it's stuck, a vastly inappropriate misunderstanding series
Harry and Ron had just come inside from fooling around in the snow at the Burrow when they caught the end of Hermione and Ginny's conversation.
"Come on, Hermione. It's not like Harry and Ron would care if we were sneaking around. I can't help it if I love—"
"Don't," she whispered fervently, "you can't. Please, it'll just make everything worse if you starting talking about how you feel."
Harry and Ron looked at each other, not quite sure what to think about it. "You think they're..." Ron started weakly. "I don't think they could be," Harry tried to be reasonable, "I mean, they're our girlfriends." They paused when Mrs. Weasley ducked her head into their room.
"You two ought not to be fighting, just make up. It's a silly thing, anyway."
"Mom!" Ginny sounded affronted. "You don't know what's going on!"
"I do," Mrs. Weasley said, tutting at the girls. "I'm sorry, Hermione. Ginny is my little girl. She's always been a little different, but...not like this. I remember when she used to go wherever she wanted, wearing whatever she wanted...looking at guys—"
"Mom, I swear to—"
"I know it'll take some time," Hermione interrupted sternly, "but this is our decision. My mother knows too and she feels like I'm growing up too fast, but...it's what we want. It won't be any trouble, Mrs. Weasley. I promise."
Downstairs, Ron was pale. "My girlfriend...my sister...I feel sick." He covered his mouth with his hand and leaned over towards the sink.
"Doesn't mean I'm not shocked," Harry added, "I mean, Merlin!"
His exclamation made Ginny gasp and peer out of the doorway. "I thought the boys were outside," she glanced at Hermione. "How do we break this to them?"
Hermione frowned and pulled the redhead out of the door. "We'll just tell them. They'll like it. They're boys, they like those kinds of things." The pair of them headed down the stairs with their arms linked together. When Harry and Ron spotted them, they both appeared to look sheepish. Ron even looked slightly sick.
"Ron!" She reached over to pull him into a hug but he spluttered awkwardly in her grip.
"Hermione, look, we've got to talk..."
"Ginny and I need to talk to you both too!" She motioned to Harry as she moved to stand back with Ginny, linking their arms together. Both boys seemed to notice this harmless action. In unison, they spoke. "We've decided to start wearing make up."
Harry and Ron stared at the girls for a good, long while. Finally, Ron clamored back into a chair and banged his head against the table. Harry simply walked out of the room.
Hermione grinned at Ginny.
"That's what the busy bodies get for eavesdropping."