So, i've been really busy lately but I managed to get this down. Hope you enjoy it and let me know you what you think, I always appreciate.
As always I own nothing which is probably a good thing because J.K. Rowling is a bad ass in the best way possible.
"You were amazing."
"Please, I was nothing compared to you. Your tongue, Parvati, is quite talented-"
"Nothing compared to your hands, I promise you."
The two women were laying down exhausted on the four-poster bed, both unbelieving of what transpired. Hermione nuzzled herself in Parvati's hair pulling back a strand that was stuck quite stubbornly to her neck with sweat.
"I'm all sweaty," Parvati said giggling. "I vaguely remember taking a shower before all of this started. Now I need another one."
"Please, Parvati. You know I want to but there is no way I can do you in the shower right now. Maybe in the morning."
Parvati giggled again, and Hermione looked up and gave her a lazy-eyed smile. "That's not what I meant, but we should definitely utilize the shower sometime. It's always been a fantasy of mine," Parvati confessed.
"You, have always been a fantasy of mine."
"Really?" Parvati asked sarcastically. "Always?"
"Well, not you specifically until seventh year. . . but someone like you. Someone smart, funny, beautiful. . . clean."
"Clean?"
"Clean, yes. I couldn't do you if you were dirty. You know smelled bad, never took showers, things like that."
"Well, thank Merlin I'm hygienic," she said fondly smoothing Hermione's hair as Hermione's arm tightened it's grip around Parvati's torso pushing her closer to her.
"You know what else I like about you?"
"Hmm?" Parvati asked trailing her fingers down Hermione's bare back.
"You don't hurry to put your clothes on after. Every guy I've been with, not two minutes later they have their boxers on already. I never understood it- it's like they could only be naked when we were having sex," Hermione said annoyed. "Then it pressured me to put my clothes back on. It was annoying because I like letting it air out."
Parvati giggled. "Air out?"
"Yeah it's all, you know, wet down there. . ."
"Yes, I know sweety. I don't know. . . I guess I just like being around you like this. You know, wearing nothing it's like. . . nice because you're the only one that I get to be that way with. Besides I'm tired as hell there's no way I'm moving to get clothes now."
Hermione snorted. "The pinnacle of laziness- I'm going to stay naked because I'm too tired to put on clothes."
"The pinnacle of laziness- I'm going to put my clothes back on because I'm to lazy to argue with the guy I just had sex with," Parvati retorted.
"Alright, alright," Hermione grinned. "Good point."
Parvati sighed contently and Hermione planted a quick chaste kiss on her neck.
"Hermione," Parvati said suddenly remembering. "I think I left my dress at the Burrow."
"What?"
"The white summer dress I wore to the rehearsal dinner."
"Oh, that one. . . you looked really pretty in it. Hopefully, the gnargles don't take it."
Parvati snorted.
Hermione grinned. "We'll get it in the morning. . . or the afternoon- I have no idea what time it is. Well, whenever we happen to wake up tomorrow- or I guess today."
Her lover chuckled and ran her hand through her fellow gryffindor's hair, undoing the knots and tangles on the way.
"You know what I like about you?" Parvati asked after a moment running her fingers through a particularly stubborn knot.
"Hmm?"
"You sing slow songs when I'm falling asleep. And, you always find the best ones. . . it's really sweet," Parvati admitted.
"Well, in that case," she lulled herself off the bed and fumbled with Wireless Wizarding Radio on the kitchen counter until she found the station she was looking for. She walked back to the bed and Parvati moved on her side as Hermione copied her position and pressed herself against Parvati's back. She kissed her back shoulder softly, before kissing towards her neck and finally her ear. "Now we just got to wait for the perfect song," she promised.
"You think it's gonna take long?"
"No, it plays a lot of random songs, but if you concentrate hard enough on a certain song you want the station plays it. That's how I always get the best song, I ask it to play it. It's kinda like wandless magic, but not quite."
"So that's your secret," Parvati said with a smile. "How come it's always songs I've never heard of before?"
"They're usually muggle songs. . . don't get me wrong I love the wizarding world, but the muggles totally trump us on music. It's definitely their form of magic."
They listened to the radio for a few more songs with Hermione remaining silent, until finally midway through a song Hermione pulled away a strand of hair resting on Parvati's ear and starting whispering softly and slowly with the lyrics, "Let's take a picture now, I do not want to forget the way you look at me when everything is perfect. A perfect memory of when things are so good and everything has worked out just the way we knew it would. . ."
Parvati shivered feeling safe, loved, and warm in her girlfriends arms. Hermione tightened her grasp around Parvati's torso and continued with a slight smile on her face. "I love the sun when it shines, I love the sky when it's blue, I love the color green 'cause it reminds me of you. . . "
She finished the song whispering along with the radio in the same low pitch as before planting a gentle kiss behind Parvati's ear whose body shivered with enjoyment.
"You know I'm really glad I'm with you, Hermione," Parvati said softly. She grabbed Hermione's hand from the arm drawn around her body and brought the palm up to her lips giving it a firm, meaningful kiss. Sometimes it was these moments- the moments that did not appear extraordinary or exciting- that were Parvati's favorite. Sometimes it was just being held, feeling someone's warm body pressed up against hers that made her feel like she was really living. She wondered if Hermione felt the same.
Hermione kissed the back of Parvati's neck. "I am too."
They stayed there for what seemed like a short time but probably spanned a good hour. Occasionally, Hermione would murmur along with the song, half-falling asleep as she did so. Finally, Hermione murmured, "I'm gonna fall asleep, 'Vati."
"I know," Parvati murmured back.
"What did you have to say to me? You said at the wedding-" her voice broke in a strangled yawn and she pushed herself closer and comfortably into the crook of Parvati's neck and back- "that you had- had tuh tell me sumthin'.'"
"Oh. . . well, I-" Parvati hesitated, suddenly feeling wide awake and kinda panicky. She really hadn't planned to tell her like this. In her head it was always a bit more suave and Hermione was not falling asleep as she said it. "Well it's just that, I, I've never met anyone like you Hermione," she started and hesitated trying to find a way not to sound cliche, but found that exceedingly hard and hedged slowly. "The first time I kissed you I knew you were something different. I knew that I could kiss you forever and never get tired of it. . . you're smart, and beautiful, and what I'm trying to say is- I- I."
Parvati waited a moment in anticipation wondering if she should continue, her back was after all turned to Hermione and couldn't gauge her reaction. After what seemed like a rather long minute, without a questioning intervention about why she had stopped, she slowly turned over to face her lover to see her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open in a lazy way. There would no doubt be a pool of drool on the pillow in the morning as she heard her lover faintly snore. She sighed feeling relieved that she had fallen asleep during her little rant, but slightly disappointed that she had as well. She smiled in spite of herself, growing comfortable in the covers as she looked at Hermione's sleeping figure. She hovered above her face for a moment before she gave her a faint kiss on the cheek. She carefully placed a protective arm over her body and whispered quietly and honestly to the angel in her arms, "I love you."
x x x
Charlie was in the kitchen grabbing a late morning breakfast when he heard the rapping of a beak against glass. A large barn owl waited outside with a large rolled up magazine in it's mouth.
"Oy! George!" Charlie called to the other room, as he opened the window to let the owl in and stuck a couple knuts in it's pouch, "The magazine is here! Better late than never I guess," he muttered to himself, wondering why his mum still subscribed to a magazine that sent it's mail a day late or not at all.
He let the bird out and closed the window before he untied the string and unrolled the magazine.
He normally would have just tossed it on the table without looking, but the cover was too much to not catch his eye. By the time George entered the room, Charlie's mouth was hanging wide open- a look of complete shock on his face.
"Hey everybody, my magazine ad is here!" George announced loudly with importance to the rest of the house as he came into the kitchen. "Hey, what's up with you Charlie? The ad that mind-blowing, yeah?"
Charlie looked strangely at George. "Sorry, I- it's not your magazine actually it's mine," he stuttered and shoved the magazine behind his back.
"Ay, what's with that now?" George said making a grab for the magazine, but Charlie was too quick.
"I told you it's mine. I guess I notified them that I'd be staying at this address for awhile- forgot I did that," Charlie invented wildly.
"Everyone knows you are too lazy to do that," George said confidently. "What did they do? Did they butcher the ad or something?"
While Charlie was trying to think of something to say George caught him off guard and grabbed it from his back.
"They better not have done a half page again, I specifically paid for a full page," George muttered annoyed but stopped when he unrolled the magazine and saw the cover.
As if on cue, they heard Ron coming down the stairs, just as George's face registered the appropriate amount of shock. Charlie thumped him on the shoulder.
"I'd hide it," he hissed. "Ron's coming!"
It took second for George to comprehend what that meant before he rolled it up and thrust it behind his back as Ron entered the room.
"Hello," Charlie and George said simultaneously as Ron entered the room.
Ron looked suspiciously between the two of them. "I thought the magazine came George. How's the ad?"
"Oh it wasn't the magazine," George said smoothly. "It was just Charlie's porn."
Charlie tried to look his best to make his expression sound agreeable to that, but had a hard time doing it.
Ron scrutinized them further. "You'd get that sent to your Romanian address. You wouldn't dare risk mum seeing it again."
"I'm a grown man! She has no business looking through my mail-"
"Don't be such a prat, Ron," George said interrupting Charlie. "It's been awhile for him- he really needed it."
Charlie scowled and was about to open his mouth to protest when Ron had taken out his wand and muttered, "Accio magazine."
The magazine squeezed itself out of George's surprised grip and evaded Charlie's lunge before it landed in Ron's hands. George and Charlie froze before giving each other appraising looks and then reluctantly looked back at their brother.
Ron's face was expressionless at first, as if he could not thoroughly process what he was seeing and all it implied. Then it quickly turned a dark shade of red. It was on the verge of turning purple when Mrs. Weasley walked in the room.
"So boys did it finally come?"
Ron did nothing as Mrs. Weasley came up behind him and glanced at the magazine from over her tall son's arm. "Oh my!" she exclaimed as the vases she had suspended with magic in the next room where she was dusting fell with a crash. She weakly gripped the edge of the magazine from Ron, and he immediately left the room letting the door slam loudly behind him as he left. Charlie and George exchanged a sympathetic look as Mrs. Weasley dropped the week's issue of Witch Weekly on the kitchen table which displayed two young witch's in an enthusiastic lip-lock with the headline, "Scandal at Potter Wedding: Best Man Loses Out to Last Minute Bridesmaid!"
The song mentioned is called "Perfect" by Doria Roberts and I don't own that either, but I wish i did.