Before her, Ginny watched as her best friend sat in the lap of Draco sodding Malfoy. They spoke only for each other, as if there wasn’t a party surrounding them. Hermione leaned in to kiss Draco. His hand meandered up to tangle in her hair, deepening the angle and granting himself more access to her mouth. Ginny felt conflicted. While she was thrilled for her best friend, the sight of them absolutely nauseated her. They had barely left each other’s side the entire night. Ginny hadn’t even had time to talk to Hermione about this ridiculous decision. Did she know about Hermione’s crush on Draco? Yes. But did she ever encourage her to say fuck it, kiss the bastard? Actually yes, several times. Those all seem irrelevant now. It was one thing to want her friend’s happiness. But to watch it on full display? Ginny averted her eyes as Draco turned his attention to Hermione’s neck.