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firewhiskeyficTitle: like knowing yourself
Author:fwooshy
I am of legal drinking age in my regino: yeah………….. Im old
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: lavender/parvati v side harrydraco
Challenge/Prompts used: ;avender brown, Madam Puddifoot's Tea Sho, Dirigible plums, Amortentia
SUmmmarY DUDE>.......................... Okay this is about lavender brown. Andi wanted it to be about harry and draco and abou OTP love bout actaulyly it's jujst about lavender brow and how shes' a werewolf and in the end she love herself but also she loves that parvati loves her to
Ratings?warning: dude……………………. I have no fuking idea
Word count: 2415
AUthors NOTes: im glad this is 18+l i wish i was EST when is the next one????
Lavender Brown was a dirigible kind of girl who grew up to be a dirigible kind of woman. There was a brief moment in her seventh year—the year she got mauled by a werewolf—where her palm lines wiggled and she strayed from her tea-leaf path, wandering aimlessly through the streets of Hogsmeade with her hood tight over her furry ears so better for her to hide. She'd paw past Three Broomsticks, sniff longingly outside Honeydukes, before peering inside Madam Puddifoot's pink empire and yearning, for one long moment, that it was her in Cho's seat, with her perfectly hairless hand clutching Michael Corner's as he fed her bites of chocolate-covered plum.
She did this, day after day, week after week. Even in her aimlessness, there was beauty in a routine—a territory to mark. It was on one of these weekly patrols that the empress Madam Puddifoot herself stepped out, and said—
"You. You're perfect."
Lavender looked left. She looked right. And then she looked straight ahead and saw Madam Puddifoot staring right back at her.
It was the first time in months that anyone had looked Lavender in the eye.
Madam Puddifoot was throwing a big, Little Red Riding Hood themed party for Valentine's Day, and Lavender was to be the perfect false grandmother.
"Your furry ears are so very cute under that bonnet," Madam Puddifoot cooed, tucking the lace fringe around Lavendar's face so that the furry tips of her ears showed.
"Are they really?" Lavender whispered, leaning into the madam's cool fingers. Madam Puddifoot showed no fear of Lavender's sharp canines, of her wolf-yellowed eyes. She only saw the perfect waitress for her Little Red Riding Hood themed event, of which Lavender was more than happy to be. Lavender was a sugar-coated werewolf who preferred sinking her teeth into candy hearts over their more bloody counterparts. The only red she wanted smearing the corners of her mouth was from the perfect chocolate-coated cherry cordials that Madam Puddifoot sold at three sickles per.
She waitressed for Madam Puddifoot's Valentine event of 1999. And then she waitressed for her again the next week, and the next week, and the next week until it was the year 2020. Madam Puddifoot had just reached the tender age of "a lady never reveals her age but may someday reach the age in which they desire to retire to a summer cottage on the coast of Wales with their three kneazles and oafish but adorable wife", and with that in mind, she passed the title of Madam to her most loyal, most favourite employee-of-the-year-and-decade: Lavender Brown.
Lavender wasn't the sort of person to question things when given to her. She was the sort of girl where you could absentmindedly hand her your chocolate frog wrapper and she'd take it and put it in her own pocket to throw in the bin when she passed one next.
If you asked her why she'd been Madam Puddifoot's favourite, Lavender may have said something along the lines of "well, of course, you can never be certain when it comes to the matters of the heart. But if I had to guess, it's because we're very similar people, despite my wolfishness". The truth of it was that Madam Puddifoot had seen in her tea leaves a lonesome wolf, sweet as sunshine. They were very similar people, to the end.
Valentine's Day was always a big day for Madam Puddifoot's, and Lavender wanted to make a big splash with her first year as the Madam of Madam Puddifoot.
"Valentine's day is so over. It's all about Galentine's day," Jasper said. Jasper was one of Lavender's usuals. He came around every day after his shift at Hog's Head and never ordered anything, but always brought Lavender a leftover sandwich or a bowl of soup, so he was alright. If you added him up, he was more pos than neg. Plus, he didn't look at Lavender weird, even though she'd told him the wolf ears were real. (He'd said that they were cute, no matter where they came from.)
Then Parvati Patil came through the door with her twin Padma, and…
Well…
Lavender had always had a thing for Parvati, even if she hadn't known it before. Parvati was—like unexpected salt on a pad of caramel. Or the hidden spice of a cinnamon glaze. She was like sprinkles on a cupcake. She was fun when life was dull.
"Yeah," Lavender sighed.
"Great!" Jasper exclaimed. "I'll start brewing the Amortentia tomorrow."
A more stubborn woman—Hermione, perhaps—would have protested. Backed down. Insisted—no. There was an integrity to maintain when running a business. Also there are consent issues that are seriously not ok but this is a fake world ok where bad things on't hapepn, and Lavender Brown was a dirigible woman, and Jasper was a convincing friend, so the theme for Valentine's Day 2021 was:
LOVE, WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT… BITCHES (18+ only)
Reservations filled up in five minutes, but it took Lavender nearly a month to bake the Amortentia into her confections. Amortentia had a tendency to explode when above a certain temperature and below a certain pH, and fur was no fun to wash. (Although Lavender did love any excuse for a soak.)
The first couple to try the Amortentialalalicorice sticks were Rose Weasley and her boyfriend Scorpius Malfoy. Rose Weasley said, "Do you smell… books? And um… yarn? Idk.. like. Like the smell yarn gets…. After it's been near an oven of cookies too long. You know. Also, floss?" And Scorpius Malfoy said, "No, Im pretty sure this lalalalicorce stick tastesl Albus Severus."
"What does Albus Severus taste like?" Rose Weasley asked, her brows raised as though mentally taking notes.
"Like stupid," Scorpius declared.
The second and third and fourth and so on were boring because they all started making out over the table after the first bite of AMortentialallalicorice.
"True fucking love," Jasper sighed. "Wake me up when someone gets stabbed."
Then the fifth couple came around and they were a gal pal of three girls intent on spending Galentine's together with their bestest girlfriends ever. Jasper ushered them to Hog's Head after the first =five minutes so they could get some more private time (if u know hwat i mean), which left their reservation open for the next eighty-five minutes for any walk-in to take.
The walk-in was with Professor Potter and Professor Malfoy. They'd become friends during their tenure at Hogwarts, and now they were out on a stroll…. At Hogsmeade…… during Valentine's day……. Lavender wasn't sure who was the oblivious one between the two, although she wound't be surprised if the anser was both.
"Lavender! I didn't know you worked here!" Harry said when they walked in the door. Lavender smiled and nodded and absolutely did not comment about how she'd been working here for the last twenty years. Harry was very near-sighted when it came to people he cared about. Glasses did that to a person, and Lavendear was blessed with 20/20 vision bitchesssss.
They took the seat right next to the counter, hidden away from the window because Lavender was a considerate sort of person even to people who forgot she existed.
"What'll it be for you two lovebirds?" Lavender asked, her quick-quill behind her already drawing hearts with fat wings and little curly tails.
"Oh. We're not. Not at all—I mean, we're just. On break. We're bored, that's what it is," Professor Malfoy said, then stopped, and gulped. "You're. I like your dress, um… Lavender."
Lavender wore a green silk slip. She made no effort in concealing her furriness. But she could smel the honestly from him, so she said, "Thank you." And then she repeated, "So, what'll it be for you two lovebirds?"
Harry was the colour of red velvet cupcakes with extra beet dye. Draco kept on stammering, "We're not, we're not—"
So it was like that.
In the spirit of "the customer is always right", Lavender said, "I'll get you the Puddifoot special then?"
To which both exhaled louder than a fucking geyser and exclaimed — "Yes, please THAnk YOU!"
The special was the Amortentialalalicorice.
Harry said, "Merlin… this tastes amazing. Like moonlight on my face. Like the burning brightness of constellations against a cold winter night." To which Draco said, "It tastes like a prick up my arse. Like I'm fucked fuller than a full moon and…"
They'd look at each other for two, stretched-out, saltwater taffy seconds before they'd lunged at each other like two magnets facing the opposite polarity.
It was honestly kind of disgusting.
But if you insist:
They tipped the table over. Chocolate smeared all over Harry's robes before he even touched Draco's face. It took them two minuets before Harry oculd get under Draco's robes, though Draco was moaning way before Harry even touched him, like the Amortentialalirocirce had him fucked on first taste. It wasn't until Draco yelled, "MerLIN, Potter, harder—another finger, please, you feel so fucking good, Iv'e wanted you since I was—" and a shrill voice had piped up—"P-Professor Malfoy?" that Lavender interfered and sent them to Hog's Head to finish the night off in the confines of their own twenty-galleons-a-night rent rom.
WEll, the whole event was 18+. So. Lavender was ok, right? Syhe wasn't gonna get sued? Right????
"THat was probbbbaly the worst of it," Jasper said. Hot chocolate crowned his upper lip.
"Hoave you tried the licorice?" Lavender asked.
"Yeah," he sighed, wistful.
Lavender was afraid to ask. SHe cleared her tjhroat ghtoug and drummed her fingers. But she couldn't let it go. It wasn't that she wanted Jasper that way—no, she was pretty sure she exclusively wanted to fuck women. But she loved Jasper, and it was kind of sad… Amortentia. You know? Like… like being in love was such a coveted feeling that people craved it even if it wasn't real. Lavender didn't understand what was so great aout love. The kind that mdae you crazy, anyway.
Okay. That was a lie. She probably wanted a swept-of-thy-feet romance more than anyone else she knew (certainly more than Harry & Draco, but of course they got it without even looking for it, lucky bastards), but—was it worth it, to live a life of misery seeking the one impossible thing? Some people just weren't cut out to succeed in that way. Then you had to make do with what you had.
And if all Lavender had was Madam Puddifoot's and Jasper's horrid ideas, then… well, she could die happy. She had almost died once. And she'd almost died again until Madam Puddifoot had found her and given her a direction, dirigible as she was. And even though she'd always been a simple kind of girl who loved being loved most of all…… she had an alright kind of life, despite her wolfish aurora. And she had made Madam Puddifoot happy, and Jasper too. So maybe… maybe it was enough.
"The licorice.. it smells………… like me," Jasper said. He grinned at her, his eyes teared up. The good kind of tears, sweet and cathartic. "I love myself. Is that wrong?"
"Don't be stupid," Lavender giggled, her laugh lines creasing. "I love that you love yourself."
The last reservation was at ten pm that night. It was Parvati Patil, and she was by herself. Lavender stared at the empty chair across of her ex best friend and felt a pang of longing. Of wishing she was in that seat. Of wishing that absence didn't exist in Parvati's heart.
"I'm sure they'll come along," Lavender bubbled beside Parvati, her quill outstretched to take Parvati's order.
Parvati's eyes were a deep brown, brimming with….. With everything lavender ever wane.d her lips were like the soft skin of summer plums. Lavender's breath caught, and then she ahd to look away.
Parvati.
Parvati….
Parvati opened her perfect plum mouth. She said, "Actually…."
Actually….
"Actually, the seat's for you."
Parvati ate two slices of Russian honey cake and then another two truffles "on the house". Parvati stayed on after Lavender closed the shop, sitting there by herself at that round table even as Lavender shuttered the blinds around her.
"I—" parvati said.
I'm sorry.
I was afraid.
There were a lot of things about loving Lavender to be afraid of. Lavender was a werewolf, for one, with far more facial hair than considered conventionally attractive. And then there was the lesbian thing.
"Yeah," Lavender said. She stood in front of the cash register. Her breath came quick in anticipation, but her mind was surprisingly at ease. She'd always loved Parvati. That was the truth of it. But in the decades since, she'd also learned to love herself enough to now that she didn't need Parvati to be happy.
Even if she wanted it more than anyhygin else she ever wanted i nher life.
Parvati walked up to her. There was more to Parvati than her lips, but—but that was all Lavender could see. Parvati's perfect plum lips, against hers. She moaned, puling her arms arou Parvitis' so that Parvati fel between her legs. She felt like she was burning up from the inside. LIke she was being reborn. Like she was alive, again. The first time in decades.
Having sex with someone you lvve was like learning the lyrics to a song you already knew. It was onthing special, nothing unexpected. It was exactly what you wanted, from something you thought you could never have. It was something that youcoudl get used to, to get bored with, and then love how familiar it was all the next minute. It was………………. Comfort. You kmowo? Like knowing yourself. Like being blindfolded and it's dark all around you except right beside you…….. Because someone else is beside you Because you aren't alone. And you think you can die thi way, with someone else beside you, who loves you enough to die wit you. And you dkont know why btu you're thinking about Hermione and how she swould say no, no that's all wrong, no, you should never, love's not about destruction it's abou two parts being more than its sum, and you're like no. No. Nothing……………………. Nothing beats. Being in love. If the person I love could love me, for just one minute—that's enough. I could die hapy. And I don't care if I'm illogical or stupid or whatever, that's just how life is.
"I'm so sorry," Parvati said.
"I love you," Lavender said.
"Yeah," Parvati swallowed. "Yeah, me too."
Author:
fwooshyI am of legal drinking age in my regino: yeah………….. Im old
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: lavender/parvati v side harrydraco
Challenge/Prompts used: ;avender brown, Madam Puddifoot's Tea Sho, Dirigible plums, Amortentia
SUmmmarY DUDE>.......................... Okay this is about lavender brown. Andi wanted it to be about harry and draco and abou OTP love bout actaulyly it's jujst about lavender brow and how shes' a werewolf and in the end she love herself but also she loves that parvati loves her to
Ratings?warning: dude……………………. I have no fuking idea
Word count: 2415
AUthors NOTes: im glad this is 18+l i wish i was EST when is the next one????
Lavender Brown was a dirigible kind of girl who grew up to be a dirigible kind of woman. There was a brief moment in her seventh year—the year she got mauled by a werewolf—where her palm lines wiggled and she strayed from her tea-leaf path, wandering aimlessly through the streets of Hogsmeade with her hood tight over her furry ears so better for her to hide. She'd paw past Three Broomsticks, sniff longingly outside Honeydukes, before peering inside Madam Puddifoot's pink empire and yearning, for one long moment, that it was her in Cho's seat, with her perfectly hairless hand clutching Michael Corner's as he fed her bites of chocolate-covered plum.
She did this, day after day, week after week. Even in her aimlessness, there was beauty in a routine—a territory to mark. It was on one of these weekly patrols that the empress Madam Puddifoot herself stepped out, and said—
"You. You're perfect."
Lavender looked left. She looked right. And then she looked straight ahead and saw Madam Puddifoot staring right back at her.
It was the first time in months that anyone had looked Lavender in the eye.
Madam Puddifoot was throwing a big, Little Red Riding Hood themed party for Valentine's Day, and Lavender was to be the perfect false grandmother.
"Your furry ears are so very cute under that bonnet," Madam Puddifoot cooed, tucking the lace fringe around Lavendar's face so that the furry tips of her ears showed.
"Are they really?" Lavender whispered, leaning into the madam's cool fingers. Madam Puddifoot showed no fear of Lavender's sharp canines, of her wolf-yellowed eyes. She only saw the perfect waitress for her Little Red Riding Hood themed event, of which Lavender was more than happy to be. Lavender was a sugar-coated werewolf who preferred sinking her teeth into candy hearts over their more bloody counterparts. The only red she wanted smearing the corners of her mouth was from the perfect chocolate-coated cherry cordials that Madam Puddifoot sold at three sickles per.
She waitressed for Madam Puddifoot's Valentine event of 1999. And then she waitressed for her again the next week, and the next week, and the next week until it was the year 2020. Madam Puddifoot had just reached the tender age of "a lady never reveals her age but may someday reach the age in which they desire to retire to a summer cottage on the coast of Wales with their three kneazles and oafish but adorable wife", and with that in mind, she passed the title of Madam to her most loyal, most favourite employee-of-the-year-and-decade: Lavender Brown.
Lavender wasn't the sort of person to question things when given to her. She was the sort of girl where you could absentmindedly hand her your chocolate frog wrapper and she'd take it and put it in her own pocket to throw in the bin when she passed one next.
If you asked her why she'd been Madam Puddifoot's favourite, Lavender may have said something along the lines of "well, of course, you can never be certain when it comes to the matters of the heart. But if I had to guess, it's because we're very similar people, despite my wolfishness". The truth of it was that Madam Puddifoot had seen in her tea leaves a lonesome wolf, sweet as sunshine. They were very similar people, to the end.
Valentine's Day was always a big day for Madam Puddifoot's, and Lavender wanted to make a big splash with her first year as the Madam of Madam Puddifoot.
"Valentine's day is so over. It's all about Galentine's day," Jasper said. Jasper was one of Lavender's usuals. He came around every day after his shift at Hog's Head and never ordered anything, but always brought Lavender a leftover sandwich or a bowl of soup, so he was alright. If you added him up, he was more pos than neg. Plus, he didn't look at Lavender weird, even though she'd told him the wolf ears were real. (He'd said that they were cute, no matter where they came from.)
Then Parvati Patil came through the door with her twin Padma, and…
Well…
Lavender had always had a thing for Parvati, even if she hadn't known it before. Parvati was—like unexpected salt on a pad of caramel. Or the hidden spice of a cinnamon glaze. She was like sprinkles on a cupcake. She was fun when life was dull.
"Yeah," Lavender sighed.
"Great!" Jasper exclaimed. "I'll start brewing the Amortentia tomorrow."
A more stubborn woman—Hermione, perhaps—would have protested. Backed down. Insisted—no. There was an integrity to maintain when running a business. Also there are consent issues that are seriously not ok but this is a fake world ok where bad things on't hapepn, and Lavender Brown was a dirigible woman, and Jasper was a convincing friend, so the theme for Valentine's Day 2021 was:
LOVE, WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT… BITCHES (18+ only)
Reservations filled up in five minutes, but it took Lavender nearly a month to bake the Amortentia into her confections. Amortentia had a tendency to explode when above a certain temperature and below a certain pH, and fur was no fun to wash. (Although Lavender did love any excuse for a soak.)
The first couple to try the Amortentialalalicorice sticks were Rose Weasley and her boyfriend Scorpius Malfoy. Rose Weasley said, "Do you smell… books? And um… yarn? Idk.. like. Like the smell yarn gets…. After it's been near an oven of cookies too long. You know. Also, floss?" And Scorpius Malfoy said, "No, Im pretty sure this lalalalicorce stick tastesl Albus Severus."
"What does Albus Severus taste like?" Rose Weasley asked, her brows raised as though mentally taking notes.
"Like stupid," Scorpius declared.
The second and third and fourth and so on were boring because they all started making out over the table after the first bite of AMortentialallalicorice.
"True fucking love," Jasper sighed. "Wake me up when someone gets stabbed."
Then the fifth couple came around and they were a gal pal of three girls intent on spending Galentine's together with their bestest girlfriends ever. Jasper ushered them to Hog's Head after the first =five minutes so they could get some more private time (if u know hwat i mean), which left their reservation open for the next eighty-five minutes for any walk-in to take.
The walk-in was with Professor Potter and Professor Malfoy. They'd become friends during their tenure at Hogwarts, and now they were out on a stroll…. At Hogsmeade…… during Valentine's day……. Lavender wasn't sure who was the oblivious one between the two, although she wound't be surprised if the anser was both.
"Lavender! I didn't know you worked here!" Harry said when they walked in the door. Lavender smiled and nodded and absolutely did not comment about how she'd been working here for the last twenty years. Harry was very near-sighted when it came to people he cared about. Glasses did that to a person, and Lavendear was blessed with 20/20 vision bitchesssss.
They took the seat right next to the counter, hidden away from the window because Lavender was a considerate sort of person even to people who forgot she existed.
"What'll it be for you two lovebirds?" Lavender asked, her quick-quill behind her already drawing hearts with fat wings and little curly tails.
"Oh. We're not. Not at all—I mean, we're just. On break. We're bored, that's what it is," Professor Malfoy said, then stopped, and gulped. "You're. I like your dress, um… Lavender."
Lavender wore a green silk slip. She made no effort in concealing her furriness. But she could smel the honestly from him, so she said, "Thank you." And then she repeated, "So, what'll it be for you two lovebirds?"
Harry was the colour of red velvet cupcakes with extra beet dye. Draco kept on stammering, "We're not, we're not—"
So it was like that.
In the spirit of "the customer is always right", Lavender said, "I'll get you the Puddifoot special then?"
To which both exhaled louder than a fucking geyser and exclaimed — "Yes, please THAnk YOU!"
The special was the Amortentialalalicorice.
Harry said, "Merlin… this tastes amazing. Like moonlight on my face. Like the burning brightness of constellations against a cold winter night." To which Draco said, "It tastes like a prick up my arse. Like I'm fucked fuller than a full moon and…"
They'd look at each other for two, stretched-out, saltwater taffy seconds before they'd lunged at each other like two magnets facing the opposite polarity.
It was honestly kind of disgusting.
But if you insist:
They tipped the table over. Chocolate smeared all over Harry's robes before he even touched Draco's face. It took them two minuets before Harry oculd get under Draco's robes, though Draco was moaning way before Harry even touched him, like the Amortentialalirocirce had him fucked on first taste. It wasn't until Draco yelled, "MerLIN, Potter, harder—another finger, please, you feel so fucking good, Iv'e wanted you since I was—" and a shrill voice had piped up—"P-Professor Malfoy?" that Lavender interfered and sent them to Hog's Head to finish the night off in the confines of their own twenty-galleons-a-night rent rom.
WEll, the whole event was 18+. So. Lavender was ok, right? Syhe wasn't gonna get sued? Right????
"THat was probbbbaly the worst of it," Jasper said. Hot chocolate crowned his upper lip.
"Hoave you tried the licorice?" Lavender asked.
"Yeah," he sighed, wistful.
Lavender was afraid to ask. SHe cleared her tjhroat ghtoug and drummed her fingers. But she couldn't let it go. It wasn't that she wanted Jasper that way—no, she was pretty sure she exclusively wanted to fuck women. But she loved Jasper, and it was kind of sad… Amortentia. You know? Like… like being in love was such a coveted feeling that people craved it even if it wasn't real. Lavender didn't understand what was so great aout love. The kind that mdae you crazy, anyway.
Okay. That was a lie. She probably wanted a swept-of-thy-feet romance more than anyone else she knew (certainly more than Harry & Draco, but of course they got it without even looking for it, lucky bastards), but—was it worth it, to live a life of misery seeking the one impossible thing? Some people just weren't cut out to succeed in that way. Then you had to make do with what you had.
And if all Lavender had was Madam Puddifoot's and Jasper's horrid ideas, then… well, she could die happy. She had almost died once. And she'd almost died again until Madam Puddifoot had found her and given her a direction, dirigible as she was. And even though she'd always been a simple kind of girl who loved being loved most of all…… she had an alright kind of life, despite her wolfish aurora. And she had made Madam Puddifoot happy, and Jasper too. So maybe… maybe it was enough.
"The licorice.. it smells………… like me," Jasper said. He grinned at her, his eyes teared up. The good kind of tears, sweet and cathartic. "I love myself. Is that wrong?"
"Don't be stupid," Lavender giggled, her laugh lines creasing. "I love that you love yourself."
The last reservation was at ten pm that night. It was Parvati Patil, and she was by herself. Lavender stared at the empty chair across of her ex best friend and felt a pang of longing. Of wishing she was in that seat. Of wishing that absence didn't exist in Parvati's heart.
"I'm sure they'll come along," Lavender bubbled beside Parvati, her quill outstretched to take Parvati's order.
Parvati's eyes were a deep brown, brimming with….. With everything lavender ever wane.d her lips were like the soft skin of summer plums. Lavender's breath caught, and then she ahd to look away.
Parvati.
Parvati….
Parvati opened her perfect plum mouth. She said, "Actually…."
Actually….
"Actually, the seat's for you."
Parvati ate two slices of Russian honey cake and then another two truffles "on the house". Parvati stayed on after Lavender closed the shop, sitting there by herself at that round table even as Lavender shuttered the blinds around her.
"I—" parvati said.
I'm sorry.
I was afraid.
There were a lot of things about loving Lavender to be afraid of. Lavender was a werewolf, for one, with far more facial hair than considered conventionally attractive. And then there was the lesbian thing.
"Yeah," Lavender said. She stood in front of the cash register. Her breath came quick in anticipation, but her mind was surprisingly at ease. She'd always loved Parvati. That was the truth of it. But in the decades since, she'd also learned to love herself enough to now that she didn't need Parvati to be happy.
Even if she wanted it more than anyhygin else she ever wanted i nher life.
Parvati walked up to her. There was more to Parvati than her lips, but—but that was all Lavender could see. Parvati's perfect plum lips, against hers. She moaned, puling her arms arou Parvitis' so that Parvati fel between her legs. She felt like she was burning up from the inside. LIke she was being reborn. Like she was alive, again. The first time in decades.
Having sex with someone you lvve was like learning the lyrics to a song you already knew. It was onthing special, nothing unexpected. It was exactly what you wanted, from something you thought you could never have. It was something that youcoudl get used to, to get bored with, and then love how familiar it was all the next minute. It was………………. Comfort. You kmowo? Like knowing yourself. Like being blindfolded and it's dark all around you except right beside you…….. Because someone else is beside you Because you aren't alone. And you think you can die thi way, with someone else beside you, who loves you enough to die wit you. And you dkont know why btu you're thinking about Hermione and how she swould say no, no that's all wrong, no, you should never, love's not about destruction it's abou two parts being more than its sum, and you're like no. No. Nothing……………………. Nothing beats. Being in love. If the person I love could love me, for just one minute—that's enough. I could die hapy. And I don't care if I'm illogical or stupid or whatever, that's just how life is.
"I'm so sorry," Parvati said.
"I love you," Lavender said.
"Yeah," Parvati swallowed. "Yeah, me too."
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Date: 2021-02-16 08:29 pm (UTC)What a great take on lavender and her werewolvism and every time a sentence ended with bitches I laughed.
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Date: 2021-02-16 09:28 pm (UTC)a lonesome wolf, sweet as sunshine
My heart, MA.
And Scorpius Malfoy said, "No, Im pretty sure this lalalalicorce stick tastesl Albus Severus."
"What does Albus Severus taste like?" Rose Weasley asked, her brows raised as though mentally taking notes.
"Like stupid," Scorpius declared.
And then I choked on how funny this was! :D
Harry said, "Merlin… this tastes amazing. Like moonlight on my face. Like the burning brightness of constellations against a cold winter night." To which Draco said, "It tastes like a prick up my arse. Like I'm fucked fuller than a full moon and…"
LOLOLOLOLOMG!!!
And then... and then you made me cry.
MA. Wow. <3
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Date: 2021-02-17 08:19 am (UTC)"True fucking love," Jasper sighed. "Wake me up when someone gets stabbed."
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Date: 2021-02-18 03:47 pm (UTC)Madam Puddifoot was throwing a big, Little Red Riding Hood themed party for Valentine's Day, and Lavender was to be the perfect false grandmother.
"Your furry ears are so very cute under that bonnet," Madam Puddifoot cooed, tucking the lace fringe around Lavendar's face so that the furry tips of her ears showed.
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Date: 2021-02-18 06:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-02-18 07:47 pm (UTC)Ha! "P-professor Malfoy?" So amused by them scandalizing the tea shop.
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Date: 2021-02-19 04:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-02-19 05:31 pm (UTC)This made me laugh: “ Lavender wasn't sure who was the oblivious one between the two, although she wound't be surprised if the anser was both.”
And overall I just really appreciated what a rich inner life Lavender had. I hope this fic will make its way to AO3!
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Date: 2021-02-20 06:31 am (UTC)"Like stupid," Scorpius declared.
I feel like Draco is somewhere, suddenly feeling a strong sense of pride with no clue as to why. XD
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Date: 2021-02-20 06:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-02-21 05:20 am (UTC)(Amortentialalalalicorice!)