So, this is the last chapter, after thinking of a few ways to end it this was how I decided to. Sorry for the late update again, I've had a very busy schedule lately but I'm glad that some of you are still reading and hopefully enjoying it. Thank you, thank you, thank you for all the reviews, or favorites, or signing up for story updates. I never really expected to get past twenty reviews because no one really cares for this pairing, but I hope I've convinced some of you how truly sexy Hermione and Parvati are together (20x better than Hermione and Ron).

I might put this couple away for awhile and was thinking of doing a couple of other one-shots or fics with Katie and Alicia (Quidditch girls are sexy) or Hermione and Ginny, but I'm not making any promises. My classes this semester have proven to be stressful and I do work retail and the holiday season is coming up so I'll try to write more, but it might get put on hold.

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"Why did we even come anyway?" Parvati asked smoothing her pleated black skirt as she sat in her seat noticing many familiar faces from her Hogwarts years. "We never went to any of the memorials except for that first year." There were at the Battle of Hogwarts Ceremony a bit early and were sitting down in one of the many rows of white chairs that were steadily being filled. In front there was a small make-shift stage with a podium and a panel behind, no doubt where the Minister of Magic, the Hogwarts Headmistress, as well as some honored guests would be. Parvati idly wondered whether Hermione would be up there or if she opted to remain in the crowd. Of course the first year she had sit with the crowd, but six years had passed and she had gained prestige in the ministry in addition to being an important part in bringing Voldemort down.

"Because it's the seventh anniversary, and we're both superstitious about the number seven," Lavender answered with assuredness. "And, because Padma is coming with her fiance from India and neither of us has met him yet."

"He's not her fiance yet," Parvati argued pointedly. "They've only been dating for six months."

Lavender snorted. "Are you kidding me? The way she talks about him. . . I bet they're going to be engaged by the end of the year.

"Maybe. . . but I don't see why we have to meet him here."

Lavender sighed. "Because every foreigner who has never seen Hogwarts finds the Battle of Hogwarts the most interesting modern day event to ever take place. And to visit Hogwarts on the anniversary of the fight when the memorial is taking place and a handful of people who fought in the war gather to talk about their stories. . . well her boyfriend's a bit of a history buff. What do you expect he teaches history of magic? I wouldn't be surprised if he takes a rock laying around on the grounds and takes it back to show his students. . . And we're here maybe because I ran into Ginny the other day and she said Seamus comes every year."

Parvati sighed. "Tell me why Seamus again? I mean it's like a relapse with you, every couple of years you just go back to him."

"Just for the sex," Lavender corrected her immediately.

"Right, that makes it so much better," Parvati said rolling her eyes and fidgeting with her skirt.

Lavender laughed appreciatively. "I don't know why you're so nervous. There's a ton of people here you probably won't even talk to her."

"What are you talking about, I'm not nervous to see my twin sister."

"I wasn't talking about your sister. . ." Lavender said with a knowing smile. "It's always a little awkward bumping into an ex but it'll be fine. I'm actually surprised you never saw her since that night."

Parvati's face fell. "It just never happened." Besides seeing her face on the occasional gossip magazine or in the Daily Prophet discussing ministry business or doing some press event with Ron and Harry, Parvati had not seen Hermione Granger in six years. Sometimes the only way she knew that her and Hermione's relationship had not been some crazy fantastic dream was because when Harry landed himself in St. Mungo's Ginny found it in herself to reside there as long as Harry was. And, even though Harry was never in her ward, Ginny always found a way to bump into Parvati and have a quick chat reminding her that once upon a time she had been a bridesmaid at the Potter wedding solely because she was dating the maid of honor. Not that she was complaining- Ginny was always nice and pleasant only bringing up Hermione when Parvati asked which was nearly every time. Sometimes she wondered if Hermione put Ginny up to finding her and making small talk just so she would know how Parvati was doing. Sometimes she half-hoped Hermione did because it was working. Parvati would find herself owling Ginny out of the blue just to see how Hermione was because Ginny was always honest about her best friend's ups and downs.

"I'm kinda surprised you never hooked up with her again," Lavender said conversationally breaking into Parvati's reverie.

"Hmm?"

"I guess when it was a year and you still had not gotten over it, I thought you would-"

"I got over it-" Parvati interjected curtly.

"It just took awhile. . . I kinda expected you to get back together with her. And, you kept owling Ginny-"

"I'm friends with Ginny," she said in defense.

"I know," Lavender said sounding a little surprised. "I just. . . how come you never got back with her?"

"You wanted me to break up with her," Parvati said her voice rising suddenly becoming very irritated.

"I wanted what was best for you-"

Parvati snorted and shook her head disdainfully, her eyebrow twitched menacingly. "You don't even know."

Lavender gave her a shocked look, "Know what?"

"She saved your life," Parvati spat like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Then her expression changed to an almost surprised one. For one she could not believe that she had just told Lavender after all those years, two she could not believe she had really kept that from her all this time.

Lavender gapped at her. "She- she did what?"

"Well-" Parvati hesitated.

"When?!"

"Well the battle. . ."

"I figured the battle," Lavender said unbelieving. "Was it. . . was it Greyback?"

Parvati nodded.

"Huh," Lavender slumping back into her seat as if it were too much effort to process that with good posture. Her hand gradually grazed the scars on her lower jawbone- the one's that were barely visible because she had become so good with covering them up with make-up over the years "So how come you never told me? You've obviously known for awhile."

"She, uh, she asked me not to," Parvati said lamely.

"Seven years you don't tell me this," Lavender said sounding surprised. "You must have really liked her."

Parvati sighed and took a deep breath, "Maybe."

"Really," Lavender asked sounding curious. "You never wanted to get back together with her?"

"Well, I wanted to for awhile," she answered honestly, "but I would always second-guess it. . . Whenever Ginny would say she was having a hard time I wanted nothing more than to go and see her and I did plan on seeing her but I always made an excuse before I did. That the timing wasn't right, or something else would come up and the opportunity slipped by. . ." Parvati shook her head. "And, before I know it it's been years since I've seen her and she's moved on. I couldn't just barge in on her life and turn back the clock. What was I supposed to say?"

"Do you still miss her?"

Parvati shrugged. "Every now and then. I mean I'm over it. I'm with John now and I do love him. I think it's just one of those things you wonder about sometimes. . . how different would my life be if I had stayed with her?"

Lavender nodded.

"We probably would have broken up anyway within the year. We were having trouble after five months and there was a lot of stress. . . Ginny said it took three years for her to be able to manage a steady relationship. But, I don't know, she was the first I just wonder how it would have ended up if we got together at better timing. Maybe we could have been something."

"Well are you going to talk to her today?" Lavender hedged. "I mean you know she'll be here she is every year."

Parvati sighed. "The last time I was with her I had her tied up and I was shagging her brains out. Now we're over each other and she has her girlfriend and I have John. . . imagine how awkward it would be. Do you think I'm gonna talk to her?" she asked with an eye roll.

"You did have an odd break-up. I don't know many people that have break-up sex with the person they're breaking up with."

Parvati groaned. "I think it had something to do with being a horny teenager. I can't see that ever happening again."

"See what happen again?" a familiar voice from behind asked. Parvati recognized it instantly as that of her twin sister and spun her head around to see her and a very tall blond haired wizard holding her hand as they walked up to them maneuvering through the isle of seats.

"Padma!" Parvati exclaimed standing up to see her sister and greet her with a tight hug. Padma gave her a tight squeeze back.

"This is Michael," she said introducing the blond behind her, who squeezed past the row of chairs to greet Parvati and Lavender. "And, this is Parvati and Lavender."

"Well I think I can guess which one is your sister," he joked giving Parvati a hug. After he moved off to the side to greet Lavender, Parvati gave her twin an approving look and mouthed, "He smells good."

To which Padma dismissed with a roll of her eyes and asked, "So is John coming?"

"No, he's at St. Mungo's staying with his mother."

Padma frowned. "What happened this time?"

"Oh you know she is getting old and she messed up another spell that must have backfired. They're trying to figure out which spell she messed up because she can't remember."

Padma frowned, "Well hopefully she recovers soon."

Parvati sighed. "I hope so. John's getting drained, he looks like a zombie after staying at the hospital with his mother so long."

After a few minutes they all settled down and took their seats and waited for the ceremony to begin. After a while, a sound of canon erupted and nine people started making their way to the panel. The Minister of Magic was first followed by a ministry official, Headmistress McGonagall who had not seemed to age a day, a man that Parvati recognized as the head of the auror office followed by Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, an older man that looked strikingly similar to Albus Dumbledore that must have been Aberforth, Professor Neville Longbottom, and the last witch she recognized as the department of magical justice head. She did not know whether to be happy or sad at the apparent absence of Hermione Granger, as the Minister of Magic started his opening speech and began to introduce the panel. However, after he finished introducing the last witch he did motion towards the last empty chair explaining that Hermione Granger, head of the Muggle Abuse Regulation Office, would be joining them shortly as she got held up with some last minute business. . . again. A few of the panel chuckled as well as some of the audience. Apparently it was typical Hermione behavior to be held up at the office and late to these memorials.

Lavender made a funny little noise after he announced her, that Parvati knew was directed towards her. She tried to sit there indifferently as she was before as he announced her imminent arrival, although her heart quickened pace and she became all to aware that for some reason her day had suddenly become magnificently better.

x x x

Parvati endured an hour of speeches and was clapping as the head of the auror department finished his speech on the changes and progress made to his department when she saw a familiar witch come up the side steps and quickly take a seat at the end in her panel chair as discreetly as possible. She was busy taking parchment out of her briefcase and exchanging a few words with the witch next to her, when Parvati could not help but stare trying to piece together what her life may have been like in the past six years by drinking in her appearance. In many ways she looked exactly the same, but she had an air of maturity now and importance. She gathered her papers in a way that was a little less frazzled and a lot more proper. Her hair was longer and curlier, her skin had minimal lines, but lines that Parvati noticed looked like laugh lines more than anything. She was not as skinny as when Parvati last saw her, but it made her far from looking dumpy or thick. If anything it made her look more healthier. From her appearance Parvati concluded that Hermione had kept her promise to her throughout the years- she had not let herself go. She had taken care of herself, and Parvati could not help but smile a bit at that.

Lavender elbowed her best friend in the gut. "It's Hermione," she whispered loudly.

"I noticed," Parvati hissed, wondering why people that matured and grew up still acted like teenagers when they were with their best friend.

"She looks good," Lavender whispered back as if surprised.

A few moments later after the minister said a few more words, Hermione made her way to the podium with a couple of parchments and began her speech on the progress made to the treatment of non-magical people and creatures. It was loads better than her impromptu toast at the Potter wedding, and her voice remained steady as she addressed the crowd, but kept her eyes above the crowd as if to keep from being distracted. In fact, the only time she did mess up was when she made the mistake of looking at the crowd and her eyes gravitated towards a familiar set of dark eyes that she had used to love getting lost in. She was in the middle of her sentence, "So as you can see as we keep making improvements-" when she noticed Parvati sitting there, staring at her and listening, and blanked. For what seemed like minutes but was probably only seconds, Hermione gawked at her looking completely dumbfounded before she hastily looked away and back to her notes. With a quiet laugh and a small blush she uttered a quick, corky apology before she continued as flawless and assured as before, although she directed her head towards the side of the crowd that was Parvati-less.

After that little exchange, Lavender nudged her best friend again. "I think she saw you," she whispered.

To which Parvati looked at her like she was stupid, and muttered back, "No shit, Lav."

When her speech ended Hermione sat down at the panel and tried to look attentive to the next speaker, but Parvati could tell she looked a bit distracted and flustered and consciously avoided looking at Parvati again. After the speeches ended people began to disperse for refreshments or wine. They found some shade underneath an old oak and John started telling them about his work, when Parvati noticed Hermione slip away from the crowd to a wine table.

"Hey I'll be right back, I'm gonna grab some wine," she said to the three of them, feeling oddly nervous.

She cleared her throat when she was a couple of feet behind, and once Hermione was done pouring her glass she cleared her throat again, more loudly this time, and said almost hesitantly, "Hi Hermione."

The effect was instantaneous, the bookworm jumped out of her skin and dropped the glass nearly missing her foot. One hand was clutching her heart as she spun around which she quickly tried to play off as an unnecessary adjustment to her necklace. "Parvati!" she exclaimed in high voice. "I. . . umm," she flustered around a bit before she let out a small laugh. "You scared me," she said her voice dropping down to it's normal level.

"I didn't know I was so frightening," Parvati said with a grin. "Maybe I should wear a bag over my head."

Hermione laughed again lightly with a hint of embarrassment. "You surprised me," she corrected herself. "Now if you wore a bag over your head that would have scared me." She moved her gaze away from Parvati to notice the broken shards of glass on the floor to which she took out her wand and muttered, "Repairo."

"You know it's a shame the wine doesn't end up back in the glass," Parvati said as she watched the shards reconfigure themselves into a flawless piece again.

"Oh, yeah well there's more," Hermione offered with a grin as she turned her back on her so she could grab more off of the table. "Want a glass?"

"No, I'm fine."

"So," Hermione said in a falsely high tone as she turned back to her ex. "It's nice seeing you again."

Parvati tried not to act too surprised or offended at the false cheeriness, a tone that Hermione readily used with reporters and during interviews, but was unsuccessful because Hermione seemed to immediately register the mistake by her expression.

"I- I'm sorry. You know- these things are hectic, I end up talking to a lot of people some I barely remember. . ." She started.

"It's fine-" Parvati interjected.

"No, it's really not," Hermione said trying to catch her eye. "It is really nice to see you again," she said sincerely. "I. . . umm. . . well you look really. . . great," she said softly.

Parvati gave her a wane smile. "Always the compliments with you. You look really good too by the way."

Hermione laughed and blushed a little. "So what are you doing here?" she asked changing the subject. "I know you don't usually come. . . you were really upset that first year the memorial really wasn't your kind of thing."

Parvati shrugged. "It's not really your thing either. You don't like to think about it."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I don't really get a choice in the matter. Although the charity dinner after is for a good cause it's about the only reason I bear with it," she said taking a large sip of wine.

Parvati raised an eyebrow.

"Oh don't worry I'm not an alcoholic," Hermione said with a hiccup noticing her expression. "So are you staying for the dinner?"

"No, I have a night shift at the hospital," Parvati said. "And, it's a bit too pricey for my blood anyway," she joked with a smile.

"It is pricey, and full of London's wizarding elite. I swear half of the people that go sided with the ministry and were completely against Harry and Dumbledore when Fudge was still in office," Hermione finished with an eye roll and downed the rest of her glass.

"Well besides dealing with London's rich, pompous jackasses, how have you been?" Parvati asked a little more seriously.

"Oh you know," Hermione said catching her eye. "Better. You?"

"About the same I guess," noticing a good-looking witch with curly hair come up to Hermione from behind.

"I was wondering what was keeping you," the brunette witch said snagging a hand around Hermione's waist. She looked at Parvati with a smile to which Parvati tried to respond with the same friendliness back. Her stomach, however, was in knots for reasons she tried not to understand.

"Oh umm," Hermione hesitated looking from her girlfriend to Parvati, but somehow avoiding to engage in any eye contact. "Jeannette this is, uh. . ." she gestured casually at Parvati. "We were. . ."

"Roommates," Parvati finished for her swiftly. "At Hogwarts," she concluded. Hermione looked up at her with a mixture of awe and relief.

"Oh," Jeannette said smiling. "You never mentioned your roommates before," she said towards Hermione.

"We weren't that close," Parvati interjected still feeling Hermione's eyes on her. "We didn't really like each other for about six years," she added with a laugh.

"That was because you would hide my potions book from me in between classes," Hermione intervened in her defense, finding her voice back.

"That did drive you a bit barmy," Parvati remembered thoughtfully. "So are you two. . . together?" she asked trying to ignore the blatantly obvious sign of the brunette's arm snaking around the bookworm's waist.

"Yeah," Hermione answered as the other woman beamed. "Vati, this is Jeannette. . . Jeannette, Parvati."

She held out her hand and Parvati did nothing but reach out and accept it, noticing all too clearly how Hermione was having a hard time looking her in the eye.

"So how long have you been dating," Parvati asked conversationally wishing she had taken a glass of wine to keep her hands occupied.

"About a year and a half," the brunette answered with a smile. "Listen uh, I hate to interrupt," she said looking between Parvati and Hermione, "but Harry wanted me to tell you that the press is gonna start taking pictures soon so if you want to head over there-"

"I can leave," Parvati said instantly suddenly finding time away from the couple a desirable option.

"No, you still got some time," she replied waving it off. "You know how long these things really can take to start up. I'll let them know you're coming soon."

"That'd be great," Hermione said with a smile and Jeannette planted a kiss on her cheek.

"It was nice meeting you," she said looking back at Parvati before walking back towards the crowds.

"Yeah it was," Parvati agreed, looking her up and down as she walked away, trying to ignore the way her hips would swing back and forth in an almost discreet, but sexy way as if she knew someone was watching. Parvati let her eyes fall back on the bookworm and gave her an impressed look. "Well, she was. . . pretty."

Hermione blushed a little. "She's great."

"And, I'm guessing she doesn't know we dated considering you told her my real name and I didn't get any dirty looks."

Hermione sighed. "We talked about our past relationships and I. . . well I mentioned everyone since Krum except you."

"Oh. . . I was that bad, huh?"

"No of course not!" Hermione exclaimed looking aghast. "I never regretted being with you at all it's just," she hesitated looking suddenly wary of what she was about to say.

"Just what?"

"I just, I liked you the most," Hermione said quietly looking up at Parvati to gauge her reaction which ended up being a confused look. "You know," she continued. "You're the only one I ever wondered about after things ended." She suddenly blushed, a deep flush that Parvati used to love putting on Hermione's face.

In fact, Parvati still relished that she could turn Hermione's face that shade of red. "You're thinking about our break-up sex aren't you?" she asked with a smirk.

"Parvati!" she scolded her face turning redder.

"You are!" Parvati exclaimed in mock surprise. "I see I'm well remembered," she said looking thoroughly proud of how embarrassed she was making her ex.

Hermione shook her head, as if trying very hard not to think of something. "You're hard to forget."

"I hope that's not a bad thing."

This time Hermione looked up and gave her a warm smile. "Of course not Vati. You know I really never got to say thank you by the way."

This time it was Parvati's turn to be a little embarrassed. "For what?"

Hermione hesitated. "You know when I promised you I'd be okay I had every intention of keeping it. Sometimes I think the only way I've stayed sane was because of that."

"But now you have Jeannette now," Parvati offered wondering why she was bringing her into the mix.

"Right," Hermione agreed looking a bit wary.

"So really, though, you're doing good?"

"Well, it's coming along piece by piece. At first it wasn't so great, but after about a year I switched therapists- she's a squib actually. She studied in muggle school, but her parents told her all about the war. It's the best of both- muggles have a better grasp on therapy, but she does know about the wizarding world so I can talk freely about it. It's nice. It was a bit rocky at first, but I mean, I do feel better than before."

"I'm glad you're doing good. Really."

"Me too. So how have you been?" Hermione asked changing the subject for her own sake. "Are you with anyone?"

"I am actually," Parvati said nodding. "His name is John."

"A boyfriend?" Hermione said surprised her eyebrows raising.

"Boyfriend," Parvati sighed clarifying for her. "I swear everyone forgets I'm bi and thinks I only like women-"

"I didn't mean to- you know- I-"

"Don't mention it," Parvati said waving it off.

"How are things going with him?"

"They're going. . . well," Parvati answered her face falling flat at the end.

Hermione noticed the look and hesitation. "It doesn't sound very well."

"No it is, it just occurred to me that I never really told him about you either. I mean I told him I had my first girlfriend right after Hogwarts and everything, but I never really told him. . ."

"What?" Hermione asked noticing her hesitation again.

Parvati shrugged. "Just how special you were I guess."

This time instead of blushing her lips drooped down into a thoughtful frown before a suddenly curious look went on her face that Parvati caught out of the corner of her eye.

"Do you ever miss it?" Hermione asked wonderingly.

"What?" Parvati asked wondering if she really was asking what she thought she was.

"Women," she answered simply.

"Oh right," Parvati said recovering and almost laughing at herself for thinking that Hermione, who was in a long-term committed relationship, was really asking if she missed being with her. "Hmm well," she hesitated trying to find the right words. "It's like, well. . ." She sighed defeated and just answered honestly. "Boobs. Sometimes I really miss boobs."

Hermione snorted loudly and Parvati grinned, as she chuckled and defended herself. "It's true! There's nothing like a nice set of boobs."

Hermione shook her head in what looked like was supposed to be disappointment but was really affection. "I've missed you," she said suddenly, and for the moment the air got thick and she wondered if she really should have said that.

Parvati felt a faint flush go to her cheeks. "I've missed you too," she admitted.

There was a short silence in which Hermione set down her wine glass on the table. "I should probably get going," she said gesturing towards the crowd- the press was definitely evident now that they were trying to get the golden trio together for a picture but were having trouble finding the third member.

Parvati nodded. They hesitated before they took a step forward and gave each other an awkward hug, in which Hermione tried to ignore the flips that her stomach was doing after accidentally smelling Parvati's hair. Vanilla. After all these years she had not changed all that much, and Hermione idly wondered if it was the nostalgia that was making her stomach tie in knots, or something else. She also tried to ignore that this day, exactlly six years ago, she had accompanied Parvati back to their dormitory where she had lied down next to her on her bed and made love to her for the first time. She idly wondering if the same memory was replaying itself in Parvati's mind.

The two detangled themselves from their embrace and Hermione started walking away before she suddenly looked back and gave Parvati a curious look. "Am I. . . am I going to see you again?" she asked slowly. "I mean it's been so long since I've seen you I thought maybe we could catch up. . . a little more."

Parvati was a bit surprised, but pleased when she answered. "Yeah, that sounds great."

Hermione nodded. "I'll talk to you soon." She turned to walk away before she looked back one more time and said almost awkwardly, "I'll owl you."

Parvati nodded and watched Hermione walk away a little dumbstruck, but quickly noticed what an idiot she must have looked like just standing there gawking, so she quickly busied herself at the table grabbing a wine glass and looking through the assortment. As she poured herself a glass she tried not to look too pleased and tried, unsuccessfully, to keep the memory of the night after the first memorial out of her head.

x x x

"It's kinda weird," Lavender said taking a sip of champagne. She had been watching the entire exchange from a distance away as when she went to grab champagne and ran into Ginny. The two could not help but notice the two ex's meet. "The two of them. . . I think they still like each other," she noted as she watched Parvati look after Hermione as she was walking away. "Parvati practically swore she didn't care to talk to Hermione and there she is going right up to her."

Ginny snorted. "Hermione sure likes to insist that she doesn't like her."

"Did you know they had sex and right after they had an agreed breaking up? Who does that?" Lavender asked as if the idea were inconceivable.

"Two people that never really wanted to break up in the first place," Ginny suggested simply.

"Good point."

"You know what their problem was?" Ginny said thoughtfully taking a sip from a glass of wine. "Their timing was wrong. It was all in the timing, and they got one shite bomb after another. The press printed that picture of them, Ron acted like an arse, then the dementor attack, then all Hermione's problems came tumbling out, and this all happened within what? A span of a month or two? "

Lavender hesitated before she asked Ginny, "You talk to both of them still. Do you think they'll ever get back together?"

Ginny shrugged. "I have no idea. I mean Hermione has Jeannette and Parvati has John. . . but, honestly, it's kinda hard to get over your first love. At least I never got over mine- I married him."

"But what about Ron?" Lavender asked with a funny expression on her face. "Hermione dated him before Parvati."

"Eh," Ginny waved it off, "she dated him, but she loved him more like a friend than a soulmate. Besides Ron's not a girl, and Hermione has been solely committed to women since Parvati."

"I guess you're right," Lavender sighed as she watched Parvati discreetly chancing a glance at Hermione every few moments as a distracted Hermione seemed less attentive to her girlfriend who was having a time trying to wrap her arms around the bookworm in between photographs. "Tell me Ginny," she said suddenly and bubbly as if a light had just gone on in her head. She gave Ginny a mischievous grin that made Ginny dread what was about to be asked. "Have you ever played matchmaker?"

Ginny gave her an apprehensive look. "Lavender we really shouldn't-"

"Just answer the question Ginny."

The red head sighed. "No."

Lavender smiled diabolically, and Ginny internally cursed knowing exactly where this was going wondering if she should get involved and even if she wanted to. "Now tell me Ginny," she asked slowly and sultry, "haven't you always wanted to?"

"Lavender," Ginny treaded slowly. "We really shouldn't get involved."

"I'm not talking about controlling their lives, I'm just suggesting a gentle nudge in the right direction," she said simply.

"A gentle nudge?" she questioned skeptically.

"I'll tell you what. If Hermione isn't happier than usual today based on the mere fact that she's seen Parvati we'll let it go."

"Lavender, you're missing a fine line though. Hermione loves her girlfriend- she's been with her over a year," Ginny argued. "And, what about John, doesn't Parvati love him?"

"Eh. . ."

"Eh?"

"She does, but not as much as. . . I think she feels guilty if she were to break up with him because of how sick his mum is."

"I'm sorry to hear that, but that doesn't mean you can go over and destroy Hermione's relationship. Hermione has worked hard on it-"

"Worked hard on it?" Lavender asked with a raised eyebrow. "Do you really have to work hard on loving someone."

Ginny shook her head, and took a step making it apparent that this conversation was over and Ginny was not buying. "No, Lavender let it go," she said sternly before she shook her head again and started making her way towards the crowd to find her husband.

Lavender sighed and watched Parvati watching Hermione with the most peculiar look on her face. It was a look that was content, but oddly wondering, like Parvati was lost in a world a thousand miles away while still being strictly rooted in the moment. Perhaps Ginny was right. Perhaps she should let it go and leave Hermione in the arms of a pretty brunette and leave Parvati to figure out if she really wanted to stay with John. But, just as she was about to, she noticed Hermione pull her eyes away from the throng of people around her to find Parvati standing there staring. Lavender watched the two of them give each other embarrassed, wide smiles and decided, maybe, just maybe, there was hope for them yet.