Alright, well here's the next installment. As always I don't own these characters or anything else Harry Potter. Thanks again for the reviews and story updates I really never expected to get past twenty reviews because I figured no one really cared about Hermione and Parvati fics but I'm glad some of you seem to be enjoying it :) I've enjoyed writing it.
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Dinner was a little quiet after that. Hermione mostly moved the mashed potatoes around with her fork with a look of utmost concentration while Parvati developed the habit of biting on the end of her straw looking quite helpless.
"So. . ." Parvati offered awkwardly not knowing where to go from there after ten minutes of silence.
Much to her surprise Hermione looked up with a small kind smile. "So. . ." she repeated back. "What do you feel like talking about?"
"Umm," Parvati licked her lips trying to think of something. "What are you thinking about? Well, besides the obvious," Parvati interjected last minute before taking a sip from her beaten down straw.
"Besides the obvious which, of course, is you," Hermione stated matter-of-factly, "I was thinking about when I trapped Rita Skeeter in jar."
Parvati choked on her drink and started coughing loudly, grabbing her napkin to try and keep her attack civil. "Wha- what?!" she wheezed.
Hermione gave her a bemused expression wiping some sprayed butterbeer off of her arm. "It was fourth year. It's not like it was last week or something."
"Silly me," Parvati said as she wiped a tear from her eye as she finally controlled her coughing attack. "Of course you trapped a grown witch in a jar in fourth year. Everyone was keeping people in jars in fourth year. . ."
Hermione laughed openly. "It sounds worse than it is."
"Really?"
Hermione nodded, looking coyly at her old classmate. "First off, she wasn't a grown woman- well she's an anigmus and I caught her when she was in her other transformation-"
"Wait!" Parvati exclaimed, realization dawning on her face. "Was she that bug that you had with you the last few days of term? Ugh Hermione, Lavender and I were talking about killing that thing-"
"Oh she was a beetle, and well, there are worse tragedies, but I would have been a little upset being responsible for her and all-"
"How?" Parvati asked thunderstruck. "Why?"
"Besides the fact that she is in general a god-awful woman? She heard a very private gathering of friends after Harry was brought back to the hospital wing after the final task. And I saw her listening on the windowsill and I had a hunch already that she was some kind of beetle so I just-" Hermione slapped her hand down on the table and Parvati gave her an astounded look verging on worried. "I just grabbed her and she dared not transform because Dumbledore was in the room- and put her in an unbreakable jar as soon as I could. I told her she would no longer be writing stories or rumors about Harry and me or else I would inform the ministry that she was an unregistered anigmus. Worked quite well, actually."
"Hermione," Parvati said looking at her as if she were crazy. "That's blackmail! That's illegal-"
"Well so was sneaking into Hogwarts undetected-"
"And you kept her in a jar! I'm pretty sure that's illegal too. Hermione that's really bad. That's abduction!"
"For doing something so terrible," Hermione said with a smug look on her face, "you sound really impressed."
"Well I am a little," Parvati admitted. "But why were you thinking about that?" Parvati asked with a mischievous grin. "You're not planning to keep me in a jar are you?" Parvati could not help but notice that he voice did sound a little worried.
"Completely different situation," Hermione waved it off. "You're not an anigmus."
"Like the smartest witch I know couldn't turn me into a beetle if she wanted to-"
"I wouldn't turn you into a beetle I would turn you into something a little cuter. . . like a lady bug or a firefly."
"Oh how thoughtful," Parvati said sarcastically as Hermione grinned.
"Don't worry about it. I would never do that you. . . turn you into a bug I mean. But, abduction isn't quite off the table yet."
Parvati snorted.
"I would keep you tied up in my closet-"
"Oh really I didn't think you were the bondage type."
Hermione gave her a bitter smile. "Well we still got one more night together. I could get kinky," she finished wrinkling her nose.
Parvati couldn't help but let out a small laugh that seemed to turn suddenly bitter.
One more night together. It seemed so final, so complete, so done. Perhaps Parvati half-expected this with Hermione. Hermione was a planner- she liked to know when things were starting and ending so this was typical Hermione behavior especially since she never really got to decide when things were starting. Now she was certainly deciding when and how things were ending. Perhaps that was another reason why Parvati was going along with this. Because in her heart she knew that Hermione needed this finality-Hermione needed to know as they spent their last night together that it was indeed their last night together. Perhaps, it shouldn't have surprised her that Hermione preferred to do it in a way that was so melancholy and sad. Hermione did like to dwell on her problems- she had an unhealthy aptitude for nurturing her pain and keeping that pain to herself.
In all of the unhealthy mourning processes Hermione seemed to have ritualized a style all her own. It was beautiful and sad, hellbent but hopeful. She did not know how Hermione coped with all of it- except in a way she had not coped at all.
"So what are you thinking about?" Hermione asked hesitantly noticing Parvati's smile had steadily fell flat.
Parvati looked up at Hermione's face and sighed. Of course she would go through with tonight. Hermione would always be special- it's the general package that comes with being the first. "I was thinking about you."
"What about me?" Hermione smiled almost teasingly.
"I was thinking about you and tonight."
"Get your head out of the gutter," Hermione attempted at humor, but Parvati gave her a vain smile.
"I really am glad that we. . ." Parvati gestured broadly between the two of them, "that we had something for awhile."
Hermione lips curved into a warm smile. "We still have a few more hours." Her hand reached out across the table and she squeezed the Indian witch's fingers.
Parvati nodded feeling a small tug on her stomach as she answered oddly reminding her of the first date jitters. . . or the first time she had taken Hermione's clothes off. "Alright then let's not waste it- let's get out of here."
Ten minutes later they had apparated in the alleyway outside Hermione's apartment complex. It was hard for Parvati to express how she was feeling. Hermione glanced at her and gave her a confused look.
"You look nervous," Hermione teased grabbing her hand and intertwining her fingers with her own.
Nervous, Parvati reasoned in her mind. That seemed like a viable explanation of her mood.
"I didn't know I made you nervous," Hermione continued with a corky grin as she opened the door to the building and led her inside.
"You don't. . . normally," Parvati said trying to smile, but her mouth felt oddly cottony. She was never this nervous after being together with someone for so long and was kicking herself for being so now of all times. Now she needed to be suave and flawless, not a blubbering shaking idiot. She reminded herself as they made their way up the stairs that they had done this multiple times and idly wondered when the role reversal had begun- if anyone was ever nervous about them being together it was Hermione.
"Hey Hermione," a man that Parvati recognized as her neighbor met them as they walked down the hall. Considering that the last he had seen her she was throwing a tantrum at a door she expected the amused expression she received from him as Hermione greeted him in return. What she did not expect was that once Hermione turned the other away, he shot Parvati a thumb's up sign and an impressed look before he bounded down the stairs to enjoy his Saturday night.
Hermione took out her wand after quickly surveying the hallway and undid the magical locks on her door before pulling Parvati inside with her. It was dark, but Hermione flicked her wand and a dozen candles scattered around the apartment lit up. There were more on the floor leading to her bedroom. The bookworm scratched the back of her neck and looked at her old schoolmate sheepishly. "It's a bit much. . . I went a little overboard."
Parvati could not help but let out a small giggle. "It's sweet. . . a little corny but sweet."
"Not too much?" Hermione asked with a hopeful grin.
"Not too much."
"It's a good thing I didn't use the rose petals like I was going to, that might have pushed it over the edge."
"You thought of everything didn't you?"
"I even bought elf wine. . ."
"No alcohol. I want to remember this night."
Hermione did not say anything but snaked an around her waist and pulled her close to her and attempted to carry her. At first Parvati had to admit it was a little sexy and then Hermione stumbled a step and the two fell to the floor.
"I think you need to do more push-ups before sweeping another women off her feet," Parvati giggled as she rubbed her arse which had collided with her lover's knee as they stumbled down. "Or am I just getting fat?"
"You," Hermione said nestling her nose in Parvati's hair and prompting the Indian witch to sit in her lap, "are perfect."
Parvati turned her head so she was facing Hermione and watched as the fire from the candles reflected in her eyes. "Will you be okay?" she asked quietly. She was asking about the future and saw that Hermione was determinedly avoiding thinking about it and was annoyed at her for bringing it up. Although, in her heart of hearts Hermione was expecting Parvati to bring it up again. "You're not going to do anything stupid, are you? Anything rash?"
"The last time I did something stupid and rash I ended up losing you and almost having my soul sucked out of my mouth. Do you think I'm going to do anything stupid?" Hermione asked sarcastically.
"Hermione, please. I'm serious."
Hermione licked her lips and looked determinedly back at her. "I'll take care of myself. I promise." She kept the eye contact until Parvati seemed satisfied and nodded in response.
"It's funny how things work out," Hermione said conversationally resting her chin and Parvati's shoulder. "Out of all the people at Hogwarts I would have had a cow if someone told me first year that I would have fallen the hardest for you."
Parvati snorted. "Surely I wasn't that bad."
"You and Lavender made more than a few unnecessarily mean comments about my hair when you thought I wasn't listening."
"Well you told Hannah Abbott in herbology one time that I was dumber than a mountain troll."
"You heard that?" Hermione asked in genuine surprise.
"I was gonna ask to borrow your extra pair of gloves. . . needless to say I borrowed someone else's."
"Were we really that mean to each other?"
Parvati shrugged. "It sounds worse than it was I think. I mean we did end up falling in love, the permanent damage of pre-teen tiffs couldn't have been that bad."
"So you didn't make me fall in love with you just to break my heart to get revenge for the mountain troll comment?" Hermione teased.
"I'm no where near that diabolical. Try Lavender."
Hermione laughed and nestled her nose on her fellow witch's neck. Parvati shivered and her lover pulled her closer. "When I started falling for you I never imagined that I would ever get to have you. . . and I never imagined if I did get you that you would want me again the next morning."
"You never give yourself enough credit Hermione," she murmured in response as she felt a hot tongue graze her neck.
Hermione chose to ignore that comment and continued, "I never even dreamed of more than a night and I end up having you for five months. It's funny how things work out. . ."
Then her lips found Parvati's jawbone and she delicately rubbed upwards towards a set of wonderfully soft lips that vibrated with a moan when she touched them. The kiss was slow and tender. It was vibrant and new while still being old and familiar. Parvati moaned again and Hermione responded by opening the kiss and tugged on the bottom of Parvati's shirt which was roughly pulled off of her body.
"Want to go to the bed?" Hermione asked breathily resting her head against the other woman's.
Parvati kissed her in response and pulled herself to her feet, grabbing Hermione's hands and leading her towards the bedroom. Parvati planted herself on the bed and Hermione bounded on top of her grinding her body against hers as she kissed her. This was a night Hermione would always remember. The frantic nature of the whole situation almost reminded her of her first kiss with Ron during the Battle of Hogwarts- all her uncertainty and worry was poured into that single act with Ron. As if she unloaded all the pain, hope, and agony of that moment into one physical expression, but Ron never really caught onto that- he only caught on to the lust. What he never understood was Hermione was afraid of dying alone that day and it was her way of saying good-bye to someone she cared deeply for in case she did.
This kiss with Parvati was different though. There was no evil wizard out for bloodlust, there was no battle ensuing, no fear for of dying within the next few hours. . . there were just memories of the past, a hope for the future, and a beautiful girl that made her want to get better just so she would be proud. With each little ministration of affection Hermione was trying to say she would be okay, if only just for her.
Parvati unhooked her own bra and brushed it aside before she started to pull Hermione's shirt off over her head. Parvati pulled back her bra and began to hungrily divulge herself into her lover's chest, savoring the feel of breast's against her face and the feel of a hard nipple in her mouth.
"Parvati," Hermione groaned.
Parvati's only response was to suck harder causing Hermione to cry out in pleasure and Parvati to pull back in surprise. "Too much?" she asked worried. "Are you okay?"
Hermione let out a small laugh and began kissing her chest making her way down to her belly Parvati's belly. She undid the belt of her fellow Gryffindor's pants, as well as the button and zipper and started to pull them down. Parvati helped her shrug them off and grabbed Hermione's skirt and pulled it down along with her thong.
"I win," Parvati smirked. "I always get you naked first."
"Do you know what you win?" Hermione teased touching her mounds of arousal underneath her thong.
Parvati opened her mouth looking ready to say a smart-ass comment, but Hermione found the right spot at the right moment and Parvati's smarmy retort became an incoherent whimper instead. She continued rubbing Parvati's clit through the soft fabric, feeling her own throb with want and attention, but she could wait to fulfill her own needs. At the moment Parvati was starting to writhe a little in enjoyment and there was nothing Hermione loved more than watching her.
"Hermione," Parvati groaned and her hands went to her own thong to slide it off, but Hermione grabbed her wrists before she could.
"Patience," Hermione reminded her softly, "is a virtue."
Parvati swore, but let her have her way and brought her hands to her chest where she began to grope her own breasts as a way to keep them occupied. Hermione smirked and brought her face down to Parvati's still covered folds that were steadily wetting the fabric of her thong. Hermione began to kiss the fabric rubbing her lips and face against it making her moan. There was something about the way Parvati smelled that always sent her off the edge. She always smelled so fresh and tasted so sweet and sour. She slipped her tongue underneath the fabric and tasted her lover, teasing her with a soft graze before she pushed in harder enjoying the feel, scent, and taste. Parvati moaned deeply, rocking her pelvis in unison with Hermione's movements. Her eyes were closed in that way Hermione loved, her brow was furrowed as if the enjoyment was too much to handle, and her hand went to Hermione's hair smoothing it out as if to prompt her to continue.
There was something about the way Hermione made love that put her in a league of her own. It was as if each different movement meant something significant, as if she collected every moan and whimper Parvati elicited and stored it away in her memory of things she never wanted to forgot. It was then that Parvati had realized what Hermione had said one time was true- Hermione truly loved making love to her. She wanted nothing more than to do the things that made Parvati groan and scream until she came and would wait patiently and studiously until it was her turn to receive some attention. Parvati vaguely wondered, as her body began to culminate closer and closer towards her release if she could ever find anyone who would want her body as much as Hermione did.
"Hermione," Parvati groaned biting her lip to keep from screaming.
Hermione did nothing but mumble something in Parvati's lips that only added a wonderful vibrating sensation to graze her already sensitized clitoris. Parvati's noises were becoming louder and more frequent and Hermione thanked Merlin that her neighbor was out since she had forgotten to do a silencing spell. It would have been something he would have never let her live down.
"Hermione!" Parvati practically screamed. Confession time: Hermione loved hearing her name in bed, especially when Parvati said it. It did nothing more but prompt her to continue to loll her tongue around Parvati's sex in vigorous, keen movements, to feel the way her legs would start to shake and feel the way her stomach would contract and flex in enjoyment in a way that was purely sexual. Hermione was still performing when Parvati came: Parvati let out one last spectacular groan before her body freezed and for a moment became completely silent. When her body moved again it was not in vigorous wanton movements, but in a relaxed smooth way as if she were riding the waves of what must have been an earth-shattering orgasm. Her moans and whimpers came back but in a subdued begotten way as if she could not help but let out a sound so her lover would know how grateful she was. Then her eyes opened again and she looked at Hermione in that way she loved- like she was the happiest woman in the world just because Hermione was there experiencing this with her.
After a few moments the Indian witch let out an exhausted sigh and let her head fall back on the pillow, breathing deeply with a satisfied smile on her face.
"Well I guess we don't need this anymore," Hermione said fingering the sides of Parvati's thong. Parvati chuckled as she moved her body so Hermione could remove the rather soaked piece of clothing that she tossed to the floor with the other scattered piles.
Parvati was still resting contently when Hermione almost timidly reached out to stroke her leg softly. Parvati peered at her in interest.
"It's okay if you say it. . . quite honestly I never really got tired of hearing it from you and I'm gonna miss it," Parvati said sincerely.
Hermione sighed but looked at her with a small smile, before her eyes traveled back to her body and then back to her face again. "You have to be the most beautiful girl in the world Parvati."
Parvati gave her a small smile before pulling her down next to her. She kissed her passionately tasting herself on Hermione's lips before she answered, "Second to you, of course."
Hermione chuckled, but deepened the kiss rather than argue loving the feel of Parvati's bare body against her own running her hands across the smooth skin of her arms, back, and thighs. When the kiss ended she trailed the tip of her nose tracing Parvati's neck and whispered, "Why can't we just stay like this forever?"
Parvati shivered as Hermione kissed her ear. "Because time doesn't work that way."
Hermione groaned in agreement.
"You know I'm sorry," Parvati said suddenly sounding worried and breaking the mood. "I hope you don't hate me for this later. . ."
"Hate you for. . ."
Parvati gestured between the two of them. "This is hardly proper etiquette when breaking up with someone."
"Right," Hermione said almost laughing. "Proper etiquette is screaming at each other and saying hurtful and callous things. Really, Parvati, this is the best break-up I've ever had."
"Right now, what about in the morning?" Parvati hedged. "What am I supposed to say that justifies sleeping with you then leaving you? How are you not going to resent me after this?"
Hermione sighed and furrowed her eyebrows in concentration. "Look, you don't have to say anything-"
"But-"
"Listen, just leave when you wake up. And. . . I would never hate you. I brought this whole night on, if it's anyone who should be mad at anybody it's you who should be angry with me. I'm the reason our relationship never worked-"
"Hermione-" Parvati interjected.
"Don't stop me Parvati. It's true. You were never the problem- I was the one keeping secrets and stringing you along. . . I was the unstable, inconsistent partner," Hermione said hardly. "I understand why things are ending between us."
"You understand it, but you don't like it."
"You don't like it either," Hermione said pointedly. "One day," she continued slowly, "I'll see you walking down the street or buying a cup of coffee. . . and I won't hate you or be unhappy or want to cry, I'll just be content that if it wasn't for you maybe I would have never tried to get help."
Parvati sighed. "You know Lavender said the same thing. . . that you would understand someday."
"Well, I've always been rational," Hermione said giving her a wane smile. "And Lavender's always been psychic," she could not help but add with a snort. "Now please let's talk about something else. . . like how sexy you look when you cum."
Parvati gave her a small smile. "Well I'm sure not as sexy as you look. . . but it's been awhile so I think I need to see it again. . ."
"You sure you're up for the task?" Hermione said feigning serious. "It's not easy to make me orgasm."
Parvati let out a loud laugh. "You cum faster than a forty-year old virgin on his wedding night."
"Ouch. Well I'm not going to let that get me too down. I'll blame my quickness on your amazing skills in bed."
"Well I do have skills. . ."
"Although they are mostly becoming routine by now," Hermione wrinkled her nose and looked at her trying not laugh at her own joke.
"I can mix it up," Parvati pouted.
"Is that a promise?" Hermione teased.
"It's a warning. I was saving this for a special night and this seems to be it."
Hermione grinned as Parvati started lightly biting and kissing her neck situating herself on top of the bookworm and holding Hermione's hands above her head. With one hand firmly holding Hermione's wrists in place she fumbled her other hand searching the floor blindly for her pants with her wand in it. Once she found it she gave Hermione a wink and muttered a spell that her lover couldn't hear but could figure out what it was because instantly Hermione's wrists became bounded together above her head as if by an invisible cord. She struggled with the bonds a bit surprised by her boldness, and felt her stomach drop with sexual apprehension, curiosity, and want.
Parvati smirked as she watched her struggle and lowered herself closer to Hermione's body, slipping a hand to gently massage her clit causing her prisoner to whimper. While keeping her steady hand job going she licked and sucked her way around Hermione's chest working up her neck until she was gently nibbling on Hermione's ear. "Want to know a secret?" she purred.
Hermione let out an exceptionally loud whimper and she felt Parvati's lips curve into a smile on her neck. As she quickened the pace and the quality of work her fingers were doing around Hermione's folds, she whispered rather raggedly, "I've always wanted to tie you up."
The rest of the night was a blur. A fantastic wonderful dream that seemed to mix with reality with each soft kiss and each rough demonstration of affection. Parvati could not help but agree with Hermione- this was the best break-up she had ever had too. Of course the night had to end sometime and around two in the morning their eyes slumped to a close as Parvati hugged Hermione's bare body from behind, nestling her nose in the crook of her back and smelling her hair as she fell asleep.
Parvati woke sometime after dawn and detangled herself from her ex-lovers body. With the minimal light that entered the room from the sun she got up and rummaged through the clothes on the floor pulling them on her body slowly and silently as to not awake the sleeping witch. Remembering that her shirt had been discarded somewhere in the hallway the night before she made a move to leave the room before she hesitated and looked back at the bushy-haired woman on the bed. Although she looked perfectly asleep to Parvati, Hermione had woken up moments after Parvati and was well aware (even though she kept her eyes shut) through the sounds she was making that Parvati was getting ready to leave.
Hermione could almost hear Parvati hesitate before she quietly tip-toed back to the bed and hovered over her before laying a gentle kiss on her forehead as she whispered, "Sweet dreams." She then turned her heels and walked out the room stopping for a second to bend down and pet a prowling Crookshanks. Hermione opened her eyes a slit in time to see her stand back up and retreat out of her view. A few seconds later Parvati must have found her shirt because there was a small pop and Hermione knew that she was alone.