"Gin, aren't you tired?" Hermione yawned. Ginny shook her head.

"C'mon, My, it's eleven. You still have so much moonlight to look forward to!"

"I prefer sunlight." She mumbled. Ginny frowned.

"Weirdo."

Hermione jumped up. "I'll stay up on one condition."

"What would that be?"

She got out of bed and grinned in front of Ginny. "Tell me who you fancy."

Ginny groaned. "You're twenty-one, My, stop acting like a teenager."

"You're nineteen, Gin. If you want, you can be the mature one. We'll switch ages for tonight."

"I'm not telling you." Ginny said, sitting on the bed. Hermione slipped gracefully onto the bed, sitting next to her and tapping her shoulder.

"I'll tell you who I fancy."

"Nine years, I'm sure it hasn't changed." She snorted. Hermione made a face.

"I don't fancy Ron anymore. Living with him has changed everything."

"Now she listens to me." Ginny chuckled. "Fine. It's a deal. But I don't want either of us to go first."

"Neither do I."

"So let's go together. On three. One, two, three."

Neither of them said anything. They just stared at each other, waiting for the other to say something. Ginny leaned closer. Hermione leaned a bit closer at the same time. Their foreheads bumped, and as they pulled the tops of their heads backward, the bottoms of their heads moved forward.

And they were kissing.

The kissed for a long time, until they both pulled back. Ginny stared at Hermione, Hermione stared at Ginny.

"Gin?"

"My?"

"Was it me?" She asked quietly. Ginny nodded.

"Yes. Was it me?"

"Yes."

"So…are you saying that you feel about me how I feel about you?"

"That depends. How do you feel about me?"

"I love you, My."

"Then it is the same." Hermione whispered, kissing her again.

FIN