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Harry was distinctly aware of what other people thought: three kids in five years. They must be crazy. Harry only had one message for the lot of them: sod off. That’s what he was hoping his glares conveyed to the nurses who were throwing him sly looks behind their clipboards as he strode down the hall towards his wife’s hospital room at St. Mungo’s.
He had just apprised Molly of their situation: they would not be coming home tonight from the Ministry Christmas party, the boys would have to stay at the Burrow for the night while the healers tried to stop Ginny’s pre-term contractions. Ginny urged him to go home and change out of his dress robes, but that meant there would be a sliver of time where something catastrophic could happen without him, and he wouldn’t entertain the thought of not being there for her.
She looked up as he opened the door to her room, giving him a wan smile. He knew she was disappointed that she would have to miss Christmas morning with the boys, as was he, but more than anything right now they just wanted the baby to be healthy and everything to be alright.
“I didn’t miss anything did I?” His eyes caught hers as the door clicked shut behind him.
“No. They came in to up my potion intake but they said it seems to be working. They still want to keep me overnight for observation though.”
He sat down in the stiff chair beside her bed, squeezing Ginny’s small cold hand in reassurance before cupping his hand around the curve of Ginny’s belly. The baby kicked back at the warmth of his touch.
Oh Lily, he thought, keep in there a little while longer. We need you to stay safe.
Harry and Ginny never explicitly agreed on how many children they wanted to have, though they both agreed they wanted a family of their own eventually. The first two were welcome surprises; Harry once asked Ginny if she ever regretted leaving her Quidditch career after they were born. Never, she replied.
Even though their two boys ran them ragged on a daily basis, Harry still felt a piece of something missing in his life, and it wasn’t until Ginny became pregnant a third time that he realized what it was. Lily was the missing puzzle piece in their family. With Ginny and their three children with him, Harry finally felt whole for the first time in his life. He had a family who looked up to him and needed him, and who he loved unconditionally back.
He waved his wand to produce twinkling Christmas lights in the stillness of the room, a soothing show designed to make Ginny feel more at ease. As she rested her head on his shoulder with a soft sigh, he thought to himself he wouldn’t trade his life for anyone else’s. Not in a million years.
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Can you draw one of Harry and Ginny’s kiss? 🥺
Their first kiss tho 
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My second ever piece of smut I’ve ever written, this time courtesy of wankst 2020! Special thanks to Jen, Dusk, and everyone else who participated on the Official Harry and Ginny discord! NSFW, obviously. Edit: RemedialPotions wrote a companion piece here! Check it out!
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She missed him most in the quiet hours at night, that infinite stretch of time praying for sweet embrace of sleep. It was in these small hours that he had always been the most talkative, chattering on about anything that happened to cross his mind in the moment, before Hermione would remind him that she’s trying to sleep and rolled over to signal an end to the conversation. Now, though, Ron’s absence was deafening.
Harry was sitting outside tonight, keeping guard over their shared tent, and Hermione was relieved for that. He had been even more of a ruddy little wanker than usual since Ron left and she was not in the proper mood to deal with him right now. Sighing, she pulled out Ron’s old Cannons t-shirt from beneath her pillow. The logo on the front on the front was faded and peeling but she held it close to her face anyway. It smelled of sunshine and earth and his ginger hair - oh god.
She squeezed her eyes shut and imagined him in bed next to her, his soft pink lips whispering something in her ear as his long freckled arm grazed her stomach. She dreamed it was his fingers lifting the waistband of her knickers and not her own. It was his fingers finding her center of pleasure, touching her, as his breath curled hot on her neck. She turned her head to meet his clear blue eyes before he began to stroke her, fast and swirling and fluid. She arched her back, pressing harder against him in response. Her breathing became faster now, the familiar electricity starting in her stomach. By the time it reached the tips of her fingers and ends of her toes she threw her head back against the pillow and moaned his name out loud. She was filled with his lightness and energy, the musical peal of his laughter and his radiant smile coursed through her veins. The feeling ebbed away as quickly as it came, and as the weight of reality slowly creeped back into her consciousness she realized she is still in the tent, still alone, but now emptier than ever. She clutched Ron’s shirt close her, too numb to cry.
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My very first ficlet I wrote for the HP fandom. Enjoy!
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Ginny reluctantly let herself be pulled into the dress shop by Hermione and Fleur.
“I've already told you, I don't want the fuss and muss of a wedding. Just let me and Harry get signed off at the ministry. The only thing I really want is just to be married already."
Hermione turned to her. "Ginny, you realize why we're doing this, right? If you don't have your special day you will come to regret it later. And we want to make it special for you. We'll handle everything, with your guidance, of course – including Molly. Trust us, please."
Ginny gave her the stink eye as she was shuffled into a changing stall by Fleur and sat down on the bench inside. Did they really have to do this on Valentine's Day? It happened to fall on a Saturday this year, her only day off from training with the Harpies, and she wanted to spend the day curled up on the couch with Harry.
The door to the stall opened and Hermione came in with several dresses. Ginny crinkled her nose at all the lace in Hermione's arms but knew trying them on would be the only way to get Hermione off her back. She tried on each one, making sure Hermione knew how much the lace on each one scratched her delicate skin. As she was eyeing the last of Hermione's picks with a resigned sigh, Fleur came in with her eyes wide.
"Zis one. You must try zis one and no other." Ginny breathed a sigh of relief at the thought of this finally being over with. She definitely did not want to go through this experience again. Fleur carefully helped her into the dress, then made some last minute adjustments with her wand to make sure if fit in all the right places.
"Come look at yourself in the mirror outside!" Fleur was almost bouncing up and down with joy; Ginny was unnerved a little because she had never seen her sister-in-law like this before.
She stepped up to the podium and sucked in a breath. The white dress was strapless, blending smoothly into her ivory skin and making the freckles on her shoulders glow. Delicate beadwork all along her bust spilled down her side where the fabric was gathered on her hip while the fabric fluidly opened into an A-line all the way down to the floor. It took her a moment to remember to breathe. She had never felt this beautiful before. Merlin, she wanted Harry to see her now, to see his expression as she gracefully walked up to him while he was too stunned to speak. Before she knew what was happening tears started spilling from her eyes.
“You can wear your hair in a chignon like zis, or down and have it dusted with fairy dust – ma cherie! What is wrong?"
Ginny jammed her palms into her eyes, not wanting to break down completely in public.
“Nothing. I'm fine." She took a minute to stuff her emotions back down into her chest. Ginny turned to her sister-in-law.
“So… what else needs to be planned?"
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Auror Ron Weasley
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How do you see Harry and Ginny navigating their 40s?
Disclaimer: I am neither British nor middle aged so take this with a grain of salt 🤓
I’m not sure navigating is the right word so much as drifting along doing their own thing and taking things as they come. That’s the Harry and Ginny way™. I honestly haven’t really given much thought to middle aged Harry and Ginny, but I will admit that much of my perception of them at that age is heavily influenced by the Tea Time series by Frombluetored. That being said...
Harry and Ginny’s priorities have always been to each other, and then as their children came along, their family. It’s a bit scary “letting go” of your children once they’re old enough to go to Hogwarts, but I believe Harry and Ginny do their best to guide their children through their letters and the few times in the year they do see them, and just have to trust that they’ve raised them well enough so far to make good decisions on their own.
With a now empty house, Harry and Ginny have to work to re-relate to each other and find small ways to show they still appreciate each other after all these years. I think Ginny is the one who leads Harry on this front since I think she is more attuned to how relationships should and shouldn’t work, especially growing up watching Molly and Arthur. I also think they also sort of reconnect with and spend a lot more time as couples with Ron and Hermione.
One more thing: the one thing I do like about Cursed Child (besides Scorbus) is how they portray an emotionally raw Harry being comforted by Ginny. I could totally see how, by middle age, Ginny becomes much more mature than the kid who always has to prove herself and ends up being the anchor for the whole family - most especially for Harry.
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Harry never thought Ginny was any cuter than the time, when they were first married, he came home early from work and caught her rocking out to dance music while cleaning the kitchen.
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See the Romione companion piece (x)
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SOO I meant to write something yesterday for Harry’s birthday but then uh life happened. Happy belated birthday?
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Little snores keep me awake; not because they are loud but because they keep reminding me of you. That first night you left he cried for half the night for dada, so I put him in bed with me the next night. I guess we both needed the comfort of each other’s presence. I look over at his tiny chest rising and falling next to me - Merlin he looks so much like you when he’s sleeping. Between the long thin frame of his face, his mop of messy black hair (can you imagine if we had had a girl?), even the sweeping eyelashes which flutter in dreams, all make me wish you were here with me.
The summer heat is dense and oppressive, so I get up to open the window. Somewhere in the distance a wolf howls and I swear for a moment I think it’s Lupin. That’s impossible of course, but my eyes affix themselves to the full moon nonetheless. My mother told me something once when I was child that I would never forget: on the rare occasion that my father had to go on a work trip for the Ministry, she knew that they were still looking at the same night sky and wishing each other good night. A spark of worry flickers in the pit of my stomach at the thought of you being so far away somewhere on your reconnaissance mission, and I say a little prayer to whoever would listen that you wouldn’t do anything stupid - though admittedly that’s something Ron would be more apt to do. The wind picks up just then, making the trees dance in its wake, and I lean into its coolness. I close my eyes and feel the breeze speaking to me, sending me your love from afar even though the words themselves were unintelligible. I knew then that everything was going to be ok.
Good night Harry, and happy birthday.
Ginny ❤️
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Come join us on the Official Harry and Ginny discord! We’re in the middle of doing a writing challenge for Harry’s 40th (😱) birthday!
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If you aren’t reading Noticing... why aren’t you???
https://archiveofourown.org/works/15936890/chapters/37161587
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Confessions of married life #56:
Harry: Well James finally passed out in his toddler bed what do you say we have a few rounds of hair pulling, gravity defying, illicit bedroom activities?
Ginny: ...
Harry: just kidding it’s 11:00 and we both have to get up early for work tomorrow
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Confessions of married life #32:
Hermione: I’d like, just once, to be able to pick up something off the floor without being bumrushed by Ron.
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Agreed. 100%.
I received this review for my story, The Potters and the Weasleys, the other day from a user called Celine Griffyndor:
“to me, Harry is a dick, why didn’t he say what he really thinks about the other boy? and also Harry agreed to go with a girl he didn’t even know and threw Ginny to the enemy, I thought Harry would try to talk to Neville to call Ginny. Harry doesn’t really look like James’ son, unfortunately, he has the profile of a withdrawn teenager (as well as growing up with his uncles). I really liked the fic proposal and the plot, congratulations on your creativity and writing. however, this Harry is an idiot and I also agree that he does not deserve Ginny, are you sure he has already kissed and been with other girls? why would Ginny be interested in him? It is quite contradictory. this last chapter left me very frustrated”
There are differing opinions on whether or not people should post negative reviews on fanfiction.  I do understand the desire by some to be 100% positive, all the time, when it comes to fanfiction.  Because, at the end of the day, we do this for free.
I disagree with this.  As long as they are constructive and not just mean, I have no issues with negative reviews.  On the contrary, they often can be helpful.  So, while I think the above reviewer could have been a bit more tactful with their words, the existence of this review does not offend me. 
We seem to live in this world where people believe there can be no negativity in the public sphere.  Everything must be 100% positive, all the time. I’m sorry, but this just isn’t reality.  When you make the choice to post a fic online for the public to consume, it is their right to consume and respond how they see fit.  As a writer, you don’t owe your audience anything (with some obvious exceptions).  But your audience is not obligated to sing your praises.  They owe you nothing back.
When I write my stories, I want people to like it.  Writing is not simply a matter of personal expression; otherwise I’d never publish it. I am putting my story out there to be judges and critiqued. Just because I do it for free does not absolve me of that criticism.  Because then we get back into the terrible mindset of real art meaning something you make money from.  
Additionally, we should always strive to be better.  If I want more engagement on my fics, which I do, I need to improve and earn that praise. If my fic is bad, I don’t get engagement and reviews. Thus, it stands to reason that constructive criticism that makes my fic better would yield more reviews and praise.  If I don’t take the time to get better, how entitled would it be of me to demand more reviews and kudos.  What even is praise worth if every person is getting the same “great chapter” from scrappy?  
When I read a review like the one above, I do get upset for a moment.  It does suck when someone doesn’t like your writing. Let’s not pretend one bad review doesn’t equal 10 good ones. But after I get upset, I start thinking about the comment. Are they right?  Maybe my Harry is too passive and weak? Why would Ginny like him.  So you know what I do if I think the critic’s review has merit?  I fix my writing.  Already, this review has given me some ideas on how I can show Harry in the way I always intended him to be viewed.
Because as a writer, as a Hinny writer especially, I’m going to fuck it up from time to time.  I will get characters’ voices wrong, create contrived situations, do a shitty job of representation, etc.  I hope I  will get called out for it.  And I’ll acknowledge my fuck up and strive to do better. 
That’s a good thing.  Writers, including fanfiction writers, need to be ok with being called out. And reviewers should assume the best in the writer instead of the worst. If we get a character’s voice wrong, don’t assume we deliberately made that choice all the time.  Assume we intended the best for the character because we love the character and want to do right by them, but we missed the mark.  Help us get better. Don’t just say “Harry is a dick” or Harry is a wimp.”  Explain that you think Harry’s actions are coming off as mean or too passive. Make a suggestion on how to improve it.
As an avid reader of fanfic, and a newer writer, I want every fic I read to be of a high level.  I want writers to legitimately get better and produce strong stories. So, if you are a reader of my dumb stories, please tell me how I can get better.  Fanfiction shouldn’t be an echo chamber of false praise. 
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Thanks for the tag, @al-in-the-air!
From my last snippet:
How do you tell someone - I want to pick up where we left off?
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thanks for the tag, @dustylovelyrun!!
Rules: Post the last line that you wrote, then tag as many writeblrs as there are words in the line!
So I’m working on editing my NaNo novel from last year, so here’s the last sentence from that project - 
Eleanor had that swift, efficient sort of tone that made it apparent to everyone how important she was.
tagging @i-heal-miraculously @alrightginger @blitheringmcgonagall @es-bee @women-inthe-sequel @frustratedpoetwrites @littlejeanniebean @petals-to-fish @lizardcookie @downn-in-flames if you feel like it :)
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