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Friday, 2nd July, 1999
Diagon Alley
Hermione Granger's Flat
Daphne took a deep breath, fiddling with her shirt before she finally rapped her knuckles across the door in front of her. She had been here for five minutes, standing on Granger's Welcome mat like a moron.
She was wound up tighter than a clock, incessantly tucking her hair behind her ears when the white door swung inwards, and Hermione stood there. Hair pulled into a high ponytail, wearing a pair of black leggings and a long white shirt with intricate lace details around the v-neckline, it came in just below her breasts and was loose from there with thin straps, one of which was close to falling off of her shoulder.
"Morning," Hermione smiled shyly, tucking a stray curl behind her ear, stepping aside so Daphne could enter. Hermione looked unsure how to greet the blonde, so Daphne stepped up, and moved forward to lightly hug her. It lasted all of two seconds, Hermione didn't even have time to register that it had happened before Daphne was walking past hr into the flat. Daphne bit her lip, fuck she looks cute. I'm doomed.
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Hermione watched Daphne as she slowly moved throughout the apartment, blue eyes darting about, examining every detail. Hermione saw her pause in the living room, a slight frown on her face.
"You're welcome to sit down if you want," Hermione offered, pleased that she had guessed right when Daphne smiled softly and nodded before taking a seat on the couch.
Hermione knew her flat wasn't the biggest, but she was happy with it. Hermione shut the front door, and walked down the short hallway, which lead straight into the living space. To you immediate left was space to walk into the rest of the flat, down a corridor was the Master bedroom and Bathroom, and her personal study. Before you got there however was the kitchen; which was dark brown cabinets, marble countertops and bright blue dishtowels hanging on the stove's handle. There was a Fireplace in the furthest corner of the space before the rest of the house, it was currently unlit, and she spotted the small piles of books that she had already spread out around the loveseat that faced it. It's not that messy...right?
The living room which Daphne was currently admiring was simple, a couch, an armchair and a loveseat, all facing a coffee table with a glass top; here was a simple white rug underneath the coffee table. She had to put up the shelves around the apartment herself after she had moved in, which were now adorned with small knick knacks and for the most part, picture frames. Hermione's eyes landed on a few of her favourites. Weasley family pictures with herself, Harry, Sirius and Remus, pictures with just Harry, Ron and herself. One where Ginny and her were twirling each other and smiling at the photographer; Charlie. She glanced at Daphne to see her staring at one of the most recent ones; Hermione was hoisting Teddy onto her hip, smiling brightly as the little boy gurgled happily.
The colour scheme of her flat was pretty simple, white with pops of blues and dark browns.
I suppose I should make some tea. Hermione lightly padded across the light hardwood floors towards the kitchen, the large windows allowing copious amounts of light to get into flat.
Hermione nibbled on her lip as she tiptoed to grab a white tray out of one of the higher shelves in one of her cupboards. Soon she was so busy brewing Darjeeling tea, she had no idea if Luna or Daphne liked it, and when the thought occurred to her the light rapping on the front door caught her attention. Luna is here.
"Daphne, would you mind getting that, please? It's most likely Luna." Hermione stuck her head out from around the kitchen corner and saw the blonde was already in the process of getting up.
"No problem," Daphne said primly, heels clipping across the hardwood as she walked. She disappeared out of view and Hermione ducked back into the kitchen, assembling teacups, the teapot, milk, sugar and a few assorted biscuits, muttering spells under her breath and waving about her hand as she tried to do it all wandlessly. My wandless and non-verbal skills still aren't where I want them to be, Hermione pursed her lips. She didn't notice that Luna was now standing just outside the kitchen, staring at her curiously.
"Morning, Hermione!" Luna chirped happily, and Hermione turned in her direction and was a bit taken aback by her attire. Luna was wearing a plum button down shirt that came just above mid thigh, a pair of black thigh highs, and dark green ballet flats with yellow bows on the front. Hermione felt her heart warm at how unique the Ravenclaw was, today she was wearing her Dirigible plum earrings, and her hair was messily piled on top of her head; secured with her wand.
"Morning, Luna," Hermione smiled warmly, hugging the smaller girl briefly, but tightly.
"Thank you for inviting me! Did you need any help with that?" Luna asked brightly, gesturing towards the tray on the counter.
"No, I'm fine thank you, Lu. It only needs to go into the living room now," Hermione answered, turning her back to grab a spoon for the sugar. When she turned back around, she saw Luna skipping away, the tray floating behind her as she made her way to the living room.
Luna spotted a picture of Hermione, Ron, Harry, Ginny, Neville and Luna and exclaimed happily, "Oh, how lovely! I have that picture in my room as well."
Hermione followed her into the living room and saw that Daphne was seated neatly on one side of the couch, leg crossed over the other, hands clasped together in her lap, posture a bit rigid as she watched Luna with careful eyes.
Luna sat down on the loveseat that was facing the couch, and Hermione decided that she would sit on the couch as well, with enough space between her and Daphne that it wouldn't make the Slytherin uncomfortable.
"So who wants to go first?" Hermione broke the ice, picking up the teapot and pouring tea into all three cups.
"I can go first," Luna suggested with a airy smile, pouring a dash of milk in her tea before grasping her cup in her hands and taking a small sip.
"That's fine with me," Daphne shrugged.
"Since we're all here it means that we all acknowledge that there is something between us, whether at the moment it's more sexual for some," Luna's eyes darted quickly in Daphne's direction, "or leaning towards more emotional for others," Luna's gaze was fixed on Hermione.
"I've never been in a relationship with a woman before," Hermione said after a few moments of thick silence.
"Neither have I," Daphne said quietly.
They both looked at Luna, who was humming a jubilant tune, "I have, it was only a brief arrangement. She was very nice however and she had a way with her-"
"I think that's enough," Daphne interrupted hastily, sharing a potent look with Hermione, who shook her head fondly at the fair haired girl opposite them.
"What I want to know is how do you know that we're 'Meant to Be'?" Daphne changed the subject, raising her eyebrows as she daintily sipped her tea.
"I just do," Luna cocked her head to the side, without any warning Luna carefully grasped Daphne's hand in hers. Hermione bit down on her chocolate biscuit, fascinated by the other witches' reactions. Daphne took in a sharp gasp, irises darkening, and Luna seemed to glow around the edges, all fuzzy and warm. "You feel that? That's how I know," Luna looked expectantly towards Hermione, and with a hard swallow, mouth still filled with chocolate she scooted forward and took Daphne and Luna's hands. Immediately she felt a light buzzing rushing over her skin, she felt powerful, strong. She felt like she was at home.
"Our magic is highly compatible," Hermione rasped out, and the broad smile on Luna's face confirmed her suspicions.
"Exactly," Luna affirmed, carefully letting go of the other two girls.
"That doesn't mean we're meant to be," Daphne argued, her hand lingering in Hermione's before she retracted it, busying her hands by retrieving her teacup from the tray. "Our magic can be highly compatible with other people as well."
"Perhaps," Luna shrugged. "How about we conduct a test?"
"A test?" Hermione licked her lips, catching tiny chocolate crumbs.
"To see if this is worth pursuing, it doesn't have to be anything too intimate, a kiss should suffice," Luna answered.
"Pardon?" Daphne narrowed her eyes.
"A kiss," Luna repeated simply, silvery blue eyes glancing between the two females across from her. "We can take turns."
Hermione felt her face heat up, and she grasped her cheeks in her hands, eyes locked on Luna. "Okay."
Luna angled her face at Daphne who looked fairly impassive, who nodded curtly but didn't utter a peep. This is utterly bizarre, how is this going to work? Merlin's Beard this is odd. Just, how?
Luna lithely got up from the loveseat and the next thing she knew she was in front of her, leaning down, small hands cradling Hermione's head. All Hermione saw was silvery blue eyes, all she smelt was the forest after it had just rained and it felt like she was back in the forest when she had been on the run with Harry and Ron; except this time she felt safe, this time she could practically hear the river rushing past her in her ears. Softly, Luna spoke, head tipped towards Hermione, lips a breath away. "Hermione may I kiss you?"
"Yes," Hermione panted out, and it was slow, gentle at first. Hermione felt warm, and before she knew it, her hands were grasping at Luna's nape and back, pulling her towards her. Light, pecks turned into firmer but still soft, breathy kisses. Hermione whimpered when Luna pulled away.
Luna directed her next words at Daphne, whispering in a soothing, compelling tone. "Come join us, Daphne."
Daphne looked hesitant, but complied nonetheless, stiff and eyes guarded until Luna leaned down and pressed her lips to hers, hands still in Hermione's curls. Hermione watched as Daphne's eyelids fluttered shut. Revelled in how long, her pretty dark lashes were. Before she knew what she was doing, she reached forward and Luna moved out of the way and Hermione claimed Daphne's lips. She felt Luna kiss her temple and sit in her lap. She ignored how they were all twisted together on her couch, she ignored the fact that their tea was getting cold.
Luna's kiss had been soft, cautious as they explored each other for the first time. Daphne's was like getting ice water thrown down your back whilst hot fires were lit inside you all at the same time. Daphne was nibbling on her lip, tongue swiping across her bottom lip seeking permission to enter her mouth. Hermione panted out heavily between long, heated kisses, tongues dancing, her heart rate racing.
When she pulled away, she rested her forehead against Daphne's. Luna was the one to speak first, earning a light laugh from Hermione as she did. "I suppose we're in agreement to try and see where this goes then?"
Daphne twisted her mouth to the side, "yes Luna, I suppose it does."
"Lovely, how does dinner next week Saturday sound?" Luna grinned broadly, still playing with Hermione's curls.
"It sounds nice, Luna," Hermione responded.
They both looked at Daphne, who had her arms crossed over her chest, "Fine. Dinner, next Saturday."
Luna looked over her shoulder and a pout appeared across her features, "oh dear, the tea's gone cold."
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