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silverlining317 · 1 year

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The most evil wizard of all time

For @Hinnyfest, prompt #12: Valentine's Day

Her shadow vanished, leaving behind a thread of coppery sparkles. It was the third time so far that morning that Harry had witnessed a similar scene. He had first tried to say hello to Ginny over Valentine's Day breakfast. but before he could even say her name, she had vanished with a half-formed excuse about books and plants, and something else which Harry made no effort to listen for fear it would rhyme with Dean and Madame Puddifoot.

Only now Hermione was informing him that Parvati had overheard Romilda Vane in the bathroom telling to her friends about a fight between Ginny and Dean that had happened that same day immediately after Harry's second attempt to greet her on the stairs. Now without the nerves of having to hear the words tea room and cupid from her lips, Harry had to fight the urge to run after her. A urge he needed to control because Ron was walking right at his side, using him as a shield against Lavender, and because his best friend couldn't suspect at any cost about that dream he had had the night before about his little and innocent and not so little nor innocent sister.

Avoiding him after that dream would have been the sensible thing to do, but the alternative to serving as some kind of invisibility cloak for Ron was to sit next to Hermione in the library and endure her questioning him because he was suddenly interested in the rumors Parvati was starting. He didn't mind them in the least, they were just a distraction to avoid doing his Defense Against the Dark and Arts essay. After all, what better way was there to pass the time than to calculate how long it took an average woman to get over her ex and be ready to date someone new. Harry was by no means a relationship expert, but thirty minutes was more than enough for him.

But Ginny kept running terrified at each crossing in the corridors. His brown eyes drifted to the floor ignoring his questions. The real rudeness didn't happen until the afternoon, though, where after two minuscule exchanges about the upcoming Quidditch practice, Ginny suddenly turned right out the door, leaving him standing in the middle of the Gryffindor common room with a joke cut in half. and a punchline unsaid that he had spent hours and hours thinking about.

- ‘’Is something happening between you two ? ‘’-Ron asked him.

- ‘’Something?’’- Harry said sweaty- ‘’Something like what?’’

-"She seems angry"- Ron said.

-"I'm sure this has nothing to do with you, Harry, but with his fight with Dean."- Hermione turned her back on Ron, still ignoring him after his very public Valentine's Day display of affection with Lavender- "It's better to give her space, she must be very distressed."

But anguished, what is said anguished, was not a word he would you use to describe her. Although Harry was not so familiar with the world of emotions he could still distinguish laughter from tears, and her smile brighter than ever under the candles that lit the large dining room table, was not something someone could fake. A glowing aura surrounding her, while retelling Neville a story of the twins' early prototypes of the puking pastilles. Harry sat in front of her and as if she suddenly saw something worse than the Grim, her face darkened making her stumble with those last words.

"...in front of Bill's date" -Ginny muttered turning pale.

-"Are you okay?" -Neville asked.

"Yes"- Ginny hurried on -"but I forgot my essay at the… at the…

"What essay?" - Ron sat next to Harry and grabbed a piece of Turkey - "You were hiding all day playing with Arnold’’

-‘’Ginny!’’- Hermione reproached her taking the seat that Neville leave – ‘’You are supposed to study for your OWLS!’’

-‘’It's just that...’’- Ginny tried to say

-‘’Ron-Ron’’- Lavander arrived- ‘’Ron-Ron I have one last gift for you!’’

"I better go"- Hermione stood up.

-‘’It's a poem’’- Lavender ignored her- ‘’Not as good as yours in first grade Ginny but..’’

-‘’Oh Merlin! I want to die!’’- Ginny let her head collapse on the table splashing a little food- ‘’It was obvious that it was going to happen, first Dean now her, why do they have to remind me?’’

"Gin…"- Harry said- "Are you okay?"

"Shh"- Ginny said- "Just give me two more minutes."

Her arms wrapped around her hair majestically strewn on the table mixed with potato scraps as she mumbled something Harry couldn't understand.

"Ginny"- Harry said starting to worry.

-‘’I'm fine’’- Ginny straightened up taking a deep breath- ‘’I'm fine, I'm over it. Are we over it Harry? Are we over thar poem?’’

-‘’The poem I received on second year? The one that cupid sang?’’ - Harry said incredulously and at the same time immensely happy to hear her voice again.

"Yeah, how many poems do you receive in your life?" -Ginny rolled her eyes. Though Harry hoped it was due to the second part of the Valentine's show Ron and Lavender were starting and not because of his question. The truth was that several letters reached him at this time of year, more so now that he was label as the chosen one, something that Ginny seemed to notice as well at that very moment.

-‘'But the one you sent is my all-time favorite’’- said Harry aware of his experience with Cho last year.

-‘’I didn't send it’’- Ginny said in a red blush- ‘’Do you see now why I didn't want to talk to you today? It was obvious that everything was going to return to that damned poem. Every Valentine's Day it’s the same and someone has to remind me, and with someone I mean EVERYONE, about that childish and stupid poem. And on top of that I have to see you later at the face and pretend that I …oh I want to die.’’

"That's why you avoided me?’’- Harry couldn't help but laugh earning himself a murderous look. ‘’ I don’t even remember what it said, something about my eyes being green and the toads and the blackboard and…’’

-‘’I was possessed!’’- Ginny said – ‘’Uff, I can't believe they remind me every year of this and if it wasn’t enough I have to see your green eyes right now to remind me more and more about….about toads’’

-‘’Hey, wait’’- Harry said suddenly remembering something- ‘’I had the diary on Valentine's Day, Tom coudnt send it’’

- ‘’Tom wrote it when he still had it!’’- Ginny said almost drifting the pudding- ‘’He wrote it!’’

- ‘’Gin, are you telling me that Voldemort wrote me a poem comparing my eyes to those of a toad and made everyone believe that a sweet girl had written it instead? It makes no sense’’

"Wake up, Harry!" -Ginny said snapping her fingers- "You don't realize he's the most evil wizard of all time! What have you been doing all these years? Don't you pay attention?’’

"Yes, yes," Harry said resisting a smile. "Poor Ginny making you write a poem for me, the meanest thing he's done so far, by far."

-‘’Exactly’’- Ginny said taking a deep breath- ‘’I'm glad we talked about it once and for all’’

"Making you knock the vase off the table that time you saw me go into the kitchen after playing Quidditch, making you stick your elbow in the butter…" Harry took a sip of pumpkin juice- "Making you blush every time you spoke to me, all of that was his work and everyone here thinking it was something else’’

"I have no idea what you're talking about" -Ginny imitated Harry and brought the glass to her lips.

"No, no"- Harry said- "me neither, we're over it, I think we're over the poem."

"Okay" -Ginny said.

-‘’Also the singing Get well card’’- added Harry with a big smile

"I hate you" -Ginny said.

"The time you fell down the stairs because I saw you in pink kitty pajamas…" -Harry continued to remember with an affection he hadn't known until now.

"I'm not going to talk to you anymore" -Ginny said, looking like she was fighting not to smile back.

"The collection of letters written to the boy who lived asking him his favorite color"-Harry said.

"Who told you about that?" -Ginny said leaning over the table- "Was it George?" Sure it was George

-‘’Do you know Ginny? I feel a little offended that you never asked me my favorite color in person." -Harry shook his head- "What about the other questions? All these years and you never took the opportunity to ask if I liked yellow iguanas or not, a waste of friendship if you want my opinion’’

- ‘’Harry, if you don't shut up, I swear I'm going to….’’- start Ginny

-‘’If you sent them by owl like the rest of my fans, I could even consider answering them-‘’ Harry said with the most serious face he got- ‘’But it has a price...’’

-‘’Ginny I've been looking for you all day’’- Dean came running to the table- ‘’Can we talk, please? I want to apologize for...

"Dean…" -Ginny said.

-‘’Harry, can you let me sit here?’’ – Dean asked Harry and hating himself Harry nodded feeling how the monster in his chest clawed at his chest. He didn't deserve to be in Gryffindor, he was a coward. So close to the summit and yet so far.

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The next day at breakfast time Hedwig entered the sea of gray and red owls with a parchmet attached to her leg.

To the boy who lived

I wanted to thank you for fighting for all of us and saving us from the evil ones who force us to act shamefully. I also wanted to ask you which is your favorite color for iguanas? Do you like yellow ones?

Cheers,

Ginny

#hinny #hinnyfest #hinny prompt #harry x ginny #Harry and Ginny

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gryffindormischief · 2 years

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Hey there, I would love it someone took my prompt...

Ginny is done with her shower and

Fred and George took Ginny's clothes leaving her with a towel that just covers her. And she is trying to get someone to help her get her clothes before she bumps into a certain someone. But Alas it is him whom she meets in the hallway and poor guy he doesn't know what to do with himself which has Ginny confused because... Why is he looking at heer like that... While of course Ron and Hermione come over meaning to help her but like ever are bickering.. Yet Hermione notices Harry's frustration

I have a couple of maybe thoughts about how I would do this (and I might!) but I think it might be different than what you imagine so I want to share the prompt.

Plus more fics in the same prompt family are never a bad thing xD

#blarg prompts #blarg asks #prompts #hinny prompt

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starlingflight · 2 months

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Ginniversary drabble 5

Prompt: G58 -give me one good reason why I should wear a dress.

AO3 or read below:

“I can't do it.”

Ginny's words came out in a hushed whisper, one that Harry suspected he wouldn't have been able to hear if not for the heavy silence that had fallen over the Burrow in the days since the battle, making every word and movement, no matter how quiet, seem obnoxiously loud

He looked away from the Harpies poster he'd been idly staring at on her bedroom wall, eyes finding hers in the mirror she'd been standing in front of for the past twenty minutes.

She was still in her pyjamas. She'd ran a brush through her hair, but he doubted Mrs Weasley would say that was sufficient for the occasion; then again, he very much doubted Mrs Weasley would say anything at all today.

“You can,” he said softly.

A single tear slid down Ginny's cheek. A great deal more shone threateningly in her amber eyes. “I don't want to.”

“I know.” Harry swallowed thickly, blinking against the stinging in his own eyes. “Just start with getting dressed.”

It was how they'd managed everything so far. Get up, get dressed, don't think about where you're apparating to. Breathe in. Breathe out. Don't think about how even that was a privilege so many no longer had.

“No.” Ginny shook her head. Her cheeks glinted where her now steady stream of tears passed through the sunlight beaming mockingly through the window. “I'm not doing it.”

If there was anything within arms reach Harry thought she might have thrown it at the wall. Fortunately, her desk, and the majority of her most treasured possessions, were at the far side of the room.

“I'm not going,” she declared, arms folded stubbornly over her chest.

Harry leaned forward on her bed, where he was sitting, trying very hard not to wrinkle the dress robes he was sick of wearing.

“You have to,” he said, a hint of apology in his voice. He wished she didn't have to.

“Why?” Ginny demanded, voice quivering, tears falling faster. She didn't give him a moment to answer. “Give me one good reason why I should wear a dress, and do my hair, and apparate to some desolate graveyard that Fred never set foot in once in his whole life and–”

Harry couldn't say if her words ended because of the embrace he'd crossed the room and enveloped her in, or because her sobs had simply become too thick to allow for speech. Either way, she sank into his arms, and all concern about the state of his dress robes was quickly forgotten. Ginny's tears seemed an appropriate adornment on the day of Fred's funeral anyway.

He didn't try to give her a good reason; there weren't any.

Instead, Harry's arms tightened around her, holding her to him for his sake as much as hers. He'd once, in this room, under very different circumstances, thought of her as the only real thing in the world; now she was the final thing left to him at the end of it. The one bright miracle he could cling to in the darkness, that she was still there. Her fingers gripped the front of his dress robes, holding on just as tightly.

Eventually, Ginny's sobs subsided, replaced by deep, shaking breaths that slowly became steady. When she looked up at him, her cheeks were still streaked with tears but her eyes were clear.

Footsteps sounding from the floor above forced Harry to break the silence that had once again settled between them. “You have to get dressed.”

Ginny nodded without argument, relinquishing her grip on his robes to wipe the moisture from her face.“I know… just stay with me, please.”

Harry released a shaking breath of his own, keeping his eyes fixed on hers. “I'm not going anywhere.”

#drabble #hinny #harry x ginny #me looking at this fun prompt: looks nice but needs a pinch of angst #and then my hand slipped and a heap of angst was added instead

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corneliaavenue-ao3 · 8 months

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Literally drunk!

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I'm a married man—"

"Harry, I'm your wife!"

Harry Potter had 3 regrets in his life.

Not noticing Ginny Weasley earlier.

Believing the vision Voldemort sent him that Sirius was actually kidnapped.

Letting George Weasley plan his 30th birthday party.

Now Harry was 10? Maybe 14 drinks firewhiskey shots in, and he was dying. Any moment now, Albus Dumbledore would take him to Kings Cross Station and take him to the afterlife because Harry James Potter was piss drunk.

He was not the only one plastered. Ron was wearing his shirt has a hat and Hermione was walking around and telling any person who would listen that she could list the Runes Alphabet backwards in less than thirty seconds.

But for Harry, all he could focus on was the ceiling, and how it kept spinning. He couldn't focus on anything, but could feel someone hovering near him who smelt like a familiar flowery scent. But beyond that he knew only three things.

He was married.

He loved his wife.

The first law of Gamp's Transfiguration Law prevented anyone from conjuring food out of thin air.

But he also knew that this random woman was trying to get him to come home with her.

"Harry, I think it's time we go home," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder. Harry caught another wiff of floral, and almost collapsed. He could not move his eyes from his left hand, where a gold band rested on his 4th finger, for fear of any sudden movement might cause him to vomit all over the floor.

wife. wife. wife. wife. wife.

you have a wife.

"Harry, doesn't bed sound absolutely cozy right now?" The witch behind him asked. "We can even take off our clothes and cuddle."

That was too far.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I'm a married man—" Harry said, shoving his left hand in this woman's face, showing off his wedding band.

"Harry, I'm your wife!"

Oh.

Harry looked up and stared at the person who had been coaxing him to bed this entire time.

Ginny.

Beautiful

Wonderful

Pefect

Ginny.

"Hi Love!" Harry said, pulling her close to his chest.

Ginny laughed into his chest, "Let's get you home."

#drunk prompts #ginny weasley #hinny #harry potter

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hinny-canons · 4 months

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@hinnymicrofic prompt 18: Turn & prompt 19: Asleep

Toss. Turn. Toss. Turn. Toss. Turn.

She had been doing this for a good two hours, trying to get her mind to fall asleep. Fred’s funeral had been a couple days ago and everyone was grieving. Ginny had spent that day taking care of everyone and keeping everyone together that she only got a moment to herself that night.

She finally got up and decided to go downstairs. She just needed a glass of water and then she’d go back upstairs.

When she entered the kitchen, she halted when she saw Harry sitting at the counter. He looked deep in thought and apparently hadn’t noticed Ginny come in.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” Ginny asked him. His head snapped up and his eyes met Ginny’s.

He cleared his throat, looking away. “Yeah.”

Ginny went over to cabinet to get a glass. She could feel Harry’s eyes on her, but she tried to ignore it.

She wanted to talk to him, but she didn’t know how to start the conversation. How was she supposed to tell him that she thought of him everyday and every night while he was away? How was she supposed to tell him that she wished he was with her again. How on Earth was she supposed to tell him she loved him?

The last thought made her heart beat faster.

She went to go sit beside and tried not to mark direct eye contact.

“I missed you, Ginny,” Harry whispered. Ginny almost didn’t hear him. He looked up at her and she noticed the way his eyes began to water. “And I’m sorry for the pain I caused you. The pain I caused everyone.” A single tear ran down his cheek and Ginny, without thinking, wiped it away.

“No one blames you, Harry, you don’t have to be sorry.” She meant it truly.

They stared at each other for a while and Ginny didn’t take her hand off his cheek. Harry slightly leaned into her touch.

Ginny couldn’t help herself, she pulled Harry into a hug. She held him tight, trying to put all the things she wanted to say in that embrace. He hugged her back just as tight, like he was also trying to say things to her.

Ginny would be lying if she said it didn’t make her feel better. It made her feel alive.

#hinny #hinny fanfiction #harry x ginny #hinnymicrofic #i missed writing them being cute #connected two prompts

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brightlybound · 10 months

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"we still got it." "hell yeah we do." For the exes to lovers prompt :)

A continuation of this.

“We still got it," says Harry.

A snort rattles out of Ginny from her resting spot against his chest.

“Hell yeah, we do," she says, rooting higher, nuzzling his neck. "Although, I do hope you realize we're not ancient or anything."

"It's a good thing we got back together now, then," he says. “What if we were in our 30s? What if my knees had given out halfway through?”

Propping herself up on an elbow, hair wild and wonderful and taking over his entire field of vision, Ginny says with a devilish little smirk, "Halfway through that first round would've been, what? A minute in?"

Harry gapes at her, and Ginny falls over him, laughing.

"It's been ages!"

"I know, I know!"

"You can't expect–you got yours a minute in, as well!"

She's still laughing. "I'm not complaining!"

He's not hurt, really, but grumbles, "Sounds like it," mostly to get her to fawn over him, to keep her laughing, to see her eyes crinkled in delight.

He's warm here, under her, in her bed bathed in moonlight, a dream come true, can't believe he almost died without experiencing this.

Ginny kisses his neck, the little ticklish spot she discovered last year. He tries not to jerk too hard lest he jab her with his chin. "I missed teasing you. Missed you."

And the mood turns somber, as it often does these days, and she's back to curling into him, her breath fanning along his collarbone in short bursts.

He turns her into him, her skin like silk beneath his fingers, and Harry caresses whatever bit of her he can reach as he tips her face up to him and kisses her.

"I missed you, too."

#hp #hinny #harry/ginny #fanfiction #asks #prompts #answered #yes your knees can give out in your 30s #just wanted to make you youths aware #brightlybound #my writing

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hufflepuffronstan · 1 year

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#8 - Alone, for @hinnymicrofic

Another lightning striked and Harry went and left their bedroom door ajar.

He came back and lied beside Ginny.

"Any second now. Do you think we should just go and bring them before they stumble their way in?" She mumbled, sleepily.

Harry let out a soft chuckle, "Lily might sleep through the storm. Don't want to go and wake her if she's sleeping. And I'm sure James and Al won't be thrilled if I went and asked them if they were sacred and wanted to come here."

Ginny made a sound of appreciation, "You got that right. The boys' egos won't be able to handle such humiliation as sleeping with their parents."

He turned on his side and hugged her, "Why are they growing up so fast? It feels like yesterday when James and Albus were following behind me like little ducklings to see you, holding a bundled up, baby Lily in your arms."

Ginny shifted closer to him, wrapping her arms around his, "I know. They were so small. I miss when they used to be so small."

Harry let out a sigh, when he heard a dash of footsteps. He looked up to see a small shadow dashing into the room.

Ginny shifted and opened the covers to let Lily in.

"I didn't want to be alone. Can I sleep with you today?"

Ginny brushed Lily's hair, "Of course, sweetheart."

"You can sleep here anytime you want, love. We're always here for you, darling." Harry added, looking at his daughter.

The storm seemed to strengthen and after another vicious a clap of thunder, another two pair of footsteps came and stalled at the door.

"Come inside, boys!"

Harry shifted, making room in the bed just in time for James and Al to crash onto the bed.

"Here, get inside the covers."

"Oof, AL is hitting me."

"I'm not. You're one kicking me."

After a bit of shuffling and grunting, they settled.

"You boys did not get scared by any chance, did you?"

Harry heard two scoffs.

"Of course, not." James and Al replied together.

"Liars." Lily whispered into Ginny's ears, but her voice came out loud enough for everyone to hear.

Ginny started giggling at her daughter's sly comment and Lily giggled watching her mom's reaction.

Harry lost control listening to their giggles and chortles and started laughing.

James and Al struggled to hold on to their act, but seeing their dad burst out laughing made them lose it and soon the entire bed was shaking with their laughter.

Harry caught Ginny's eyes and smiled, the same thought on their minds, 'Maybe we do have some more time before the kids are all grown up and don't need us anymore.'

#technically 7th post for hinnymicrofics #started a day late and clubbed 2 prompts together #hinny microfic #hinny #harry potter #ginny weasley #albus severus potter #lily luna potter #james sirius potter #hinny and kids

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startanewdream · 1 year

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Hinny prompt (you choose, happy, angst, both…) when married Hinny talking about kids

Happy!

The moment that Ginny crossed the threshold of their home, she threw her shoes unceremoniously to the side.

“Long day?” Harry teased, helping her with the shopping bags.

“Do you remember when we decided we wanted a big fancy wedding with hundreds of guests?”

“Er—no.”

“Exactly!” She kissed him softly on the lips before throwing herself on the couch; Harry joined her, placing her feet over his legs so he could massage them. A tiny contented moan left her lips. “Why couldn’t Hermione and Ron elope just like a normal couple?”

“Watch it, your mum hasn't forgiven us still.”

“Oh, don’t worry, you have done nothing wrong. She blames me for deviating you from the right path.” She threw her head back suddenly, closing her eyes as Harry hit a particularly good spot on her foot. “Speaking of the right path—there.”

He laughed. “I’ve been told my hands are magical.”

“And as the only person telling you this — I guess —

"You are," he assured.

"—I've never been more grateful. My feet hurt so much.”

“At least the shopping is over,” he said bracingly.

Ginny sighed. “I wish. I had to leave my dress there for more adjustments.” She popped one eye open, watching him meaningfully. “Turns out I gained a little weight in the last month.”

“Oh.” He couldn’t help his grin. “She didn’t comment anything?”

She shook her head. “Hermione is too worried about the wedding... We will tell them after they marry, we don’t want to steal their moment.”

Harry nodded. "Knowing Hermione, she will only be upset she didn't realise the signs before."

She snorted.

Then Ginny turned on the couch so she could nest against his chest; Harry’s hand fell to her waist.

“It doesn’t look like you’ve gained weight yet,” he mumbled.

“I will let you know my boobs look amazing.”

Harry sighed happily, “Gin—your boobs are amazing.”

#Married Hinny #Hinny #Discussing kids in a way #I had this scene in my mind and I just wanted to write it so much #thanks for giving me this prompt!

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narukoibito · 1 year

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Please: The first time A is drunk (before they begin to date B) They absent-mindedly confess

Apologies for the late response! I ended up writing over 1.5k for this prompt. Hope that makes up for the delay. 💛

When the Morning Comes

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Summary: Harry has a little too much to drink.

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The cheers from the crowd were deafening as Ginny climbed up the stairs toward the center stage. All the lights were blinding, but she could imagine her family in the crowd, her mum wiping her eyes and her brothers cheering. Her heart clamored in her chest as she approached Gwenog Jones and her razor-sharp grin.

Ginny’s eyes slid to the Rookie of the Year award in Gwenog’s outstretched hands, pride pulsing through her veins. She was just about to touch the gleaming trophy when the cheers melted into shouts as Ron leapt onto the stage, a crazed look in his eyes. He slapped the award out of Gwenog’s hands as he shouted incoherently.

“What are you doing?” she cried.

Instead of answering, Ron lurked toward her. The crazed look in his eyes made her jerk backwards only to realize she was falling.

Ginny jolted with a gasp.The shouting continued to ring in her ears as she stared up into the darkness. It took a moment to realize she had not only been dreaming, but also that the sounds were, in fact, real.

What in Merlin’s beard was Ron doing?

Pickles, Demelza’s cat, mewed mournfully as Ginny rose from the bed. She should have known that her first opportunity to escape from the Burrow to cat sit for Demelza, Ron would find a way to ruin it. Months living at home–all she had wanted was one weekend. One. Pulling on her robe, swearing in a way that would undoubtedly make the twins proud, she tramped down the stairs.

“Ginny!” Ron bellowed.

Her Saturday was not off to the best start.

The incessant banging stopped when she swung the door open. Choice curse words on the tip of her tongue, she stilled, taking in the scene. Her eyes slid to her brother. "What did you do?"

"Me? What did I do?" Ron spluttered, indignant as he sagged under Harry's weight, his best mate's arm hanging over his shoulder.

From where he had his face pressed into Ron’s side, Harry erupted into giggles. The way his wire glasses were awkwardly pushed against his face couldn't possibly be comfortable, but you wouldn't know based on his wide grin.

Ginny gave Ron a pointed look. “Why did you show up here?”

Ron grimaced.

“Hermione warned you not to try them, didn’t she?” Ginny asked in a flat voice.

Harry seemed to perk up, looking around as if trying to locate where her voice came from. When his eyes landed on her, he lit up. “Gin!”

In no way did her stomach flutter at his childish excitement. That would be ridiculous because she was long over Harry Potter—had been since fourth year. So the fact that he was stupidly happy to see her did not add to his charm.

“Ron, it’s Ginny!” Harry moved toward her and promptly tripped.

She lurched forward, but Ron yelped and caught Harry before he fell on his face.

Ron grunted. “Help?"

If it weren’t for Harry potentially hurting himself, she would likely have left Ron to clean up his mess. Instead, she took Harry’s other arm, the two of them stumbling as Harry dragged his feet.

His proximity was completely fine. Not a problem in the least. She was only feeling flushed because of carrying half his weight. It had nothing to do with the arm looped over her shoulder, his side pressed right up against hers, or how Harry's face was close enough to her face that she could smell the alcohol on his breath.

Obviously, the sparks in her stomach were from irritation.

Or so she told herself.

"Why is Harry in such a state when you're fine?" she muttered as they trudged through the family room.

"George had these new magical cocktails he wanted us to try. I’m fine, but Harry seems a bit worse for wear. Giggly and affectionate."

“Ginnyyyy.” Harry seemed amused by her name and giggled, his voice tickling her ear. She shuddered, goosebumps erupting where the ghost of his breath had brushed against her skin.

This was fine.

He tilted toward ever so forward, close enough that if he moved closer his lips just might brush against her neck.

Absolutely fine.

“I love you.”

Ginny’s heart stopped.

“Don’t worry,” Ron said, not sounding the least perturbed by his best mate’s sudden declaration, and blissfully unaware of how hard Ginny was willing her heartbeat to beat again. “He seems quite keen on telling everyone that, don’t you, Harry?”

“Ron! Ron!" Harry turned toward him with urgency. "You're my best mate, Ron. You and Hermione—everything you’ve done for me—I love you…I lovvvve...”

“Yes, yes, mate.” Ron patted Harry’s back. "Don't forget about the gallon you owe me."

"Fleecing him in this state?" Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Is Hermione here? I love Hermione too...not like that though, Ronnnnnn, Ron Ron, Ron-Won, Won-Won!" Harry dissolved into singing.

"He's going to be in a world of pain tomorrow." Ron shook his head.

“Might deserve it,” Ginny muttered. For nearly giving her a heart attack.

“He’s been a bit brooding lately. More so than usual,” Ron said. He seemed struck by a sudden thought. “Maybe I can help.”

He unhooked Harry's arm and deposited said arm on Ginny's other shoulder. She tottered backwards as Harry naturally leaned further onto her.

"Wait—what are you—"

"I’mma make him a sobering potion!”

“Ron—you git!" She buckled under the additional weight. "Don’t—”

But Ron was already bounding off to the kitchen. “I’m his best friend! He’s suffered enough, don’t you reckon?”

Merlin, that cocktail must have some sort of delayed reaction.

“This isn’t my kitchen!” she tried to remind him. The only response was a disconcertingly loud clang.

Fuck, Demenza would kill her if Ron made a mess. Say goodbye to any chance of a repeat weekend escape. Ginny started toward his direction, but Harry didn’t seem interested in letting her go. With Ron no longer holding him up, he had taken to draping himself over her.

"Ginnnnny," Harry said again in a way that made her chest tighten. He now had her head awkwardly tucked under his chin. "You're short.”

She glared daggers at his chest. "You're lucky you're drunk."

She felt him hum in agreement or pleasure or both. “It’s nice.”

"Maybe for you. Come on, you big loaf." Ginny dragged him forward, staggering left and right under his weight. Their lumbering journey was punctured by his giggles.

She meant to ease him onto the couch, but his leg caught hers and they both tumbled onto the couch in a mess of limbs. “Oof!”

Her head spun for a moment before she realized they were tangled together. The blood rushed to her face.

Ginny was not thinking of his weight over her, pinning her against the bed–couch, against the couch.

It helped that his elbow was digging into her side.

“Harry,” she complained.

He peered down at her through his crooked glasses. His cheeks were flushed a rosy hue, stretched by a stupid smile. There was always something about him that made her insides go soft, and the way he was looking at her did nothing to help.

Seeing him so disarmed was dangerous.

"I, I suppose I should go help Ron before he poisons you." She shifted, but Harry held onto her.

"Nooooo!"

Merlin, for someone so inebriated, he sure had a tight grip.

"Don't go," he pleaded in such a petulant way that she couldn't help but laugh.

"Fine, fine," she acquiesced, settling back.

Damn that residual weakness for him. She had gotten over him ages ago. They’d become friends, close friends during the latter Hogwarts years, and even were now, several months since she finished her schooling. All the recent get-togethers were fine. Friendly. She’d be lying if she hadn’t missed him.

He let out a long, seemingly satisfied sigh before pressing his nose against the crook of her neck. Her heart drummed against her chest, but thankfully he was too gone to notice.

Was he—was he sniffing her?

"Harry?" Her voice hitched slightly.

"You smell like Ginny flowers.”

“What are Ginny flowers?”

He frowned. “That’s what I want to know. They smell good, like summer. Like sunshine, and Quidditch, and…Ginny.”

"I’ll take that as a compliment.”.

"I love them," Harry murmured into her skin. “I love…I love you.”

She closed her eyes. God, was he trying to kill her?

"Yes, yes." Ginny sighed, patting his messy mop of hair in defeat.

It was really nice that he included her in his list of "loved" ones. It was great that he thought so highly of her, that they were now such good friends. She knew she should be happy, and she was, truly. She was perfectly happy with their friendship.

Except. Except this was Harry.

Unable to help herself, she leaned into his embrace, a nostalgic longing swelling inside her. At least there was no way he would remember this.

He had gone quiet long enough that she had wondered if he had drifted off when he murmured something against her.

"What was that?"

"I love you," he whispered again. It was pitiful how much her heart responded to the words.

"Harry." She started pulling away in self-preservation. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

"I mean it," Harry breathed. Eyes heavy-lidded, he looked at her with such seeming yearning she forgot how to breathe. "I fancy you, Ginny. I love you love you."

Her heart was wildly tumbling out of her chest.

Harry fancied her? He was actually in love with her?

"You what? Since when?"

“Since stupid Dean,” he said, glowering at the name.

“Dean? Since then? All this time? Why didn’t you say anything?”

He groaned, dropping his head back against her shoulder. "Well, there was the whole Voldemort thing, an’ now you’re too 'mazing..."

Ginny couldn’t even begin to process this.

"Can't work up the nerve to tell you. Thought maybe I'd get a drink and do it tonight..."

He didn't seem to realize he was actually confessing because he curled up against her in apparent contentment.

"That's why you got sloshed?"

"Mmmmm."

"How'd that go for you?"

"Eh, still scary," he said, his face scrunching up. "What if you say no?"

She was over Harry.

Wasn’t she?

"What if I don't?" Her fingers gently threaded through his hair.

"It'd be too good to be true,” he murmured, his voice tinged with wonder. A shiver ran through her.

"Harry?”

“Mmm?” He grew softer with sleep.

“Promise me you'll try?"

"Ok, but only because it's you..." He yawned and burrowed in closer. "Maybe… t'morrow..."

Ginny smiled into his hair.

Well, maybe tomorrow won’t be so bad after all.

#harry/ginny #hinny #harry potter #ginny weasley #fluffy otp prompts #anonymous #so so sorry this took forever #this is such a fluff bomb #hope you like it!#drunken confessions #drunk!harry for the win #i wrote a thing #when the morning comes

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thenicestthingiveseen · 4 months

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I WOULD LIKE A LIFE OR DEATH MID ACTION KISS PLS AND THANK YOU

I'm so sorry this took five million years. I hope you enjoy it!

#hinny #writing #prompts #takearisk #fic #seventh year au #slytherin!harry #requests and prompts

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hinevra-blog · 1 year

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Can someone please please tell me where to find these fanfics😭😭😭

#ginny weasley #harry potter #harry x ginny #hinny fanart #hinny fluff #hinny #hinny headcanon #james potter #hinny prompt #30daysprompts #fanfiction #fanfic #deleted #deleted fanfiction

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oxydiane · 2 years

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headcanon: ron picks one of harry’s previous year books by accident and he sees the initials GW surrounded by heart doodles all over it. the weasleys discreetly try to figure out wether he has a crush on Ginny or George

#hermione sitting in the sidelines like i know mwahhahahah #harry james potter is a sweet boy and he would 100% doodle the initials of his crush #he takes after his father after all #harry giggling: hehe harry weasley #harry potter #headcanon #harry potter headcanon #prompt #ron weasley #ginny weasley #george weasley #hermione granger #the weasleys #hinny #harry x george #harry x ginny

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ginnyw-potter · 1 year

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Writing For @hinnymicrofic Prompt 1: Smile (about 230 words)

Harry scratched his head in confusion at his homework. He looked around for Hermione to help but he couldn't spot her. Instead, he found Ginny looking at him. His heart skipped a beat as he realised she was focusing on him.

"Suppose you don't know much about Warlocks?" he tried.

She shook her head. She stood up and came to sit beside him on the couch. "I can help you though."

Her bright brown eyes landed on him and he could feel his cheeks heat up. Their thighs were almost touching as they sat beside each other. He swallowed. "Do you?"

"If you write small enough, Binns won't bother reading," she said with a smile.

His eyebrows shot up. "Really?" He looked at the parchment and wrote again. "Like this?"

"Smaller."

He tried again. "Now?"

She smiled again and shook her head. Her hand came on top of his, her fingers wrapping around his softly. She guided his hand across the parchment, creating a barely intelligible font.

Hands still on top of each other, he looked at her again. She was sitting so close to him, bent over to write together. He couldn't help and smile at her, he was practically beaming. And she smiled back.

"Thanks," he spoke softly, not moving away from her. He was going to ask her out, soon. Once he could pluck up the courage.

#hinnymicrofic #prompt: smile #HBP missing moments #hinny #fic

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starlingflight · 2 months

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Ginniversary Drabble 9

Prompt: B1 - You sort of start to believe anything's possible if you've got enough nerve.

AO3 or read below:

It had been an exceptionally long morning. Not, as Harry would have preferred, because of any threat posed by a dark wizard, but because of the sheer amount of tremendously boring meetings he was expected to attend in his new position as the Deputy Head of the Auror Office.

His eyes flicked to the clock on the far wall of the stuffy meeting room he'd been sequestered in for the past hour. They were now two minutes over the allotted time to discuss the thrilling topic of the proper layout of risk assessments, and still there was no end in sight.

Harry stifled a yawn behind his hand. Across the table, Hermione was still scrawling furiously across her parchment; it was almost like being back in History of Magic.

Except he had never been rescued from History of Magic by a very sheepish looking trainee popping their head into the room and declaring, “sorry to interrupt, Mr Potter, but your wife is here, and she says she needs to speak to you.”

Hermione looked up sharply from her parchment, throwing him a questioning look across the table. Harry shrugged wordlessly, torn between utter delight at being saved from the drudgery of the meeting by an alternative as pleasant as Ginny, and concern that she'd apparently shown up, unplanned, in the middle of the day.

He wasted no further time excusing himself from the table and slipping out the door, where he immediately found Ginny awaiting him in the corridor beyond.

“Sorry,” Jenkins, the trainee, said. “I told her I'd fetch you, but she wouldn't wait at your desk.”

Ginny shook her head. “And I told you, I'd find him myself, if you'd just tell me where he was.”

In fairness to Jenkins, he only shrunk slightly under the weight of Ginny's accusatory glare. “I'm sorry, Mrs Potter, but as I said, I can't allow you to go wandering around the Ministry unescorted–”

“Well, I'm escorted now,” Ginny said sharply. Her hand slipped into Harry's, and he couldn't help but notice it was trembling slightly. “Consider the Ministry safe from the threat of an unsupervised Quidditch player.”

“Thanks, Jenkins,” Harry said in a slightly more amiable tone. “I've got it from here.”

A look of relief washed over Jenkins’ round face. He nodded his head sharply in acknowledgement of the dismissal, and then quickly took off down the corridor in the direction of the lifts.

“Are you alright?” Harry asked, now able to focus all of his attention on Ginny. Her hand was gripping his tightly, and her foot was tapping impatiently against the polished wood floor. “I think you might have made Jenkins cry.”

Only one side of her mouth curved into a smile, and even that quickly fell again. “Surely he's got to have more fortitude than that if he wants to be an Auror.”

“We usually start them off with something a little bit less intimidating than your temper.”

Her laugh was short; Harry suspected she'd given it over reluctantly. “Is there somewhere private nearby?” She asked. “I don't know this floor.”

They were on one of the lower levels, a rarely visited section of the Ministry that was, in Harry's opinion, a fitting location for the pointless meeting he'd just escaped.

He could take her back to the Auror Office, it was almost lunchtime; no doubt he'd be able to find a spare meeting room now, but he could feel nervous energy radiating off Ginny in waves, and he doubted she had the patience for the journey.

Moreover, Harry doubted he had the patience for the journey when every moment he spent in Ginny's mysteriously agitated presence was causing trepidation to rise more strongly within him.

“Come here,” he said decisively, pulling her a few steps down the hallway until he reached an innocuous wooden door. It opened to reveal a small, tidy broom closet.

Ginny hesitated for only a moment, casting him a doubtful look, before ultimately stepping inside. Harry followed her in, letting the door fall shut behind them with a soft click.

“Lumos.”

The light from his wand cast an ethereal glow over the tiny space, illuminating the stacked boxes of Magical Mess Remover, several ancient sweeping brooms, and Ginny's tense face.

Her hand tightened in Harry's; she drew a deep breath. “This is really not the appropriate place to tell you this.”

“Tell me what?” Her nervousness was infectious in the tiny broom cupboard; his stomach began to tie itself in knots.

“I probably should have thought of some clever way of doing it.”

His nerves seemed to tense beneath his skin. “Doing what?”

“I was going to tell you at home, but I couldn't wait that long, it was torture–”

“Gin, you're torturing me.”

“Right. Sorry.” She slid her free hand into the pocket of her robes with agonising slowness. When she removed it, she held a small glass bottle out to Harry.

He placed his wand on the stack of Mess Remover boxes, angling the ignited tip at the vial and illuminating the vibrant purple potion within.

“Purple for positive,” Ginny said, her voice unnaturally high.

“You're–” Harry didn't manage more than a single word; his mind was reeling, his brain had ceased functioning, and the only thing his instincts told him to do was pull Ginny closer.

He felt her breathe a sigh of relief against his lips, and then he was kissing her with such ferocity that neither of them could catch their breath.

The knots in Harry's stomach unwound, replaced by soaring elation that set his head spinning faster, and made clinging onto Ginny even more necessary than it usually was.

His elbow knocked into the stacked boxes beside him, sending them tumbling. His wand clattered across the floor.

Ginny broke apart from him. They were both laughing breathlessly.

“You're happy then?” She asked, her grin visible even in the dimness of the cupboard.

“Yeah,” Harry tried to frown, but his smile seemed to be permanently fixed to his face. “Did you think I wouldn't be?”

“I thought you might be a bit anxious,” she admitted, still smiling widely. “It's a bit of a daunting prospect… y'know, raising a child… making sure you don't mess it up.”

“True,” Harry agreed, though the scope of the task did not seem capable of penetrating his europhoria at the current moment. “But, you see, the thing about being married to Ginny Potter, is you sort of start to believe anything's possible if you've got enough nerve.”

#hinny #harry x ginny #ginniversary bingo #i'm so close to catching up on these gd prompts

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