Honestly.
Disclaimer: these aren't my people, yo.
"No, honestly, I'm over Harry" Ginny Weasley assured Hermione, shaking her long red hair out of her face. Hermione, who'd long since given up trying to make her frizzy mop ruly, and consequentially had it tied tight behind her head, nodded to show that she understood. Hermione actually understood better than Ginny was to know- she too had once had feelings for Harry- though she'd never admitted this to anyone, and would have denied it vehemently had anyone ever asked.
"So.." persisted Hermione, continuing to nag and tease her friend for details of her love life. Ginny laughed. "Really, no one! Seriously- I'm not into boys. Any boys.. at the moment, I mean" she corrected herself quickly, though Hermione sensed these last few words had been uttered uneasily. Noting that her friends face was now growing a deep shade of red, Hermione diverted her gaze, remaining silent for a moment before inquiring, sensitively, "are you suggesting that you might be into girls?".
Ginny looked up, startled, and clearly very embarrassed. "No!" she answered defensively, before continuing "I mean, not that I'm like, against that or anything, it's just.. I need to see Professor Sprout.. bye" she finished lamely and in a hurry, before scampering quickly out of the 5th year girls' dormitory she'd been visiting.
Hermione was left feeling a little bewildered- she'd never suspected this, and she had a sudden urge to confide in Ginny the feelings that she, too, had secretly been having about the same sex. Consoling herself with the rationale that Ginny had no reason to be unsympathetic, Hermione brushed aside her insecurities and walked across the hall to the 4th year dormitory, where she knew she'd find Ginny- who certainly wasn't visiting the Herbology teacher.
Ginny looked up, and it was evident that she'd been crying. "I'm sorry", she mumbled "I guess you know now. I hadn't meant to tell you- and, I don't know, it's not really something you can understand- believe me when I say it's weird". Taking a deep breath, her older friend looked downwards, replying softly "No- I think I do understand". Ginny's eyes widened. "What?". Feeling an overwhelming sense of relief at having finally told someone, Hermione laughed and perched on the corner of Ginny's bed. "I hadn't meant to tell you, either."
The two girls sat in silence, thinking about the confessions they'd both just made. Hermione fiddled absentmindedly with her hair, and Ginny, dragging herself away from the thoughts racing through her head, turned to ask "Do you want me to plait that?".
As Ginny completed the last few loops of the frizzy curls, Hermione turned to face her, feeling the soft tough of delicate fingers upon her scalp linger as she did so. Ginny smiled at her friend, noticing as she did so how pretty her eyes were..