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Parvati Patil stood in front of her vanity brushing her hair off to the side, then adjusting her bangs slightly in front of her face before brushing it off to the side again. She sighed and looked herself in the eye through the mirror. A very nervous indian witch stared back at her with unsure eyes and a small frown. Although she was nineteen years old Parvati hardly felt like she was reaching the end of her teenage years. Today Parvati felt like she was starting them and the anxious expression that pained her face matched one she had worn every morning as she got ready for class at Hogwarts in the weeks leading up to the Yule Ball. She had a horrible feeling every morning of hope that someone would ask her and dread that another day would go by without being propositioned. Of course, today she wasn't worried about being asked out because today she was supposed to be breaking up with Hermione. And, instead of wondering if she was pretty enough to be asked, she was wondering how pretty one should really look when they were about to break someone's heart.

It was something she never really thought about before this morning. She wanted to look drop-dead stunning, but did not want to rub it in Hermione's face. At the same time she did not want to look like she did not put any effort into it. She frowned in the mirror and as she did that she heard an owl hoot by her window. She recognized it instantly as Hermione's and went to the sill to let the bird inside. It dropped it's letter in Parvati's hand and starred at her almost curiously as she opened it and read:

Parvati,

I know we were planning on lunch today but something came up at work that I have to take care of. How about tonight I take you out to make up for it? I know it's a little last minute, but I hope you can make it to my place around 7 tonight. Send your reply asap, I'm already making reservations.

-Hermione

Parvati bit her lip as she considered the letter. It was not in her grand plan to break up with her on a date night, but she knew if she did not do it today she may never pluck up the courage. As she was considering what to do, Hermione's owl grew impatient and began pecking at Parvati's finger prompting her to curse and bleed. Still saying fowl words, she mended her cut with a quick spell and grabbed a quill from her bedside table. On the other side of the paper she scribbled that she would be able to make it and signed her name quickly.

Hermione's owl gave a satisfied screech as Parvati stuffed the parchment back in the envelope and tied it to it's leg. Without so much as a second look the owl took off and Parvati went back to her vanity and wondered whether the extra seven hours would be enough to help her decide how to look or what to wear.

x x x

Seven hours later Parvati was walking up the stairs to Hermione's apartment feeling nervous and slightly sick. She had decided to wear a pair of dark, tight jeans and a nice top hoping it was nice enough for wherever they were going and hoping she looked good in it but not too good. When she made it to her floor she smoothed her long straight hair with her hand before knocking on Hermione's door. A second later it was opened quickly by Hermione who slipped her body through the doorway and closed the door swiftly behind her as if she did not want Parvati to see inside.

"Hey," Hermione said smiling and smoothing her skirt. "Ready?"

"Yeah," Parvati replied trying not to stare at her legs. In between her rush to get out of the apartment and her slightly revealing outfit, Parvati was at a loss whether she should inquire about her odd behavior or just gawk. "So you in a hurry or something?" Parvati decided to ask as Hermione took her hand and started leading her down the staircase.

"Well no, actually. It's just. . . I have a surprise for you when we get back and I didn't want you to see it." Hermione looked at her girlfriend and shot her a smile.

"Oh," Parvati said trying to smile back. Hermione looked satisfied with Parvati's attempt and looked back in front of her and Parvati's face fell with guilt. Hermione was obviously trying very hard to fix things between them and all Parvati could think about was how she was going to be able to break up with her after she had made all these preparations. Especially when Hermione seemed so excited about them.

When they got outside they were greeted with a cool night breeze that made Hermione's skirt flutter in the breeze. Parvati internally groaned unable to stop her mind from going slightly to the gutter and hating herself for it. The two went to the alley behind her building and Hermione took out her wand. "Ready?" she asked her getting ready to apparate.

Parvati nodded and the two were whisked away from the alley and transported somewhere Parvati had never been before. There were in a different alley now and as they emerged from it Parvati could immediately identify the street as part of muggle London looking undeniably gorgeous in the night lights.

"So where are we going exactly?" Parvati said looking at Hermione with an eyebrow raised.

Hermione smiled widely and squeezed on her hand. "I'll show you," she said pulling her along. Hermione led her down the street to a street corner where there was a small gate and some steps leading down to a door. Above the door there were lights hanging down a sign that read "The Nifflers."

"The Nifflers," Parvati read as she followed Hermione down the stairs. "I'm not going to lie it looks a little shady. Am I going to be raped and pillaged in there?"

Hermione giggled. "Hardly, Parvati. I heard my coworkers talking about this place. One of the most up and coming wizarding places in the heart of muggle London. I think you'll like it."

When they opened the door they were greeted by a hostess, but Parvati was not paying any attention as to what she was saying. The set up to the place was beautiful. The room was dark, but had a plentiful amount of what looked like the same christmas lights outside. Parvati found it funny that a wizard place like this would rely on muggle inventions to set up the mood, but could not deny that candles wouldn't have quite the same effect. Not everything was muggle though, because the ceiling was bewitched to look like the night sky reminding her of the Hogwart's great hall. There were booths off to the side and tables surrounding a dance floor which was dimly lit giving people enough light to see where they were going, but enough darkness to maintain their privacy. Behind the dance floor was a small stage with a stool, where a man in his late twenties was strumming a guitar and singing a slow song that Parvati did not know.

"We have a reservation under Granger," Hermione told the hostess.

The hostess clicked her tongue and went down her list. "Oh I see right here. If you come right this way- you wanted the booth right?"

"Yeah, that'd be great," Hermione said with a smile as the witch started leading them to their seats- a booth close enough to the center where they could hear and see the stage wonderfully.

"I had a feeling, you'd like it here," Hermione said with a big smile on her face as she looked at Parvati's gawking expression.

"It's just not what I was expecting I guess," Parvati said impressed. "I didn't know you were so hip Hermione."

She grinned back devilishly. "I can be full of surprises. . . my coworkers said it was a nice blend of the muggle and wizarding lifestyle. A kind of in between place. . . I thought you'd find it interesting."

"I do. I love the ceiling it reminds me of Hogwarts," Parvati said looking upwards. "And the atmosphere here is great."

"It's romantic without being overkill. Madame Puddifoot's teashop it is not."

Parvati let out a loud laugh. "The last time I was in Madame Puddifoot's teashop I punched my date."

"What?" Hermione asked amused. "I didn't know you got so violent on dates. Perhaps I should consider myself lucky."

"It was completely justified I promise you. Remember Terry Boot?"

"From Ravenclaw?"

"Yeah that bloke," Parvati said smiling. "Well he asked me out fifth year and brought me there on one of our Hogsmeade trips. It turns out he's a bit of a sexist pig, and well, just a pig in general. He told me the only reason a woman would kiss another woman was to arouse men or something. It's like he couldn't believe lesbianism could exist."

"Well that sounds awfully pig-headed," Hermione said wrinkling her nose. "So you just socked him in the face then?"

"Oh I called him an arsehole first," Parvati said with a smile. "I let him know how mad I was, but he was a bit slow on uptake. I think he didn't realize that a girl would actually dare to hit him and that it would actually hurt if I did," she finished with an eye roll. "In his defense though he didn't know I was bi, so he didn't know I would be so upset."

"I see," she said with a mischievous smile. "Hey do you want to dance while we wait on our drinks?"

"I didn't know we had ordered drinks," Parvati said trying to avoid the question.

"I had some things prepared ahead of time," Hermione said with a grin. "C'mon dance with me?"

"I-" Parvati hesitated but upon seeing Hermione's shining face she relented. "Sure."

"I'll try not and step on your toes I don't want to get socked in the face," Hermione joked oddly light-hearted as she grabbed Parvati's hand and led her to the floor where several other couples were dancing. She twirled her around and pulled her close as the guitar player lightly strummed and sang a different slow song that was foreign to Parvati.

"I doubt you'll step on my toes, you danced just fine at the wedding," Parvati said with a small smile.

Hermione grinned wider and pulled her closer placing her hand a little to low on her waist. Parvati cleared her voice nervously, but Hermione did not seem to notice. The lower Hermione's hand seemed to travel the more on edge Parvati became and she could not but realize the surprise that was awaiting her in Hermione's apartment probably had a lot to do with lingerie and candles. And, as much as Parvati wanted nothing more to give into Hermione one last time, she knew that she would have to stay away from that. She was after all, supposed to be ending things with her. "You know you didn't have to go through all this trouble," Parvati said waving her hand at the place around them.

"I wanted to," was Hermione's short reply. She took a hand off of her waist and brushed Parvati's hair out of her face. "You look perfect tonight," she murmured leaning in, eyes closed, closer to her face. . .

"They got our drinks!" Parvati said noticing suddenly and thankfully that the waitress had brought two very colorful drinks back to their booth.

"Oh," Hermione said sounding a little downhearted. "We can dance a little longer. We don't have to go back right away."

Parvati licked her lips. "I'm actually a little thirsty." In all essence it was not a lie. Since she had picked Hermione up tonight her mouth had been dry and cottony.

Hermione nodded, albeit looking a bit disappointed, led her back to the booth where Parvati sat down and immediately started sucking on the straw of her drink. It was fruity and refreshing with the hint of alcohol.

"Are you okay, Parvati," Hermione asked nervously. "You seem a bit on edge."

"I'm fine."

Hermione decided not to press it and opened the menu that the waitress had left along with their drinks. Suddenly she found the menu very interesting and fingered the corner of it nervously. "Parvati, can I ask you something?"

Parvati furrowed her eyebrows curiously. "Yeah, what is it?"

"How come. . ." she paused and looked up from her menu. "How come you kept it a secret at Hogwarts that you were bi?"

"Um," Parvati pressed her lips together and looked up thoughtfully thankful that she wasn't further questioning her odd behavior. "I think I didn't want that to be my title."

"Your title?"

"Well you know sometimes I felt like the gays there got un-needed emphasis on their sexuality. Like when someone mentioned Zacharias Smith someone else would say, 'oh the gay guy." It was what people knew him for, and I just didn't want me being bi the first thing people thought when my name was mentioned." Parvati sighed. "And it's not like there were very many lesbians there anyway so my dating pool was small and I was not really interested in any of them." She picked up her menu and began looking through it.

Hermione followed suit and instead of fidgeting with it began to look through her dinner options. "Well what about me?"

"Hmm?"

"You were interested in me."

Parvati looked up from her menu and smiled. "You were so stuck in the closet you didn't even realize there was a closet."

"I did eventually," Hermione protested in a bit of a whine. "And you realized it too."

"Well I wasn't sure at first, but I did notice you would stare at me sometimes. . ."

"Was it really that noticeable?"

Parvati raised her hand and tilted it from side to side. "I wasn't really sure you were into me until I got of the shower one time and I was looking in the mirror and saw you glance at me with a very interesting look on your face through the reflection."

"What look?"

Parvati gave her a flirtatious smile. "Like I was everything you wanted and everything you never wanted to want. Then I knew I had you. I was still really nervous though, Lavender and Padma were the only people that knew and I loved my anonymity- not that I expected you would scream it in the Great Hall the next morning. . ."

"Oh. So why did you?"

"Why did I. . .?"

"Seduce me?"

Parvati gave her a stumped look, but before she could respond a waitress came to take their order. While Parvati told her what she wanted Hermione hastily picked the first thing she saw hardly caring what it was. They handed her back the menus and after she left Parvati's expression went back to one of surprise and confusion.

"Because you looked like you wanted to be seduced," Parvati decided with something of a wry smile playing on her lips. "Why are you so curious all of a sudden? Are you mad that I like, took your honor or something?"

"No-"

"Because you sound kinda aggravated-"

"I'm not," Hermione snapped. Parvati slumped back in her seat no longer looking amused. "I'm- I'm sorry," the bookworm stammered looking apologetic. "I just wanted to know why you came onto me in the first place is all."

"A pretty, smart, wonderful girl would look at me everyday like she would have given anything to have me. Why wouldn't I come onto you?" Parvati explained like it was the most logical thing. At the same time she mentally slapped herself for saying that. Should she really be complimenting someone she was planning to break up with soon?

"Well, you know it took you awhile. . ." Hermione trailed not sounding very convinced by her explanation.

"Awhile?" Parvati asked getting heated for some reason. The real reason was maybe all of this- Hermione trying to take her on a date when Parvati was trying to break up with her. "It took you awhile to break up with Ron."

"Ron's one of my best friend's."

Parvati guffawed and Hermione glared.

"I've never once showed disdain for Lavender-" Hermione reasoned.

At that comment Parvati burst out laughing and when she managed to stop she sneered, "Oh right I forgot the part when you two were best buddies for seven years. . ."

"I saved her life," Hermione snapped. "She would be dead if it wasn't for me!"

"And you would be a soul-less shell if it wasn't for me," Parvati said coldly. "Now what is this all about?"

There were interrupted however by the server brining them their dishes. Parvati's eyes however never left Hermione much to her discomfort, and Hermione unwillingly looked back after the waitress left.

Hermione took a deep breath. "It's about that the only reason you came on to me was because you felt you owed me something for saving your best friend. And, I asked you not to tell Lavender so Lavender could never repay me on her own so you felt you had to do something."

"Oh well wow," Parvati said her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You make me sound like a complete arse. That's real, real nice. What's even nicer," Parvati continued nonchalantly picking up her fork and knife as she began to cut through her meat with a little too much force, "is that the only reason you came onto me was because I was pretty and you thought I was too much of a ditz to have any real problems. The only reason you came onto me was because I looked like a pretty, happy, go-lucky girl whose major daily concern was how I would do my hair that morning. And, that," Parvati grimaced as her knife cut through her steak and hit the plate beneath it loudly, "is insulting." She plopped the bite of steak in her mouth and stared back at Hermione chewing slowly.

Hermione had to confess she looked more than a bit intimidating, but decided to take advantage of her mouth being occupied. "You're wrong-"

"I'm not," Parvati objected with a mouthful. She swallowed somewhat painfully and pointed her fork at Hermione as she talked. "You're just as much of a selfish git as me Hermione. But, you're right I am probably wrong because there was more to it- we were both horny. There- I said it- we were both horny and I had been dreaming about women since I was twelve and you were feeling bold and experimental. So hate me Hermione, I took advantage of a situation. A pretty girl looked like she wanted to fuck me so I seduced her. Does that answer your question?"

Hermione face went oddly expressionless much to Parvati's surprise. She took a sip of her drink and looked up at Parvati still not revealing what emotions were stirring inside of her. "It does," she answered her voice eerily even.

Parvati felt her face grow hot, a little embarrassed at how riled up she got while Hermione was staying far too cool about what she just said. Parvati sighed, "Hermione," she said softly reaching out a hand.

Hermione removed her hand from the table. "No, it's okay I understand now."

"Look Hermione," Parvati said softly. "I mean why beat around the bush you know how it started. I mean after the memorial we were both a little sad and emotional. You had just broken up with Ron and I was still really grateful you had saved Lavender's life. We were both still sad and contemplative about the war and we wanted some comfort- so we comforted ourselves. I mean I cared about you. . . I- I didn't just drop you the next morning."

"No," Hermione said quietly looking down as if refusing to look at her old schoolmate. There was emotion in her voice now- Parvati was well aware. It sounded hollow and defeated, but mostly heart-broken. "You didn't drop me the morning after, you're dropping me five months after when you've been comforted enough. But, I still need you. I know we've had our problems and I've treated you unfairly. . ." Hermione swallowed and looked up at the first woman she ever loved, "but are you really going to leave me?"

"I- I," Parvati stammered looking guilt-stricken and slightly sick.

"it was so obvious when I got your letter that you were ending it. That you were just giving me a few days to get used to the idea so it would be easier when it happened. So I- I lied and said I had some ministry stuff to take care of. My plan was to take you on a great date to discourage it from happening. To put if off to another day, but. . . I mean I really tried to just be the best I could be and make you want to stay with me, but it all seemed so fake and I knew it was only a matter of time. . ."

"Hermione-"

"I just wanted to make you want me again," she continued rambling, her eyes starting to slightly water. "I wanted to know why you wanted me in the first place, so I could maybe recreate that, and then I acted like an biggot and we started arguing, and I hate it when we argue-"

"Hermione-"

"I'm not asking you to not break up with me," Hermione continued with a tone in her voice like she was going to stop rambling and get to the point. "But I'm asking you for one more night. I'm not expecting to change you mind and I know you won't. I understand why you're leaving me, but I just want to have you one more time."

"Do you really think that's a good idea?" Parvati asked in hesitantly. "Won't it be a bit like pouring salt on the wound?"

"Please, Parvati."

Her voice was earnest and her eyes were wide and shining. It would break her even more to refuse her so cautiously Parvati asked, "Are you sure?"

Hermione gave a firm, serious nod and before Parvati could change her own mind she answered. "Alright, one more night," she said trying not wonder if she was really doing this for Hermione or for herself.