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The kiss was as perfect as she’d always dreamed it would be. Parvati wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and just feel, but she couldn’t afford to do so. It took considerable willpower to pry her lips from his and gently push him away, but somehow she did it. Harry looked confused and more than a little hurt at the rejection, so she rushed to explain.
“I’ve wanted you for years, but we can’t. Not like this.”
“What? Why not?”
“You’ve only been divorced for a few months. I don’t want to start anything while you’re dealing with unresolved feelings.”
“That’s what you’re worried about? What I had with Ginny was great, but it’s behind me. A part of me will always love her, but I’m not in love with her anymore. We’re both honestly much happier now, and ready to get back out there and start dating again. She even Flooed this afternoon to wish me luck and give me some tips!”
“So what is this to you then, Harry? Are you just looking for a fling, or...something more? Because I like you a lot, but I’m not going to be your rebound.”
“I don’t want you to be. I’m not looking for something meaningless. I don’t know what might happen between us, Parvati, but I’d like to find out.”
With any other man she’d worry that he was just saying what she wanted to hear, but Harry was honest to a fault. Parvati smiled widely, pushed him against the back of the couch and climbed onto his lap. He began to stiffen beneath her as they kissed, and she smiled and ground her hips into him.
“I know what’s going to happen between us tonight, at least,” she whispered.
--
Parvati pulled herself off of Harry’s softening cock with a sigh. Her body ached, but it was a sweet ache, the ache of a thoroughly satisfied witch. He was sweaty, but she snuggled close against his side anyway.
“Bloody hell,” he panted. “That was...I’ve never...”
“Me too, Harry,” she said, smiling against his neck.
“What are your plans for the weekend?” he asked while idly caressing her back.
“Drinks with Lavender on Friday, nothing on Saturday.”
“Wanna come over for dinner on Saturday, then? I’ll cook something.” The hand that wasn’t rubbing her back gently brushed her damp hair off of her forehead.
“Wow. The best sex of my life, and you can cook on top of it? Be careful, Harry. I might never let you go.”
“Who says I want you to?” he said, yawning. She kissed his neck and allowed sleep to claim her. There would be no need for dreams tonight.
“I’ve wanted you for years, but we can’t. Not like this.”
“What? Why not?”
“You’ve only been divorced for a few months. I don’t want to start anything while you’re dealing with unresolved feelings.”
“That’s what you’re worried about? What I had with Ginny was great, but it’s behind me. A part of me will always love her, but I’m not in love with her anymore. We’re both honestly much happier now, and ready to get back out there and start dating again. She even Flooed this afternoon to wish me luck and give me some tips!”
“So what is this to you then, Harry? Are you just looking for a fling, or...something more? Because I like you a lot, but I’m not going to be your rebound.”
“I don’t want you to be. I’m not looking for something meaningless. I don’t know what might happen between us, Parvati, but I’d like to find out.”
With any other man she’d worry that he was just saying what she wanted to hear, but Harry was honest to a fault. Parvati smiled widely, pushed him against the back of the couch and climbed onto his lap. He began to stiffen beneath her as they kissed, and she smiled and ground her hips into him.
“I know what’s going to happen between us tonight, at least,” she whispered.
--
Parvati pulled herself off of Harry’s softening cock with a sigh. Her body ached, but it was a sweet ache, the ache of a thoroughly satisfied witch. He was sweaty, but she snuggled close against his side anyway.
“Bloody hell,” he panted. “That was...I’ve never...”
“Me too, Harry,” she said, smiling against his neck.
“What are your plans for the weekend?” he asked while idly caressing her back.
“Drinks with Lavender on Friday, nothing on Saturday.”
“Wanna come over for dinner on Saturday, then? I’ll cook something.” The hand that wasn’t rubbing her back gently brushed her damp hair off of her forehead.
“Wow. The best sex of my life, and you can cook on top of it? Be careful, Harry. I might never let you go.”
“Who says I want you to?” he said, yawning. She kissed his neck and allowed sleep to claim her. There would be no need for dreams tonight.
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