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Match

Written for @hinnymicrofic, November 6, 2023

10 May, 1997

To be honest, Ginny was quite angry, and her anger was directed at a certain green-eyed and messy black-haired boy. Ginny was angry that Harry would not be able to play the decisive match against Ravenclaw. Of course, she did not envy Harry being locked up in the dungeons on such a beautiful day, suffering the company of Snape of all people. Sure, she had defended him against Hermione, who had accused him of using a curse he knew nothing about. That had been the right thing to do, back then. Today, however, as she went downstairs to have breakfast with the rest of the team, Ginny could not hide a little annoyance towards Harry. Not so much because he had betrayed the team or anything like that, but because his defection was forcing her – again! – to play as a Seeker. Merlin, she had almost played more games in Harry’s role than in her natural position as Chaser!

Ginny opened the door to the Great Hall with more force than necessary. She scanned the room and, against her will, as if drawn by an invisible magical magnet, her eyes met Harry’s. His expression was one of open, unmistakable, undisguised regret and, more deeply, sorrow at not being able to enjoy the simple pleasure of playing Quidditch - one of the few simple, pleasurable things left in Harry’s life.

Ginny tried, really tried, to be angry with him, but after two steps she sighed and sat down next to Harry, giving him a gentle nudge.

“How many times do I have to make up for your mistakes, Mr. Potter?” Her tone was light, playful.

“You’ll be brilliant.” Harry replied confidently.

“Of course I will!”

They both started to eat breakfast. Harry was smiling now. It seemed to Ginny that she had already won her personal match.

She had no idea what was in store for her.

You can also read this microfics and more on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Nikeshady/pseuds/Nikeshady

And on FF.net https://www.fanfiction.net/u/15131222/NikeShady

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Lightning

Written for @hinnymicrofic, September 23, 2023

December 1993

Ginny Weasley sat at the kitchen table in the Burrow, busy making some decorations for the Christmas tree, as per her mother’s orders. In any other year, Ginny would have looked forward to celebrating Christmas with her family, soaking up the festive atmosphere of the Burrow and eating her mother’s food to her heart’s content. Not this year. If asked, she would have said it was because she was curious about the Christmas party at Hogwarts, since she had not really been able to experience it last year because of Tom and the Diary. She knew that the Diary and Tom were also the reason why Mum and Dad wanted her home. This way they could check that she was all right. She knew that they still felt guilty for not noticing anything strange about her last year. Thoughts of what had happened the year before brought her back to the real reason she wanted to be at Hogwarts: Harry. She wondered if they would have spent more time together in the semi-deserted castle; if she would have mustered up the courage to talk to him, if only to wish him a Merry Christmas...

“What have you got there, Ickle Gin-Gin?”

George’s voice surprised her. His gaze fell on the piece of cardboard she was cutting out, and her face turned bright red.

“Nothing!”

Ginny tried to cover her work, but it was no use. George saw that she was making a garland of lightning bolts of a distinctive green color. It was not her fault that her thoughts kept going back to Harry, to his eyes and his scar, to how he had saved her from the Chamber.

George smiled, and his was face uncharacteristically not mischievous.

“I think he would like it. I think he’d like to know that a part of him can celebrate here with us, with a family.”

December 1998

Ginny sat at the kitchen table in the Burrow, making decorations as per her mother’s orders. She was glad to be home, and the thought of not spending her last Christmas at Hogwarts made her only slightly nostalgic. At least this way she could see...

“What have you got there, Ickle Gin-Gin?”

George’s voice surprised her.

“I’m seventeen, you know?”

Ginny showed him her work: she was making a garland of lightning bolts of a distinctive green color.

“Well, he never saw it the first time,” Ginny said simply.

George smiled, and they both remembered the moment five years earlier.

“Some things never change, do they?”

“You’re wrong, everything has changed.” Ginny smiled at him, her eyes full of affection. “Now he can celebrate with the family… And I can snog him.”

You can now read all my Hinny microfics on AO3 and Fanfiction.net as well. Here is the link to the collections:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14278093/1/This-is-Just-for-the-Two-of-Us-HarryGinny-Microfics-Collection

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50063902?view_full_work=true

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nikeshady-blog · 7 months

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Slip

Written for @hinnymicrofic September 15, 2023

Sorry if I'm a day late. I loved the prompt and I really wanted to write this! Sorry if it is also a bit too long (650 words).

Ginny was miserable. The ride from King’s Cross to the Burrow had been a drag. She had not cried or shown any emotion since Harry had broken up with her. She did not want to make things harder than they already were, for herself and for Harry. But she had not had the strength to see him again, to talk to him: it hurt too much, everything was still too fresh.

She had decided not to tell anyone about their relationship: she did not want teasing or anger from her brothers, and she did not need pity from her parents. It was for the best; no one could understand anyway. Harry was what she had always wanted, first as a crush, then as admiration and attraction, finally – no point in denying it – as love. He was everything she had ever wanted, and now that she had seen that reality was even better than her wildest fantasy, she had to watch him slip away. It hurt even more. She knew it was all for a stupid, noble reason. She didn’t blame Harry, and the fact that she couldn’t really get mad at him only made it harder.

Night had fallen now, and Ginny was safely cocooned in the sacred, enclosed space of her room. Now that no one could see her, she could finally cry. She cried for what had been, and even more for what might have been, and then she cried for what might never be. It was silent weeping: no sobs, just the slow, unrelenting trickle of tears. In the absolute silence of the Burrow, a single word slipped from her lips, “Harry”. Barely more than a whisper, it was as if his name had been ripped away against her will from the cage she had built around her heart.

At that very moment, Molly walked past her door. She had known right away that something was wrong with her daughter. She heard her anguished whisper and opened the door. He saw her in tears, slumped on the bed, looking more miserable than she had seen her since the Chamber of Secrets. For a moment, a long look passed between mother and daughter, then, without a word, Molly took Ginny’s favorite brush, sat down on the bed beside her, and began to brush her hair as she had done every night when she was a child. The gesture, so familiar, broke down the barriers Ginny had built up and she told her everything. Molly listened in silence.

“I feel like a baby!” Ginny finally exclaimed, angry at herself for what she considered a sign of childish weakness.

“We all need to feel like children sometimes,” Molly replied calmly, “but you made a woman’s choice. I’m proud of you.”

Ginny turned to see a smile of affection on her mother’s face. She could only nod.

“Let me tell you something.” She added as she finished combing her daughter’s hair. “If you really think Harry is the one for you, if you’re absolutely sure, if you... if you think you love him...”

Molly paused and looked her daughter straight in the eyes, the same shade of chocolate as her own.

“If you think you love him, don’t give up on him. If there is any motherly advice I can ever give you, it is this: never give up on love. If we give up on love, then we have already lost everything. Love is stronger than anything. I know it won’t be easy, I know it may be the hardest thing anyone can ask of you, but you are strong, and love is always worth it. Dare to dream and always dare to love.”

For the first time that day, a small smile appeared on Ginny’s face as she nodded in response. She watched her mother slip out of her room and thought that no, she would never stop daring to dream and daring to love.

You can now read all my Hinny microfics on AO3 and Fanfiction.net as well. Here is the link to the collections:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14278093/1/This-is-Just-for-the-Two-of-Us-HarryGinny-Microfics-Collection

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50063902?view_full_work=true

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Written for @hinnymicrofic September 13, 2023

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Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hand, staring down at his enemy’s shell.

After what seemed like hours, Harry managed to free himself from the congratulations and breathe in the fresh air of the day as it filtered through the broken windows of the Great Hall. All around him were shouts, cries of joy and tears of condolence in a chaos that, combined with his growing fatigue, almost made him faint.

For a moment, he pushed aside his fears and pains, and his gaze searched intently around the perimeter of the Great Hall. Finally, it fell on a pair of warm brown eyes. Ginny stood slightly apart, as if waiting for him, far from the others, far from the shouts and attention she knew he never wanted. Her expression was fierce, and the rest of the scene faded into the background. For Harry, it was as if there were only the two of them in the Great Hall.

He had barely taken a step forward when he saw her move quickly and purposefully, her hair swaying like fire tinted with the pink of the coming dawn. Her gaze was hard and blazing. He saw her approach and held his breath, unable to control the hope that roared in his chest.

Without thinking, without saying a word, Ginny threw herself on him, her arms around his neck, their lips touching, and it was as if a fire burned in Harry’s chest.

It felt unreal. After months of staring at a point on a map, her physical presence washed over him like a flood. The feel of her weight on him, the floral scent of her hair, unmistakable even under the ash and sweat, her hands on his scalp, their noses brushing, their lips boldly seeking each other as if they could only quench their thirst by touching. Everything was as it had never been before. Nothing could compare, not even those weeks of bliss in his sixth year, not even their last kiss on his seventeenth birthday came close. This was different, this kiss was pain and freedom, it was resolve and promise. No more barriers, no more war, no more Horcruxes. Now Harry could finally be just Harry, and Ginny could finally be his Ginny.

It tasted like a new beginning.

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Written for @hinnymicrofic September 12, 2023

Evil,

Part 2

(Go check part 1!) Sorry if this is a bit too long (777 words), couldn't resist!

Ginny’s gaze was hard and her expression unreadable. The only thing that betrayed any emotion was a single tear streaking slowly down her cheek. This was it.

Harry had just told her his last, most shameful secret: a piece of Voldemort’s soul had lived inside him for sixteen years. It had seen his every thought, peered into his every emotion and tainted his every passion.

“I thought it was only fair for you to know, I’m sorry,” Harry said, defeated.

“Fair?! Fair?! There is nothing fair about this, Harry! How can you think there is anything fair?” blurted out Ginny, furious.

Harry had expected it, had always known it, but it still felt like his heart had broken at that moment. It was the first time they had talked, really talked, since the Battle of Hogwarts. Too much pain had kept them apart, and Harry felt it would be unfair to resume a relationship with her, if she even wanted one, without her knowing the whole story. He also knew that once he told her about the Horcrux and his own death, Ginny would want nothing more to do with him. Her soul was too pure to accept the darkness he had harbored all his life. That did nothing to ease the pain. If anything, Harry was reminded of the walk to his own death in the forest: once again, Harry knew that he was throwing his life away, that he was moving towards his own demise, and he also knew that it was the right thing to do, that it was what he had to do, that it was the only thing he could do. Ginny deserved nothing less than the whole truth, even if it meant the end of the dream he had cherished without admitting it to anyone, let alone himself - the dream of a world after Voldemort in which he could enjoy some happiness. That dream was now dying.

“I understand if you are angry. I understand if you want nothing more to do with someone so tainted and so... evil.”

The last word struck Ginny’s heart like lightning, and the memory of a conversation she had had five years ago came back to her as clearly as if it had been yesterday.

“Harry, look at me.”

Harry’s green eyes met Ginny’s brown for a long moment. They shone with such emotion now that for a second Harry felt almost crushed by the power of that gaze.

“You’re not evil, Harry, you never were.”

Harry was stunned: this was not what he had expected. How could she not understand?

“But the Horcrux...” Did he dare hope? “How can you be so sure?”

“You are not evil, you were never the Horcrux that was inside you. You are Harry, and that is enough.”

There was a pause, then Ginny continued:

“I know the evil that is Riddle better than anyone, Harry. I lived with him in my head for a year. I know what it’s like.”

“It’s not the same, Gin,” Harry interrupted. “You didn’t grow up with him inside you. What if he has distorted the way I see the world, my opinions, my feelings?”

Ginny saw the fear and terror in Harry’s eyes, glistening with tears he refused to let fall. The memory of their conversation after the Chamber became clearer and Ginny knew what she had to do.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” came his immediate reply.

“Then answer me one question, Harry.” He nodded and she came closer. “Do you remember what Dumbledore told you? Do you remember what it is that Riddle doesn’t understand, the power he knows not, that is stronger than any evil?”

“Love,” Harry whispered, and Ginny nodded encouragingly.

“And now answer one last question, Harry, now that I have the words,” The silence lasted a heartbeat. “Can you love?”

Harry looked into Ginny’s eyes and felt like he was drowning. Her gaze was hard and bright and he sank into it. Harry thought of the nights he had spent looking at a dot on the Marauder’s Map, he remembered the summer she had pulled him out of his depression over Sirius, he thought of the kiss on his seventeenth birthday, the memory of which had been like a Patronus to him in the hardest moments of the Horcrux hunt.

Harry understood and could not hold back a tear. A feeling unlike any he had ever felt erupted in his chest and grew until it reached his lips.

“Yes, I think I can love.”

“Show me.”

As his lips brushed hers, Harry tried to express in that kiss all that words could no longer say.

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Written for @hinnymicrofic September 12, 2023

Evil

Part 1:

Harry looked up at Fawkes, grateful for his intervention. He was the real hero who had saved them down here in the Chamber of Secrets. He was about to grab his tail and let him take them away when he felt something tugging at his sleeve.

It was Ginny. Harry was startled for a moment; after a few anguished words to explain that it was Tom, not her, who had opened the Chamber and unleashed the Basilisk, Ginny had fallen into an embarrassed and, Harry thought, pained and thoughtful silence.

He turned to look at her. She did not meet his gaze, but looked down, her eyes shining with tears she refused to let fall. Her voice was barely above a whisper:

"What if I have become evil after what happened with the diary? What if I keep hurting people, what if it happens again?" Now the tears fell, impossible to hold back.

"You're not evil," Harry said immediately, without hesitation.

"How can you be so sure?" Ginny's voice was somewhere between doubt and hope. Harry crouched down, their eyes now at the same level.

"Ginny, look at me."

Ginny's brown eyes met Harry's green ones for a long moment.

"Do you trust me?" Harry asked without looking away. Ginny nodded immediately.

"You are not evil. You are... you are Ginny, and that's enough," Harry said simply.

For the first time since he had saved her, a small smile appeared on Ginny's face. "Yes, it's enough."

Harry stood up and turned back to Fawkes. Ginny's eyes remained on him as he grabbed the phoenix's tail. As her arms tightened around him for the climb out of the chamber, Ginny tried to express in that embrace all that words could not yet say.

Stay tuned for part 2!

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Written for @hinnymicrofic September 10, 2023

Pet

“Absolutely not."

“Come on, Harry!"

“I adamantly refuse to call our dog Woofwaffle.”

“Well, listen, he woofs and he’s the color of a waffle. He reminds me of one,” Ginny argued. Harry sighed, and looked around:

“Well, I think we should all decide on a name together.” Yes, that was a good strategy. “What does the family think?”

“I think it’s a very ‘Mum’ name, if you know what I mean,” James Sirius said amusedly.

“I think it’s rather stupid, actually,” Albus Severus added.

“I think it’s cute!” Lily Luna interrupted immediately.

“Yes, it is, Lily dear! It’s a very cute name for a very cute dog!” Ginny beamed.

Harry started to break out in a cold sweat. When the two females in the house teamed up, the situation suddenly became more dangerous.

“Oh, come on, we know that Mum always wins arguments in the end anyway!” James interjected.

“No, she doesn’t!” Harry embarrassedly tried to defend himself.

“And we know what she offers to convince you,” Albus added in a flat tone, “It’s amazing how manipulable you are when the hormones kick in.”

“Albus!” snapped Ginny, “Not in front of Lily Luna!”

“Hypocrite!” snapped Lily, suddenly indignant, “Weren’t you the one who complained that your brothers always treated you like a little girl?”

“Okay, okay, everyone calm down,” Harry intervened. He had seen the fights between Ginny and Lily, and as much as he privately thought they were a sight to behold and amused him like few things in the world, now was the time to de-escalate. Unfortunately, there was only one way to do that.

“Woofwaffle it is, then!”

Ginny and Lily, oblivious to the earlier tension, squealed with excitement and hugged each other. James’ “I told you so” could be heard behind them. Albus just shrugged, while Woofwaffle barked, apparently pleased with his new name.

All was well, mostly.

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Written for @hinnymicrofic. September 9, 2023

Scent

Harry Potter was dead tired. With his last ounce of energy, he grabbed a handful of Floo powder, threw it into the fireplace at the Ministry and landed, not without some difficulty, at his house. The only good thing about the day was that it was Quidditch off-season, so he would enjoy a quiet evening with Ginny, sitting on the couch, just cuddling.

As soon as he arrived, he noticed a strange scent in the air, like that of...

Before he could even think what it was, a red ball pounced on him, almost knocking him to the ground. Ginny wrapped her hands around his neck:

“Harry, you’re back!”

He smiled and Ginny kissed him. Harry found that he actually had some energy left and responded to the kiss. He sighed between her lips, the scent of flowers that was so unmistakably Ginny, combined with a faint scent of Quidditch (she must have been practicing) enveloped him and Harry drowned all the problems, pains, and worries of the day in the kiss.

They broke apart and the other scent hit him again. With it came the revelation:

“You made treacle tart!”

“Of course I did, come and get some.”

Ginny smiled, maybe a little too much. Harry noticed she was also fiddling with the bracelet Luna had gifted her. He did not move.

“Well, what is it?” Ginny asked.

Harry raised an eyebrow:

“You know I’m the only Weasley you could never lie to.”

For a second, her smile became more genuine, then Ginny blushed, taking Harry back years when she was just a cute little girl who had a crush on him. Harry also smiled at the memory.

“Okay, okay, I didn’t make treacle tart. But I really wanted to make it. I mean, I had it all planned, it was my idea. It’s just that I wanted to work out a little too, to keep fit, and then it got late, and then I tried to make it, but I couldn’t figure it out, and it came out a mess, so I called Mum, and she... gave me a hand, that’s all.” Ginny rambled.

“She gave you a hand by making it.”

“Well, yes, by making it, but I swear, the idea...”

Harry interrupted her, planting his lips on hers once more.

“I love you. Thank you for the surprise. You know it’s the thought that counts for me.”

Harry looked at her lovingly, then slowly a grin spread across his face and his eyes shone mischievously.

“I knew right away it wasn’t your doing. The scent was too good.”

Harry found he still had some energy left as he ran, dodging Ginny’s spells as she followed him around the house.

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Written for @hinnymicrofic. September 7, 2023

Moonlight

Ginny put on her nightgown and finally decided to get up. Tonight was one of those nights. Nightmares of the Chamber had become less and less frequent, but every now and then they still surprised her and took her back a year and a half. Much had changed since then, and it was no longer the time to dwell on the past. With a determined frown, she descended the stairs of the girls’ dormitory and headed for the common room. She had expected to find it empty at this time of night, but she was wrong.

The moonlight illuminated a lone figure perched on the windowsill. A white-blue hue fell on his black hair and reflected in his green eyes. They were hovering over the grounds and even from a distance, Ginny could see a vein of sadness in them. Harry was sitting there, alone, in the middle of the night. He was probably brooding over the fact that no one believed he had not entered the Triwizard Tournament. It had been a few weeks since the Goblet had chosen him as the fourth champion, and there was still no sign of a thaw between Harry and her brother. Ginny gathered her courage:

“My brother is a prat, you know that, right?”

Harry turned his head, visibly startled. For a moment the moonlight painted an expression of surprise, then his lips curled into a faint smile.

Harry saw Ginny come forward. Even in the dim light, he could see that her eyes were a little puffy. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. He had no idea if he would be indiscreet, but then he reasoned that Ginny was a Weasley, and after all they had done for him, the least he could do was make sure she was okay.

“Nightmares?”

“Sometimes, you know...”

“I know.”

Ginny climbed onto the windowsill beside him, without touching him. Their eyes did not meet, but they both looked out at Hagrid’s hut, the forest and the quidditch pitch. Everything seemed asleep in the moonlight, oblivious to their nightmares and fears.

They talked for a long time. Or rather, Ginny talked, laughing with Harry about all the times she had argued with Ron for the stupidest little things and they had stopped talking to each other. The longest had lasted most of the summer between Harry’s first and second year. Ginny had been furious that Ron had not answered her letters all year, and the two had only started talking again after Ron had gone to rescue Harry from the Dursleys. Harry smiled as he remembered Ron coming to pick him up on a flying car.

After an indeterminate amount of time, a comfortable silence had fallen over them. Ginny was outright yawning and Harry was leaning heavily against the window frame. It was Ginny who moved first.

“Well, I guess it’s time to call it a night”.

Before heading back to her dormitory, she turned back to Harry:

“He’ll come to his senses, Harry, I’m sure. Good night.”

“Good night, Ginny.”

Harry watched as the last ray of moonlight painted a strange play of colors on Ginny’s hair, like a fire immersed in deep, dark water.

Harry smiled. Maybe he was not alone after all.

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