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Little Moments That Pass Us By Chapter 8

First Night - July 1998

This chapter is the reason this lovely story is rated M, that’s my only warning ;)

Time for a little spice. I hope you all like it!

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When Ginny pressed him back into the sofa cushion, Harry lost all conscious thought. He didn’t think about how he was at the Burrow, or how Ginny’s parents were just three floors above them. All that mattered was the way Ginny’s lips felt on his, how her legs straddled his lap, and how her fingers were knotted in his hair.

It was incredible how she felt. Everything about Ginny was fantastic. After everything he’d been through, Ginny had supported him. Been a shoulder to lean on. She was the only person Harry had felt comfortable talking to. Truly talk too. After the things he’d done over the previous year… the things he’s learned over the last few years… Ginny was his confidant. And he was hers. He’d held her close as she described the things she’d been forced to endure at the hands of the Carrows. She’d told him about her fears during the last three years, and he fears for the future. Harry wiped away her tears after she’d cried over Fred’s grave.

And all of that had led them to be here. They found emotional comfort in each other, but also found passion in each other's bodies. Since that first kiss after he’d fled her bedroom they’d reconnected. Sneaking outside to find quiet corners to be with each other. Snogging, talking, touching.

Over the last few months, they’d gotten up to more than they had at Hogwarts. Getting to see Ginny take off her bra again had been incredible, but then getting to slide his hand into her shorts and feel her heat… getting to help her reach her climax, his fingers being what set her over the edge… that had been one of the best moments of his life. That moment had been knocked from the pedestal when Ginny had gone down on him for the first time, which had been superseded when he had gone down on her five minutes later.

Typically, they were cautious about where they did things. Even with Ron and Hermione in Australia, the Burrow was a hub of people and the fear of getting caught by brothers or mothers was strong. But tonight, there was something that was making them throw caution to the wind.

Harry couldn’t put it into words. The moment Ginny had come to gently kiss him, he’d instantly needed more. He’d pulled her into his lap and deepened the kiss well past anything they’d done in the public sitting room.

“Harry,” Ginny moaned his name in one of the hottest whispers he’d ever heard. It was enough to pull him out of the drugged state Ginny’s kisses had sent him. Or maybe it was the way her fingers had gone under his shirt and were dipping lower.

And there was that insatiable need. Her hands on him, the feeling of her sucking lightly at his bottom lip… it made his normally cautious and polite attitude disappear. His hands came up to run along her sides, trailing until they found the hem of her shirt. It was up and over her head before Ginny could make a noise of surprise. Her bra clasp was undone a second later and Harry had lowered his head so he could kiss her hardening nipples.

“Merlin, Harry,” Ginny whispered, a tone of surprise and what Harry thought was awe. It flattered and made his male pride roar in delight. “I knew you were good at that, but this could have gotten you into a world record book.”

Harry chucked against her chest, loving the way she shivered and arched into his warm breath. “You know what they say when people have the right encouragement.”

Now it was Ginny’s turn to laugh. “Oh really? And pray tell, what else might you be encouraged to do?”

“I’m sure between the two of us we can come up with some great idea,” Harry said, pausing to kiss his way to her other breast. “But right now —”

His sentence was cut off by the sound of creaking floorboards a story above them. They both froze. Ginny’s hands were tightly locked in Harry’s hair. Harry’s lips hovering just above her left nipple, his fingers halfway into the back of her shorts. They waited with bated breath, listening. Harry could feel his heart racing a mile a minute as he prayed her parents were simply visiting the loo and not coming down for a late-night cuppa.

After the longest two minutes of his life, Harry heard the sound of the water running through the old pipes and then the sounds of the same floorboards creaking as the person wandered back the way they came.

“Bloody hell,” Ginny muttered, her shoulders falling as the tension seemed to ooze out her system. “That could have been bad.”

For his part, Harry couldn’t relax. It was all hitting him at full force what they’d been doing and where. “Merlin, Gin. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have — in the sitting room — I don’t know what I was —”

Ginny cut off his ramblings with a hot, hard kiss. Her fingers tightened in his hair as she kept him close to her. “Take me to bed, Potter.”

Everything in Harry’s system buzzed at those words. His blood started to heat and his already tight pants seemed to get worse. “What?”

“You heard me,” Ginny said, her eyes blazing like a fire. She got up from his lap, holding out a hand to help him off the sofa. “Take me to bed.”

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Harry didn’t know what to do with his hands. Hell, he didn’t know what to do with any of his body parts. He just stood there like a statue after Ginny had shut her bedroom door behind them.

Their discarded shirts (and her bra) were bundled in his hands, and he just stood there holding them. He swore his body had gone numb as he watched Ginny (a topless Ginny) move around her room. He was only half aware of what she was doing, but he was fully aware of her (and her hard nipples). She’d locked the door, he was certain of that. The rest of her movement was lost on him as his brain started jumping from one thought to the next.

“Hey.” Ginny’s soft voice right in front of him made Harry’s vision come back into focus. She was standing right in front of him, her small hand resting lightly on his forearm. “About what happened downstairs —”

Instantly Harry jumped to apologize. “I’m sorry I pushed so far. It wasn’t… I shouldn’t have done that… Right where anyone could…” He was rambling like a nervous child about to get scolded by the headmaster. Harry didn’t want Ginny to think that he’d ever take advantage of her, especially not in her parent's sitting room. “Gin, I would never —”

Ginny’s index finger cut him off as she pressed it hard to his lips. “Harry, stop.” He pressed his lips together to keep his ramblings at bay. “Look at me, Harry.”

He lifted his eyes to look into hers. He expected to see anger, maybe annoyance. At least disappointment at his foolish actions. Instead, all he saw was heat… desire. Her tongue came out to run along her bottom lip.

“Good, now just shut up and kiss me.”

He hesitated for at least five seconds. A solid five seconds where his mind and body were both too surprised to comprehend what she’d said. Then the bundle of clothing was landing on the floor with a soft thud, and his arms were around her waist.

The moment his lips were on hers, Harry was lost. Lost in her. The feel of her. The taste of her. It was everything.

Her body pressed hard into his as her hands roamed from his back to his hips. It wasn’t until her fingers were at the button of his jeans that Harry’s mind started working again. He pulled away from her tantalizing mouth. His lungs filled with much-needed oxygen as he stared at her. “Gin?”

She met his gaze with a determined look. “Harry.” Her fingers stayed on his button.

Harry sucked in a deep breath, before swallowing hard. Her message was clear. Actions spoke louder than words and her actions were practically screaming. She was just waiting for his approval. She was making sure he was ready.

And fuck was he ever.

With speed that would impress a cheetah, Harry recaptured her lips. She moaned into his mouth as he opened his mouth to hers. He felt it when Ginny’s fingers resumed their quest. He nearly hissed as she pulled the zipper down.

“Okay?” Her words were muffled against his mouth.

“Fuck yes.” The hoarse whisper slipped out without a second thought.

Ginny's deep chuckle went straight to his dick. If he’d had any blood left in his head, it had just all completely moved south as had her fingers. Ginny’s small hands had completely removed him from his jeans and were making their way back to the waistband of his boxers.

Harry’s eyes closed on their own accord. Fuck it all felt so incredible. They’d done this before, hell they’d done more than this before, but for some reason, it felt different tonight. It was… there was more.

When her fingers wrapped around the head of his cock, Harry’s eyes shot open. Ginny was grinning at him. That grin alone turned him on just as much as her touch. She kept her movements slow at first, but when Harry’s hips jerked into her ministrations.

Harry gritted his teeth, trying to gain back some control. It felt so fucking amazing, but yet… Harry wanted more. He wanted her to be naked too. Hell, he wanted to be hovering over her, their bodies pressed tightly together.

Without a second thought, he took her face into his hands and kissed her hard. Ginny gasped in surprise, her hand pausing and eventually falling away from his cock. With his hands still cupping her face, Harry took the first step toward the bed. Ginny easily fell into step, walking backward until the back of her legs bumped into the mattress.

She fell onto her back, bouncing a little before he crawled over her. Harry didn’t hesitate finding her lips again. His hands moved to slide along her sides, finding her sensitive nipples. Harry lowered his lips to her neck and sucked hard at the sensitive skin. Ginny let out a surprised gasp as her fingers dug into his back. He could feel her nails pressing hard into his skin. That was the tipping point.

Harry nipped at the pulse point pounding in her neck. “Ginny, I want — I want — ”

“I want you to make love to me, Harry.”

Ginny’s confident words came out steady, interrupting his garbled attempts to say the same thing. His head came away from the crook in her neck so he could look into her eyes. Her eyes were locked on his, and the bright fire in them set his skin aflame.

He could see the certainty in her dark eyes. See it in the small smile curling her lips. So he leaned down to kiss her, letting her fingers curl into his hair as she pushed her tongue into her mouth.

Everything in his body thrummed with adrenaline and anticipation. He didn’t know what he was doing, other than he would let her lead him. Breaking their kiss, Harry started trailing his mouth down. Starting at her chin, neck, collar bone, the center of her chest, her left breast, and her right breast. Harry let her noises and reactions decide where he’d spend more time and when he’d continue down to his goal. He pressed a hot open mouthed kiss just above the button of her trousers before his fingers until the clasp and tugged down the zipper.

Ginny lifted herself from the mattress so he was able to slide her trousers and knickers completely off her body. Harry didn’t look away from Ginny long enough to know where he tossed her clothing. Her soft laughter reverberated around the small room. It was one of the best sounds in the world to Harry. He kissed her stomach again, loving the way her body squirmed as if being tickled. Then he went lower. Her soft moans thrilled him. She was hot and wet, so ready for him.

Harry teased her with his tongue, enjoying the way she sighed his name when he reached the spot she craved him. He added one finger. Then a second. He made sure to keep up her ministrations as she writhed under him. Not willing to stop for anything until she came.

“Fuck, Harry, right there. Don’t stop. That’s perfect, don’t —” Ginny’s words became garbled as her body became overwhelmed. Harry followed her instructions as she went over the edge, her cries loud in the late night.

When she fell back into the mattress, her breathing heavy, Harry moved back up her body.

“Holy shit,” Ginny muttered as Harry pressed a kiss to the underside of her jaw. “You truly are getting way too good at that.”

He chuckled. “I had a good teacher.”

She lifted a hand to tilt his chin so she could kiss him. “I’m just hoping my parents are truly asleep or they’ll know how good you are at that.”

Harry could feel his cheeks heating. He lifted himself nearly completely off her. With a quick motion, he reached into his loosened jeans in search of his wand. “Fucking silencing charm.”

Ginny laughed as he cast the spell. “We were a bit distracted to remember it.” She cleared her throat. “While you’re at it, can you cast the contraceptive charm?”

His heart rate picked up as her request registered in his mind. He turned his attention back to her and saw determination and desire in her expression. Taking a deep breath, Harry turned his wand to himself, muttering the incantation under his breath. Ginny's lips curled into a satisfied smirk.

Her hand came up to curl around his neck, pulling him back down over her. Her lips brushed just under his ear as she whispered. “Take off your trousers, Harry.” Then she nipped at his earlobe, sending a shock wave of desire down his body.

Without hesitation, Harry reached down to push his loose trousers down his legs. The cuffs got caught around his ankles, but he didn’t care how ridiculous he looked as he struggled to get them off. His boxers went to the floor much easier.

They were both completely bare. Harry hovered over her as she smiled at him. His heart pounded a brutal pace against his ribs but when Ginny pulled him back to her lips with pressure on his neck Harry forgot about everything but her. The way she brushed her tongue along his lips, how incredible her chest felt against his, and the heat that emanated between them.

Harry didn’t try to speak as he lowered a hand to guide himself into her. He kept his movements slow, giving her every chance to pull away or tell him no, but she didn’t. Instead, she lifted her hips from the mattress, making it easier for him.

The second he entered her, Harry nearly lost it. He’d thought she’d felt incredible before, but this… this was… he couldn’t think of words. Hell, he couldn’t think much at all. It took all his concentration to keep moving slowly. Harry was only slightly aware that his breathing had become heavy as he clenched his jaw in focus.

Ginny’s hand came up to cup his cheek. He looked into her face, needing to see she was okay, that he wasn’t hurting her. His chest tightened at the look of pure affection on her face. The soft smile gracing her lips was perfection.

Fuck, she was perfection.

He stopped when he felt resistance. Ginny, however, didn’t hesitate. Her hands came down to grip his ass, giving him a squeeze. “Don’t stop, Harry.” Her voice was an octave lower and was just as tempting as her body. Her body was so warm and soft under him. Merlin, it would take a stronger man than him to resist anything Ginny Weasley asked of him.

Pressing forward he cringed at the intake of breath that came from Ginny. He froze again. His mind and body were at war. Well, one particular part of his body to be precise, but Harry refused to let his dick be in charge. He held himself over her, letting her adjust. Harry pressed his face into her neck, breathing in the mixture of sweet flowers and sweat. His lips moved on their own accord, gently nipping at her skin as her breathing steadied.

“Move, Harry.”

Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and again he instantly followed her orders. He moved slowly. Pulling back and pushing forward. Back and forward. The feeling was like nothing he’d ever experienced. It was taking all his willpower not to explode in the first few thrusts. But when she let out a satisfied groan his brain nearly shut off completely. He looked down into her blazing eyes and was gone.

He was lost in her, lost in the way her body gripped him. Harry managed one last thrust before it was over. He came down from his orgasm slowly, his senses returning to him one at a time. First was smell (sweat and her amazing flowery scent), touch (her fingers caressing his back), and finally sight (red hair and flushed skin).

Slowly he lifted his body above her, taking in her face. The smile curling her lips was so sweet it made his heart flutter. Her hand came up to cup his jaw. She lifted up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. As she lay back, Harry watched her sweet smile turn into a coy grin. “Well, Potter, I’m glad to see your stamina isn’t just for quidditch or catching bad guys.”

He felt his brows lift high into his damp hair, his own lips curling to match hers. “What can I say, I live to please you, darling”

Her little hum of satisfaction sent pride coursing throughout his body. “I’ll say.” When her head rested on his chest, Harry’s eyes closed in serenity. He was asleep before Ginny’s whispered words of love reached him.

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seriouslysam8 · 14 days

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Brumous Early Update!

Chapter Sixty: Through the Cracks

Here's the chapter a day early! I was extremely anxious to share this chapter with you guys!

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sophie-hatter-jenkins · 6 months

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Match

Written for @hinnymicrofic November 2023 - Prompt 6

“Explain to me again why we can’t just send up sparks with our wands?” asked Harry, exasperated.

It was the 5th of November, 2011, a cold, soggy, late-autumn evening, the sort of evening where the damp saturates the air and feels like it will seep into your bones. Frankly, after a week squatting in bushes staking out a suspected illegal redcap fighting ring, the last thing he wanted to be doing was messing about in the bushes of his own back garden, setting out Muggle fireworks.

“No!” called Ginny, from the warmth of the kitchen. “This is a Muggle thing! I want the full Muggle experience!”

He twisted around to shoot her an irritated glance, but the sight of her, framed in the doorway, with James to her left, Albus to her right, and Lily balanced her hip, chased his annoyance away.

“Will they go bang, Dad,” asked James, practically bouncing with excitement.

“Yeah, they’ll go bang.”

Albus looked worried. “But not too loud, right?”

“You can stay behind the silencing charm with me and Lily, if you like,” offered Ginny.

“No!” The word spilt quickly from Albus’s mouth, but not quickly enough to stop James turning to laugh at him.

“Silencing charms are for babies!” he giggled.

“I’m not a baby,” pouted Albus. But, Harry noticed, he hugged himself tighter into Ginny's side.

“Don’t tease your brother!” she told James, reaching down to put her arm around her younger son.

But James wasn’t listening. “Tell us again about that guy called Fawkes, Dad,” he shouted, venturing a few paces down the garden.

Harry smiled. “Guy Fawkes, mate. It’s called Guy Fawkes night. He tried to blow up the Houses of Parliament, with his friends,” he explained, as he finished laying the last of the fireworks. “But he got caught. And now, every year on the 5th of November, Muggles in Britain set off fireworks to remember it. Sometimes they light big bonfires too.”

James’s eyes widened. “Muggles are mental.”

“What’s the Houses of Parliament?” asked Albus, from the safety of Ginny’s side.

“It’s basically the Ministry of Magic, but for Muggles.” Harry stood up, and surveyed his handiwork, hands on his hips.

“Silencing charm?” asked Ginny, drawing her wand.

“Yep!” he told her, pulling a box of matches from his pocket. “We’re ready! James, stand back please.” But when he went to strike a match against the box, nothing happened. He tried another match, and another, but the same thing happened.

Ginny frowned. “What’s going on?”

“Erm. Slight technical hitch.” Harry looked a bit sheepish as he walked back up to the house. “The matches are damp.”

“So?” she gave him a quizzical look, lips quirking into a hint of a smile.

“So… it might not be quite the full Muggle experience,” he told her, ruefully. “That okay?”

“I reckon I’ll live.” She reached up and pressed a kiss to his lips.

James made a retching noise. “Yuck! Smooching!”

Ignoring him, Ginny pulled back and grinned wickedly at her husband. “What?” he asked, immediately suspicious.

“You know, it occurred to me, that if Guy Fawkes tried to blow up the Houses of Parliament, and the Houses of Parliament are basically the Muggle Ministry of Magic, does that make you the Wizarding Guy Fawkes?”

“Hey!” he protested, with a laugh. “I accept that I caused quite a bit of damage, but I never tried to actually blow it up! And, y’know, I didn’t exactly get caught as such either.”

“True,” she conceded, still grinning. “So come on then, Potter - are you going to get the show on the road? Or do I have to do everything around here?”

Harry shook his head in amusement and drew his wand, while Ginny and Lily retreated behind the silencing charm, closely followed (Harry noticed) by not just Albus but James too.

“Inflamare!”

Casting the ignition spell at the first firework with Auror-honed accuracy, Harry watched as moments later, the first rocket soared into the air and burst high above the garden in a burst of coloured sparks. Again and again, he sent the little fireballs down the garden, striking each firework in turn, but after that first explosion, Harry stopped watching them. Instead, he turned to his family, drinking in the wide-eyed wonder on the face of his children.

He was so intent on it that at first, he didn’t notice that Ginny wasn’t watching the fireworks either, but eventually, he looked up, and saw that she was focused entirely on him, watching him, watching them. Now, her smile was broad and warm, and her eyes blazed as she spoke to him. He couldn’t hear her words from behind the silencing charm, but he didn’t need to to know what she was saying.

Instead, he sent another tiny fireball down the garden, and returned her smile.

“I love you too, Gin.”

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nikeshady-blog · 8 months

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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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diana-bookfairchild · 19 days

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come morning light

A Hogwarts era Hinny fic where James and Lily Potter live.

Entering her fifth year, Ginny Weasley just wants to play quidditch, get decent OWL scores, have fun and perhaps most importantly, get over her far too long-standing crush on her brother's best friend. The Potter family, as lovely and annoying and trouble-finding as they are, clearly have other plans for her. Year of the OTP 2023 April and May Prompts: Canon Divergence, Seemingly Unrequited Love, "No, I'm not dating your brother", Sunshine, Flower Language

Read Chapter 1 here!

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hinnyweasley · 11 months

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Hinny Smut Masterlist

better than firewhiskey

all I want for christmas

rougher

light magic

let go

Harry’s happiest christmas

a taste of victory

shiver

endurance

a snitch in time

all the way

the sea spills violently onto the shore, my love

all these things we do

need more

and if it’s sweeter, I’ma eat it til I get sugar diabetes

three times

a soft place to land

midnight

a lesson overheard

rough

firewhiskey & happy endings

fantasies

Harry’s need

staying

the morning after

chicken sandwiches and firewhiskey

later

reminder

deserving

peace

unwinding after work

homerun

perks of the job

meeting at midnight

let’s spend the night together

the thunderstorm

of recklessness and water

17, clumsy, and shy

slit.

#hinny #hinny fanfic #hinny fic #smut #hinny smut

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takearisk-xo · 9 days

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THE PATH FROM YOU Chapter 19

Lingering in the pleasant glow of half-consciousness, Harry let out a noise somewhere between a sigh and a grunt. The pillow beneath his cheek was lumpy, but comfortable, low light filtered through his eyelids, and a pleasant warmth was fitted against his chest. He tightened his hold around the soft skin and it—she—stiffened slightly.

read on ao3: chapter 1 // chapter 19

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secretkeeper13 · 11 months

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Blue

June 1 prompt for @hinnymicrofic. Short and angsty (who am I even)?

When the sun rises over Hogwarts on May 3, the sky is blue.

Not just any blue, a pure, crisp azure. Cloudless. Not the faintest whisp of white or smudge of grey.

It’s endless, brilliant blue.

Fires still smolder on the grounds amidst piles of ash and soot. Light spills through the gaping holes in the castle walls, illuminating the dark red stains. Crisp, white sheets cover the bodies.

Children died here last night, but the sky doesn’t care.

It reminds him of those balmy days last June. Of stolen hours by the lake. Of her lips, her hair.

It’s wrong today. All wrong.

He resists the urge to scream. To rage against the sky, of all things.

He’s not really angry with the sky, after all. The person he’s angry with is dead, gone- along with Fred. Remus. Tonks. Collin.

Bile rises in his throat. His hands grip the banister at the bottom of the staircase. He’s meant to go into the Great Hall, but he stands, frozen in the entrance hall, crumbling like the statues around him.

“Harry.”

Her voice. It’s gentle, but he hears the crack.

He turns. She’s there, skin pale like the marble of the stairs, hair bright copper. Beautiful and broken.

“I came down to find you.” His voice is thick, raspy. He hardly recognizes it.

She throws herself forward. His arms wrap around her, holding her tightly, her cheek pressed against his chest. His lips graze the top of her hair.

They don’t speak, the only sound their ragged, shuddering breaths.

He doesn’t know how much time passes.

Eventually, his arms slacken, afraid of crushing her.

“Let’s go outside,” she murmurs into his chest.

Her hand slips into his. They pass through the great oak door, splintered but not broken.

The sky is blue. Bright, so beautiful it’s blinding.

Just like her.

#hinny #hinny microfic #hinny fanfic #post-battle angst

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rewritingcanon · 3 months

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this is very much peak post-epilogue ginny weasley @ the daily prophet in days after death

#chap 14 specifically #she hates her job guyz someone save herrrrr 😭😭😭#mr dingy watch out #ginny weasley #ginny potter #harry potter #hp #hinny #hpcc #cursed child #my fics #days after death #idc i want to post fic content now because i am swathed in self imposed homework #hpng #hp nextgen #hinny fanfic #harry potter and the cursed child #rewriting

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celtics534 · 1 year

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Little Moments That Pass Us By Chapter 3

It’s been a hot minute, but I’m finally posting chapter 3! I’m sorry for the wait, but I’m gonna be trying to update more and enjoy writing again. I hope you all love this chapter. As I’m sure you’ll guess from the title, it’s set during the iconic common kiss.

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First Kiss - May 1997

Ginny stood beside Demelza, her butterbeer warming on the table beside her. The common room was loud and hectic. Between the excited cheers and heart-pounding music, Ginny could hardly hear her friend. If she was being honest, Ginny wasn’t sure she would have been able to focus on a word being said to her. Not when her attention kept drifting towards the portrait hole.

To where Harry could walk through any moment.

She knew it was pathetic to literally be watching the door for him, but Ginny wanted to see his face when he realized they’d won. When he realized she won for him. Well… not just for him, because being the reason Cho Chang threw her broom to the ground was gratifying. But really she wanted to give Harry a reason to smile again. He’d been so down since that incident with Malfoy that it made Ginny’s heart ache for him.

Ginny didn’t know all the details, but she knew Harry had regretted whatever he’d done and yet, he kept punishing himself. She’d noticed how before the bathroom incident, Harry had been hanging around her. It was hard to miss the lingering looks and awkward flirty comments he’d made to her. And it would be a lie if she said she didn’t like it.

Hell, she loved it.

After all these years, and Harry finally seemed to notice she was a girl. So she’d leaned into it, not that it was a hardship. She’d always fancied him, but this year there had just been such a shift between them that it was practically overwhelming. One look from those intense green eyes and her heart was stuttering. When his hand had so naturally fallen on her knee while they sat in the common room had turned her into putty.

There had been a moment before the Malfoy incident where Ginny had thought something might happen. They had been walking back up to the castle after a long practice. Ron had forgotten his knapsack in the changing room, leaving Harry and Ginny to walk alone. They’d spent the time joking, and what Ginny would consider flirting. Harry had been grinning at her as she re-enacted one of her more spectacular goals. She’d turned around so she was walking backward, not paying any mind to the ground. Which was why she’d tripped on an uneven step and nearly fallen flat on her back. Harry’s fast reflexes had saved her. He’d grabbed her wrist and pulled her back up, but his strength was greater than expected, as he’d pulled her straight into his chest. Her cheek had fallen over his heart, which thundered against his ribs. She’d been able to feel her own racing heart as she started to pull away with an apology on the tip of her tongue… which had died when she looked up into his face. The way he’d been looking at her… it was like she was the most beautiful thing in the world. He’d started to lean down, and Ginny had started to rise onto her toes when Ron’s voice had broken the spell between them. They’d both shot back as her brother had sprinted towards them yelling something about wanting dinner.

Ginny had been certain that after years of never dreaming it, Harry finally fancied her. But then Harry had pulled back after the whole Malfoy thing. And for some twisted reason, Ginny had gotten it in her head that if they won the cup that… that well she didn’t really know what her imagination had started coming up with some rather interesting ideas as she lay in bed at night.

“Ginny?” Demelza slapped her shoulder hard enough Ginny felt the sting.

She glared at her friend. “What was that for?”

Demelza rolled her eyes. “I’ve literally been talking to you for five minutes and you haven’t heard a word I’ve said. Listen, I can guarantee when Harry shows up you’ll know, so stop watching the door like a lovesick puppy.”

Ginny bristled. “I’m not a lovesick puppy… I just want to make sure Harry knows we won.”

“Oh, and the fact the entire house is celebrating won’t give that away?”

“I — I guess I want to be the one to tell him.”

Demelza’s expression softened. “You’ve got it bad, girl. And to be fair so does he so you two are perfect for each other.” Demelza rested a hand on Ginny’s shoulder. “Listen, when Harry arrives the entire common room will greet him, but you… you should run straight up to him and be the first to hug him.”

Ginny nodded slowly. “Yeah, I’ll hug him and congratulate him.”

“Then drag him out of here and snog him senseless.”

“Demelza!” Ginny laughed.

“What?!” Demelza lifted her hands in a gesture of innocence. “The tension between you two could be cut with a knife. Really, you’d be doing all of us a favor… well, except maybe your brother.”

Their laugher was loud, even for the rambunctious common room. Ginny was about to make a cheeky comment when a loud cry came from the entranceway. Harry was slowly walking in, his expression wary. Ginny’s focus tunneled on him. She could see the way his nerves quickly evaporated as he took in the excited crowd. Ron was standing there with the cup still gripped tightly in his hands.

Without realizing it, Ginny started following Demelza’s instructions. Her feet started carrying her to him. She pushed past people to reach him. When she was only a few yards away their eyes locked and Ginny was nearly stopped in her tracks. He was looking at her with that intensity that shot right to her gut.

When she reached him, Ginny wrapped her arms high around his neck, fully intending to pull him as close as possible. Before she knew what had happened, Harry had closed the gap between them and pressed his lips to hers.

His lips were slightly chapped as they uncertainly moved across hers. Ginny didn’t hold back. Her nails dug into his hair as she pressed herself closer to get a better angle. She lost track of everything by Harry, everything but the way his hands held the small of her back.

Eventually, they pulled away. Her entire body buzzed with energy as she tried to get her brain to come back to life. When Harry’s hand fell into hers, she looked into his hopeful expression. He jerked his head towards the exit and Ginny happily followed his lead.

Once the portrait hole shut behind them, Harry pulled them to the side, his bottom lip pulled into his teeth. “Gin, I’m sorry.”

Her heart sank into her stomach. Did he regret what just happened? Hadn’t he meant to kiss her?

As her mind started spiraling, Harry’s words broke through the blood rushing in her ears. “I didn’t mean to do that there. I had intended to ask you for a walk or something. I don’t know, I just… I didn’t intend to kiss you in front of everyone.”

Ginny blinked, the anxiety in her gut evaporating. She could feel a smile start to curl her lips. “So you meant to kiss me?”

Harry’s jaw dropped as he blinked in rapid-fire succession. “I — of course I did. I’d only been dreaming about it all bloody year.” His cheeks brightened as he snapped his mouth closed.

And just like that, Ginny felt like she was on top of the world. She brought her hand to his forearm, letting her finger slowly forge a trail across his skin. “All year, hm?”

When he let out a small choking noise Ginny looked up into his red face to see that his eyes were locked onto her exploring finger. “I mean — it wasn’t like —” He swallowed, his chin jerking up so fast she was worried he’d hurt his neck. His eyes were on hers as he started stumbling over his own tongue. “What I mean — I know you were with Dean, but — I just —”

Ginny had heard enough. Her hand that had been on his arm moved with lightning speed to the front of his robes, fisting them. “Harry.”

His bright eyes were wide as he stared at her. “Yeah?”

“Shut up.” She pulled him closer, rising onto her toes and kissing him hard.

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