She tsk'd, watching a bit longingly as Lavender turned away. "I overheard her talking with Ron and Harry, they're sneaking out tonight. Wonder what they'll be doing?" Parvati asked, her tone lascivious.
"Hermione also isn't very pretty." She grabbed a hair brush and guided her friend between her legs to brush it in long, smooth strokes - nightly ritual between them.
"Oh, I dread to think what they might be up to," Lavender wrinkled her nose, resting her hands on Parvati's knees.
"And you're right, of course, darling. She's very plain. Not at all like you. You're beautiful, Parvi. I'm so glad you're my best friend," Lavender smiled, running her manicured nails over her friends knee.
Her breath hitched, and Vati shifted her weight as a surge of heat slid between her legs, making her slick, sticky. Vati set a hand to Lavender's tummy, stroking it affectionately. "Not nearly as beautiful as you, Pretty," she replied, loyally. "But I'm glad, too."
Lavender smiled and rested her head back on Parvati's shoulder. "You're so kind to me, Parvi," she sighed. "I don't understand why none of the boys have been asking you out. I mean, I heard someone say that Michael Corner had been checking you out recently, but since Ginny's already dated him..."
She stroked Parvati's leg with her thumb. "You can do so much better than him," she said, firmly.
"That feels nice, Parvi," Lavender sighed, a smile playing on her lips as she closed her eyes and rested back against Parvati, feeling her warm breasts against her back. She slid her fingers up Parvi's thigh, bringing them to a stop just on the inside, a few centimeters from where her leg met the bed.
"Mmm," she hummed. "It does." So nice, in fact, that a few centimeters closer, and Lavender would feel how sticky her thighs were, how she'd soaked her knickers through. So nice that her pussy was hot and pulsing inside, making Vati ache.
Her own hands followed Lavie's, drawing serpetine patterns on the insides of her thighs, where her skin was softest.
Lavender turned her head to the side, lips brushing softly against Parvi's neck. Hesitantly, she moved her fingers down a little more, gasping at how hot Parvati was, her stomach fluttering slightly. Parvi's hands sliding up her own thighs were making her damp, her legs twitching open just a slight fraction more.
She moaned softly, her own head turning to brazenly catch Lavender's lips with her own. The kiss was soft and brief, just a brush of her own lips to the others, and the way Lavender's legs parted egged her on, fingers gently brushing the damp material of her knickers.
She cried out against the kiss, the sound melting into a purr as her fingers grew clever and brave, stroking Lavender through her knickers. Vati liked the way the fabric was so damp that it slid between the girl's folds, letting her press the tip of a finger to Lavender's clit.