Ginny and Hermione sat on the cramped wooden steps in Grimmauld Place's backyard. The air was muggy.
"Ron isn't speaking to me," Ginny sighed.
"What a prat," Hermione said crossly. "We would've broken up regardless if you had come into the picture."
Ginny squirmed. "I feel bad for him. I feel like I stole his girlfriend."
Hermione sniffed. "That makes me sound like an object. I chose to leave him and date you. You didn't steal anybody. You just have the good luck to be with me."
Ginny giggled.
"I'm happy to be with you, Ginny."
"I'm happy you're here with me," Ginny said, clasping Hermione's hand in her hands.
They grinned at each other then began to make out.