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It was early afternoon, and Patsy was walking around her classroom reviewing the contents of her students cauldrons, the students having been instructed to make Pepperup Potion. The concoction was designed to improve one's health and relieve cough and congestion. This seemed to Patsy a perfect potion for the students to practice, given the time of year. She’d had to send more than one student to Madame Evangelina in the hospital wing just that day.
But as Valentines day loomed, she knew someone or other would be deviating from the lesson and concocting illegal love potions.
She kept a close eye on the group of fourth year girls, all friends from mixed houses, hovering over their desks and whispering to one another. Her suspicions were confirmed when a bubbly little heart floated up in the air and drifted towards her.
Patsy took her wand and stabbed it, the heart disappearing from sight with a pop!
‘Absolutely no love potions!’ Patsy addressed the entire class.
She waved her wand and the cauldron on the girls table floated over to the giant sink on the other side of the room, tilting over and completely emptying the contents. The girls turned red in the face and looked down at their shoes, clearly ashamed.
‘We do not win the affections of others by taking agency away from them, understand?’
The students looked to one another, and a Ravenclaw girl shyly raised her hand.
‘Um, does that mean we shouldn’t force someone to do something they may not want to?’
‘Correct. Love potions are deceptive and cowardly. If you want someone under your complete control you may as well cast the Imperius curse on them.’
Several students gasped at the mention of the Unforgivable Curse. Patsy looked at the fear in their eyes and was glad to know she had gotten her point across.
‘I’m forced to do things I don’t want all the time,’ mumbled a nearby Slytherin boy.
‘Homework and lessons are a completely different matter,’ Patsy quipped, ‘speaking of, let me see your progress.’
Patsy sat in her chambers late that very evening, surrounded by a multitude of essays that needed marking. Her OWL and NEWT students made up the bulk of the work, but as the hour grew late, her focus waned.
Leaning over her desk with her chin in her hand, the candle that floated next to her dribbled hot wax that slowly fell down the side.
She was staring at her wall of glass bottles full of herbs and other ingredients she needed for her potions. Her mind however, was elsewhere. Specifically on the Herbology professor, Delia Busby.
Since their confession on Christmas Eve, their relationship had been nothing short of perfect. Delia seemed happy. Patsy was certainly happy. They were infatuated with one another. Despite their work, they made sure to make time for one another. Many evenings had been spent together, either in Delia’s chambers or Patsy’s, sharing meals, wrapped up in each others arms as they just talked or read books together, just enjoying one another's company.
They certainly loved one another, not only as friends, but in the romantic sense, too, no doubt of that.
As the weeks passed, Patsy began to wonder if they were ready to take their relationship to a more intimate level.
Patsy’s mind flashed back to a conversation she’d had on the matter just that week with her friend in the Dining Hall.
‘Sex?’ Valerie asked unabashedly. ‘You two haven’t had sex yet?’
‘Shh !’ Patsy waved her hands frantically at the flight instructor, looking around to make sure no one was within earshot.
‘Blimey, Pats, what are you two waiting for?’ Valerie asked, taking a swig of her drink.
‘Merlin's beard, Val,’ Patsy hissed, feeling herself grow red in the face, ‘it’s a wonder I ever tell you anything!’
Patsy slouched in her chair at the professors table as Valerie snorted.
‘Why are you so embarrassed? I’m shocked you two haven’t done anything yet, we can all see the way you look at each other since Christmas?’
‘We all ? Who is we all ?’ Patsy asked, sitting up straight in her chair once more.
‘I believe she is referring to all of us , sweetie.’
Patsy frantically whirled around to find Trixie standing behind her, leaning casually on the back of her chair.
Lucille was also there, taking a seat next to Valerie and giving an affirmative nod.
‘Mmhmm, she’s right,’ Lucille added.
‘Hmm? What are we talking about?’
Patsy whirled around once more to see Barbara standing on the other side of the table looking as oblivious and adorable as ever, blinking rapidly with a kind smile on her face.
‘Why not try to do something really romantic for her on Valentines day, hmm?’ Trixie said, ignoring Barbara's question
‘Hey, maybe I can show you mine and Lucille's spot up in the astronomy tower,’ Valerie interjected, ‘Believe me, it’s quiet and private and I bet you’ll have each other seeing stars in more ways than one, hmm?’
Valerie wiggled her eyebrows even as Lucille smacked her hard on the arm.
‘What do you think you’re doing, offering up our spot like that?!’
‘What, I’m just trying to help our friend here!’
Patsy blinked in shock.
‘First, Lucille, believe me, I have absolutely no interest in your spot,’ she began.
‘Good, because it’s ours ,’ Lucille said, narrowing her eyes and pointing a threatening finger to the others around the table, as if warning them to not to even try finding their cherished spot.
‘Second, since when have you two been together!?’ Patsy asked, looking thoroughly confused.
‘Ah, now she notices,’ Valerie said, crossing her arms and mocking offence.
‘You’re not the only one to find romance over the christmas holidays,’ Lucille said, taking Valerie's goblet in her hand between thumb and forefinger, giving the aforementioned woman a saucy glance, ‘might have you to thank, really. When she saw you and Delia get together she finally stopped her dithering with her feelings for me and came clean.’
‘Didn’t you wonder where they had gotten off to during the new year celebrations?’ Barbara asked as Lucille took a swig of Valerie's drink.
The others nodded and mumbled their agreement.
‘Gosh, have I really not noticed?’ Patsy asked, an eyebrow raised.
‘You have been rather preoccupied with Delia as of late,’ Barbara remarked.
‘Maybe if you had some sex every once in a while you wouldn’t always have your head up in the clouds,’ Valerie added.
The comment caught Patsy off guard so much that the wine in her goblet turned into birds.
‘Aah!’ Patsy screamed and dropped her goblet as the creatures fluttered away into the great hall, flapping their wings hurriedly and noisily as they took off. Several students turned towards the professors table to look oddly at the group of women sitting there.
Patsy remained silent with her head in her hands as Valerie laughed so hard beside her she sounded as if she were at risk of asphyxiating. Never in her life did Patsy ever wish she could apparate away from a conversation as much as she did right now.
‘Alright, can we just acknowledge that that was rather impressive?’ Trixie stated, thoroughly amused, ‘I have half a mind to call over Professor Crane right now to boast about your skills, Patsy!’
Patsy slowly opened one eye and peaked between her fingers to see one remaining bird hopping about the table, chirping happily as it pecked at a leftover pistachio shell.
‘I’m still not quite sure what we’re talking about?’ Barbara remarked, looking to the others for clarification.
‘Sweetie, do you remember what you and I got up to in the Room Of Requirement every so often when we were students here?’
Three sets of wide eyes turned from Trixie to Barbara, who turned red in the face, but gave a nod of understanding.
‘Not sure why we’re bringing that up, but,’ Barbara replied, laughing nervously as she rubbed the back of her neck.
‘We’re merely encouraging Patsy to do the same with Delia.’
‘To borrow the Room Of Requirement for that ?’ Barbara asked quietly, her ears turning a bright pink.
‘No, absolutely not,’ Patsy remarked sternly, shaking her head, ‘I do not need to utilize a random room in the castle to turn into some kind of sex dungeon.’
‘Funny you think it would turn into that ,’ Trixie grinned.
‘Don’t you already live in a dungeon?’ Valerie chimed in.
‘So?’
‘Well the mere act of copulating would turn it into a sex dungeon automatically, wouldn’t it?’
‘Well if you want to get into semantics, yes,’ Trixie mused with a shrug.
‘I’m leaving,’ Patsy said, abruptly standing, her chair scraping noisily against the hardwood.
Patsy grasped her skirt in her hands and stomped off towards the back exit, determined to head back to her chambers and stay there the rest of the night.
‘Patsy, wait!’
Patsy paused, but only because it was Barbara calling after her, the Hufflepuff head of house trotting after her before she got too far.
‘Listen,’ Barbara breathed, ‘don’t pay any attention to them, they… they don’t know Delia like you and I do.’
Patsy relaxed at this, taking a breath and turning towards Barbara.
‘It’s not any of our business how you and Delia conduct your relationship, but..’
Barbara trailed off with a shrug, and Patsy remained silent as she continued.
‘It’s just Delia. She’s so in love with you, Patsy,’
The remark made Patsy’s heart swell with affection, and the thought made her even crack a smile.
‘Whatever it is that’s going on up in that head of yours, whatever is worrying you, just talk to her about it.’
‘I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Barbara, but I’m severely lacking in that particular skill.’
‘Patsy, just… try. I think she would really appreciate it if you opened up to her about whatever it is that’s… troubling you.’
Patsy took a deep breath before giving a nod.
‘I will.’
She turned to leave, but before she could get very far, Patsy turned back to Barbara.
‘So… you and Trixie?’
Barabra shrugged bashfully, tucking a lock of her brunette hair behind her ear.
‘Ages ago. We were… just having a bit of fun.’
Barbara turned and walked away, leaving Patsy wondering what kind of fun she may have missed out on during her years here as a student.
Back in her chambers, Patsy blinked, coming back to the present as a drop of hot wax from her floating candle dripped onto her hand.
‘Ah!’ she hissed, shaking her hand.
She wiped her hand off as she blushed, thinking back on that conversation with the other professors, her friends.
Surely at the very least, if she and Delia were able to move on in their relationship, Patsy could stop fretting over it and become a better friend, giving more attention to the others and all the important things going on in their lives.
But how was she to do that when the very thought of… progressing … in that manner made her a jumble of nerves, incapable of stringing together a single sentence? Surely if she were to accomplish something in that regard she would at the very least need to talk to Delia about how she was feeling, something she was admittedly not very good at.
Patsy tapped her fingers on her table worriedly, wondering what she could do to help in that matter. What she could concoct…
She stopped, her eyes growing wide.
Patsy scanned the shelves in front of her, racking her brain for what she’d need to put together to make a potion. Something that would calm her down and have her eloquently state how she was feeling about… well, everything.
‘Wait, no, that’s not right,’ Patsy mumbled to herself, thinking of the speech she gave her students earlier concerning love potions. ‘I shouldn’t be putting together any kind of potion that forces me to act a certain way…’
Then again, this wasn’t a love potion, per se. She didn’t want to create a veritaserum either, something that would make her blurt out the truth against her will.
No, what she had in mind was something different. She was already in love with Delia, and she just needed a little something or other to help… encourage her to move in the right direction.
Patsy stood from her desk and walked over to her bookshelf, running her finger along the rows of dusty old spines until she came across the one she needed. She snapped her fingers to light all the candles in her room, walking over to her cauldron, and got to work.
It was officially Valentines day.
Patsy was bundled up in her muggle clothes. Delia liked it when she wore them; hat, scarf, coat, jeans, and boots. It suited her well, she thought, especially to guard against the cold as she hiked through the forest along the Black Lake.
She was thankful that this day fell on a Saturday, a day when she was free from her teaching obligations. Many of the older students had chosen to spend the day in Hogsmeade, the younger students staying behind in the castle to cheer on the Gryffindor v. Ravenclaw game that was about to start.
Naturally, with Patsy and Delia being Slytherin and Hufflepuff respectively, they saw no need to attend the game.
Instead, on that cool, snowy afternoon, the two professors chose to have a picnic in the woods. Despite the weather, the two of them were eager for some solitude out in nature.
‘I think this’ll do,’ Delia remarked, referring to a flat bit of ground that was surrounded by trees, and yet overlooked the Black Lake, gleaming beautifully against the grey sky. It was a magnificent sight, especially with the snow falling around them, creating quite the romantic atmosphere.
Together, the two of them laid out a woolen blanket. Delia kneeled down to lay out a spread of delicious finger foods, sandwiches and other treats, while Patsy found some dry wood and cast a flame with her wand.
The two women snuggled in close and enjoyed the warmth of the fire as Delia handed Patsy half a sandwich to enjoy.
‘Did you bring the tea?’ Delia asked just as Patsy finished the last of her sandwich.
Patsy felt her heart jump in her throat, her mouth suddenly dry and she felt like tea would be a good idea right about now.
The potion she had devised for herself a few days prior was sitting in a glass phial in her breast pocket. She recalled with a blush the effects of the potion as it brewed. Once all the ingredients were added, it produced a lovely smell that made her think of pleasant things that made her heart pound in her chest. Things that made her happy, things that she wanted to share with Delia.
As she brewed, just like a chef trying out a new recipe, she tasted her concoction and wrote down her reactions and observations in her journal
The end result was that one drop of potion in her tea had her wanting nothing more than to be close to Delia. Two drops, and she felt like she was overheating, needing to unbutton her blouse halfway down her torso and fan herself as she considered just foregoing any further experimentation for the evening and seeking out Delia instead, feeling like only her hands could alleviate the pressures building up in her body. It took all her willpower to stay put and not ruin her plans. Three drops in her tea and, well, she needed to beg Elizabeth to spend the night in a portrait in Trixie’s room while she sought her own end, though not able to entirely satisfy herself, and she reckoned the potion would have worn off a lot faster if Delia had been the one to assist in that regard.
Patsy searched through her rucksack for the thermos and two cups, pausing slightly as she considered adding a drop of her newfound potion into her own cup.
‘Everything alright, cariad?’
Patsy jumped at the sound of Delia’s pet name for her, turning back to Delia who watched her, concerned.
‘What’s on your mind sweetheart?’
Despite the cold, Patsy could feel herself perspiring under Delia’s curious gaze.
‘Deels, darling…,’ she started, unsure what she was going to say.
‘I like it when you call me darling,’ Delia smiled, leaning forward slightly.
Patsy smiled shyly in return.
‘Something troubling you, Pats?’
Patsy sighed, remembering Barbara's words of wisdom; just talk to her.
‘No… but yes?’ Patsy said, sounding very unsure, ‘It’s a rather sensitive subject.’
‘That’s alright,’ Delia shrugged, ‘If it’s something you need to talk about, I’ll listen.’
‘It’s about… us,’ Patsy said slowly, looking to Delia to gauge her reaction.
‘Oh?’
‘Something I… want to do. With you!’
‘With me?’
‘Yes, like, as a couple,’ Patsy brought her hands together and interlocked her fingers, ‘A couples activity.’
Delia narrowed her eyes and brought a finger to her lips, contemplating.
‘Are we not doing one of those right now?’
Patsy sighed despondently, her head hanging low. For a moment she thought she should forego this plan and just enjoy being on a picnic outdoors with Delia on this Valentine’s day.
‘Or are you talking about a different sort of couples activity?’
Patsy looked up to see Delia sitting crossed legged, her chin in her hand as she rested her elbow on her knee. She had a mischievous smirk on her face and a wiggle in her eyebrow.
‘You’re teasing me,’ Patsy said.
‘Perhaps a little,’ Delia’s smirk broke out into a full blown toothy grin that had her dimples pop.
Patsy covered her eyes with her hands as she felt a hot blush crawl up her neck and cheeks.
‘You know what I’m talking about, yes? Please don’t make me explain it any further…’
‘Barbara may have had a little chat with me earlier today.’
‘Oh dear,’ Patsy replied, looking anywhere but at Delia as she fiddled with the thermos in her hands.
Delia reached over and took the thermos from Patsy.
‘Better hand over that tea, we don’t want it turning into birds.’
‘Eurghhhh,’ Patsy groaned, laying down on the blanket and throwing her arm over her eyes to hide her embarrassment.
Delia giggled and rested half on top of the taller woman, kissing her sweetly on the cheek.
‘Patsy, I don’t understand why you’re making all this fuss. You like me don’t you?’
‘Of course I do.’
‘You want to be with me in that way, too, right?’
‘It’s not that. I mean, yes, I do, it’s just that I’m terrible with second guessing myself. With just about every move I make. I just want everything to be just right and perfect, and… and…,’
Patsy stopped her blathering at the sound of Delia giggling.
‘What is it?’ she asked.
‘It’s just… you’re so calm and reserved and confident in every other aspect of your life, a true Slytherin through and through.’
‘Except for this bit,’ Patsy sighed, ‘I just sometimes wish I could do something without overthinking it. I’m terrified of buggering it up somehow.’
‘Pats you know that’s not how real life is. We need to make mistakes and learn from them.’
‘Well I don’t want to make any mistakes with you.’
‘You couldn’t, cariad,’ Delia sighed, lovingly nuzzling her nose against Patsys before giving her a sweet kiss on the lips. It made Patsy feel like she would melt under her, and she could feel her body begin to relax at her touch.
Delia leaned back slightly, looking where her hand rested. She took a gloved hand and patted Patsy’s chest over her heart. ‘Pats, do you have something in there? Why does it feel hard right here?’
Patsy felt her heart jump in her throat. She needed to come clean about the potion, or lie, and she certainly never wanted to lie to Delia. ‘Oh, that, well…’
Patsy sat up on her elbows and extracted the phial from her breast pocket of her coat, holding it out between her thumb and forefinger for Delia to see.
‘What’s that?’
‘It’s… a potion I made the other night. I haven’t thought of a name for it yet.’
‘You made it? What’s it for?’
‘Well, I made it for myself… something to calm my nerves for when I’m with you. For when I want to be… you know, intimate with you.’
‘Is it a love potion?’ Delia asked, eyeing it skeptically.
‘No! No, I have a strict rule against love potions. Besides, I’m very much in love with you without the aid of anything one can brew up in a cauldron.’
‘But it’s similar?’
‘Not quite… it’s more for me to get over my nerves. It sort of… enhances my senses…,’ Patsy trailed off, blushing at the thought of what she experienced with merely three drops of this potion.
‘Can I try it?’ Delia asked, looking at Patsy with wide, curious eyes.
‘What!?’
‘Well it doesn’t seem fair that you get to be the one experiencing all the things, all these enhanced senses,’ she pouted.
‘But do you really need it?’
‘Do you really need it?’
Patsy lay there, feeling flustered with her girlfriend essentially nose to nose with her, eyeing her mischievously with a challenge in her expression. ‘Fine! But only one drop. Each .’
‘Why?’ Delia asked, sitting back on her heels and unscrewing the thermos.
‘It’s very concentrated, that’s why,’ Patsy replied, blushing as she popped off the cork from the small glass tube, ‘We shouldn’t need more than one drop to… help us calm our nerves.’
Delia took hold of Patsy’s wrist and brought it towards her so that the opening of the phial was directly under her nose.
Patsy watched Delia’s reaction as the smaller woman took a deep breath, closing her eyes.
‘Rose petals…’ Delia sighed as she blinked her eyes open, ‘they make me think of your soft lips…’
‘Mmh,’ Patsy was pleasantly caught off guard as Delia smiled and leaned forward, closing the gap between them in a soft, yet passionate kiss.
‘Deels…’ Patsy managed to get out, as the woman pulled at Patsy’s scarf and moved to place kisses along her neck, ‘D-Delia!’
‘Hmm? Wha…,’ Delia leaned back and took a deep breath of fresh air, shaking her head slightly and blinking.
She sat back on her heels and looked at the phial still in Patsy’s hand with wide eyes.
‘Wow, Patsy, you weren’t kidding,’
‘Yeah, it’s rather strong.’
‘Well, you did tell me once you like it strong,’ Delia replied, giving a smirk that made Patsy feel like hot steam might shoot out of her ears.
‘Now are you still sure you want to…’
Delia wordlessly poured a bit of hot tea into both their mugs and held them out to Patsy.
Patsy delicately tapped one drop into each of their cups, and together they drank their tea to the very last drop.
Delia looked into her empty cup as Patsy corked the phial once more and tucked it away into her breast pocket. ‘So how long until we, um, you know, start to feel the results of this?’
‘It probably would have hit us right away if we hadn’t eaten anything, but seeing as we’ve just polished off our lunch it may take a little while.’
Patsy smiled at Delia’s cute pout and reached out for her.
‘That doesn’t mean we can’t still enjoy our time here together,’ she said, pulling Delia close to her and guiding her to sit between her legs.
Delia giggled as she snuggled in, taking Patsy’s arms and wrapping them around her tight. Patsy nuzzled her nose behind Delia’s ear as they grew comfortable in their position, taking a moment to silently look out onto the beautiful snowy fields through the bare trees and admire the Black Lake against the grey skies. The fire that Patsy had set near their feet crackled quietly and provided them some warmth against the elements. The charm that Patsy had cast earlier to keep the snow off them was still working splendidly, the little flakes of snow evaporating around them to keep them nice and dry.
‘This is nice,’ Delia murmured quietly, ‘I’m glad I could spend this day with you, Pats.’
‘Me too. You know, you’re the first sweetheart I’ve had to spend Valentine's day with.’
‘You are too,’
‘Really? Not even in school?’ Patsy asked.
‘I could ask the same of you. Figured you would be a real heartbreaker.’
‘Oh no… Other than a few awkward attempts at kissing in the back corridors here and there, I was much too focused on my studies to really think about relationships.’
‘Really? Nothing serious?’
‘No, you?’
‘No. So you’ve never gone farther than kissing someone, hmm?’
‘Is it that obvious?’
‘No wonder you’re so nervous,’ Delia giggled.
‘Oh, so you have?’
‘Nope.’
‘What th-,’ Patsy sputtered, ‘then why aren’t you a jumbled mess of nerves like me?’
Delia shrugged, ‘Just going with the flow, I guess.’
Patsy harrumphed, slightly envying the easy going attitude of the typical hufflepuff.
‘Well are you sure you want to… with me?’ Patsy asked, feeling her nerves bundle up tight in her chest again. She was secretly wondering if the potion was ever going to kick in.
‘Pats, I wouldn’t be with you if I didn’t,’ Delia replied, ‘in fact, not-love-potion aside, it’s all I’ve been able to think about these past few weeks.’
‘Really?’
‘Yes, Patsy. Along with being hopelessly in love with you, I’m also ridiculously attracted to you.’
Delia took Patsy’s hand and removed her mitten, interlocking their fingers and kissing the back of her knuckles.
Patsy felt exceptionally better at her words and her loving touches. She suddenly felt all the nerves that had been wound tight in her chest suddenly evaporate, her heart swelling with affection for the woman in her arms, and she couldn’t help but hold onto her tight and nuzzle her nose behind her ear once more. Patsy took a deep breath of Delia’s scent, and it seemed to seep into her system, slowly drawing out her desire for the woman.
Patsy thought the way she was feeling was remarkably similar to how she felt when she was testing this potion alone in her room, enamoured with Delia, her mind full of thoughts of nothing but Delia and pleasing her. Only now she felt this first drop of potion tenfold as she actually had Delia in her arms this time. It was admittedly so, so much better this way.
Wordlessly, Patsy loosened Delia’s scarf and pushed it aside. She shook off her remaining mitten to have free use of her fingers as she pulled Delia’s hair to the side and kissed along her neck
‘Oh,’ Delia sighed, her head lulling to the side to allow Patsy to continue kissing her, ‘Oh, Pats, I love when you do that.’
Patsy smiled, closing her eyes and taking deep breaths. She couldn’t get enough of the smell of Delia’s hair and skin all of a sudden, it was like she was growing more enamoured with the woman the more she took in her wonderful scent. She continued to place more kisses along her neck, her hands moving to graze over her coat and down to her hip and thighs.
‘W-wait,’ Delia managed to eek out, squirming under Patsy’s touch.
‘Hmm?’ Patsy blinked, pulling away, ‘what is it?’
‘Just…’ Delia used the flat of her hand to pat the blanket around them, finally grasping onto her wand. She whispered a disillusionment charm, and Patsy watched as Delia’s arm made a large swooping motion over the two of them to cover their whole camp. If anyone strayed into the area, they would be undetectable.
‘Good idea,’ Patsy mumbled against Delia’s ear. The smaller woman could only nod as she dropped her wand, and Patsy could feel her once again relax in her arms.
Unlike the many times they had kissed since Christmas Eve, nothing seemed to bother Patsy in this moment. Not being outside, not the cold, and certainly not her nerves. Before, while cozied up in chairs or oversized sofas in their bedchambers, when their kissing grew to this stage, Patsy’s heart would begin to race, her hands to shake, and she would second guess all her motions actions. Now, all her worries were gone, and she felt more in tune with how Delia was reacting to her touches than ever before.
Patsy felt herself moving practically on instinct, and the overwhelming desire to simply please Delia.
She unbuttoned Delia’s coat, continuing to softly kiss along her neck and ear and enjoying all the little gasps and sighs emanating from the woman in her arms.
‘Is this OK?’ Patsy asked, ‘You’re not cold?’
Delia shook her head, ‘Not at all,’ she replied, taking Patsy’s hand and kissing her palm, ‘I just want you to touch me, Pats, please.’
Patsy used her right hand to nudge Delia’s legs apart, moving it along to stroke her inner thigh, a motion that had Delia gasping and letting out a little whimper.
‘Here?’
‘Mmh,’ Delia replied with an enthusiastic nod, ‘Pats, I need more, I-,’
Delia was gasping, seemingly unable to take in enough air as her whole body arched to reach Patsy’s hands.
‘What is it, darling?’
Delia took Patsy’s hand and guided it between her legs, and Patsy needed to resist the urge to bite down on the exposed skin of Delia’s neck.
‘Here,’ Delia sighed, her breath coming out in a long white puff of smoke above her head, ‘I need you here, just…’
Delia squirmed in Pasy’s arms, bringing her hands to her mouth to rip off her mittens. Once her hands were bare, she frantically undid the buttons on her trousers and grasped Patsy by the wrist, shoving her hand into her knickers.
Patsy’s eyes slammed shut, and she let out a moan the moment her two fingers slipped between the hot, slippery folds of Delia’s most intimate area.
Delia herself gasped, her hips arching up to meet Patsy’s hand while her own hand had an iron grip around the redheads wrist.
There was a modicum of awareness in the back of Patsy’s brain that allowed her to recognise that had it not been for the potion she had made, there was absolutely no way she would ever partake in such an activity with Delia outdoors like this. The thought did not bother her in the slightest as for the first time in her life, Patsy felt present in the moment, for once not caring where she was and what may have been going on around her. They were protected by the charm Delia had cast, after all. She was with the woman she loved, wrapped safe in her arms, her fingers compelling Delia to make all those sweet noises that up until now Patsy had only been able to fantasize about.
Patsy, for now, was simply letting herself feel. She could feel Delia’s weight against her her, feel the woman move in her arms, her torso and hips rising to meet her touches. Her mouth was open and pressed against Delia’s ear, her breath hot against her skin, her moans making the bumps under Delia’s skin rise. Patsy removed her fingers slightly, much to Delia’s dismay, but kept her hand under Delias knickers and simply used the flat of her fingers to stroke Delia, feeling how soft and wanting she was. She tried not to smile too mischievously at the sound of Delia whimpering and whining at her touches.
‘Ooh, Patsy please don’t stop,’ Delia whispered, her breathing frantic.
‘I won’t, I just need to…’
Despite feeling very confident in her motions, Patsy still needed to get familiar with Delia’s body, with how she needed to be touched. Not that it wasn’t similar to how she touched herself, but she needed to make sure Delia liked it.
Patsy parted Delia and used her two fingers to make a ‘v’ on either side of her clit, using swift, sure strokes that had Delia crying out, grasping onto her tight, her hips rising to meet her fingers with each stroke.
‘Oh, Pats, please don’t… I’m,’ Delia babbled through gritted teeth after what seemed like only seconds of Patsy’s concentrated stroking before Patsy could feel the smaller woman tense in her arms, her hips rolling against her hand as she cried out. It was a sound that had all the blood in Patsy’s body thrum painfully between her own legs, and she bit back a moan as she focused on letting Delia come against her hand.
Soon, Patsy slowly pulled her hand away and embraced Delia, holding the woman close as she shook in her arms, kissing her ear as aftershocks rocked her body.
‘Oh, Darling,’ Patsy sighed, moving to lay the smaller woman down as she worked to catch her breath.
Patsy felt her own body guiding her motions as she moved to rest on top of Delia, her hips settling in between her legs.
Delia merely giggled, her eyes barely open as she was smiling so wide. Her laughter was contagious, and Patsy found herself smiling too, and leaned down to pepper Delia’s face sweetly with kisses.
Delia’s senses and motor control seemed to come back to her, and her nimble fingers began to unbutton Patsy’s coat, her legs wrapping around Patsy’s hips to lock her in and keep her there. One hand was placed on Patsy’s hip, her fingers fumbling with untucking Patsy's thermal shirt from her jeans, while the other cupped her face and pulled Patsy down for a searing kiss.
Both women moaned at the contact, Delia’s mouth opening automatically at the touch of Patsy’s tongue lightly licking her upper lip. She sighed and worked her fingers through Patsy’s red hair, pulling her down against her hard, kissing her and extracting pleasant sighs from Patsy as she gently bit down on her bottom lip and tugged.
‘Pats,’ Delia gasped as Patsy moved to lighty nip at her neck, ‘sweetheart,’
‘Hmm,’ Patsy hummed lazily, finding herself enchanted in some lustful haze.
‘Can I just…’
Patsy gasped at the sudden chill she felt against her ribcage, Delia having hitched her thermal up, almost around her neck, exposing her bra.
Before she could react, Delia had her mouth on her chest, her teeth grazing at the swell of Patsy’s breasts as her hands reached up to yank down her bra, freeing her from the confines of the undergarment.
Patsy’s mouth opened in a silent gasp at the feeling of Delia’s soft lips wrapping around a pert nipple and pulling firm. The sensation sent a bolt of arousal down her body, and she groaned, almost in pain. She wondered if this was an unforeseen side effect.
‘Delia, I need-’
‘I know, let me just…’
Patsy let out a moan and she felt strong thighs grip her hips, crushing her against Delia, giving her a taste of that delightful pressure she longed to feel, but it just wasn’t enough.
She blushed fiercely and began to rock her hips against Delia as the woman did wonderful things to her breasts with her hands and mouth. It was torturous, but wonderful nonetheless. The pressure building up inside of her was growing, it was almost too much to bear.
She buried her head into the crook of Delia's neck, a noise escaping her throat that she never thought she would ever hear herself make.
‘Deels,’ she pleaded.
Delia’s hands left her breasts, traveling down Patsy’s torso to quickly undo the button and zipper on her jeans, where her hand slipped under her knickers.
Patsy gave a strangled moan in relief, one hand entangling itself in Delia’s hair as the woman used her mouth against her chest and her fingers sunk deep between wet folds, finally touching Patsy where she needed it most.
Delia let out a hot breath against her skin, mumbling something in Welsh Patsy couldn’t understand. Patsy was too focused on the hand in her trousers, Delia’s body against hers, her warm mouth against sensitive skin. All the sensations were causing all the nerve endings under Patsy’s skin to come alive. Never did she think another person's touch could feel so good.
‘Is this…?’ Delia trailed off, looking to Patsy inquiringly.
‘Yes,’ Patsy panted out harshly, ‘keep go- oh!’
Delia’s curious fingers finally found her clit that caused Patsy to gasp.
‘There?’
Eyes closed, Patsy bit her lip and nodded frantically
Delia smiled mischievously and worked her fingers in tandem with tugging on Patsy’s nipple with her mouth, a move that had Patsy cursing.
‘Feel good?’
‘You know it does,’ Patsy replied through gritted teeth, making Delia giggle.
‘Come here cariad,’ Delia smiled, bringing her free hand to Patsy’s cheek, ‘let me kiss you,’
That made Patsy smile too, before leaning down and giving Delia what she wanted.
Pressing. Everything was pressing. Lips against lips, hands against skin, thighs against hips. All this pressing was doing nothing to alleviate the pressure building up within Patsy. The rough texture of Delia’s thermal top against her naked torso, her breasts and nipples that Delia had teased and sucked, made her whole body feel like it would ignite. Delia’s fingers were doing fittingly magical things to her with each passing second, two fingers circling over her clit again and again with just the right pressure, her mouth opened and her tongue doing things that made Patsy wondered what else she could be doing with it on other parts of her body.
The thought brought her painfully close to her own orgasm.
‘Deels,’ she pleaded.
‘I know,’ Delia whispered, capturing Patsy’s lips with hers again.
Patsy groaned when Delia opened her mouth, pressed her tongue against hers, and pulled down on her bottom lip, and Patsy was done.
She broke away from their kiss with a gasp, all that tension building up in her body was suddenly released, crashing over her like waves against the shore. Delia’s mouth on her and the gentle coaxing of her fingers only elongated things as she rocked her hips, grinding herself against Delias hand.
Despite the cold, Patsy found herself breaking out into a sweat at the exertion.
Out of breath, she slowly opened her eyes to find Delia’s pretty blue ones looking back at her, looking as if she were rather proud of herself for what she had just accomplished.
Delia slowly slipped her hand out from Patsy’s knickers and wrapped both arms around the taller woman's shoulders. Patsy reacted in kind, scooping Delia up as best she could in her arms as they held one another, neither caring about the disheveled state of their hair and clothing, that they were a mess of limbs entangled in one another.
‘You are so beautiful, cariad,’ Delia whispered into Patsy’s ear before kissing her there.
Patsy smiled and kissed Delia on those endearing dimples of hers, ‘So are you, darling.’
‘I think that helped.’
‘Hmm?’ Patsy hummed idly, still very much focused on tasting as much exposed skin as was in reach.
‘The… you know, what you made,’ Delia finished with a sigh as Patsy’s hand found its way under her thermal top.
‘Agreed.’
‘I feel it wearing off, but, if we wanted to continue…’
‘Yeah,’ Patsy breathed, feeling her heart uptick with a feeling of hope.
‘I mean, I’m not saying I would need more now,’
‘Mmhmm,’ Patsy hummed, her hand finally finding the swell of Delia's breast, giving the sensitive flesh a firm squeeze.
‘I wouldn’t say no to having some again at some other time,’ Delia continued with a sigh, her back arching slightly into Patsy’s touches.
‘Neither would I,’
‘A sometimes thing,’ Delia said, closing her eyes and turning her head to the side.
‘A sometimes thing,’ Patsy agreed, leaning slightly to capture an earlobe between her lips, gently pulling.
What are you going to call it anyway?’ Delia asked.
Patsy pulled away with a smile.
‘Was thinking of naming it after you.’
‘Patience Mount, don’t you dare!’ Delia replied, swatting at her girlfriend.
‘Sexy Felix Felicious,’ Patsy grinned, ‘another version of liquid courage.’
‘Oh, now you’re just being silly.’
Patsy smiled and nuzzled her nose against Delia’s neck, finding her mouth and soon capturing her lips with hers, engaging them in several more moments of deep kisses. Patsy felt like she had a hunger for Delia she couldn’t satisfy no matter how much they kissed. She wondered for a moment if Delia wanted to continue, to see how much further both were willing to go out here in the elements.
Though when Patsy pulled away, she saw a look of panic suddenly flash over Delia’s face. Patsy looked to the sky to find a very familiar looking owl circling above them.
She turned back to Delia who met her gaze, placing a finger over her lips to signal that they were to remain completely silent and motionless.
The charm, Patsy thought to herself, Delia cast the charm earlier. All they needed to do was stay completely silent and they would remain undetected.
However.
The owl landed on a nearby branch, it’s wings fluttering noisily as it settled.
Patsy narrowed her eyes, wishing her trousers had sunk a little lower on her hip to full on moon the nosy Professor Crane.
Professor Crane in her owl form looked as bristled and grumpy as ever, blinking one eye at a time in their direction, but Patsy noticed that she never really seemed to focus on them.
After several anxious moments where the two of them hardly dared to breathe, Professor Crane gave a screech and flew off, heading in the direction of the castle.
The two women waited until Professor Crane had disappeared before they relaxed their muscles and breathed a sigh of relief.
‘Well, that certainly killed any inkling of desire to continue,’ Delia bemoaned.
‘Likewise,’ Patsy remarked, removing her hand from underneath Delia’s shirt. She admittedly missed the warmth, but reasoned there would be plenty more opportunities for that at a later time.
‘Shall we head back?’
‘If we must,’ Patsy sighed, helping Delia to her knees. The two helped each other button up and fix their hair, and together they cleaned up their little camp.
‘We may as well go to dinner tonight with the other professors. The students will be in their dormitories celebrating with whomever won the match earlier,’ Delia remarked, using her wand to douse the small fire in the pit.
Patsy rolled her eyes, thinking the castle would be a madhouse late into the night. A dinner with their colleagues seemed like a much more relaxing way to spend their evening.
‘You alright with that?’
‘I suppose,’
Delia looked at her inquiringly, and Patsy blew an exasperated breath out of the corner of her mouth, subsequently blowing her fringe out of her eyes.
‘Just promise me you’ll come back to mine later… erm, if you want to.’
Delia smiled and bounced over to Patsy, giving her a playful kiss on the lips.
‘I promise.’
Later that evening, dressed again in their usual wizarding world garb, Patsy and Delia arrived together in Hogsmeade to meet their fellow professors for a weekend supper at the Hog’s Head Inn. The inn was a bit more secluded and not as popular as The Three Broomsticks was with the students, making it a safer place for the professors to get together every once in a while to unwind.
When they walked through the door, Patsy was rather surprised to find the place bustling with people, the small pub full of boisterous noise, clinking silverware and the sounds of empty mugs banging on wooden tables.
‘Oi, there they are!’ Valerie cried out, waving to the two women.
Patsy instinctively kept a hand on Delia’s shoulder as they made their way through the crowd.
‘What on earth is going on here?’ she wondered aloud, noting with a hint of annoyance that several 18 year-old Gryffindors and their friends were propping up the bar.
‘Oh,’ Barbara started, ‘the Gryffindors are just celebrating their rather, uh...’
Barbara’s eyes nervously darted to Lucille, who looked rather miffed.
‘They clobbered them!’ Valerie said excitedly, wrapping an arm around Patsy and grinning. ‘Oh, what a match mate! Should have seen the look on the keepers face when-,’
‘Can we please discuss something other than quidditch?’ Lucille begged, rubbing her temples.
Patsy glared at Valerie, thinking that Lucille’s headache probably wasn’t from the noise, but from having to deal with the blow of her house losing so spectacularly that day.
Seemingly reading Patsy’s mind, Delia interjected.
‘Val, stop gloating,’ Delia pouted.
‘Oh, but mate, it just feels so good to have finally won a game!’ Valerie exclaimed, clenching her fists. ‘Here, here!’ Valerie grabbed an enormous pitcher of something alcoholic from a passing tray and poured Delia a healthy glass. ‘Come on, lets celebrate!’ she continued, filling more glasses and passing them around to Patsy, Barbara, and Lucille, ‘It’s a good night to celebrate! To our health!’
Just then the door burst open, letting in a chill breeze and flurries of snow. All heads turned to see Madame Evangelina adding to the boisterous noise as she placed her hands on her hips triumphantly. Behind her was Professors Crane and Julienne, both women looking more reserved, but Patsy could tell they were fighting back a smug smile.
‘Oi lads! Next round is on me!’ Madame Evangelina shouted, and all the Gryffindors by the bar raised their fists and shouted approvingly.
‘Gryffindors,’ Patsy tisked, downing her drink with one gulp.
Professors Crane and Julienne left Madame Evangeline at the bar and made their way to the table with the rest of the staff.
‘Now Julienne, as I was saying,’
‘Oh, yes, you had a concern Professor Crane?’
‘Yes. As I was scouting the grounds earlier, I noticed a disturbance by the Black Lake.’
Both Patsy and Delia froze, sneaking a side glance to one another.
‘There’s lots of creatures out there, surely,’ Barbara interjected, ‘can’t imagine you’d find anything out there that’s out of the ordinary.’
‘What’s going on?’ Valerie chimed in.
‘Professor Crane says she saw something by the lake.’
Patsy gulped and poured herself another drink from the pitcher.
Professor Crane leaned in ominously close to Professor Julienne and looked around suspiciously.
‘I believe there were bandits out there,’ she said, ‘hiding behind some disillusionment charm.’
‘Bandits!?’ Valerie scoffed, ‘Professor, this isn’t the wild west. Think you’ve been watching too many of those muggle movies about the coyboys with Professor Monica Joan!’
‘Valerie, they’re cowboys,’ Lucille said, looking bored.
‘No such thing. Boy cows are bulls, right? Valerie asked, looking at Delia.
‘What are you looking at me for?!’ Delia asked.
‘You grew up on a farm, didn’t you?’
‘Just because I’m from Wales-!’
‘Wouldn’t that make them bullcows?’ Barbara asked.
‘No, bull boys,’ Lucille replied.
‘But if bulls are boys you may as well say boy boy or bull bull. It doesn’t make sense!’ Valerie threw her hands up in the air dramatically.
‘I could sense there was a charm there,’ Professor Crane continued, ignoring the younger staff and turning her attention to Julienne, ‘and when I approached, I could smell smoke. Someone had a fire going, I’m certain, but I couldn’t see it.’
Delia slouched ever more in her chair, probably thinking the same thing that Patsy was, that while their concealment charm worked, they may have forgotten that the charm does not also conceal smells.
‘Professor Busby, you have twigs in your hair,’ Lucille interjected reaching over to pluck out an offending twig.
‘Hey, didn’t you say you and Professor Mount were going for a hike during the match?’ Barbara asked, ‘Did you see anything suspicious out there?’
Delia’s mouth was clamped shut, her cheeks flushed and eyes wide as she fervently shook her head.
‘I’ll ask Professor Noakes to take a walk around the grounds to have a look,’ Julienne reassured her, very much looking as if she wished to enjoy some supper and a spot of sherry rather than be discussing bandits by the Black Lake.
‘I shall accompany her from the skys,’ Professor Crane said, her nose in the air. The two women sat next to one another and flagged down a little house elf to take their order for supper.
‘Curious,’ came a sultry voice.
Patsy whirled around to find that Trixie had suddenly manifested herself in the seat next to her. How, she did not know, all she knew was that her heart had leapt into her throat at the sight of the woman.
‘What’s curious?’ she grumbled when she could breathe again.
‘You and Professor Busby, gallivanting around in the forest by the Black Lake.’
‘So?’
‘In this weather?’
‘It wasn’t that cold.’
‘And now Phyllis is claiming someone cast a charm!’
‘A concealment charm, no less!’ Barbara interjected excitedly, slouching slightly when Patsy glared. ‘What? They’re hard…’
‘And she smelled fire?’ Trixie went on, looking at Patsy with an eyebrow raised.
‘She smells a lot of things in her owl form,’ Patsy replied dryly, her fingers tapping nervously on the wooden table.
‘You know the funny thing about campfires,’ Trixie began.
‘Oh Merlin,’ Patsy bemoaned.
‘Is that the smell of the smoke sticks to you,’ Trixie added, leaning in close to her Slytherin counterpart, ‘and you, sweetie, smell like smoke.’
Lucille clasped a hand over her mouth to conceal a giggle.
‘That means nothing, alright?’ Patsy replied, scooting away from Trixie, ‘I’m around fire all the time. In the castle, in the lab…’ she trailed off, feeling the bumps on her skin begin to rise as their ruse had clearly been seen through.
‘Twigs in Delia’s hair, though?’ Lucille added.
‘Oh, she’s the herbology professor, she’s always got foliage someplace,’ Patsy commented with a nervous laugh, petering out with a cough when no one else laughed. Once again, she polished off her drink with one gulp.
‘Phyllis, this concealment charm,’ Trixie went on, addressing the woman across the table who was now holding a tiny glass of sherry between her forefinger and thumb, ‘what kind of charm would you say this was?’
‘It was very well done, I must admit,’ Phyllis said, looking clearly impressed, ‘I could recognize that it was done by someone who is very skilled. Possibly someone proficient in the dark arts!’ she said excitedly, turning to Julienne, ‘Professor, I must insist we ask Professor Miller to accompany Professor Noakes-’
Patsy groaned, hating the idea of yet another professor getting pulled into a wild goose chase.
Trixie smiled smugly, sitting back in her chair knowingly as she gave a side eye to Delia.
‘My, that sounds very much like the charm I’ve been training you to execute for the last several days, Professor Busby.’
The younger professors, including Patsy, all turned to look at Delia, the shade of her deep blush prominent even in the dark lighting of the pub.
While annoyed at her friends, and the fact that no matter where they went on the castle grounds, it seemed, they had little to no privacy, Patsy managed to alleviate her urge to give any sort of witty retort for the sake of her more than embarrassed girlfriend slouching in her chair next to her.
Patsy grasped onto Delia’s hand under the table and interlocked their fingers, resting their hands on the smaller woman’s lap to comfort her.
Pouring herself another drink with her free hand, Patsy took a delicate sip as she addressed Valerie, who had not been paying them the slightest bit of attention given the festivities.
‘So, who won the match?’ she asked innocently.
Valerie immediately went off on a rant, gesturing to the massive number of people there dressed in their Gryffindor garb.
Patsy tried to ignore all the knowing looks from the rest of their friends sitting with them at the small table.
The end :)