Title: Just a Bit of Research
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Padma Patil
Prompt: Books are a poor imitation of human companionship
Word Count: 499
Beta: Thank you songquake !
Warnings: Hints of femmeslash and masturbation.
Summary: Padma finds Hermione's dirty little secret.
A/N: Originally written for Week #75 on sortinghatdrabs and it won! :D
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AND 45. Read on 100_women
Just a Bit of Research
Closing the door of the bathroom, Hermione headed back to her room, already clad in her nightdress. It had been a long Saturday. Doing homework and studying were definitely more tiring when she had no one to talk to. She had barely seen Harry, and she and Ron were still not talking.
"If only he would break up with that Lavender cow," she whispered to herself right before entering the sixth-year girls room.
There, she found Parvati in front of her night table. Noticing Hermione's presence, Parvati turned around with a book in her hands.
"Hermione, you read porn?"
"Padma?" A wide-eyed Hermione saw it wasn't actually her roommate but her twin sister. "What are you doing here?" she mustered, even though it was her last concern at the moment.
Padma shrugged. "Parvati is on a date with Anthony, so she needed to be in Ravenclaw's Common Room for the night, you know? You won't tell on us, will you? I know you're a Prefect, but I was expecting..."
Hermione shook her head frantically. "No, I won't say anything." Given other circumstances, she might have at least lectured Padma about it being against the rules, but since the girl knew her secret, she let it pass. If Hermione told on her, Padma might tell everybody else about the book. Maybe even Ron!
The Ravenclaw just smiled before sitting on Hermione's bed. The scarlet cover seemed brighter as she held it in her hands. Still horrified, Hermione tried ignoring her and wished for the other girl to drop the subject.
"So, Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure, huh? I would have never imagined Hermione Granger reading this kind of stuff."
"It's just a book. There's nothing wrong with a woman enjoying some... eroticism," Hermione said nervously; her words quivered as her lips trembled in embarrassment.
"I guess not," Padma shrugged. "Though books are a poor imitation of human companionship, Hermione."
Hermione looked at Padma in the eyes for the first time, feeling her cheeks flush. "Yes. But for the time being, it'll have to do," she whispered so softly, she wasn't even sure Padma had listened to her.
Silence took over for a few seconds, making Hermione even more awkward, when Padma suddenly asked, "Do you mind if I read it-"
"No, take it."
"With me?" Hermione asked dumbfounded.
"Well, I'm...curious and... maybe reading it with company is not so... unfulfilling, you know?" Her voice sounded as if she was proposing Hermione to help her do a little bit of research together and not read about the sex adventures of a teenager working in a brothel.
However, Hermione couldn't ignore the excitement building between her legs at the idea of reading this book with someone at her side. Would Padma enjoy it as much as she did? Would she touch herself like Hermione did while reading it?
Trying to hide her anxiety, Hermione laid on the bed beside Padma, who cuddled against Hermione's shoulder before opening the book.