"I'm going crazy." Ginny muttered, running a hand through her fire-red hair.
"1973." Hermione replied, with an air of someone trying to continue a conversation with another, less willing participant.
"What?"
"In 1973 being gay was removed from the muggle list of mental health diseases." Hermione said, faltering, slightly less confident. Ginny had closed the distance between them and was eyeing her lips. "Just thought...you'd want...to know."
Ginny pressed their lips together. Hermione, shocked, revelled at the smoothness of all things Ginny.
When Ginny pulled away, she moved her lips to Hermione's ear. "I'm not crazy because I like another girl." She whispered, her teeth grazing 'Mione's earlobe; she shivered. "It's because of how loony I am for you."
Hermione was about to mention just how stable she found the younger girl, but she lost her concentration when their lips merged again.