Boyfriend
Hermione hated when she cried. But, it seemed like the normal lately. It was getting more and more common for her to fight with Ron and then be left alone. Today was no different. She sniffled as she sat on the toilet staring down at her WandPhone glaring at the last message. She'd been so excited to go out with her friends and let loose and for some reason he'd felt the need to be a jealous prat and angrily call her after seeing the "pre-game" pictures Ginny had posted.
She wiped her nose and stared at her reflection in the bathroom door mirror. She looked pathetic. Her face was red and splotchy, eyes blotchy from the tears. She sighed, pushing her fingers into her hair.
"MIONE!" Ginny shouted, smacking her hands against the door, "Everything okay? We're going to be late!"
She sighed and took a deep breath, steeling herself and opening the door. The grin on Ginny's face fell and her eyes narrowed.
"What did that prat do now?" she demanded.
"Nothing," she whispered, "I think I'm just going to stay home."
"Fuck that!" she heard Lavender shouted from the room, "The Slytherins are on their way and you are definitely not staying here!"
Hermione rolled her eyes. Ever since the war ended and they all became friends Lavender's friendship with Pansy had caused a domino effect in their friend group. Shortly after the end of their eighth year Ginny had started dating Draco, Neville was dating Theo. Luna had eloped with Blaise. And tonight they'd all grown into really close friends celebrating Pansy and Harry's engagement.
She walked into her roommate's bedroom and rested against the door as Ginny waltzed in, texting as she spoke, "Ron's being a prat."
"Of course he is," Lavender hissed, rolling her eyes as she pulled her hair back to proudly show off her scars.
The new friendships and relationships had caused Ron's biases to become more prevalent. It didn't help that George had given him a pity job post him failing the auror mental stability testing. And his bitterness only seemed to grow the more their friends became more than their pasts. And that meant whenever she was invited to a night out he usually was "too busy" with the shop to come and made her feel bad for going out.
Lavender turned and her eyes narrowed as she took in Hermione's hidden form in an oversized jumper and skirt.
"You're not wearing that," she said, as though it were a promise.
Hermione sighed, "You know I like to be comfort-"
"Yes, we know you think you need to dress like a fucking nun because your boyfriend is so fucking insecure he thinks you looking as hot as you really fucking are means you're cheating on him. But, I for one don't give a fuck."
"You really should spend less time with Willow," Hermione grimaced.
Since she'd started dating the Pureblood Hufflepuff she'd grown quite the colourful language, not that Hermione minded, but she'd gotten so good at deflecting. Lavender pointed a makeup brush at Hermione.
"Don't. Deflect. Granger," Pansy said, opening the door, "I was going to see if you were ready to go, but I see not."
"Hermione's trying to go out looking like a spinster," Ginny offered.
Hermione shot her a glare to which she replied with an innocent smile.
Pansy took one look at Hermione and shook her head, "Absolutely not."
"What?" she demanded.
"Come on, you're coming over to mine. You're not wearing that. And I know you fit into my flatmate's clothes. You're both the same size."
"I can't just borrow someone else's clothes," Hermione protested, but it didn't help, they were all pushing her toward the floo before falling into a large, elegant dark spacious flat.
Pansy led the way to a large room with a canopy bed as the centerfold decked out in black furniture and deep rainstorm walls and grey accents. She opened up a set of double doors leading into a large walk in closet and inside clothes, shoes, and accessories lined every wall. Hermione hovered uncomfortable, but she knew there was no arguing with the bossy woman. She'd get her way no matter what. Pansy dug through everything and pulled out a black skater dress Hermione wouldn't dream about wearing and a studded leather jacket.
"Here. Put this on," Pansy demanded.
"I can't just-"
"Granger, I'm losing patience," Pansy said, tapping her foot on the ground.
Hermione made a sound of protest, but obeyed, stripping down and slipping into the dress. Her eyes grew large as she realized that the dress didn't just fit her, but it hugged her like it was made for her. She slipped into the jacket and went to turn around, but Ginny stopped her.
"Wait! Wait!" she called, rushing over and pulling Hermione's hair down from it's messy bun, letting her curls fall down around her.
"That's better," she smirked.
"She should wear the Louboutin's," a husky voice called from the door, pulling all of their attention.
Daphne's eyes raked down Hermione's body like a caresses, slowly going back up to meet her eyes, her hands in the suit jacket she wore. Hermione's cheeks burned as Daphne walked forward, her hips falling into an enticing sway Hermione knew was too natural to be deliberate. The woman reached into her collection of shoes and brought a pair of red bottom shoes that mimicked the red of the booties she wore. She gently placed them into her hands, her bright blue eyes meeting hers before she stepped back, smirking slightly before running her fingers through her dark princess curls.
"You look good in my clothes, Granger," she said, before throwing her hair over her shoulder, "Hurry it up. The guys are already at the club."
Hermione took deep breaths, her face warm as she tried to catch her breath.
"I thought she was away visiting her girlfriend in the states?" Ginny hissed.
"She came back this morning. Broke up last night after her business meeting," Pansy replied, shrugging.
"You mean the illustrious Daphne Greengrass is a single woman?" Lavender said, grinning like the cat that caught the canary.
"You aren't setting her up with your boring friend, Chang," Ginny said, rolling her eyes, "Plus, you don't even know if Cho is her type."
"Actually, Granger's Daph's type," Pansy said, flippantly, walking over to Hermione to put some dark red lipstick on the witch, "Small and fae-like."
Hermione felt her face flush again, thinking about the time Daphne had protected her from Ron's anger and infidelity six months ago. The witch had worshiped her body...yeah...she was definitely Daphne's type.
Daphne was...agitated. In a good way. She couldn't believe she'd almost missed out on tonight. She'd almost gone back to her office to work the night away. If it hadn't been for Draco dragging her out, she would've still been busy programming. But, here she was. And she was in delicious torment. A witch had never looked so fucking good in her clothes. But, Granger did.
She looked like a wild lion and a soft kitten all rolled into one. And goddess, it was driving the witch insane.
"Where's Weasel?" she asked, looking over at Draco as she sipped on her drink.
"Piece of shit was too tired to come out before making Granger cry for deciding to hang out like a normal 25-year-old," he snorted.
She scoffed, "Can't believe she hasn't outgrown that wanker."
"Especially since she cleans up so well," Theo purred, knowingly into her ear.
"That she does," Daphne replied, good naturedly.
"That's your Versace, isn't it?" he chuckled.
"Yep," Daphne said, popping the last letter as she watched the witch, hiding by their seats in VIP from the bar. Her face was focused down at the phone in her hand and Daphne could tell she was arguing with her boyfriend via text. She'd done the same thing so often with her own ex. She hopped down from her seat and walked toward the witch, coming up behind her and leaning down to see the argument taking place on the screen.
"Kitten, you're supposed to be out having fun," Daphne purred.
Hermione jumped slightly, looking up at her. Daphne almost groaned at the innocent doe-eyed look the other witch gave her. She reached down and plucked the phone out of her hand and she smirked as Hermione focused on the phone in Daphne's manicured fingertips. She reached out and Daphne took her hand gently before tossing the phone onto the table. She pulled her onto the dance floor.
Hermione's face flushed as Daphne's hands went to her waist. Hermione easily fell into step with the witch as they danced. Hermione's hands boldly caressed the other witch as she lost herself to the music. Daphne's hands were firm, but respectful, keeping her close before pulling her into a dark corner.
"Don't," Hermione whispered as Daphne rested her forehead against her neck.
"Don't what?" Daphne purred, her leg slipping between her thighs, causing Hermione's breath to hitch.
"It was just once," she said, shivering as she felt Daphne's breath on her throat, "I'm with Ron."
"I don't see him here," she replied, "If I was your boyfriend I wouldn't let you out of my sight."
"Daph-"
"What was I going to do? Not flirt with you? Come on, Granger, you know me better than that," she said, her lips brushing against Hermione's warm skin.
Hermione sighed, meeting her eye, but in doing so got them face to face. She swallowed hard.
"I can be a better boyfriend than him, and if he isn't careful I'm going to steal you from him," she said, meeting her gaze, "But, I'm a gentleman."
She brushed her lips against hers, leaving Hermione weak in the knees, "I'm not going to tell you all the ways he doesn't deserve you, Mia. But, Weasley's a fool. I would've never left you alone for someone else to take you home, especially when my clothes fit so well I know they'd look good on my floor."
Hermione watched as the witch walked away. She took two deep shaky breaths before resting her head back against the wall, aching deeply for the other witch. Hermione licked her lips before unsteadily walking back up to the VIP section and downing a drink, her eyes meeting the dark haired viper, whose eyes were devouring her like a snake ready to devour its prey. And Hermione had to admit, she craved it more than she'd ever wanted anything.
She motioned for the door and headed out, letting her hips sway. Daphne smirked and followed after her, right into the alley. Hermione turned, breathing heavily as the witch pressed her against the wall, kissing her hungrily. Hermione moaned, fisting Daphne's hair in her hands as she wrapped her leg around her waist. Daphne pulled away slowly and smirked.
"Ready to go, my lioness?" she purred.
"Take me," she replied, before they disapparated into the night.