parvati and the friends I've had for years."
"We can go slow," Parvati promised slowly. "We won't rip it off like a band-aid. We'll hint at it first."
Hermione blinked, and Parvati caught the tear trailing down her lover's cheek with her finger. She wiped it away and looked at her seriously, lightly rubbing her cheek. "We can't be together forever in a secret. We can keep it a secret for a while though. We'll compromise okay? That's what people in a relationship do so we'll give it a try. I won't demand you tell everyone about us as long as you take baby steps to eventually do it." Parvati vaguely considered telling her about Ginny guessing but decided to keep that to herself for now. When she starts getting nervous about taking the steps, Parvati decided then she would tell her.
"Baby steps," Hermione considered increduously.
"You've already taken one," Parvati pointed out. "When you grabbed my hand in the staircase. Mrs. Weasley could have easily turned her head and saw us, but you did it anyway."
"I guess I did," Hermione said in amazement. She felt Parvati's other hand grab hers and squeeze tightly.
"I really want to be with you Hermione, if it means hiding out for some time longer I'll take it. Just know though, Hermione, if you ask me to go. . . I don't play games, not with someone I care about as much as you, so If you ask me to go I'll leave."
Hermione shook her head unbelieving to what she was saying. "I'm not going to say that," she said dejectedly finding it hard to look at her lover's face.
She felt a hand nudge her chin implying for her to look at Parvati. "Just in case," she said softly and ended by lightly kissing her lips. "Of course," Parvati said lightly and jokingly trying to lighten the mood (they did have, after all, a wedding to attend to shortly,) "You would be absolutely mad to send me away. I could tell by the way you looked at me the first time you saw me naked that I was absolutely the most hottest thing you've ever snogged."
Hermione gave her a shy smile, the thoughts of the somber conversation being overtaken by a more happy memory. "You were," she said blushing at the memory. "You are."
Parvati winked at her, "I look that good that, eh?" she said referring to Hermione's deep blush.
Hermione just laughed. "Yeah," was all she could think of to say.
"Well, you know there's still a bride downstairs waiting for her maid of honor," her girlfriend reminded her.
"Alright, I'll head down. Are you coming to see Ginny too?"
"No," Parvati said as they sat up and starting making their way out of the room. "But I'm gonna find Luna and Fleur and try not to use Imperio on Fleur to make her cut off her own hair."
Hermione rolled her eyes as they started making their way down the staircase. "I'm sure Ginny would be thrilled about that."
"I think it would be the perfect wedding present, aside from how amazing I made her hair look."
Hermione snorted. "It better be amazing, doing hair was the only thing I ever saw you and Lavender do besides talk about boys and doing make-up."
"We are simple beings," Parvati grinned. "Speaking of hair though, yours looks good too."
"Well, there's this girl you see, and she really likes when I do it this way."
"A girl? Hmm why is this girl so important that just her liking it can make Hermione Granger drop her books and grab hairspray?"
"I really don't know," Hermione said honestly. "She just blew me away, and I was happy she did."
Parvati smiled and stopped at the bottom of the staircase next to her lover. "I don't know either," she confessed shyly.
Hermione beamed and admired her the girl standing next to her. Her dark, straight hair, her petite chest, her nice swaying hips. She had a body that killed wrapped in a simple lavender dress. She could not wait to undress her out of it. Hermione bit her lip.
Parvati's eyes narrowed curiously. "What are you thinking about?"
"You."
"You know Ron's gonna ask you dance," Parvati said changing the subject abruptly like it had been on her mind awhile.
Hermione frowned and looked down worriedly. "Yeah I thought about that."
"You can dance with him you know, I won't care."
Hermione looked back up and saw a small sad smile on Parvati's lips. "You know George is gonna ask you dance."
"Oh?"
Hermione nodded. "It's okay if you dance with him."
Parvati nodded also. They stood awkwardly by one another which was quite strange for them. They never felt awkward when they were alone together.
Hermione shifted her body down the corridor to where Ginny and Mrs. Weasley would be as I way to suggest that she better get going. Parvati noticed it and nodded, but as Hermione turned to leave Parvati stopped her.
"Not all the dances though," Parvati blurted out. Hermione turned her head and caught Parvati's eye. "The last dance," Parvati stated seriously her dark eyes sparkling and her jaw clenching, "I want you."
Hermione nodded, feeling butterflies fill her stomach at the thought of it. It was not coming out to her friends and everyone there, but it was a first baby step. Indeed no one would think anything of it since by that time everyone would have had too much fire-whisky, but even if she was intoxicated Hermione knew it would be an important start.