Fic: A Happy Return (Harry/Parvati)
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lightofdayeTitle:A Happy Return
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Parvati Patil
Word Count: ~2,500
Content: PWP, blowjob, cunnilingus,vaginal sex (cowgirl, missonary), friends-with-benefits to lovers.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary:Returning home from an unexpectedly long mission, Harry finds Parvati waiting for him.
A/n: Un'Beta'd. For![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
bbtp_challenge 2023, and with no Weasleys, so falling back on my "no-one cares but me" bicycle pairing. Sort of an abbreviated version of a story idea I've had for a while without writing.
I wrote this especially for BBTP and first but coupled with the double Drabble I posted earlier, it forms an unintentional 'Harry bangs the Patil twins' theme.
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Harry Potter apparated to his door step and let himself into his flat. It had been a long two weeks abroad in hot pursuit of a dark wizard, as they'd almost lost them on the other side of Austria and only some quick detective work had let them run their target down almost to Romania and capture them, so he'd been a lot longer than he expected.
He closed the door and then hung his keys on a hook just inside and only then, tired as he was, did he realise he was not alone.
Harry didn't jump but he did wonder if he should be reaching for his wand when he recognised the person in his flat.
"Harry, you jerk," said Parvati Patil, ministry colleague, friend, and occasional mutual stress reliever. "you didn't tell me you were going away!"
Then she rushed forward and hugged him tight towards to her.
"I… ah," Harry stumbled over his words and blurted out with equal parts stupidity and honesty. "I didn't know you cared."
Parvati pulled back and glared at him which was disappointing for a couple of reasons. Tired he was, but having Parvati's body pressed up against him never failed to stir a certain something.
"And!" He continued quickly to make up ground. "I didn't know myself until like quarter of hour before it happened. I didn't have time to tell anyone."
This was also true and luckily less stupid to boot.
"I missed you," Parvati said, moving closer again. "I'm glad you're all right."
"I missed you too," Harry said. This was at best metaphorically true, he hadn't had time to miss anything and if he had, well he'd probably been more thinking wistfully about some of the encounters he'd had with Parvati than anything, which was probably close enough.
Parvati pressed closed and hugged him again, Harry felt the warmth of her breasts press against his chest. He slipped his arms around her, encasing her, he could feel a shuddering gasp she made. It reverberated through and deep down, things stirred insistently. She looked up at him, dark eyes smouldering, their faces barely a couple of inches apart.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," He murmured softy.
They kissed. It was different to a kiss they'd shared before. It was an extended gentle meshing of lips, a non-verbal conversation. Harry's arms tightened around her and she moaned as the kiss deepened, his tongue dancing with hers.
By the time the kiss ended, they breathing heavily and Parvati made no indication she wanted to escape Harry's arms, she pressed close, nuzzling at his neck just under his jawline.
"You're already here," Harry said, trying to keep his voice casual. "I suppose you want to stay over?"
Parvati looked up for a second; a smile blazing across her face.
"If you're not too tired."
"Well, I am tired..." Harry ventured as Parvati pressed her lips to his neck. "… I wouldn't say too tired though."
"Good, that's good" said Parvati, absently still sucking on his neck.
Harry shifted and moved his head to kiss her again, a long, slow, delicious kiss, as he explored the depths of her mouth with his tongue. His arms holding her steady, wrapped around her middle while hers, combed through his hair, mussing up his already messy locks into a state of complete disarray.
Parvati already knew where the bedroom was, and by unspoken agreement, they headed towards it, undressing as they went. It was less, pulling each other's clothes off in desperate passionate as it was saving the trouble of doing it later. Still it was pleasant to have Parvati undo his buttons and slip him out his shirt, her hands rubbing his chest in passing.
They were down to their underwear when they entered the bedroom. Harry in boxers, Parvati in mismatched plain white bra and pale pink knickers. As they reached the foot of the bed, Harry's tired fingers tugged and plucked at Parvati's bra straps and clasp until, laughing, she whipped it off entirely.
Harry had seen them before of course, but that didn't make them any less of a breath taking sight, full and round, and moving in time with Parvati's laboured breathing.
Parvati kissing him before had been nice, Parvati kissing him when they were both mostly naked was a hundred times better. Harry was intoxicated by the feeling of bare skin on skin, her chest against him, warm and soft and smooth. Parvati moaned as his touch explored her body, running down the line her back to squeeze her arse even as they made out.
She smirked and broke of a second to smirk at him, as his erection was straining his underwear and pressing against her hip.
"Someone wants some attention I think," said Parvati.
As she sank to her knees she gave him another wonderful smouldering look and Harry was surprised his underwear didn't spontaneously catapult across the room. She pulled down his boxers and he stepped out of them.
Parvati murmured softly and wrapped a hand around Harry's freed erection, stroking it gently. Her grip ran up and down his whole length a couple of times before she applied her mouth to the head of his cock.
Harry let out a sound that was half moan and half sigh of relief as Parvati wrapped her lips around his cock and sucked.
One hand held him by the base of his cock as her head bobbed up and down the rest of his length, Parvati slurping and moaning in enthusiasm as she did do. Harry gasp, one hand balled into a fist at the side the other resting lightly on Parvati's shoulder.
"Oh fuck," Harry moaned even as Parvati sped up. "Oh fuck, Parvati."
Parvati hummed happily with most of his cock in mouth, the tip of it pressing against the back of her throat, the vibrations shot through Harry, causing a thrill deep in his stomach and tightening in his shaft and balls.
As if sensing what was happening too him, Parvati brought her free hand into play, cupping and very gently squeezing and rolling his balls in her grip.
Harry groaned and threw his head back, shutting his eyes but there was no escaping the sensations. He opened his mouth to warn Parvati, but it wasn't like she didn't know what she was doing to him right now.
Parvati retreated, so she was stroking is entirely length again with just the end of his cock enveloped in her full lips, her tongue swirling over the tip of it. Harry erupted, pulsing spurts of come into Parvati's mouth as sucked it up, her cheeks hollowing with effort.
Light-headed, Harry staggered to the bed and sat down on it.
"Good, huh?" Parvati said brightly.
"The best," replied Harry.
"Well, I know you'd do the same for me."
"Hmm?" said Harry.
"I said you'd do the same for me." Parvati said, waggling her eyebrows.
"Well, I don't know," said Harry, licking his lips."I am pretty tired."
Parvati laughed putting one hand to Harry's chest.
"Okay, don't pretty like you don't want to, Harry. It's not working."
"You know me too well," Harry said.
"Not too well, surely." Parvati's hand stroked through Harry's hair one more time and then urged his head down towards her breasts.
Harry went willingly, cupping and playing with Parvati's tits. They were large enough to overflow his grip and sensitive enough that soft kisses on her cleavage made Parvati whimper and squirm, let alone the cries she made when Harry swirled his tongue over one nipple and sucked the other leaving them both glistening and hard with arousal.
Overbalancing, and with Parvati clutching at his shoulder and back then toppled over flat onto the bed. Harry being on top, took advantage to move down Parvati's body, planting kisses on her flat stomach, as she giggled, until he shifted his position so he was kneeling on the floor next to her legs.
Harry ran his hands up Parvati's legs and hooked his fingers under the waistline of her knickers. The pink fabric looked darker now and it took a little effort to peel them off her. Parvati shifted and lifted her hips for a moment and Harry whisked them away and threw them across the room.
Parvati's legs were a pale brown, her skin darkened considerably around the lips of her pussy which was a passion pink colour inside. With the softest moan of anticipation, Harry leaned in and licked a broad wet stripe from the bottom of Parvati's cunt to the top, ending with a flick of the tip on the hood of Parvati's clit.
"Ah!" Parvati made a sharp exclamation.
Harry licked again, keeping his tongue soft as he lapped at Parvati's folds. The response became more of an elongated 'oooh!' sound. Haarry picked up the pace, licking her more rapidly and was rewarded, Parvati was getting wetter, the taste of her was getting stronger, flooding his sense. Heart racing, Harry pressed his face more firmly to Parvati's cunt.
His tongue zigged and zagged back and forth, spreading her pussy widen and hardening his tongue he plunged it into her depths. He was vaguely aware of Parvati wailing in pleasure but he noticed more how much her body was moving. He hoisted her legs up and propped them over his shoulder to hold them still while he worked.
Harry was enjoying himself and if that wasn't enough he knew it drove Parvati wild. He was just settling down to do this for a good long time when Parvati pushed his head away.
"Sex. Now." She said, her voice rough for some reason.
Any protestations that he was too tired, for forestalled when Parvati practically pulled him into the bed and pushed him down on his back.
"Oh, yes," Harry agreed enthusiastically as Parvati straddled him. He placed one hand on her hip and the other on his reinvigorated cock.
Together they guided him into her, as she lowered herself down. Her eyes fluttered and she took deep breaths, as she inched down, Harry could see she spread around his width but he was mostly distracted by the warm engulfing him.
With one last fall of her hips, Parvati was hip to hip with Harry, his cock full embedded into her cunt. They didn't know but they wore matching expressions of mingled stunned shock and pleasure.
"...wow," Harry whispered. It wasn't like they hadn't done this before but that didn't make it less mindblowing.
Parvati began to rock her hips, rolling them forward and back and side to side as if to test the limits of her motions. Harry's hands settled on her waist. She gasped and moaned as she ground herself against Harry's cock rubbing the sensitive walls of cunts against his unyielding shaft.
"That's it," Harry said hoarsely. "That's so hot."
Fixing him with another scorching look, Parvati leant forward a bit and then started rising and falling, just a little bit more and more each time. She wobbled slightly when she was half way up Harry's cock and he reached up. Her hands found his and their fingers intertwined.
Now braced, Parvati bounced herself much more quickly and confidently on Harry's cock, each motion, lifting her off and then plunging down engulfing Harry in wet heat again. Her cunt squeezed and grabbed at him as she lifted and relaxed she push down him again.
Bounced really was the word, Harry though as Parvati's impressive tits were moving and swaying with the motion of her body almost hypnotically. She thrashed and tossed her head, long strand of black hair where escaping from her body and moved freeily aswell except where they stuck to her sweaty glistening body.
"Fuck," Parvati suddenly burst out with. "Fuck, fuckfuckfu-"
She sank low over Harry so her breasts were tantalising close to his chest, she shuddered and quaked, her motions suddenly irregular and back to grinding herself against him as her breath escaped in gasped.
Her grip on his slipped and she collapsed onto his chest.
"Good, huh?" Harry said after a moment, a smile on his lips though he couldn't take credit for getting her off, mostly he'd just outlasted her.
"T-the best," Parvati replied. Then: "Hey, we've stopped. Don't you want to finish?"
"Don't mind if I do," Harry said.
He rolled them over so Parvati was on her back, her head in his pillow. He settled between her spread legs, his arms braced either side to her.
Something was different, he thought. With him on top, her chest pressed against his. Her eyes locked on hers.
He started to thrust anyway. He concentrated on his breathing and rhythm and keeping it slow and steady at first. It didn't work, he could think of anything except Parvati, moaning and gasping underneath him. Her electric gaze, her hands on his back and arse, gently kneading them as he thrust into her deeper and faster.
Harry slowed down for a second to kiss her and she responded. He was speeding up again, each thrust making an audible wet noise.
"Harry!" Parvati gasped each time. "Harry! Harry!"
And then:
"Oh, Harry I love you!"
His reaction was immediately, something between a moan and a growl. Harry broke eye contact, burying his face in the crook of Parvati's neck. Out of control, he pushed into her in half a dozen savage thrusts, feeling her clench and come as he himself emptied himself in quick spurts of come. He threw himself off her and onto his side in the bed.
They gasped and panted in the afterglow of what Harry consider to be the most epic orgasm he'd experienced and then.
"Oh," Parvati said, half sitting and clapping her hands to her mouth, nreaking the spell. "Oh, what I said-"
"It's okay,"
"I didn't- I mean I shouldn't have said-"
"Really it's-"
"- not then- that's not. Not what this was about. I-"
"Parvati," Harry said softly. "It's okay, really it is."
He pressed close to her wrapping an arm about her.
"It's okay, it's okay," he said again gently. "Let's talk about it in the morning, yeah."
"Yeah," Parvati said. She sagged and relaxed into Harry's arms and he bore them both down the bed into a spooning position. "Yeah, it's okay, it's okay."
Harry held her as her breathing slowed and she drifted off to sleep still in his arms. Her face now smooth and worry free and glorious.
He would never have described his feelings towards Parvati as love, even to himself, double not romantic love but suddenly he wondered if that was what he felt all along.
It was going to be an interesting day tomorrow, Harry thought but for now in this exact moment tiredness overtaking him at last and with Parvati in his arms, he thought everything was perfect.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Parvati Patil
Word Count: ~2,500
Content: PWP, blowjob, cunnilingus,vaginal sex (cowgirl, missonary), friends-with-benefits to lovers.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary:Returning home from an unexpectedly long mission, Harry finds Parvati waiting for him.
A/n: Un'Beta'd. For
bbtp_challenge 2023, and with no Weasleys, so falling back on my "no-one cares but me" bicycle pairing. Sort of an abbreviated version of a story idea I've had for a while without writing.I wrote this especially for BBTP and first but coupled with the double Drabble I posted earlier, it forms an unintentional 'Harry bangs the Patil twins' theme.
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Harry Potter apparated to his door step and let himself into his flat. It had been a long two weeks abroad in hot pursuit of a dark wizard, as they'd almost lost them on the other side of Austria and only some quick detective work had let them run their target down almost to Romania and capture them, so he'd been a lot longer than he expected.
He closed the door and then hung his keys on a hook just inside and only then, tired as he was, did he realise he was not alone.
Harry didn't jump but he did wonder if he should be reaching for his wand when he recognised the person in his flat.
"Harry, you jerk," said Parvati Patil, ministry colleague, friend, and occasional mutual stress reliever. "you didn't tell me you were going away!"
Then she rushed forward and hugged him tight towards to her.
"I… ah," Harry stumbled over his words and blurted out with equal parts stupidity and honesty. "I didn't know you cared."
Parvati pulled back and glared at him which was disappointing for a couple of reasons. Tired he was, but having Parvati's body pressed up against him never failed to stir a certain something.
"And!" He continued quickly to make up ground. "I didn't know myself until like quarter of hour before it happened. I didn't have time to tell anyone."
This was also true and luckily less stupid to boot.
"I missed you," Parvati said, moving closer again. "I'm glad you're all right."
"I missed you too," Harry said. This was at best metaphorically true, he hadn't had time to miss anything and if he had, well he'd probably been more thinking wistfully about some of the encounters he'd had with Parvati than anything, which was probably close enough.
Parvati pressed closed and hugged him again, Harry felt the warmth of her breasts press against his chest. He slipped his arms around her, encasing her, he could feel a shuddering gasp she made. It reverberated through and deep down, things stirred insistently. She looked up at him, dark eyes smouldering, their faces barely a couple of inches apart.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," He murmured softy.
They kissed. It was different to a kiss they'd shared before. It was an extended gentle meshing of lips, a non-verbal conversation. Harry's arms tightened around her and she moaned as the kiss deepened, his tongue dancing with hers.
By the time the kiss ended, they breathing heavily and Parvati made no indication she wanted to escape Harry's arms, she pressed close, nuzzling at his neck just under his jawline.
"You're already here," Harry said, trying to keep his voice casual. "I suppose you want to stay over?"
Parvati looked up for a second; a smile blazing across her face.
"If you're not too tired."
"Well, I am tired..." Harry ventured as Parvati pressed her lips to his neck. "… I wouldn't say too tired though."
"Good, that's good" said Parvati, absently still sucking on his neck.
Harry shifted and moved his head to kiss her again, a long, slow, delicious kiss, as he explored the depths of her mouth with his tongue. His arms holding her steady, wrapped around her middle while hers, combed through his hair, mussing up his already messy locks into a state of complete disarray.
Parvati already knew where the bedroom was, and by unspoken agreement, they headed towards it, undressing as they went. It was less, pulling each other's clothes off in desperate passionate as it was saving the trouble of doing it later. Still it was pleasant to have Parvati undo his buttons and slip him out his shirt, her hands rubbing his chest in passing.
They were down to their underwear when they entered the bedroom. Harry in boxers, Parvati in mismatched plain white bra and pale pink knickers. As they reached the foot of the bed, Harry's tired fingers tugged and plucked at Parvati's bra straps and clasp until, laughing, she whipped it off entirely.
Harry had seen them before of course, but that didn't make them any less of a breath taking sight, full and round, and moving in time with Parvati's laboured breathing.
Parvati kissing him before had been nice, Parvati kissing him when they were both mostly naked was a hundred times better. Harry was intoxicated by the feeling of bare skin on skin, her chest against him, warm and soft and smooth. Parvati moaned as his touch explored her body, running down the line her back to squeeze her arse even as they made out.
She smirked and broke of a second to smirk at him, as his erection was straining his underwear and pressing against her hip.
"Someone wants some attention I think," said Parvati.
As she sank to her knees she gave him another wonderful smouldering look and Harry was surprised his underwear didn't spontaneously catapult across the room. She pulled down his boxers and he stepped out of them.
Parvati murmured softly and wrapped a hand around Harry's freed erection, stroking it gently. Her grip ran up and down his whole length a couple of times before she applied her mouth to the head of his cock.
Harry let out a sound that was half moan and half sigh of relief as Parvati wrapped her lips around his cock and sucked.
One hand held him by the base of his cock as her head bobbed up and down the rest of his length, Parvati slurping and moaning in enthusiasm as she did do. Harry gasp, one hand balled into a fist at the side the other resting lightly on Parvati's shoulder.
"Oh fuck," Harry moaned even as Parvati sped up. "Oh fuck, Parvati."
Parvati hummed happily with most of his cock in mouth, the tip of it pressing against the back of her throat, the vibrations shot through Harry, causing a thrill deep in his stomach and tightening in his shaft and balls.
As if sensing what was happening too him, Parvati brought her free hand into play, cupping and very gently squeezing and rolling his balls in her grip.
Harry groaned and threw his head back, shutting his eyes but there was no escaping the sensations. He opened his mouth to warn Parvati, but it wasn't like she didn't know what she was doing to him right now.
Parvati retreated, so she was stroking is entirely length again with just the end of his cock enveloped in her full lips, her tongue swirling over the tip of it. Harry erupted, pulsing spurts of come into Parvati's mouth as sucked it up, her cheeks hollowing with effort.
Light-headed, Harry staggered to the bed and sat down on it.
"Good, huh?" Parvati said brightly.
"The best," replied Harry.
"Well, I know you'd do the same for me."
"Hmm?" said Harry.
"I said you'd do the same for me." Parvati said, waggling her eyebrows.
"Well, I don't know," said Harry, licking his lips."I am pretty tired."
Parvati laughed putting one hand to Harry's chest.
"Okay, don't pretty like you don't want to, Harry. It's not working."
"You know me too well," Harry said.
"Not too well, surely." Parvati's hand stroked through Harry's hair one more time and then urged his head down towards her breasts.
Harry went willingly, cupping and playing with Parvati's tits. They were large enough to overflow his grip and sensitive enough that soft kisses on her cleavage made Parvati whimper and squirm, let alone the cries she made when Harry swirled his tongue over one nipple and sucked the other leaving them both glistening and hard with arousal.
Overbalancing, and with Parvati clutching at his shoulder and back then toppled over flat onto the bed. Harry being on top, took advantage to move down Parvati's body, planting kisses on her flat stomach, as she giggled, until he shifted his position so he was kneeling on the floor next to her legs.
Harry ran his hands up Parvati's legs and hooked his fingers under the waistline of her knickers. The pink fabric looked darker now and it took a little effort to peel them off her. Parvati shifted and lifted her hips for a moment and Harry whisked them away and threw them across the room.
Parvati's legs were a pale brown, her skin darkened considerably around the lips of her pussy which was a passion pink colour inside. With the softest moan of anticipation, Harry leaned in and licked a broad wet stripe from the bottom of Parvati's cunt to the top, ending with a flick of the tip on the hood of Parvati's clit.
"Ah!" Parvati made a sharp exclamation.
Harry licked again, keeping his tongue soft as he lapped at Parvati's folds. The response became more of an elongated 'oooh!' sound. Haarry picked up the pace, licking her more rapidly and was rewarded, Parvati was getting wetter, the taste of her was getting stronger, flooding his sense. Heart racing, Harry pressed his face more firmly to Parvati's cunt.
His tongue zigged and zagged back and forth, spreading her pussy widen and hardening his tongue he plunged it into her depths. He was vaguely aware of Parvati wailing in pleasure but he noticed more how much her body was moving. He hoisted her legs up and propped them over his shoulder to hold them still while he worked.
Harry was enjoying himself and if that wasn't enough he knew it drove Parvati wild. He was just settling down to do this for a good long time when Parvati pushed his head away.
"Sex. Now." She said, her voice rough for some reason.
Any protestations that he was too tired, for forestalled when Parvati practically pulled him into the bed and pushed him down on his back.
"Oh, yes," Harry agreed enthusiastically as Parvati straddled him. He placed one hand on her hip and the other on his reinvigorated cock.
Together they guided him into her, as she lowered herself down. Her eyes fluttered and she took deep breaths, as she inched down, Harry could see she spread around his width but he was mostly distracted by the warm engulfing him.
With one last fall of her hips, Parvati was hip to hip with Harry, his cock full embedded into her cunt. They didn't know but they wore matching expressions of mingled stunned shock and pleasure.
"...wow," Harry whispered. It wasn't like they hadn't done this before but that didn't make it less mindblowing.
Parvati began to rock her hips, rolling them forward and back and side to side as if to test the limits of her motions. Harry's hands settled on her waist. She gasped and moaned as she ground herself against Harry's cock rubbing the sensitive walls of cunts against his unyielding shaft.
"That's it," Harry said hoarsely. "That's so hot."
Fixing him with another scorching look, Parvati leant forward a bit and then started rising and falling, just a little bit more and more each time. She wobbled slightly when she was half way up Harry's cock and he reached up. Her hands found his and their fingers intertwined.
Now braced, Parvati bounced herself much more quickly and confidently on Harry's cock, each motion, lifting her off and then plunging down engulfing Harry in wet heat again. Her cunt squeezed and grabbed at him as she lifted and relaxed she push down him again.
Bounced really was the word, Harry though as Parvati's impressive tits were moving and swaying with the motion of her body almost hypnotically. She thrashed and tossed her head, long strand of black hair where escaping from her body and moved freeily aswell except where they stuck to her sweaty glistening body.
"Fuck," Parvati suddenly burst out with. "Fuck, fuckfuckfu-"
She sank low over Harry so her breasts were tantalising close to his chest, she shuddered and quaked, her motions suddenly irregular and back to grinding herself against him as her breath escaped in gasped.
Her grip on his slipped and she collapsed onto his chest.
"Good, huh?" Harry said after a moment, a smile on his lips though he couldn't take credit for getting her off, mostly he'd just outlasted her.
"T-the best," Parvati replied. Then: "Hey, we've stopped. Don't you want to finish?"
"Don't mind if I do," Harry said.
He rolled them over so Parvati was on her back, her head in his pillow. He settled between her spread legs, his arms braced either side to her.
Something was different, he thought. With him on top, her chest pressed against his. Her eyes locked on hers.
He started to thrust anyway. He concentrated on his breathing and rhythm and keeping it slow and steady at first. It didn't work, he could think of anything except Parvati, moaning and gasping underneath him. Her electric gaze, her hands on his back and arse, gently kneading them as he thrust into her deeper and faster.
Harry slowed down for a second to kiss her and she responded. He was speeding up again, each thrust making an audible wet noise.
"Harry!" Parvati gasped each time. "Harry! Harry!"
And then:
"Oh, Harry I love you!"
His reaction was immediately, something between a moan and a growl. Harry broke eye contact, burying his face in the crook of Parvati's neck. Out of control, he pushed into her in half a dozen savage thrusts, feeling her clench and come as he himself emptied himself in quick spurts of come. He threw himself off her and onto his side in the bed.
They gasped and panted in the afterglow of what Harry consider to be the most epic orgasm he'd experienced and then.
"Oh," Parvati said, half sitting and clapping her hands to her mouth, nreaking the spell. "Oh, what I said-"
"It's okay,"
"I didn't- I mean I shouldn't have said-"
"Really it's-"
"- not then- that's not. Not what this was about. I-"
"Parvati," Harry said softly. "It's okay, really it is."
He pressed close to her wrapping an arm about her.
"It's okay, it's okay," he said again gently. "Let's talk about it in the morning, yeah."
"Yeah," Parvati said. She sagged and relaxed into Harry's arms and he bore them both down the bed into a spooning position. "Yeah, it's okay, it's okay."
Harry held her as her breathing slowed and she drifted off to sleep still in his arms. Her face now smooth and worry free and glorious.
He would never have described his feelings towards Parvati as love, even to himself, double not romantic love but suddenly he wondered if that was what he felt all along.
It was going to be an interesting day tomorrow, Harry thought but for now in this exact moment tiredness overtaking him at last and with Parvati in his arms, he thought everything was perfect.
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