Flying Into the Sun (фемслэш)

“Oh Harry! You missed it. It’s the most beautiful love story,” Hermione says, hugging him.
He pulls away with a laugh, and sits down next to Ginny, Draco sitting opposite next to Ron.
“How much has Hermione had? Two butterbeers?”
Hermione smacks him over the head and Ron chuckles. “And firewhisky. But she’s not wrong. Ginny here’s been holding out on us. Only just realised she’s had a crush on Delacour for nine years.”
“Nine— that’s almost as long as us!” Draco gapes at her.
Ginny sighs. “Yep. Guess I’m joining your ‘I thought I hated someone but turns out I had a massive crush on them the whole time’ club.”
 
On the way home from her latest Quidditch match, Ginny stops for drinks with her favourite brother and hears all about how stuck-up Phlegm has broken his heart. Merlin, she hates that witch. She hates her.
So why do Ron and Hermione think she has a crush on the woman?
And, the longer they talk, the more she thinks...
They can't be right? Can they?
Bloody Hell.