Written for - Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments)
Prompts - (scenario) write about someone discovering their sexuality.
Summary - Ginny's bad luck, Hermione isn't so sure. [ Ginny/Hermione ]
Notes - I promise I didn't suddenly become straight and stopped writing LGBTQ fics. I just haven't posted anything recently lol. Also, my Hermione is still black.
Word Count - 576
"I think I'm bad luck," Ginny says, her head leaned back on the wall and her eyes closed. Her legs are thrown over Hermione's, papers strewn between them.
"Alright," Hermione says. She doesn't glance up from her work to say, "Why?"
"I dunno," Ginny says with a sigh.
She opens her eyes to look at Hermione. Hermione is pretty, Ginny decides, in a way that feels almost comfortable. She's all warm colors: brown skin and dark curls and red and gold clothes. Even her cat, Crookshanks, who's the ugliest thing in the world, looks pretty when held by Hermione. Hermione, with her necessity of correctness, and her soft hands, and her want for Ginny to succeed.
"I guess I'm just confused," Ginny says. "'Cause, like, everytime I think I like a guy, it goes away as soon as we start going out. It's like it's ruined by the idea of actual romance."
"Huh," Hermione says. She scribbles through a line of her work. "Is life all about guys, though?"
"No," Ginny says, and she slumps down even further against the wall. "But that's the issue, because I'll be like, 'oh hey, Dean is fun to be around, he's kinda cute I guess.' And then I'll see a girl and be like 'wow! We shall be married in May,' you know?"
Hermione finally looks up at Ginny, an amused expression on her face. "Ginny, I'm gonna need you to think on what you just said to me for a moment."
"What do you mean?" she says. Hermione lets out a loud laugh.
"Ok, well, who is it that you thought this about?" Hermione asks, eliciting a shrug from Ginny.
"I don't know. Pretty much every girl I'm friends with to be honest," she says.
"Ok, so, let's say Luna," Hermione says. "When do you feel like this most often when you're around Luna."
"I mean, everytime I'm around Luna," Ginny says. "She's my best friend. That's… different, though."
"Ok, fair," Hermione says, and by this point she's all but abandoned her homework on the hallway floor. "What about, uh…" she pauses. Her expression turns quizzical, almost nervous. "What about me?"
"Most of the time I'm with you," Ginny says, and she doesn't know why her voice is dipping down into a whisper, as if it's a secret. "I guess, like, most of the time when it's you, or any girl really, anytime we like, touch or whatever? And when we study together, that's really nice. I don't know."
Hermione smiles, shakes her head a little bit, and stands up, shoving her papers into her bag. "I think I know what your issue is, Gin," she says. "And it has nothing to do with luck."
"What is it then?" Ginny asks, and a rock is falling in her stomach and she doesn't know why. (She's so nervous, why is she so nervous?)
Hermione looks at Ginny for another moment, laughs. "You're a lesbian, Ginny," she says, and normally, Ginny would be offended about the accusation, but there's something about the way Hermione says it. No judgement, only a softness that Ginny's not used to receiving.
"Oh," Ginny says. "Do I have a crush on you?"
And Hermione bursts into hysterics.
"I do have a crush on you," Ginny informs Hermione later, when the sky is dark and the common room is sparse.
Hermione smiles, pats her hand, and says, "I know."
She leaves her hand resting on Ginny's.