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Ginny: [grinning flirtily] We would make such a hot couple.
Harry: Gin we're married.
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au where jily survived
harry introducing his new friends ron and hermione to lily and james and as soon as they leave, lily and james start betting about when they'd get together
james and lily having two more children
HUGE family dinners with the potters, weasleys and hermione
molly helping lily calm down when she thinks she fucked up something as a parent because molly has had that feeling with each of her 7 children and like i said, lily dear, it's nothing to worry about
arthur enthusiastically asking lily about muggles and how they live and have they really had ecklecticity for that long?
james and molly spending hours upon hours talking about fabian and gideon prewett and laughing about what the pair used to get up to
james respecting the shit out of arthur because he never let go of his pro-muggle ideals despite the shit the ministry gives him because of it and because he and molly raised 7 brave, kind and independent children on a government salary
lily being the only one who actually understands hermione because though both of them had parents who loved them unconditionally, there was always going to be a feeling of isolation and separation from them once they became a part of the wizarding world
lily making sure hermione's parents know about what's going on in the wizarding world (in general, not only about voldemort and all that) because they must know
lily and james regularly inviting the grangers over for tea and talking to them not only about the wizarding world but about other stuff as well, acting like they're just like any other parents of one of harry's friends, not making them feel out of place cause they're muggles, making them feel comfortable with them and the wizarding world
jily just knowing from the beginning that harry will fall for ginny in the end but acting surprised when harry writes home in his sixth year telling them that he and ginny are dating (sirius and remus owe them 5 galleons apiece)
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Can I Hug You?
Summary: Harry and Ginny reunite in the Great Hall after the Battle of Hogwarts. Mini One-Shot.
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The Great Hall was crowded, but all Harry could see was Ginny standing before him. She looked up to him, her light brown eyes filled with tears.
“I thought I’d never see you again.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but found he couldn’t. There was too much he wanted to say to her, so much he wanted to express… but no words came out.
She moved towards him gingerly, as if not believing he was truly there. She spoke in a soft whisper.
“Oh Harry... I thought you were dead.”
Every pair of eyes in the Great Hall were on him and he didn’t notice… it was like that moment where they kissed for the first time in the Gryffindor common room, a lifetime ago. The restless hall faded; the entire world went with it. All he could see was her... There was nobody else. There was never anybody else.
He needed her touch, to know that she was real, to know that she wasn’t going to be ripped away from him. He finally found the words he wanted to say.
“Gin… can I hug you?”
Ginny blinked, and gave him the ghost of a small smile.
“You don’t have to ask Harry. I’m always going to say yes.”
He felt a blush creep to his face, but it was comfortable and warm. It reminded him that he was still very much alive.
And so he pulled her into his arms. Harry held onto her so tightly, burying his head into her hair that still smelled so sweet. He never wanted to let her go. This embrace was the safest he could ever remember feeling.
He never wanted this moment to end, never wanted her to be away from him again, and yet he heard himself saying...
“You can always change your mind Gin.”
Ginny pulled away just enough to gaze up at him. Her eyes were filled with tears, and yet her look was burning. They both very well knew what he was talking about.
“It’s a lot,” he started. “I’m a lot. He’s gone, but it’ll always be… I’ll always be–”
Ginny put her hand gently over his mouth, and Harry felt the hairs raise on the back of his neck.
“I’m never changing my mind. Not ever.”
With this, Harry thought inexplicably of the moments before he thought his life was going to end, how his very last thoughts were of kissing the girl in front of him. Harry wanted so many things now that he had the rest of his life to live… and they could all be consolidated down to one person. Ginny.
“Me neither.” And without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her. That's how it always was.
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Harry and Ginny head-canons <3
Some light hearted ones:)
(Did i type this out while ao3 was down? YES)
Harry for sure sneaked in to Hogwarts under the invisibility cloak to see Ginny during the day (Imagine him in auror robes and her in the quidditch uniform!!!)
Harry befreinds a stray cat during one of his first missions, and gives it to Ginny during their first Christmas so that she can take it back to Hogwarts. The cat stays with them until James starts school. (Along with many other cats of course)
Ginny was recruited as a trainee for Harpies after her second match during the last year, where she managed to break a scoring record of 11 years. She trained while in school, going back and forth from Hogwarts to Holyhead, a few days a week.
Harry loved his job minus the paperwork. He was quite good at it and succeeded to make many new friends out of his coworkers.
Harry and Ginny always held hands. Like always. Some physical touch was a must if they are staying close together. And she had a habit of leaning her head on his shoulder whenever as well, cause it was MADE for their height difference.
They went on a lot of roadtrips after Harry bought a vintage car that was on sale. He taught Ginny to drive and she got her license at 19. Somehow she became a better driver than him by the end. They used the car to go on muggle trips and to drop the kids at muggle primary schools.
They had a very small wedding at the burrow garden. Very private and surrounded by close friends and family only. They later registers in the muggle way as well, alone at a small church.
Ginny would throw a fit whenever Harry decides to shave his beard but always ends up liking it.
She gets a lot of hand and shoulder cramps due to her physically demanding profession as a chaser. So Harry helps her around with whatever she needs, specially during the quidditch season. He loves coddling her even though she acts as if she hates it.
He ends up in St Mungos quite often as well. And every time, Ginny would scoop up with him in the bed side by side. This became a habit after the children as well, where she would extend the bed so that they can hop in together with him (without disturbing of course)
Want more head canons? Lmk:)
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(hinny angst)
“Stay,” she says, when he makes to move. She clutches his spent body to hers. The aftermath is a dreamlike state: she feels strangely light, like if she wanted, she could float away, and yet, the feeling of Harry on her, moors her to this world.
His face in her neck, her arms around him. The lights from the London traffic pressing on the ceiling of his bedroom. She traces the ridges of his spine delicately, the way you’d trace the topography of a long-forgotten, precious land.
“Okay,” he says now. “I’ll stay.”
“Okay,” she tells him. “Alright.” She can feel herself being lulled to sleep by the pattern of his exhalations.
She wants to fight the sleep. Scared, so scared he might leave again. Scared of the emptiness he will leave, if he goes. She doesn't think she can bear it, to have him go again. Like a kid, she needs assurance. She is suddenly needy.
“Will you really stay?” she asks him. Identical rivulets run down from the corner of her eyes. All her life, she has loved him. All her life, she will love him.
Harry can sense this dread inside her, perhaps. Can tell her pulse has accelerated.
“Gin,” he says. All this time, she’s been looking at the ceiling. “Gin.”
She looks at him.
“I’m staying, okay? I’m staying.”
“You won’t leave then? Again?”
Pain creases his face, and she wants to rub it off with her palms. Wants to wipe it and paint this beautiful, beautiful face with golden happiness.
“No. I’m here to stay.” He kisses her forehead. “Where else have I to go?” he asks her. He could be crying, too.
“What if I leave?” she breathes onto his lips. Because it is true, she is scared of herself, too.
“I’ll follow you. I’ll go wherever you go.”
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Re: hinny height difference and snuggles. I think about this a lot?!?! Ginny canonly seems to be fairly affectionate to the people she likes/trusts, and touch-starved Harry Potter cannot help himself when it comes to her. So it's just perpetual PDA egged on by the height difference.
IDK. It's just adorable in my head. This closed-off auror dude who saved the world just forgetting all the shit around and hugging his pocket-sized girlfriend/holding her hand/kissing her on the cheek or whatever. Ginny finding excuses to adjust his shirt collar or brush the hair off his face until she gives up all pretense and just puts her hand in the back pocket of his jeans.
Okay, I'm done now. That ask just enabled me to share my snuggle headcanon/word vomit.
no no. don't stop! keep going!
touch starved harry potter is sort of like my catnip? my greatest weakness? my roman empire? like ginny scratching her fingers through his hair and he chases the feeling like a god damn house cat?
how am i just supposed to go about my day when ginny is giving him goosebumps just by trailing her hand across the small of his back on her way to the kitchen sink? how am i supposed to concentrate on anything but dead asleep harry burying his entire face into the crook of her neck? how are we, as a society, supposed to cope with the fact that the world only makes sense to him when he is with her!?
HUH? HOW? BECAUSE I HAVEN'T FIGURED IT OUT YET!
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Cursed Child didn't happen because Ginny Potter's firstborn James Sirius would've never teased his little brother past the point where it actually hurt him, he was taught better.
The moment the sorting hat shouted "SLYTHERIN" and Albus walked to his new house table, dejected and green eyes staring at his older brother's brown ones, silently pleading for James to somehow take him back to the Gryffindor table, James Sirius immedietaly mouthed "it's okay" to his brother, gave him a huge reassuring smile and thumbs up.
Albus didnt return the smile, but the Slytherin table didnt seem as scary as it was seconds ago.
Once the feast is done, and the first years were instructed to their new dorms, Albus was ready to change into his pajamas and forget about the disaster that was the reality of him being a Slytherin, the only Slytherin in his vast, big, Gryffindors family, until the Prefect of the House knocked on his dorm and said that someone was looking for him outside the door of the Common Room.
Suddenly a sight of messy jet black hair came to Albus' sight as he pushed his way out of the door, "James?" He asked, not really expecting to see his brother here.
"Er," his brother started awkwardly, feet tapping against the floor, even though he always seemed so confident, James' sudden growth spurt kind of made him act like a broken enchanted willow tree, as if he didn't know how to stand on his newly elongated legs yet. "How, uh, how are you?"
Albus shrugged, looking down on his feet, "I don't know"
There was several good minutes of silence from both boys that it almost annoyed Albus, why was his brother even doing? Calling him out just for both of them to stand in front of the Slytherin door looking like two awkward idio-
"They're not bad, you know" James mumbled.
Albus rolled his eyes, Dad had given him this speech, and it kinda helped him but Albus didn't need to hear it again. "I know, Severus Snape was a Slytherin and he-"
"What?" James scrunched up his nose, shaking his head, "Nah, not him, he's a hero alright, but Uncle Nev- I mean, Professor Longbottom, still said he was kind of a git"
"What?"
"Grandmum Dromeda, silly" James said, elbowing Albus' side, "She's a Slytherin too, you know? And she's super cool and kind-"
"But you made fun of Slytherins!" Albus said incredulously, "why would said all that if you don't actually think they're bad?!"
"Now, just because I don't think they're bad doesn't mean I don't think they're annoying"
"So now you think I'm annoying?"
"Al, I always think you're annoying"
"Well, you're not not-annoying yourself" Albus huffed, but then he looked at his brother who's now grinning from ear to ear, he felt the dread inside him faded little by little, "Thanks, James" he mumbled, his pride still not allowing him to show James how grateful he was for his brother's presence.
Now it's James' turn to shrug, "You know Al, I'm quite good at doing hexes now, even that head of your house, Professor Slughorn invited me to his Slug Club because he's so impressed with my Horn-tounge hex-
"Didn't Mum-"
"Yes, yes, but that's not important. What I'm saying is, I can teach you all of it if you find yourself bored in the weekends"
Albus looked at his brother, James had his hands inside his pants's pocket, his legs kicking imaginary rocks on the school's floor, it almost hillarious how hard James tried to remain and look nonchalant, and Albus now finally grasp what his brother was trying to say.
I'm not gonna play hero and try to protect you, but I will help you to protect yourself. (And I also kinda want to hangout with you once in a while).
"That'd be great, James" Albus nodded with a smile, "Thanks"
"You know I'm still gonna make fun of you, right?", James reminded him, just to be annoying.
"I know"
"Not because you're a Slytherin though, but because you're my-"
"-brother"
James grinned.
"Bye, Al"
"Bye, James"
Albus beamed, what a dramatic day.
But at least his brother got his back.
#ginny weasley#harry potter headcanon#harry potter#hp next gen#james sirius potter#is a sweetheart AND a good brother#albus severus potter#hinny headcanon#hinny#fuck cursed child
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I have a Hinny headcanon that one year Ginny forgot to get Harry a valentine so she sent a dwarf to follow Harry around at the Ministry reciting the same poem she sent him her first year at Hogwarts then the next year Harry sent an equally embarrassing poem to Ginny at the Daily Prophet and then the next year Ginny sent an even worse one and then it just became a Valentine’s Day tradition to see who can send the worst poem and embarrass each other at work
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30 Prompts
Post when you can, throughout November, tag us, use #hinnyfest and share Hinny's love for everyone to enjoy!
First i love you
‘’I did something bad…’’
Sirius' birthday
In the Holyhead Harpies locker room
HBP Missing Moment
"You are speaking about my future wife/husband. Be more respectful".
Getting caught in the act.
Ginny vs Dursley
"You're not wearing any underwear, are you?"
I'm so lucky to be able to live this life with you"
Nightmares.
Valentine's Day
Talking about the war
Family Quidditch
"Who says we can't get married now?"
Sharing Firewhiskey
''We're locked up.''
Sharing a sweater
''She/He has a crush on you''
Talking about the future
"You stole my heart but I'll let you keep it"
Hogsmeade date
Kiss cam!
Caring for each other after an injury
Molly and Arthur notice Hinny
''You are my home''
Potter-Weasley Kids
'I'm glad you're alive''
Ginny meets Harry before the sacrifice in DH
Getting to know the parents
"For thousands of nights I dreamed of making love to you. No one on earth has ever hated sunrise as I do."
Seasons Of Love
Summer
Couple vacation // “Have you never been to the beach?”
Spring
Hinny Missing Moment // “Are these flowers for me?”
Autumn
“Can we stay home today?” // Date night
Winter
Exchanging gifts // First post-war Christmas
Choose one of these prompts, or both, and write or make art about this couple we love so much!
art by @constancezin
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Imagine Harry and Ginny growing up together while their parents sort out the order stuff.
Imagine Harry and ginny having a friendly quidditch and prank rivalry yet everyone knowing that they're best friends
Imagine Harry trying to ask ginny out since his 4th year but her thinking he's just messing around with her, coz he's handsome, rich, and her friend .
Imagine Ginny slowly noticing him as someone she could want.
Imagine ginny just pulling him to her and snogging his brains out after her 5th year quidditch championship.
Also just side note, they have not been dating anyone before each other, so they're their first and last endgame
#ginny weasley#harry potter#harry x ginny#hinny au#hinny fanart#hinny fandom#hinny fanfic#hinny fluff#hinny headcanon#potterhead#albus severus potter#james potter#hogwarts#jily au
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hinny hc <3
It happens not long after they get married.
Harry pinched the sleeve of the shirt Ginny was wearing and said, "this right here... this is my shirt."
Ginny shook her head, "I don't know what you're talking about..."
Harry hummed. Long and low, and Ginny kissed him because that's what Ginny did to get away with things.
"You see right here?" Ginny showed him the name embroidered on the left side of the chest, "see what it says?"
"Potter."
"Yup, that's me. Ginevra Weasley Potter for you."
"Mhm..." he winced, "are you called Harry too? It says Harry Potter on the back..."
Ginny stared at him for a long beat, her lips pursed, as the both of them try not to smile. Finally, with a seriousness that would convince anyone, she blurts out, "Harry's my middle name."
And that did it. It took Harry five full minutes to stop laughing.
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a caught kiss from a Weasley.
summary: a mistletoe had strangely appeared above you and Fred Weasley.
parings: Fred Weasley x!gryffindorreader.
wordcount: _
warnings/notes: none. lowercase intended lol
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“gosh fred! don’t yank me!!” Y/N laughed, as Fred Weasley “yanked” her into the common room.
“Ah, please! I’m not wasting anymore time!!” yelled Fred who was practically screaming.
both had left the Christmas Party in the great hall when Fred said that he had to show her something. ( “he’s gonna prank you I swear!” ginny had warned y/n. )
“here- uh okay. hold my hands Y/N.”
“and why’s that george?” Y/N said jokingly.
“shut up!” he said laughing.
the common room was lit; ginny and harry had done a great job decorating the room (mostly Ginny blushing at Harry. )but in Y/N’s Opinion, it just looked like a red room to her and it was practically blinding the poor girl.
“hey, y/n.”
you turned your head to see Fred’s eyes already at yours.
it was strangely strange to you. Fred Weasley was never this serious.
he smiled at you, looked up and said “oh, how did this come here?”
you already knew. your stomach dropped as you looked up to see a freaking mistletoe above you.
you panicked and turned to the side. but before you could sit on the sofa near, two big arms caught your waist and turned; twirled you around and made you face Fred Freaking Weasley
“Ah ah ah, not so fast pumpkin. never break tradition!!”.
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he caught your sweet lips quickly; it was like a mixture of butter-beer and cherries. he moved his hand to your waist and the other to your soft cheek. he picked you up and swayed on the spot.
a few seconds later you and him let go for air just to see Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and Harry there. flabbergasted. Hermione and Ginny blushing furiously, looked at Ron/Harry and left giggling.
“how does he do it so casually?” said Ron to Harry. as they left. “I dunno” Y/N heard Harry mutter.
let’s just say that all eyes were on you when you came back to the great hall.
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Harry : I have feelings for you
Ginny : I have feelings for you too
Harry : So what are we?
Ginny: ✨feelers✨
Hermione : ....I hate you both so much
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i like to headcanon that after the Horcrux left him Harry was no longer interested in Ginny
his infatuation just stemmed from Ginny kind of having been a part of Voldemort's soul too.
so she was more Voldemort's infatuation
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light years.
Silence resides like an unwelcome guest in the Burrow. On the days he doesn’t go to the Ministry, Harry mostly sits at the table in the Burrow’s kitchen, picking the skin on his lips. New post-war commodity at the Burrow: dirty dishes populating the a sink that has always been spic and span. A glass of water on the table that he never drinks. Harry Potter, saviour of the Wizarding World, rotting in the kitchen of a crooked, sun-bathed house. Out of the corner of his eyes, past the kitchen window, there is a blur of red and ivory. Sometimes he watches this blur flit back and forth between the frame of the window, sometimes he puts his head on the table, closes his eyes. Wills himself to remember her skin on his, the smell of her on his jaws. She feels a lifetime away. Centuries pass before he lifts his head back up again. The slant of the sun lengthens on the table. Near the edge, G.W is inscribed on the wood, below it, the initials of her brothers. These words belong to another time, when pain came from breaking elbows in the yard, gnome biting their toes, bee stings from the hives sticking to the trees. These days, pain comes from things they shouldn’t have even experienced.
“Your childhood was robbed from you,” Kingsley told Harry one time when they were repairing the greenhouses at Hogwarts. Amid the havoc of the war, green plants shot up regardless.
So much more than just his childhood was robbed from him, Harry wanted to tell the Minister. His life was almost snatched from him. His future, his people, all the love he could’ve had. He didn’t say anything, just shrugged. After, as he stood near the lake smoking a cigarette, squirrels scampered away from him. Like they knew this life he had, was more tinted with death than any eighteen year old life should be.
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Now, the sounds from outside populate the silence of the Burrow. With Ron and Hermione in Australia, Mrs. Weasley at the Shell Cottage, and the others at the Ministry, the house seems to be an extension of the aching loneliness he feels. Lately, he is consumed by the need to do something, anything except attend hearings at the Ministry and helping at Hogwarts. There is a constant restlessness between his ribs. In bed sometimes, he cannot feel his body anymore, feels like he is becoming more and more unmoored from this plane of existence. In the bathroom that mostly smells of shampoo that Mrs. Weasley makes from the flowers from the Burrow’s orchard, he looks at the reflection in the cracked mirror above the sink, and is unable to locate himself.
Ginny, he observes, embodies his restlessness. She is wild that summer, Ginny. He sees it. She prowls around the Burrow at night, lithe and haunting. A ghost. In daylight, she is as fleeting as an afterthought. She is gone before he’s up, and thinks no one notices how she is beginning to disappear, parts of her falling off and getting lost. Untended grief settling in those empty spaces. Harry becomes increasingly concerned, but no one has taught him how to prevent another person from disappearing into darkness. Framed in the window of his room in the attic, he too, looks ghastly. If it weren’t for the throb of pain in his open wounds, the sting of summer on his red burns, he wouldn’t be able to tell if he were human, Harry thinks.
He remembers their days at Hogwarts, how she’d demand he sit against the trees and watch her fly. Eyes glinting, and a wicked grin on her face, she’d deftly braid her hair into a plait. Broom between her legs, she’d say, “Top this, Potter.”
And he watched, because how could he not. After everything he’d seen in his sixteen years of life, she was a miracle. Later, he’d unbraid her hair, lips on the column of her neck, tasting the wind on her skin.
These days, the only forms of interaction between them are: their dirty cups stacked on top of each other, strands of hair she sometimes leaves in the bathroom sink, her clothes and his tangled in the laundry hamper.
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It happens on an ordinary afternoon. He stops a few feet away from the Burrow, near the chicken coup to smoke a cigarette. Today, he met Kingsley at the Ministry. He offered Harry a spot in the Auror Department.
They sat opposite each other at the table in the Minister of Magic’s office. He told the Minister, “I have to think about it.”
“Yes, Harry. Take your time. Maybe wait till Ron and Hermione are back.”
“Ron and Hermione, yeah,” he said. It dawned on him that he’d never taken an important decision without them by his side. He was so wholly inadequate without the two of them.
The birds chirp in the orchard now, the breeze heavy with humidity. Dragonflies buzz over his head. Hermione once told him, when she was little, she’d look out the window of her bedroom in the hopes of seeing dragonflies.
“Dragonflies mean heavy rain!” her Mum used to tell her. In his last letter, Ron wrote Mrs. Granger’s memory was proving difficult to be restored. She was still unable to remember Hermione.
It sure feels like heavy rain today. He blows the smoke out, slowly. Taps his finger against the cigarette and watches the column of ash fall away.
“What’s that?”
He turns around to see Ginny, broom against her hip, standing where the orchard gives away to tall and wide grass blades. Her voice sounds different, rusty from the lack of use.
“Cigarette,” he tells her.
“What?”
“Muggle shit.”
She just lifts her eyebrows, her mouth perched on the brink of laughter. Her hair is wild, sweat shining on her face. For a few seconds they look at each other. He is afraid to look away.
“Want to try?” he asks her.
She shrugs and steps forward. He covers the distance between them in three long strides.
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The floating foliage of the leaves makes shadow patterns on their bodies. The sunlight feels old, slightly muted. She he likes the way the yellow light catches the tiny hairs on his arms, bringing out the dark butterscotch of his emerald pupils, makes his face look unbelievably beautiful. They pass a cigarette back and forth, the both of them lying on a patch of asymmetrical sunlight, the dew from the grass wetting the back of their thin shirts. He blows the smoke from the corner of his mouth, so that the left side of his face disappears momentarily in this white smoke, then reappears in the very next instant. She can smell the scent of her own hair, like wildflowers, and wishes he smells it, too, over the smell of his cigarette.
He doesn't speak much, nor does she. But his lingering looks burn into her skin, make her feel more than a wound that won’t scab, not even at the edges. Yesterday she took him to the pond, and they sat near the edge, with their feet in the water. Green weeds curled around their calves. Their shoulders were touching.
He said, “I thought about you, a lot. You know, when I was away.”
She blinked at him and wondered if it was too early to tell him about hurting in his dorm, seeing his face every time they shot a Cruciatus at her, willing to die than divulge any information that might be used against him.
“Oh.” She touched her chest with her palm. She looked out at the pond, listened to the croaking of the frogs on the green pads of leaves bigger than the sun in the sky. She wanted to give him her heart, knew he’d cradle it in his rough palms delicately, with the kind of tenderness that touches you once in twelve million light years.
“I stole your jumper,” she told him. “Wore it to bed.” Every night.
She turned to look at him the same moment he looked away. She caught the shy upturn of his smile sideways, for a fleeting moment, and revelled in it for the entire night.
She turns to him now, props herself on her elbows. He looks up at her. There are a million things she wants to tell him. The most important of which, perhaps, is that she loves him. Wants them to heal together.
“Harry.”
He stubs his cigarette in one quick motion. The contours of his lips, the wetness of his tongue are painfully familiar. Beautifully so.
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HINNY’S HEIGHT DIFFERENCE IS EVERYTHING!
I was trying to explain it to my boyfriend and his response was “So you’re saying her height is aligned with his armpits? Shit, that’s unfortunate.” 😭
LIKE NO YOU IDIOT SHE COMES UP TO HIS CHEST NOT ARMPITS!
He claimed it’s the same thing.
Smh I need to rethink this relationship.
ARMPITS
such a guy move.
but it does make her perfectly proportioned for harry to wrap and arm around her shoulders, and tuck her into his side, and for ginny to reach an arm around his waist as they walk literally anywhere. mutually clingy foot traffickers. co-dependent walkers. “c’mere, it’s cold” but it’s june.
i love them.
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