Disclaimer: I don't own anything. As always I am taking Rowling's characters and doing things with them she would never put in a children's book.

Femmeslash so if you don't like it don't read.

Reviews are always appreciated and I have already written a good part of the story so updates will hopefully be swift. The first chapter is gonna be the shortest so just bare with me. It's a sequel to Like When We Die. Shortly after I finished that oneshot I decided Parvati and Hermione are just too hot to not keep writing about, so here comes the chapters. Enjoy.

Hermione turned on her side pulling her lover with her and pushing her body against hers. Parvati let out a low moan in satisfaction letting her fingers trace Hermione's stomach and back beneath her shirt. Hermione shuddered in response kissing her exposed neck as she started undoing the knots of her lovers traveling cloak.

"Missed me?" Parvati asked breathily as Hermione continued assaulting her collarbone with kisses. She threw her head back as Hermione nibbled on her neck.

"You have no idea," she growled.

Hermione was in the process of pulling Parvati's shirt over her head when she heard a knock on the door that made her jump off Parvati quicker than a hippogriff would slash a disrespectful wizard with it's talons.

"Hey Hermione, it's me," came Ginny's voice from the other side of the locked door.

"Shit," Hermione cursed under her breath. "Parvati, put your shirt back on," she whispered urgently.

Parvati scowled. "You took it off, you put it back on," Parvati replied sorely making no attempt to keep her voice down.

"Just give me a minute," Hermione said loudly to Ginny. She stopped a moment just gathering her thoughts before she turned around to face Parvati. She was lying down on Hermione's temporary bed at the burrow with her head and chest slightly elevated supported by her elbows. It took a generous amount of self control for Hermione to keep from moaning.

Parvati looked beautiful, even more so than usual since it had been a couple weeks since Hermione had seen her. Between her new internship at the ministry and helping Ginny with her wedding preparations as the duties of maid of honor required, her schedule was filled to the brim. This was the first time in what seemed an eternity Hermione had a chance to be intimate with her and it resulted in Ginny knocking on the door interrupting them causing Hermione to freak out and Parvati to become angry that (once again) Hermione was pulling all the stops to keep their relationship a secret.

Hermione pulled her eyes away from Parvati feeling guilty as she did so, noticing Parvati was wearing the same lacy red bra she had worn on their first encounter. A favorite of Hermione's that Parvati had undoubtedly worn just for her. Hermione's eyes went to the traveling cloak and the shirt which had been hastily thrown on the floor moments ago. Hermione picked up her shirt and handed it to her biting her lip and finding it difficult to look in her eyes as she asked quietly, "Parvati. . . please?"

Parvati rolled her eyes and snatched the shirt quickly shoving it over her head. Then without being told she hopped off Hermione's bed and started moving her stuff on the cot on the other side of the room as Hermione opened the door to let Ginny inside.

"So Fleur just got here, we're just waiting for Luna and Parv- oh," Ginny said just noticing Parvati. "I didn't see you come in." Ginny, Hermione noticed seemed a more than a little frazzled. She was speaking quickly and urgently reminding her of how Molly acted when Fleur and Bill were getting married.

"I actually just got here," Parvati said giving her a warm smile, "just a few moments ago, actually. Hermione was just showing me to my room."

"Actually, I needed to talk to you about the room situation," Ginny said frowning. "Luna is uh. . . gonna have to stay with you too."

"Oh that's fi-" Hermione started but was quickly cut off by Parvati.

"I thought you said Luna wasn't staying the night because she had to go home and feed the uh- humpleback something-or-other," Parvati put in. If she wasn't going to get the room alone with Hermione she at least wanted to know why.

"Oh well," Ginny smiled, "I guess those something-or-others got killed by another something-or-other this morning. I'm sure Luna will tell you all about it. Anyway- I can get another cot in here for you, it might get a little crowded-"

"No need," Parvati said walking up to Ginny and putting her arm around her. "You have enough to worry about as it is, don't worry about us I'll just share with Hermione and Luna can have the cot-"

"Are you sure, it's kinda small?"

"If not I'll just sleep on the floor," Hermione put in quickly giving Parvati and furtive glance. "Anyway, just don't worry about it. Just be concerned with the wedding, we'll let Luna know the arrangements."

Ginny gave them both a relieved look. "Alright, the rehearsal is gonna at five, I'll see you then I have some errands to run," she was going through the door, but stopped suddenly and poked her head back in the room. "And, thanks a lot for being a bridesmaid Parvati. I know we have not really been friends for the longest time, but I have a feeling that that's gonna change."

Parvati gave her a genuine warm smile. "I hope so," she said as she watched Ginny leave the room.

As soon as Ginny left, the warm smile left and was replaced by a rather cold remark. "The floor, Hermione? You would rather sleep on the floor than with me? Luna's gonna be in the room with us Hermione, I'm not gonna start tearing my clothes off to have wild sex with you when someone else is in the room even if that person would be oblivious to what was going on."

"Parvati-"

"No, Hermione. I'm so sick of you being ashamed of us, it's like your a homophobe when I'm with you around your friends and family. You don't even like being near me-"

"Parvati that's not true-" Hermione denied reaching out a hand to Parvati, but could not help but subconsciously realize the door was wide open.

Parvati noticed her girlfriend eyeing the door and gave her a disgusted look that made Hermione's stomach twist uncomfortably. "Why is it so bloody hard for you to be with me?" Parvati asked sorely turning away from her touch. Her face was hard and angry, but Hermione could tell the emotion inside was a bit more vulnerable. "I'll be back in time for the rehearsal, I'm going out."

Parvati shut the door behind her as she left the room. Not a second later she disapparated with a small crack!

Hermione stood there stunned at the sudden turn of events. Less than ten minutes ago she was kissing Parvati on the bed. Feeling her warm body next to hers, exploring her beautiful dark skin with her lips and then there was a knock on the door and everything went to hell. How typical. She felt terrible. Parvati had looked so happy to see her when she got to the burrow. Her eyes were alight, her smile was pure bliss and something. . . suggestive. . . that was how the kissing started. Parvati had missed her and Parvati really did not care who knew about it. Hermione did. She was terrified at the unacceptance of being with Parvati. An actual relationship was not what Hermione had in mind that night when they first experienced each other in their dormitory. Hermione thought she would have gotten it out of her system and eventually gotten back together with Ron, but the more times she kissed Parvati, the more she fell for her. Hermione wanted to lose herself in Parvati, she wanted to drown in everything that was Parvati. Hermione kicked her bag of clothes that was laying on the floor and cursed. How did she get in this mess?