Her kiss tasted of vanilla and some combination of spices that I couldn't name, and when I pulled away flushed I was five years old again caught eating that delicious cinnamon cookie.
"Hem hem", the old toad coughed and pointed to the sign on the wall, smirking. The curling parchment read "Boys and girls are not permitted to be within six inches of each other".
Ginny smirked right back, her red hair clouded like a halo around her face "But you see madam, both Hermione and I are girls".
The rather toad like woman seemed rather flustered; she spluttered "y-yes, but I'm sure you can both appreciate the sentiment behind the decree". The flush on Ginny's delicate features was spreading rather alarmingly to her ears, the sign of a Weasley's anger. Pulling her slightly behind me I decided to intervene before this turned into open warfare.
"I'm sorry professor, we were simply unaware you had also published a decree against physical contact of the same sex" and I smiled with a flourish "In fact, many of us were under the impression you had something against heterosexual affection and were making a stand about the atrocious treatment of LGBT witches and wizards in our society. I was hoping to get a comment from you about it for a muggle-studies paper I'm writing actually". It wasn't a total lie; I had heard other people comment on the loophole her ignorance and bigotry had so obligingly provided.
In contrast to Ginny's pleasant blush Umbridge has gone the colour of a dreamless sleep potion gone wrong, a pale, ugly green. Struggling to hide her look of revulsion she asked, with a curl of her lip "you and Miss. Weasley are, together"?
I looked for a moment into Ginny's warm eyes, looking for her answer to my silent question. Despite the fact we had never for a moment entertained the idea we were anything but friends before that moment she nodded. I turned back to Umbridge, "Yes Madam, I rather think we are".
I pulled Ginny towards me again pressing my body against hers, a kiss that perfect changes everything.
That day was marked by congratulating pats on the back as Ginny and I walked hand in hand through the corridors. News of us getting one over on that awful toad spread through the rumour mill like dragon pox and soon Hogwarts was filled with couples showing their physical affection as obnoxiously as possible whenever she walked into the room.
But what I would always remember about that moment is how my beautiful and brave girlfriend had never cared about whether a cookie was forbidden or not.