Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Author's Note: Inspired by mew-tsubaki's MoragRomilda one-shot 'Magical Pride', I encourage everyone to go read that too for a fun Pride read!

"How did you know?" Romilda asks lazily, half-posing in front of the mirror as she styles her mass of curls.

"How did I know what?" Morag, stretched out on the bed, looks up from the book she's glancing through.

"That you fancied girls."

Morag sets the book down, furrowing her brow. "What brought this up?"

"Curiosity," Romilda says. "And the other day I detoured into Muggle London when I went shopping, and they were having this big - I don't know, a march or a parade or something. For people like us. I guess I've been properly thinking about it. Nobody talks about it, seems like. The other day in training a few of us girls were working together, and one of the blokes made some dumb comment about boyfriends, and I just thought - why does he automatically have to assume that all of us are with a man?"

"I barely realized it," Morag says in response to Romilda's initial question. "I went on a few dates at Hogwarts with boys, and wasn't particularly interested in any of them, but I always just thought it was because I wasn't interested in them as individuals, not because they were blokes. I noticed that girls were pretty, but you know how girls are: nobody thinks it's weird when you think another girl looks nice." She shrugs. "And then seventh year happened and everything was so chaotic that romance was the furthest thing on my mind. Even after, I couldn't think of it. Auror training and all. It really wasn't until you started Auror training and we started catching up that I realized I fancied you." Her cheeks flush slightly.

Romilda smiles. "I noticed you, you know. Back in your seventh year."

"We chatted a few times that year, I remember." Morag chuckles. "Don't worry, I knew who you were before you came into Auror training. I remember you from the D.A. too."

"Not just that," Romilda says. "Not just remembering. I looked up to you - I might have fancied you a little then, to be honest. I saw it in D.A. meetings - you had this fire in your eyes." Satisfied with her hair, she perches on the bed next to Morag. "Like you were too angry to be scared."

"I was." Morag nods. "It's why I got detention so many goddamn times. I wasn't anxious at all, I was just furious. All the time." Her fingers trail over her collarbone. Amycus got creative with curses other than the Cruciatus, and she still has the scars to show for it. Morag has an unconscious habit of touching them when she talks about that time.

That year was unforgettable in the worst of ways. There's a brief silence, as both women sink into dark reminiscence, and then Romilda says, "It was that year that I realized, you know. I realized I was thinking about girls in the same way I had thought about Harry Potter." Her cheeks feel slightly warm at the thought. "I remember telling Demelza that I was reasonably sure I was bisexual, and asking if she was going to think differently of me because of it. And she just stared at me and said 'I think with everything going on, that is the absolute least of my concerns right now'."

Morag laughs. "She's always been a bit deadpan, hasn't she?"

"When I said I was moving in with you, her response was 'Oh, thank Merlin, now I know for sure you're over that stupid obsession with Potter'." Romilda grins.

"I would hope so," Morag says dryly. "Along that line - you should have seen how I had to spell out for my sister that you and I were involved. I had called you my girlfriend in letters, but apparently she interpreted that as 'friend who is also a woman' for nearly a year."

Romilda hesitates, and then asks, as delicately as she can, "Do your parents know?"

Morag sighs. "Maybe Katrina told them. She didn't say one way or another. I didn't tell her to keep it secret from them. They already disapprove of me, so it's not like it really matters anyway."

Romilda nods. She knows the story. The MacDougals had prided themselves on remaining perfectly neutral through both Wizarding Wars, their only act of rebellion keeping their Squib daughter Katrina a secret from the Ministry. Morag's involvement in the D.A. in seventh year had been a source of contention. Her rough patch during the summer after the war had resulted in them cutting off her access to their Gringotts account. It had been the push she needed to pull herself together and join the Aurors, but she still resented them for it and had barely spoken to them since.

"The first person I told, actually, was Michael," Morag continues. "I had a night off and we had gone to the Hog's Head. Both of us were having plenty of Firewhiskey, and I told him that you and I were together." She waves a hand. "He didn't give a damn - he made some joke about how he wasn't surprised I was gay, because I had never been interested in him. And then he said you were quite fit, and I agreed with him."

"That sounds like Michael." Romilda snorts. "I'm glad I have his approval."

"Yeah." Morag smiles, then shrugs. "I dunno, I don't really keep it secret that we're living together, or that we're a couple. If someone, at work or whatever, asks, if it comes up, I'll say something. It's not necessarily anyone's business, but I'm not ashamed to be who I am, either."

Romilda brushes her lips across Morag's. "Good," she says. "Because I like who you are."

Author's Note: Happy Pride Month, everyone! Managed to do something a little bit lighter than my usual fare. This is what passes for fluff in my book, haha. With being unable to partake in the typical Pride celebrations, I wanted to write a little fic in honor of a month that I always look forward to. (And with JKR going off and being a bigot on Twitter yet again, I figured it was a good time to celebrate my LGBT+ headcanons).

I do write a lot of minor characters and I've written this pair before, so if you enjoyed this, there's more where this came from!