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Hermione certainly had mixed feelings about being in the Forest of Dean. On one hand it had been a great turn of luck for her and Harry when they needed it most. On one hand, Ron had come back and they had gotten the Sword of Gryffindor. On the other hand it was the refuge they had taken from Godric's Hollow when Voldemort's snake had nearly killed them and Harry's wand had broke. The forest, however, still looked beautiful. It was bare from the snow and bitter cold that had inhabited it the last time she had been there, but still had the charm- the nostalgia from when she had been there with her parents as a child and the mixed feelings about when she had been there last with Harry and Ron.

"What made you pick this place?" Hermione couldn't help but ask as she let go of Parvati's hand and walked a few steps ahead taking in the sight of the forest.

"Oh my uncle suggested it. He said it's one of the best forests in Britain. Certain charm to it, he said. So, what do you think?" Parvati asked excited.

Hermione did not know exactly what to say, instead she just stared at Parvati and concentrated on her as she answered. "Beautiful."

It was not before long until they had the tent set up and Parvati insisted Hermione close her eyes before entering. "Why?" Hermione protested.

"Stop whining," Parvati commanded. "It's a surprise," she giggled.

"Hmm," she mused. "Ow!" she exclaimed as she tripped over the tent opening.

"Hermione!" Parvati yelled as she bumped in Hermione who fell inside the tent floor and Parvati consequently fell on top of her.

Hermione grumbled and took in the sight of the tent as she rubbed her elbow. The tent looked almost exactly like their Gryffindor dormitory. Hermione lied there openmouthed.

"Like it?" Parvati asked as her girlfriend took in the sight of the scarlet tent centered around a four poster-bed.

"Of course," Hermione answered. "I've loved it for seven years." Hermione could remember the first time she walked into the Gryffindor dorms all those years ago. In a way, Hogwarts would always be a second home to her. It was, after all, the place she grew up.

"My uncle was in Gryffindor too. The only one in his immediate family to be in it. His mother and my mum were both in Ravenclaw. His dad and my other uncle were both in Hufflepuff. He quite prided himself on being in Gryffindor- was really happy when I got placed in it too."

"So he just let you borrow the tent then?" Hermione said rolling over on her back and supporting her self with her elbows as she looked at Parvati.

"Oh well you know, he just said I better bring my own sheets," Parvati said with a grin. "But other than that, yeah just lended it to me."

Hermione gingerly stood up and held out a hand to her girlfriend her took it with a smile as she helped her up.

"So uh. . ." Hermione said eyeing the bed. "What did you have planned for today?"

Parvati laughed. "No not the bed yet," Parvati said with a devious smile. "I actually chose the Forest of Dean for another reason. It's about a mile's walk to a muggle village which is just happening to have a festival today."

"Oh, you actually planned this," Hermione said with a grin. "And here I was thinking it was just all about the sex."

"Well. . . the festival was an afterthought. . ." Parvati said as she put her arms around her lover's waist from behind and nestled her nose in her neck. "Although it's tempting to just forget about it now, but I really want to go there's something I want you to see there."

"Ugh," Hermione grunted feigning annoyance. "You always have to be so sweet and considerate. Why can't I just get laid?"

Parvati burst out laughing. "I know, I'm so very selfish. . . Maybe. . . maybe," she suggested getting a little more serious and kissing Hermione's neck. "We have time for a quickie before we leave. . ."

"Maybe?"

"Actually no, no," Parvati said shaking her head and checking her watch. "We should probably get going."

Hermione sighed. Half annoyed at her teasing and half amused at her commitment to her plans, she turned to face her lover.

"I promise," Parvati vowed solemnly. "When we get back we'll have a longie."

Hermione laughed. "I like the sound of that. Let's get going then."

They left the tent and Hermione placed some protective charms around it so no one would be able to see it or steal it. After that the two girls set off for a nice walk through the woods and to the village. The trees in the forest were slowly loosing their leaves and the forest floor was slick from the debris of them.

After a short walk the village could be seen and Hermione remembered the familiar sites and carnival rides of the muggle world. She remembered how much she had been entertained by the roller coasters and ferris wheels when she was younger, but after Hogwarts the thrills of a muggle carnival ride really could not compare to riding a broomstick, being on the back of a hippogriff, or riding on a dragon. Parvati seemed to find the muggle rides very amusing from afar but found them more intimidating up close.

"They're so. . . mechanical," she said keeping a good thirty feet from her and the largest roller coaster. "How do they know they'll work."

"The Hogwarts Express is mechanical," Hermione said pointedly.

"Yes, but. . ." she turned her gaze and was eyeing the ferris wheel before the ride next to it caught her eye. It was like the ferris wheel except for the open top carts were replaced by cages as it flipped upside down as it turned around. "The Hogwarts Express doesn't attempt to scramble me like an egg, nor does it look neglected and rusty."

"This is how muggles live dangerously," Hermione replied sarcastically. "Wizards fly on broomsticks and fight in wars, and muggles ride around on carnival ferris wheels that are constantly being trudged around the country and being ill-kept."

Parvati shivered and seemed to keep a general 30 foot distance between her and any ride.

"Anyway what I wanted to show you," Parvati said steering her clear away from the carnival rides, "was something a little less dangerous. My uncle- you know the one who lent me the tent- is something of a book collector. You would probably really like him- you two would get along- but anyway he tells me that frequently that old wizard books find their ways into the hands of muggles quite often because when books were printed by the 1700's they carried a security measure against muggles. It was a complicated little charm- if a wizard book was around the presence of muggles without the presence of magic around for too long the book would lose the magical properties. So, a book on quidditch rules, for example, would be translated to an ancient magical rune and the pictures would stay still. Basically, to a muggle it would look like a book of rubbish, but to a wizard it could not only be worth a lot of money but worth the reading material. Anyway, my uncle knows the muggle with the traveling bookstore. He sets up stands at carnivals and sells books and stuff. I thought you might like it- you know you like books so much just having an old book like that. . . you know it'd be so old and that charm isn't used anymore. . ."

Hermione mouth was slightly open in awe as Parvati explained. For one, she was telling her something about books Hermione seemed to not know. For two, what she said was incredibly considerate and she couldn't help but wonder just how long Parvati had this in mind.

"Well?" Parvati asked uncertainly.

"Parvati, you're the sweetest person I've ever been with," Hermione said confidently. She took her hand and the two went in search for the tent of books, that happened to be not too far ahead of them.

Once Hermione was getting started looking through the books Parvati got bored rather quickly. Despite Hermione grabbing her arm on occasion and beaming with delight as she found something interesting, books were not her forte. She distinctly remembers each time she was in the Hogwarts Library and she wouldn't need more than two hands to count them. About an hour later Parvati could not take it anymore and excused herself from the tent, telling Hermione she was going to buy them some food. She was incredibly happy Hermione was so enthusiastic about the surprise Parvati had planned for her, on the other hand she was hungry and wanted to walk around and look at all the funny things muggles had invented to do without magic.

She was passing a stand selling fried cakes when she saw something that interested her as much as books interested Hermione. It was a seer's tent advertising palm reading and crystal ball gazing. Parvati had heard Trelawney over and over talk about the rubbish muggles who claimed to have the sight, but she had also discovered (through her own reading) that sometimes muggles were endowed with the sight of wizards without having any other magical ability.

Intrigued, Parvati could not help herself, but to walk into the tent and see what this seer was made of. The food- she decided, her stomach bubbling with excitement now- could wait.

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Hermione picked up a rather dusty novel and blew on it. Upon further examination she found it to be a rather old book- a biography of Rowena Ravenclaw written only a few generations after the founding of Hogwarts. She flipped through a few of the old, worn pages and took in the musky scent of the binding. It reminded her of being at Hogwarts again, amongst the library. The restricted section, in particular, had this style of book. If a style of book could be old, worn, and on the verge of crumpling apart beneath her fingers. But those books, she always thought, were the best anyway.

She brought the book up to the clerk who gave her a funny look as she paid for it. He obviously was seeing the magical ancient rune translation. Hermione tried to keep an innocent face as she took the book and left the tent, turning to the side of the tent to get some privacy as she shoved the large book in the small beaded bag. After which she straightened up and began her search for Parvati.

As she walked along the carnival she could not help but feel an impending sense of doom glowering at her back. That, of course, was the due direction of the Forest of Dean, which the longer she thought about it, the longer it felt like every tree was omniscient presence who knew her more than she knew herself. She could not deny the history of that forest. Harry and her apparated there after almost being killed by Voldemort's snake, Snape had come there to lead Harry to the sword of Gryffindor under the disguise of his patronus, and Ron had come back.

Ron had come back. Was that a good reason to hate the forest, the fact that it brought Ron back to her when she had cried and had been miserable without him? It was a good thing that Ron had came back. It was vital to the mission and at the time Hermione had been very happy he came back for other reasons, but. . . the place was uniquely significant for her and Ron and in turn it left an acrid taste in her mouth. It was not that she was mad and bitter that she had gotten together with Ron. She knew that if she had not she would have always wondered and now she definitely knew that things between them would have never worked out.

The acrid taste was. . . guilt perhaps? Guilt, because there was no way Parvati would have known that the last place she felt like camping out again was this forest. Mostly because she had consciously chosen not to divulge such information to her. Oh the Forest of Dean you know, she could imagine herself saying, Well we stayed here awhile when we were hunting horcruxes, but we were caught by snatchers shortly after, and then taken to the Malfoy Manor. . .

She continued walking idly around with guilty thoughts until something caught her attention. Parvati came out of a nearby tent arguing very loudly with a woman dressed like a gypsy. It was hard to distinguish what was being said although Hermione picked out the words, "Hag" and "Rubbish."

Hermione rushed forward and when she heard the words "inner eye," Hermione internally groaned. Only Parvati Patil (with the exception of Lavender Brown) would get into an argument with a muggle carnival fortune teller about the "inner eye."

Before Hermione had gotten to Parvati she had reeled around ready to leave when she noticed her girlfriend walking towards to her. "Hermione!" she said her cheeks turning red. Although it was very obvious she had no problem what muggles thought about her argument with the carnie, it was quite evident she had no intention of Hermione finding out.

Hermione greeted her and wheeled her around by the arm as the fortune teller said something in a language they could not quite understand and gave them a rude hand gesture.

"I should have known you would have started making friends the moment I left you alone," Hermione said grinning as she let her hand travel down Parvati's arm to link their hands together.

Parvati opened her mouth to reply but then closed it abruptly as if she didn't know what to say.

Hermione frowned. "What is it, Vati?"

"I- I feel dumb."

"Well, I can't imagine why," Hermione said jokingly.

"She told me I wouldn't be together with you much longer, and. . . I got mad."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "For Merlin's sake Parvati, she wasn't even a seer and you're listening to her."

"I wouldn't think it'd make a difference to you, Hermione if she had been a witch or not. You've always hated divination," she replied hotly.

"I. . ." Hermione hesitated. "I believe it sometimes," she grudgingly admitted thinking of Trelawney and her predictions that Harry had heard. "Why are you getting so mad at this?"

"It's nothing," she snapped.

"No," Hermione said stopping and forcing Parvati to stop with her. "It's not nothing or else you wouldn't be this upset. Tell me."

Parvati gave a hard look at the ground. "I just don't like people telling us we're not going to last." It was a true, answer. Parvati knew better than to lie to Hermione, because Hermione could easily spot it, but it was not the whole truth. She bit her lip and glanced up at Hermione who gave her an understanding look and a smile.

"Well for one, she doesn't know us Parvati, and secondly she's a muggle hack. Her crystal ball is plugged into an outlet. Besides when do you care what people think of us? I love that you don't care, please don't change that."

Parvati nodded slowly and it succeeded in vanishing Hermione's glum face.

"The whole book thing," Hermione said pulling Parvati's hand prompting them to walk again, "you know that was incredibly sweet."

"I'm guessing you got something then?" Parvati said raising an eyebrow. "I swear if it's a vanishing book- Padma had one of those once- always left it lying around and I always stubbed my toe on it."

"No, no it's not vanishing it's just here," she said raising the beaded bag. "It's a biography of Rowena Ravenclaw. It was written only a few generations after the founding of Hogwarts."

"Oh," Parvati said smiling. "So it's terribly accurate then?"

"Probably inaccurate," Hermione said smiling. "The author wasn't much of a historian, but it gives an interesting depiction of what the laymen thought about her."

"Sounds fascinating," Parvati said sniggering. "You'll have to tell me all about it."

They stayed at the carnival a few more hours in which Hermione tried unsuccessfully to lure her on a ferris wheel and Parvati successfully refused. When the sun started to slowly sink down in the sky they decided they had better go back to the forest to their tent.

Hermione was not much of a talker as they walked through the forest. Her mind was elsewhere, mostly on the happenings that took place the last time she had been there. All in all, she was not much in good company and Parvati noticed. To entertain herself, Parvati blasted a pile of leaves on the ground towards Hermione and they plume of dead leaves swirled around Hermione's face and stuck in her hair. Parvati giggled at the sight, but was reprimanded by Hermione's superior knowledge of magic which she had used to create a tornado of sorts. Parvati wasn't giggling after that, she was laughing incredibly hard instead clutching her sides as the fury of leaves swirled around her forming a large pile beside her which Parvati eyed quizzically. Before she could ask Hermione was at her side and had lifted her up and thrown her on the pile. After Parvati stopped laughing and giggling enough to function, she pulled Hermione hand and tugged her down with her. Hermione decisively positioned herself on top of Parvati and grinned.

"I don't know what I was thinking," Parvati said pulling Hermione closer to her as the remaining leaves circling around them died down, "picking a fight with the best in our year."

Hermione smiled. "I don't know what I'm thinking fighting back with the prettiest girl in our year. I should have just let her have her way with me."

Parvati grabbed her hand. "Hurry let's get back to the tent. It's getting dark."

It was true. The sun was setting behind the forest trees casting a long shadow across the forest floor. Hermione reluctantly removed herself from on top of Parvati and pulled her lover to her feet.

Hermione tried unsuccessfully to give her a piggy-back ride for the remainder of the walk, but ended up slipping on some slippery dead leaves and they both fell rather haphazardly on the forest floor. They finally made it back to the tent, still giggling and covered in earth and forest debris.

"Are you hungry?" Hermione asked as they made it in the tent.

Parvati gave her a devilish grin. "I could go for something soft, warm, and sweet," she said enveloping her in a hug. "Which reminds me, I think I made a promise before we left today."

Hermione grinned, but her stomach growled and betrayed her.

Parvati giggled, "But since you're actually hungry I guess it'll have to wait."

Hermione scowled. "I can make myself be not hungry."

"I don't think they make spells like that. There's some food in the cupboards- I stocked it before we left. You can make yourself something."

"What do you feel like?"

Parvati shrugged. "You're the hungry one. I'm gonna shower- just make enough for me though, I'll eat it after."

"After. . .?" Hermione asked.

Parvati just grinned and left for the bathroom.

Hermione rummaged through the cupboards and eventually settled on making some pasta. She had gotten much better at magical cooking upon leaving Hogwarts and having her own apartment. She heard the water start running in the shower as her noodles cooked, and ten minutes later she had a nice dish which she hastily scarfed down. She went to the vanity and tried fixing her hair and got a change of clothes. She needn't have worried though, Parvati was taking forever.

She consented on taking the book of Ravenclaw out of her beaded bag and reading, so she situated herself comfortably on the bed and opened the book. All that happened, however, was her staring blankly at the pages unable to concentrate. Finally, she heard faint footsteps and Parvati came out of the bathroom.

She walked out in a short silky bathrobe that just about killed Hermione. Parvati pretended not to notice as she made her way to the kitchen and dipped her finger the in the pasta sauce. "This taste's good," she said licking it off her finger. "I'm surprised you didn't eat it all."

"I was saving room for something else," Hermione said her voice oddly expressionless, if anything more husky.

Parvati grinned and made her way over to the bed, she slowly placed her body over Hermione's who eagerly put her arms around her back and kissed her softly on the lips. Hermione felt Parvati's hands at her neck, as she let who own hands explore the wonderful place that was her lover. Her left hand traveled upward capturing strands of her dark hair in her hand. It was already dry and incredibly soft (the result of some hair-drying spell no doubt), but Hermione loved her hair. She loved running her hands through it, never meeting resistance with a knot or tangle like she always did when she ran her hand through her own hair when she was reading or working. Parvati's hair was everything soft and smooth and it drove her insane.

Parvati let out a wistful sigh, savoring Hermione's touch at her neck after she ran her hand down strands of her hair. She loved Hermione's fingertips racing through hair and massaging her scalp. She loved how her fingertips were everything careful and controlled and how they teased her nerves at her neck and ear. She loved how Hermione's other hand was trailing ever slowly down her back and over her bum. She loved how her hand reached the end of the fabric and hesitantly and touching the back of her soft thigh, before gaining more confidence and trailing her hand up again, this time allowing her fingertips to travel underneath the fabric.

When Hermione's hand quaked with anticipation before she grabbed and massaged Parvati's arse, they both loved it. Hermione let out a deep groan and Parvati drew in a noisy breathe. Hermione's left hand was still trapped in the texture of Parvati's soft hair when she withdrew it and cupped her face in her hand prompting her lover to look at her.

"You know, you're beautiful," Hermione said seriously. "The most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

"You always say that," Parvati said shivering with pleasure, her eyes closed taking in every sensation her lover's fingertips were giving her.

"I always think it." Hermione said confidently. If Parvati had had her eyes open she would have seen her lover's brow furrowed in concentration and her eyes an intense smolder before they fluttered to a close and lips started kissing her neck. They traveled up to Parvati's ear before Hermione whispered hardly, "I want you, Parvati. I need you."

And, it was true. Hermione had never felt such intense feelings before. Not with Krum and never with Ron, Parvati elicited such a different response from Hermione. It was primal and animalistic- it made Hermione want to grind Parvati against a wall as she smashed her body against hers. At the same time, it was slow and sensuous. It made Hermione want to softly kiss and suckle every inch of her body, with maddening little sensations that made each of them throb for more attention and harder loving. Hermione had never felt so inspired in bed, had never felt so many conflicting desires and wants. It was dizzying trying to outweigh the pros and cons of each style and as she bid her time contemplating nibbling on her witch's ear, Parvati let out a wanton groan and that seemed to make the decision for her.

Hermione grabbed her lover around the waist and, with strength she didn't know she had, she flipped her lover so she was on the bottom. Hermione spread her legs over the Indian girl's waist pinning her down, and tore open the robe revealing her modest firm breasts and a moist area right between her legs. Parvati shrugged the robe off of her shoulder and Hermione lowered her lips to Parvati's breasts and engulfed the tip in her mouth feeling her hard and supple nipple with her tongue. Hermione groaned in Parvati's chest, wrapping her hands around her lover's upper back and arching Parvati's back to jut out her breasts to her mouth. Parvati let out a groan that was almost a scream, and Hermione stopped sucking enough to smile.

"Hermione," Parvati breathed, noticing a stop in her activity. "Take your clothes off. . . I want to feel your body."

The bookworm raised her lips to Parvati and engulfed her in an erotic kiss, before she pulled away and tore her shirt over her head and unbuttoned her pants before hastily tearing them off her legs. She was about to tear off her bra and underwear when Parvati grabbed her hands to stop them and said, "No, let me." She let her hands explore the bare back and stomach of her lover and arched her head to kiss her neck before she unhooked the bra and felt her lover's soft breasts. She teased the nipple in her hand before reached down to Hermione's arse and pulled off her underwear.

"I missed being this way with you," Parvati said as she fingered up Hermione's leg. "Just us." She teased the entrance of Hermione's fold before finding the clitoris and softly massaging it with her fingers. Hermione let out something like a whimper, to which Parvati gave a smirk. Not two seconds later, Hermione's hand traveled down to Parvati's folds and the smirk vanished as she let out an incoherent grunt.

Hermione entered two fingers slowly in her girlfriend and kissed her mouth hardly. She quickened the pace and Parvati's fingers abandoned her girlfriend's sex as she gripped the sheets, writhing in pleasure. She thrusted her body every time Hermione's fingers pumped inside of her sending waves of pleasure reverberating through her body. "Faster-" she breathed and Hermione obeyed, flexing her arms and increasing the speed and precision going fast enough to get Parvati where she wanted, but careful enough so she did not hurt her. The careful part proved to be difficult- Hermione always thought Parvati looked beautiful when she was making love and it was hard to stay focused with that beautiful face making wonderfully indecent expressions and screaming her name.

Hermione groaned and closed her eyes as she felt the culmination of Parvati's juices lubricating her hand. She opened them again and looked down at Parvati. Her stomach was clenching and writhing, she had one hand placed firmly on one of her breast massaging it roughly while the other one remained glued to the sheets, tugging mercilessly. And, her face- her magnificent dark eyes were closed, opening only a few seconds at a time to give her lover a smoldering look before they closed again. She tossed her head in wild abandonment before raising it again her mouth open and groaning as she did so. Hermione kept at it- although her arm was tiring, all she needed was to look at her lover to continue.

"Almost there!" Parvati breathed, but she needn't have said it. Hermione knew Parvati well now. She knew that when she stopped groaning- and her mouth gaped open like she couldn't breath- that she was about to cum. She knew that the wonderful expression on Parvati's face now- a look of shock, vulnerability, gratitude, pleasure, and satisfaction- meant that she had came. That Hermione should savor the looks, sounds, and sensations as she slowed her movements and jutted them in slowly and hardly a few more times feeling the walls of her girlfriend contract wonderfully around her fingers as her legs quaked with the orgasm. That she should appreciate how the loud spectacular groan that erupted after the seconds of silence made her wish she was wearing clothes again so she could rip them off and start all over, and how the consecutive smaller moans that followed put her on the edge of insanity.

Hermione's fingers entered her lover deeply one last time before they left, and Parvati's body slowly started relaxing, and her beautiful brown eyes opened casting Hermione an intense look. She let her head fall down on the pillow and relaxed, taking in deep breaths as Hermione admired the rise and fall of her breasts that made her want nothing more than to curl up beside her lover. So, she did.

"You're getting so good at that," Parvati said as Hermione rested her head against her girlfriend's shoulder.

"You sound surprised," Hermione said with a grin planting kisses behind Parvati's ear.

"I'm. . . always surprised. I keep forgetting that no one else is like you. That no one else can get me there like you do." Parvati turned to her side, stopping Hermione's assault of kisses. "And, now it's your turn."

"Oh and here I thought you forgot," Hermione said with a small smile.

"Not a chance. You had your thighs between my leg earlier. Although I was getting all the attention, I could tell how much you wanted some."

"Oh really?"

"It was very sexy," Parvati promised cupping her girlfriends cheek and pulling her into a long, luxurious kiss. "It made me want to do indecent things to you. . . but you wouldn't stop doing what you were doing to me and that left me pretty immobile."

"Yeah?" Hermione asked aware of Parvati's fingertips teasing her hard nipples.

"Yeah," she nodded and moved from the side of Hermione to on top of her, supporting herself with her hands on the bed on either side of Hermione's head hovering over her. "You're wonderful, Hermione Granger, you know that? So smart and so sexy. . ." she lowered her lips to her neck and softly kissed and bit her skin. Hermione shivered as their breasts slightly touched. "I almost don't know what to do with you," she whispered in the bookworm's ear. She lowered herself closer to Hermione's body and began kissing down her neck and to her breasts where she engulfed the tip with her mouth and softly sucked on it.

"Parvati," Hermione moaned. "Please. Don't stop."

Parvati smiled and moved breasts although her sucking became a little more ragged and passionate. Hermione couldn't stand it, she was grasping the sides of the bed, moaning. She was already unbelievingly wet, just by watching Parvati cum, that the foreplay her lover was doing to her was annoyingly pushing her over the edge. Parvati knew it too, she knew Hermione was dripping and waiting with want. She knew that the moment she licked her way down the belly and to her clit she was only seconds away from Hermione's leg shaking violently at her side evidence of an orgasm, so she teased her. She licked her way down her belly, below the bellybutton but traveled back up quickly before she got to low. Hermione let out an aggravated groan which did nothing but prompt Parvati to tease her more. She licked downwards again, side-stepping her groin to lick her thigh. Then she licked down the thigh towards the center. . .

"For Christ's sake!" Hermione cursed loudly. "Goddamnit Parvati, do it!"

Parvati didn't hesitate a second longer and plunged her tongue right into Hermione. She knew from personal experience that when Hermione cursed like a muggle she wasn't to be ignored.

Hermione took in a deep ragged breath savoring the feeling of Parvati's soft face in her thighs and her warm tongue in her folds. The best part of being with a girl, Hermione thought, was no stubble. She didn't have to be nagged by stubborn facial hair that scraped her thighs and irritated her clitoris when Parvati shook her head furiously in her sex. Parvati was smooth, but delicately rough at the same time. It was a maddening sensation that made Hermione try very hard to stop from cumming the moment she started.

"Parvati," she breathed, trying very hard to postpone her orgasm. "I want you- I want to taste-" she stopped taking in a noisy breath.

Parvati stopped at once, letting her warm breath grow cool on Hermione's sloppy mess of saliva and wetness. She deliberately stuck out her tongue and went slowly and maddeningly from the origin of her wetness to clitoris. "Whatever you want beautiful," she said before she plopped up and situated herself so that her face was still near Hermione's sex while her folds remained luringly inches from Hermione's mouth. Hermione groaned, touching her wet, dark folds with her nose. Hermione said something that sounded oddly like, "beautiful," before Parvati lowered her mouth to her girlfriend's clitoris and got busy. Parvati was going with speed while Hermione was going slowly, savoring the taste and the feel of Parvati with her tongue, and of course, moaning in her as well.

It did not take much more for Hermione not to be able to handle it. Her left hand gripped the sheets as her right gripped Parvati's tight bum. She arched her back and groaned desperately never wanting the feeling to end. Parvati chuckled as Hermione's legs shook with pleasure and she detanlged herself from the '69.' Hermione gave her an unbelieving look as Parvati flopped down next to her lover looking quite pleased with herself.

Hermione groaned as her lover pressed her lips to her ear and whispered. "As always, you cum way too fast."

"As always, you assume I'm a man and have to wait forever to reboot. I'm not done Miss Patil. Nowhere near it."

Parvati gave her a surprised but sexy look as Hermione hopped to her knees with rekindled fire in her eyes. She fingered Parvati's dark thighs. "Open," she commanded and Parvati obeyed waiting for what was to come. Hermione opened her legs and threw one Parvati's and motioned for her to sit up like she was. Again Parvati, obeyed and Hermione inched herself closer to be entangled with her lover until their cores touched and Parvati let out an obvious involuntary groan. Hermione pushed herself closer feeling Parvati's wetness mix with her own. Parvati obviously had a hard time coping with this as she was already breathing hard and steady, making noises Hermione had never heard her make before. It was evidence enough how much she was enjoying it, but too support it even further she was groping her own breast in a wanton fashion and her hand was clenching the mattress with more than obvious distress. For the second time that night, as she was becoming close as well, she got to see the lovely expression cross Parvati's face as she came. She watched as her body quaked and how she held on just long enough for Hermione to cum as well. When Parvati noticed Hermione had came, she fell back on the cool pillows and breathed in deep, ragged breaths well after Hermione was done regaining her composure.

"I'm guessing you have no snide comments about me cumming fast now?" Hermione asked with a smile hovering above her lover's tired body.

"Hermione," Parvati moaned hiding her face in her hands. "That was so good, how come we never did that before?"

"Because you have sex with me like I'm a guy. I cum once and you think I'm done. What you're forgetting," Hermione said crawling towards her lover and removing Parvati's hands from her face, "is that I'm woman, and the beauty of being with a woman is. . ." she let the wonder hang in the air as she kissed Parvati on the lips so gently it tickled, "I can, literally, go all night."

So they did.