Situationship
"I can't believe you're dating Draco Malfoy," Hermione blurted in a dramatic voice.
"I am not dating him," Ginny responded.
"What do you call it, then?" Hermione asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Just hanging out, I suppose," Ginny guessed, shrugging.
"You two went out for dinner like five times," reminded Luna.
"So?"
"He comes to pick you up from work every other day," Hermione added.
"And he was in your bed... several times." Luna continued.
"What is your point?" Ginny snapped, glaring at her girlfriends.
She usually adored her girlfriends but they were growing insanely annoying with the whole 'Draco Malfoy' affair.
"Our point is - what you're doing sounds exactly like dating," Hermione said, amused.
"I'll tell you what - you both start minding your own business," Ginny argued, her cheeks turning a reddish color. "Now, if you don't mind, I need to get ready to meet Draco."
Ginny hated labels. Why did everybody feel the need to put a name on their situationship?