It had started as a fun game on their first Valentines together. Lavender had promised her the largest bouquet Hogsmead had to offer. So, naturally Astoria had sent the family elf to Diagon Alley to find a bigger one.
But even Astoria had to admit that it might have got out of hand the morning she woke up to find Lavendar had turned their bedroom into a florist.
Luna had spent hours combing the meadows around the forbidden forest, collecting the most delicate blooms to tie into a ribbon.
So it was gratifying to watch as Ginny’s face light up across the great hall as she found the posey on the plate at her usual breakfast spot.
It was entertaining too, if a little frustrating, watching her interrogate every boy within a twenty metre radius as she tried to work out who they were from.
One day, Luna would be brave enough to put her own name on tag, as well as Ginny’s.
“I had a dream about you last night,” Angelina said, curling herself into Katie’s side as her friend – no, girlfriend – wrapped her arms around her.
She was still not used to this, waking up with the feeling of skin against oh, so soft skin. Being able to unabashedly admire where it wrapped around the Quidditch toned arms and shoulders that squeezed her tight.
“Oh?” Katie said with a grin. “Care to tell me what it was about?”
“No,” Angelina said, stroking her hand across Katie’s stomach enjoying the feel of it under her fingers.
Katie pouted, but before she could voice her indignation, Angelina took the opportunity of her being off guard and rolled on top of her.
In the years since she had gladly given it back to Professor McGonagall, Hermione had never wished to have her time-turner again more than she did right now.
Just for a single turn, a smidgen of one even. All she wanted was a few minutes.
Just enough time to stop the door to her bedroom closing with a resolute click.
Just to stop the look of horror spreading over Pansy’s face before she grabbed her clothes.
To stop those three little words, so innocuous when said apart, from falling from her lips.
The two witches stood by the fireside, one dressed in robes of midnight blue, a book clutched tightly in one arm, the other wrapped in a warm ochre cloak. The cold biting wind of the Scottish Highlands dancing with their hems.
Rowena clutched Helga’s hand tightly as they watched as the final embers from the ritual fade to black.
“Do you think it will work?” Rowena asked for the third time that evening.
“If anyone can do it, it’s you.” Helga said.
Rowena rested her head on Helga’s shoulder. “Do you think they will be a boy or a girl.”
“A girl. What shall we call her?”
“Helga? After the most beautiful witch to grace these isles.”
“Circe’s tits, no. If we’re naming her after either of us, she should be called Rowena.”
Rowena stared into the fire again for a minute. She stroked her stomach as though she could already feel it filling with life.
“How about a combination of the two, then? Helena is a nice name don’t you think?”
Bellatrix was sick. Congested, and feverish and that awful feeling you get where it feels like your brain has been replaced with cotton wool.
Bellatrix did not like being sick.
More than that, Bellatrix did not like being looked after. Soft hands and soft words only made her feel sicker. So, it was a nice surprise to find someone who didn’t smother her just because she had the sniffles.
As Dolores stood in the door and levitated a tray of tea and Bellatrix’s favourite biscuits towards her before closing said door and leaving her to her own devices, Bellatrix realised that she might be in love.
When Cho had gone to the European Quidditch training camp, she hadn’t expected luxury, but she had at least expected her own bed. But she supposed budgets were tight.
And when she found out that her roommate was the woman she’d had a crush on for longer than she would care to admit, she wasn’t going to be the one to complain.
Perhaps she might be able to catch more than one snitch this week.
Charlie had always known Tonks wasn’t the smoothest operator in the room.
So it was really no surprise when she tried to flick her newly long hair over her shoulder, only to completely misjudge it, fwap Fleur in the face with her hair and nut some random guy behind her.
What did surprise him was that somehow, it worked.
“Why didn’t you say anything before?” Angelina asked, several hours and more kisses than Katie could count later.
“I was scared,” Katie admitted, twisting her fingers together.
“Scared?” Angelina repeated incredulously. “What were you scared of?”
“You’re my best friend! And as much as I love you to the end of the earth and back, and as much as I wanted this!” Katie waved her arms around where the two of them were tangled together on the sofa. “Your friendship means more to me than anything. I didn’t want to risk losing that. Couldn’t risk it. I was scared that when you found out just how not normal I am about you, you’d run a mile.”
“Oh, Katie,” Angelina said softly. A small smile tugged at her lips as she stroked Katie’s cheek. “You’ve never been normal. It’s one of the main reasons I love you.”
Today’s offering is significantly longer than all my others so far. Also significantly less safe for work (in that is absolutely NSFW). So I’ve put most of it under the cut. Hope you enjoy it.
“Sit up on the dresser,” Pansy ordered, her voice silky and sharp.
Ginny looked at her confused. It wasn’t what she had been expecting, having just been pinned to the wall by Pansy’s kisses while she stripped Ginny naked.
She liked making the teachers happy. She was proud to be a smart and diligent student, who didn’t let things like boys, or gossip, or mischief distract her.
But now, as she ran through the dark corridors of Hogwarts, her hand clasped in Marlene’s, giggling, heart pumping as they ran from the broom cupboard, trying to avoid Professor McGonagall’s ire, she wondered what she else she might have been missing.
I’m afraid our charges are once again conspiring against us. I am stuck detention, and will not be able to join you until later.
I will save you the blushes, and not write down where my mind will be wandering to this evening - inappropriate for when I am sat with three troublesome teens? Perhaps, but is so much more pleasant than marking. Just know that I am thinking of you.
Will you wait up for me? I know that we’re both fond of an early night, but I’m afraid that I did get rather used waking up next to you during the summer holidays, and I am loathe to give it up. I promise to make it worth your while.
Katie wanted to pinch herself; to be sure that this wasn’t just yet another version of the dream she’d been secretly treasuring both awake and asleep since she’d realised she was in love with her best friend.
“Katie?” Angelina squeezed her hands and Katie felt her pulse quicker and her cheeks flush pink at the extra contact. She focussed on Angelina again, scanning her face. They were stood so close, she could see all the crinkles around Angelina’s eyes where she was smiling at her. She was so beautiful.
This is real.
“You’re ridiculous, you know?” Angelina said affectionately, reading Katie’s disbelief. “Of course, I love you – am in love with you.”
She pressed their foreheads together, “how could I not be?”
This is real.
It had to be.
As Angelina leant in to kiss her, Katie knew that there was no way her imagination had ever done justice to the feeling of their lips melting together for the first time. As the warmth of her hands that were now sliding around Katie’s neck and into her hair sent tingles down her spine, she realised that this would always be real now.
Hermione woke up bleary eyed and fuzzy headed. She groped around for her watch on her night stand only to kick something soft as she moved.
Her head hit the pillow as she let out a long sigh. She was supposed to have sworn off inviting random men into her bed. They never lived up to expectation, and always left her feeling empty.
Except… she’d been at the Hogwarts reunion last night. And she certainly wasn’t bringing any of those wizards home.
She paid more attention to the leg her foot was still touching. It was smaller than she might expect. Less hairy too.
The lips she had kissed last night were sweeter.
Hermione closed her eyes and allowed herself the indulgence of remembering more. Fingers and tongues that knew every contour without having to be told. Kisses and caresses in all the most sensitive places, and oh, so much softness.
Perhaps, she realised as the memories sent fresh tingles down her spine, it wasn’t the one night stands that were at fault. It was the the company.
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