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The muse is restless and insists we pay attention to this story. I'm not quite sure how long this will last, but I will let you know that there may or may not be another chapter coming later tonight; much later if I actually post it. I'm rather exhausted you see, but I'm in the mood to write. Which means I may fall asleep with my laptop XD

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Friday, 18th June, 1999

Lovegood Residence

Luna was sitting cross-legged on her bed, wriggling her fingers around, brow drawn together in slight frustration; the charm she was trying to perfect wasn't quite right. There was something missing. It may have been however because she was frustrated about something else, and it was distracting her from the task at hand. She was patient, inordinately so, but even she had her limits.

One of them should've owled by now, Luna thought absently, snapping her fingers together.

Moments later, an barn owl landed on her window sill and tapped its beak on the glass of her open window.

"Oh! How delightful, I was beginning to get a bit worried," Luna said happily, climbing off of her bed and bounding over to the window; grabbing a treat from a jar on a small table underneath the window. Giving it to the owl after she retrieved the letter from its claws. "Thank you."

Luna recognised Hermione's looped handwriting immediately. My little lioness is the first to make a move. I am quite enjoying watching them become consciously aware of what they already know. All of her frustration dissipating.

Luna sniffed the letter out of habit, it was something she had seen her Mother do when she little; without noticing it, she had picked up the habit. Somehow it made her feel closer to her Mother, and she smiled faintly when the smell of lavender wafted off of the envelope.

Hermione smelled like lavender and parchment, Hermione was the feeling of home, and adventure all rolled into one. Daphne smelled like the sea and felt like the wind that sliced through you when you stood on top of a cliff, the roar of waves crashing against the rocks below rushing over you.

Luna carefully opened the letter, making a note to save it in her treasure box, there wasn't an excessive amount written on the parchment enclosed, and Hermione's smell intensified when Luna took it out.

Dear Luna,

I'm not entirely sure how to go about this, seeing as I've never done this before. I mean, I've had relationships before...but nothing of this nature. I have also never initiated contact with any of my potential romantic partners.

I know that you were the one who made the first move, and I believe that it is my turn? In relationships there has to be balance, and I think out of the three of us, you are the one most 'ready' so to speak. Funnily enough you are the youngest. I'm not even quite sure when Daphne's birthday is to be honest, I know yours is the thirteenth of February.

All of that is mainly to say, whilst I'm still not entirely comfortable with this, I do want to see what happens. Which is why I'm inviting you and Daphne to my flat in two weeks time. I would say earlier, but this way at least we will all be able to have enough notice and...prepare ourselves. We need to sit down and talk about what's going on between us.

Your friend,

Hermione xoxo

P.S. I've enclosed another piece of parchment which has the directions to my flat on it as well as the exact address in case you decide to floo in.

Luna smiled to herself lightly, the seeds have been sown and their plant was beginning to grow; they were making progress, slowly but surely. Without even casting it, Luna knew the charm would come out perfectly this time. Something tells me that at least two of us will see each other before the day we're meant to meet in Hermione's flat. With that thought in mind Luna sat down at her desk with some fresh parchment and began to pen her response.

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Thursday, 25th June, 1999

Diagon Alley

It turned out Luna's prediction had been right: Daphne exited Slug and Jiggers Apothecary and she spotted honey brown curls, bouncing as the witch walked - in her direction. Daphne had two choices, duck back in the shop and hope that Hermione hadn't spotted her, or let their paths cross. Fuck it. I've been avoiding answering her ruddy owl for almost a week now since I don't have a bloody clue what to tell her.

Daphne took a deep breath, and turned to face the witch that was mere steps away.

"Daphne!" Hermione squeaked out, clearly not prepared to see her. You're the one who sent the fucking owl, yet here you are being the flustered one. It was quite thrilling seeing all the small changes that occurred when Hermione saw her; her rosy lips parted, her pupils dilated and her breathing quickened. I am unaffected, of course, Daphne tried to convince herself as she crossed her legs, the urge to tug Hermione into her and nibble on her lip bubbling up inside of her.

"Granger," Daphne greeted carefully, ensuring to keep her tone even.

"Did you get my owl? You didn't respond-" Daphne's eyes widened as she put two and two together quickly enough to gather that the brunette wanted to discuss this in the middle of Diagon Alley, where anyone could overhear them. Gryffindors, Daphne thought snidely, grabbing Hermione's wrist and dragging her into a dark nook not too far away from the Apothecary where they would have some privacy.

"Are you mental? Anyone could have heard you!" Daphne hissed, glancing at the passersby, satisfied that they couldn't see them unless they were intentionally looking directly into their nook, she gave Hermione her full attention.

"What were you doing in the Apothecary?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Not that it's any of your business, but I was placing an order," Daphne replied curtly, folding her arms across her chest.

"I know you think this whole thing is absurd, and I was reluctant at first as well...but you have to admit that there's something between all of us," Hermione said.

"Wow. You went straight into it didn't you, no foreplay, nothing," Daphne said wryly, fingers raking her hair back. She only realised her choice of words when she saw Hermione bite her lip, "and there isn't."

"You don't think there's anything between us?" Hermione frowned lightly, clearly not believing Daphne as she began to nibble on her lip. Granger needs to fucking stop that. Or I'll - no, I won't, I won't do a bloody thing.

"No...of course there isn't," Daphne whispered shakily, eyes darting back into the warm, chocolate brown eyes of the witch in front of her.

"Are you sure?" Hermione asked, voice barely audible as she took a step closer. Daphne glanced down at the brunette's attire. A simply dark green sundress, black strappy sandals and a white tote bag slung over her shoulder.

"Positive."

Hermione took another tiny step forward, breath mingling with Daphne's now; she could feel Hermione's body heat radiating off of her in waves. Daphne glanced down at their hands that were mere centimetres away from each other, she didn't know what possessed her to do it, but her fingertips brushed the side of Hermione's hand. The tips of their fingers intertwined. Their foreheads were pressed together. It felt more intimate that anything she had ever done before, and she was no stranger to skin ship and intimacy; it didn't matter that the man she had done it with was now in love with another man - he had loved her once, though gender was something that didn't really matter to him.

"Fine, I'll meet you and Luna at your stupid flat," Daphne panted out, somehow, she knew Hermione was grinning.

"You called her Luna," Hermione noted with interest, Daphne rolled her eyes.

"Shut up."

Hermione pulled back first, a bit flustered, and unsure what to say now. Daphne listened as she began to ramble, the only thing running through her head was, she's beautiful when she'd nervous. Admiring the pink tinge to her cheeks, and the way she was avoiding eye contact now.

"I'll see you on Friday, Granger," Daphne laughed softly, leaning forward and kissing her on her forehead. Reluctant to lose the physical contact with the shorter witch, her lips lingered a beat longer than they would have between mere friends. With a small smile she turned to leave, feeling Hermione's eyes on her as she walked away, heels clicking on the cobblestones. Unbeknownst to her she was smiling, and with trepid fingers she reached up and brushed her fingers across her lips. Friday.

I hope you liked it!

Hopefully I can get the other chapter out tonight, no guarantees though.

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Indieblue xxx

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