For ireneadler: Logically [Fic, Hermione/Padma, PG]
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Title: Logically
Author: ...
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Padma Patil
Rating: PG
Warning: Fluff
Hermione Jane Granger was nothing if not logical. Ever since she was a small child logic had dictated most of what she did. When questioned about her sexual preference, she typically didn’t answer- after all, it wasn’t really anyone’s business was it? But she’d thought about it plenty. It seemed the logical choice to be attracted to men. After all, the anatomy of a man was complimentary to that of a woman. And, sex had a purpose between a man and a woman that went beyond pleasure. So, why was it that she was spending most of her time in her garden, thinking about the anatomy of one Miss Padma Patil? Well, it wasn’t really her anatomy per se, but the shape of her eyes, the color of her lips, her scent. It was a spicy scent that reminded her of tea and oranges.
She had just received an owl from Parvati, updating Hermione on her holiday in India. Enclosed was a photo of she and her twin. Try as she might, she couldn’t tear her eyes from Padma. She knew that most couldn’t tell the difference between the sisters, but Hermione was just as observant as she was logical. There were superficial telltales- for instance Parvati always wore more make-up and jewelry than Padma. However, there were physical things as well. Padma’s eyes were larger and darker than her sisters; more exotic, Hermione thought. And! The top of Padma’s nose turned up, ever so slightly, where as Parvati’s curled down.
Hols would be over soon, a fact which Hermione found both thrilling and frightening. She couldn’t seem to concentrate on much other than Padma and because of that she’d only read half of her booklist. She was excited to get back to Hogwarts though, to actually see her friends, owls just didn’t suffice.
The Patil twins were known for their closeness. In fact, there was hardly one without the other (unless, of course, Padma was studying, in which case, Parvati would flounce off with Lavender.) Hermione actually spent a lot of time with them, if only be accident. She and Parvati were never really all that close- but they did share a room together and Padma visited. A lot. Hermione would watch her over a book as Lavender and Parvati talked animatedly about boys. Often times Padma would pull a book of her own out of her bag and ignore their gossip. Hermione couldn’t blame her; she couldn’t stand to listen to talk about Seamus’ bum either. Sometimes Padma would come over and talk with Hermione about things- mostly homework. But Hermione found she looked forward to those times, as menial as their chats may be.
She found herself, near the middle of term, visiting the library when Padma hadn’t come to Gryffindor Tower with Parvati. It wasn’t stalking, not really, she told herself. She just needed to be ready for her exams, is all. Why, then, was she staring at Padma every chance she got?
Padma had lived in her sister’s shadow her entire life, but she didn’t really mind. Parvati knew her better than anyone and she respected her, that’s all she needed. But it seemed someone had taken notice. Padma had admired Hermione for quite some times and it was partially for that reason she endured Parvati and Lavender’s boy-crazy gossiping so often. However, after years, nothing had come from all that time in the Gryffindor tower and Padma gave up. There was no need for a fruitless pursuit. So Padma began spending more time in the library with her own housemates. Much to her surprise, so did Hermione Granger. Padma was always praised for her observant nature and it did not escape her just how often the Gryffindor’s eyes wandered her way. Padma couldn’t help but smile, though she kept up the little game.
It was a Wednesday afternoon and the snow was falling heavily. Padma knew her sister and Lavender would be in the Divination Tower, leaving Hermione in the room alone. When she opened the door to Parvati’s room, she was please to find her calculations were correct. Hermione looked surprised when she entered and Padma smiled warmly.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Parvati’s not around.”
Padma was surprised that other girl so easily told them apart. But she didn’t have time to ask questions. She walked confidently over to Hermione and just as she was about to place her own lips onto the other girls, she stopped. As often as she’d though this over and planned it to perfection, something in her hesitated. Perhaps she was wrong about Hermione. Did she really have a right to kiss her without invitation? Did either of them have the time to deal with what this kiss could bring?
As questions raced through Padma’s Ravenclaw mind, Hermione’s Gryffindor heart took over. With confidence Hermione wound her hand into Padma’s hair (like thick, rich, silk) and pulled the other girl to her. Her lips were full and pillowy soft. Padma seemed to melt in Hermione’s hands as she signed and kissed her back. Padma’s tongue languidly traced a trail across Hermione’s low lip and drew an unwilling moan from her. Kissing Padma was quite unlike anything Hermione had ever done before. When Padma pulled away, she mourned the loss of her warm full lips.
“I- I don’t…” Hermione felt the need to say something, although she had absolutely no idea what. It was a rare moment, indeed, when Hermione Jane Granger had nothing to say.
“You don’t have to say anything.”
“What just happened?” Hermione moved to sit on the bed, her expression far away. She was trying her hardest to get her mind around the situation.
“Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for…” Padma crossed her arms in front of her. Hermione hardly even realized that her words may have been offensive.
“I’m sorry- I didn’t mean- It’s just that, well, I’ve never kissed a girl before…” Her hand went to her lips unconsciously.
“So? There is a first time for everything, yes? Did you like it?” Padma rose, more confident this time, and moved to Hermione’s bed. She could tell that Hermione had enjoyed herself, the question was purely rhetorical. She placed another light kiss on Hermione’s lips.
Hermione had all sorts of logical reasons why she should be falling in love with Padma Patil, but for once, she didn’t care. Her smell, her taste, her touch- they didn’t need logic to be enjoyable. Perhaps there were some situations that didn’t require careful thought.
Title: Logically
Author: ...
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Padma Patil
Rating: PG
Warning: Fluff
Hermione Jane Granger was nothing if not logical. Ever since she was a small child logic had dictated most of what she did. When questioned about her sexual preference, she typically didn’t answer- after all, it wasn’t really anyone’s business was it? But she’d thought about it plenty. It seemed the logical choice to be attracted to men. After all, the anatomy of a man was complimentary to that of a woman. And, sex had a purpose between a man and a woman that went beyond pleasure. So, why was it that she was spending most of her time in her garden, thinking about the anatomy of one Miss Padma Patil? Well, it wasn’t really her anatomy per se, but the shape of her eyes, the color of her lips, her scent. It was a spicy scent that reminded her of tea and oranges.
She had just received an owl from Parvati, updating Hermione on her holiday in India. Enclosed was a photo of she and her twin. Try as she might, she couldn’t tear her eyes from Padma. She knew that most couldn’t tell the difference between the sisters, but Hermione was just as observant as she was logical. There were superficial telltales- for instance Parvati always wore more make-up and jewelry than Padma. However, there were physical things as well. Padma’s eyes were larger and darker than her sisters; more exotic, Hermione thought. And! The top of Padma’s nose turned up, ever so slightly, where as Parvati’s curled down.
Hols would be over soon, a fact which Hermione found both thrilling and frightening. She couldn’t seem to concentrate on much other than Padma and because of that she’d only read half of her booklist. She was excited to get back to Hogwarts though, to actually see her friends, owls just didn’t suffice.
The Patil twins were known for their closeness. In fact, there was hardly one without the other (unless, of course, Padma was studying, in which case, Parvati would flounce off with Lavender.) Hermione actually spent a lot of time with them, if only be accident. She and Parvati were never really all that close- but they did share a room together and Padma visited. A lot. Hermione would watch her over a book as Lavender and Parvati talked animatedly about boys. Often times Padma would pull a book of her own out of her bag and ignore their gossip. Hermione couldn’t blame her; she couldn’t stand to listen to talk about Seamus’ bum either. Sometimes Padma would come over and talk with Hermione about things- mostly homework. But Hermione found she looked forward to those times, as menial as their chats may be.
She found herself, near the middle of term, visiting the library when Padma hadn’t come to Gryffindor Tower with Parvati. It wasn’t stalking, not really, she told herself. She just needed to be ready for her exams, is all. Why, then, was she staring at Padma every chance she got?
Padma had lived in her sister’s shadow her entire life, but she didn’t really mind. Parvati knew her better than anyone and she respected her, that’s all she needed. But it seemed someone had taken notice. Padma had admired Hermione for quite some times and it was partially for that reason she endured Parvati and Lavender’s boy-crazy gossiping so often. However, after years, nothing had come from all that time in the Gryffindor tower and Padma gave up. There was no need for a fruitless pursuit. So Padma began spending more time in the library with her own housemates. Much to her surprise, so did Hermione Granger. Padma was always praised for her observant nature and it did not escape her just how often the Gryffindor’s eyes wandered her way. Padma couldn’t help but smile, though she kept up the little game.
It was a Wednesday afternoon and the snow was falling heavily. Padma knew her sister and Lavender would be in the Divination Tower, leaving Hermione in the room alone. When she opened the door to Parvati’s room, she was please to find her calculations were correct. Hermione looked surprised when she entered and Padma smiled warmly.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Parvati’s not around.”
Padma was surprised that other girl so easily told them apart. But she didn’t have time to ask questions. She walked confidently over to Hermione and just as she was about to place her own lips onto the other girls, she stopped. As often as she’d though this over and planned it to perfection, something in her hesitated. Perhaps she was wrong about Hermione. Did she really have a right to kiss her without invitation? Did either of them have the time to deal with what this kiss could bring?
As questions raced through Padma’s Ravenclaw mind, Hermione’s Gryffindor heart took over. With confidence Hermione wound her hand into Padma’s hair (like thick, rich, silk) and pulled the other girl to her. Her lips were full and pillowy soft. Padma seemed to melt in Hermione’s hands as she signed and kissed her back. Padma’s tongue languidly traced a trail across Hermione’s low lip and drew an unwilling moan from her. Kissing Padma was quite unlike anything Hermione had ever done before. When Padma pulled away, she mourned the loss of her warm full lips.
“I- I don’t…” Hermione felt the need to say something, although she had absolutely no idea what. It was a rare moment, indeed, when Hermione Jane Granger had nothing to say.
“You don’t have to say anything.”
“What just happened?” Hermione moved to sit on the bed, her expression far away. She was trying her hardest to get her mind around the situation.
“Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for…” Padma crossed her arms in front of her. Hermione hardly even realized that her words may have been offensive.
“I’m sorry- I didn’t mean- It’s just that, well, I’ve never kissed a girl before…” Her hand went to her lips unconsciously.
“So? There is a first time for everything, yes? Did you like it?” Padma rose, more confident this time, and moved to Hermione’s bed. She could tell that Hermione had enjoyed herself, the question was purely rhetorical. She placed another light kiss on Hermione’s lips.
Hermione had all sorts of logical reasons why she should be falling in love with Padma Patil, but for once, she didn’t care. Her smell, her taste, her touch- they didn’t need logic to be enjoyable. Perhaps there were some situations that didn’t require careful thought.