We're sitting alone in the common room when it happens.
"I'm not gay," she announces.
"I know," I go back to reading.
"I mean, I don't have anything against you lesbians, but I like boys."
I sigh and put down my book.
"What is it Ginny?"
"Do you still like me?" she blurts out.
"Yes." I answer honestly.
"Oh," she says, "I thought so." Pause. "Can I just make sure?"
"Make sure what?" I ask.
"This," she says, and clumsily tries to kiss me. I try to pull back, but it's too late. Her lips are already burned onto mine.