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Reading reminders makes me so frustrated by just how much the films messed up Ginny Weasley. Ginny was an important character to me in the books because it was the first time in my life I got to read about a girl who reveled in her femininity yet still had her own voice and made that voice be heard. Ginny Weasley was pretty and liked boys and cute, fluffy things and she made tacky Valentine cards and sent them to her crush and, stereotypically, none of that equates to a strong female character. Strong female characters are usually written as plain and studious and they don’t put a lot of focus on boys because they’re too busy saving the world (ahem, Hermione), but Ginny just was. She didn’t let what happened to her in her first year break her spirit or character, she took charge of her life and told her brothers to mind their own, and she owned her sexuality wholly and so assuredly. And it was SO GREAT, I cheered for Ginny throughout the series because I could relate to her. 

And then movie Ginny comes along and she’s tying Harry’s shoe laces and feeding him pie and seen pining for him in OotP and that’s not Ginny. At all. She would tell Harry to tie his own shoe before her prat brothers tried to trip him up and she’d bring him a piece of pie, sure, but it’d come with a fork so he could feed his damn self, and she certainly didn’t spend her entire time at Hogwarts weeping into pillows over Harry Potter. She dated other boys, lots of them, and she enjoyed their company, for the most part. It’s almost like Ginny’s true character was just far too progressive to put on the big screen so they had to knock her down a few notches to deem her as “suitable". And that pisses me off royally.

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Your favorite hinny scene and why?

This may sound weird but I think it's the break-up scene.

It's just that I think it is the perfect summary of how amazing they are, how it could only really be Ginny for Harry and no one else.

She met Harry's gaze with the same hard, blazing look that he had seen when she had hugged him after winning the Quidditch Cup in his absence, and he knew that at that moment they understood each other perfectly, and that when he told her what he was going to do now, she would not say 'Be careful', or 'Don't do it', but accept his decision, because she would not have expected anything less of him.

Notice how not only Ginny knows what's coming but Harry already knows how she will react to what he's going to say. They both know each other like the back of their hands.

And so he steeled himself to say what he had known he must say ever since Dumbledore had died.

I'm sorry, can we talk about the fact that he left this thing until the very last moment because he couldn't bear doing it sooner?

'Ginny, listen...' he said very quietly, as the buzz of conversation grew louder around them and people began to get to their feet. 'I can't be involved with you any more. We've got to stop seeing each other. We can't be together.'

She said, with an oddly twisted smile, 'It's for some stupid, noble reason, isn't it?'

Of course, it's Ginny that gives us probably the best summary ever of Harry's personality. I love that line so much.

'It's been like... like something out of someone else's life, these last few weeks with you,' said Harry. 'But I can't... we can't... I've got things to do alone now.'

Ginny may not be crying but I am. For the love of God. "Something out of someone else's life". Harry let me give you a hug, please.

And then of course we have Harry who starts stammering because it's too painful and he doesn't even know how to say it again.

She did not cry, she simply looked at him, 'Voldemort uses people his enemies are close to. He's already used you as bait once, and that was just because you're my best friend's sister. Think how much danger you'll be in if we keep this up. He'll know, he'll find out. He'll try and get to me through you.'

Notice how the diary is brought back? The one thing that between CoS and OotP Harry never wanted to bring up? Because if we go back to CoS we can all remember how horrified Harry was about what had happened to Ginny. And in OotP, when the "lucky you" scene already happened, Harry still recalls the Chamber as that time he saved Ginny from a basilisk. And when he doesn't want her to go to the Ministry there's this contrast between his refusal and the fact that he admitted himself that she was good in the DA. And it all comes down to this sense of protectiveness that he always had towards her and was reflected in his refusal to bring to the front of his mind the diary. We see Harry in HBP not pushing this thing into the depths of his mind anymore but accepting instead Ginny's trauma. But now, exactly because he doesn't forget anymore, in his need to protect her, he can't help using what happened to increase his fears.

'What if I don't care?' said Ginny fiercely.

Stubborn idiot number one.

'I care,' said Harry. 'How do you think I'd feel if this was your funeral... and it was my fault ...'

And stubborn idiot number two.

A match made in heaven.

Also, Harry thinking about Ginny's funeral and how he wouldn't bear it. Because I wasn't already crying enough.

She looked away from him, over the lake.

The fact that Miss CEO of the blazing look can't look him in the eyes says a lot about her emotional state. The emotional resilience of this girl honestly. Of the both of them.

'I never really gave up on you,' she said. 'Not really. I always hoped... Hermione told me to get on with life, maybe go out with some other people, relax a bit around you, because I never used to be able to talk if you were in the room, remember? And she thought you might take a bit more notice if I was a bit more - myself.'

And finally we have the behind the scenes of what was going on with Ginny.

But despite it all, she never gave up on him. How could she? They are soulmates! Ok, I'm fine, I swear. No, but seriously, this is such an important line because it adds to the sense of inevitability of Harry and Ginny. Their love goes beyond logic and it surely goes beyond convenience.

'Smart girl, that Hermione,' said Harry, trying to smile. 'I just wish I'd asked you sooner. We could've had ages... months... years maybe...'

And here Harry brings it up. The boy has clearly done some self-reflection, he had seven months of pining to occupy after all, and has realised that his feelings for Ginny were already old news when he acknowledged them.

'But you've been too busy saving the wizarding world,' said Ginny, half-laughing.

And Ginny explains to us what the author did to keep them apart for so many years: distract Harry. It's literally explained by the characters, I don't know how people don't get this.

'Well... I can't say I'm surprised. I knew this would happen in the end. I knew you wouldn't be happy unless you were hunting Voldemort. Maybe that's why I like you so much.'

This. This part is so important. There's only one other person besides Ginny who acknowledges this very important thing, Dumbledore. Harry doesn't do what he does because he is the Chosen One, he is the Chosen One because he's Harry. And it's a very inconvenient thing because Harry won't stop worrying about evil once Voldemort is defeated, it was clear by his actions in the first book. Being on the front lines, even if to a minor degree, will always be part of Harry's life, and the fact that it's one of the reasons why Ginny loves him shows why their relationship was always destined to end in marriage. Harry is not an easy person to be with, therefore his life partner needs to be someone quite unique, one might say... a soulmate.

Harry could not bear to hear these things, nor did he think his resolution would hold if he remained sitting beside her.

My poor sweet angel. He knows that if he stays near her this will be the shortest break-up in history, as it will be proven in DH, and he can't allow that.

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Ginny and Harry, two main characters

I find it really sad how overlooked is the rarity of Harry and Ginny's couple dynamic.

In stories like Harry Potter where the main character is clearly the main character and not just the person who gives us their point of view for the story, it's very common that the love interest isn't an equal to the hero. Usually, the love interest is one of the helpers of the main character which inevitably creates an unbalanced dynamic where a lot of the life experiences of the love interest revolve around the main character. Take Ron and Hermione, they are not equals to Harry. They are equals to each other, they are the only two people who know what it means to be Harry's best friend in the war but the stories/adventures they are involved in aren't theirs. They are not equals to Harry, which doesn't mean they are less or more, just something else.

Ginny on the other end is the only character between the young ones - besides Harry obviously - that is a main character in her own right. She has her own story, her own friends, her own adventures, her own giant trauma, and her own relationship with darkness. She has her own hero story with her leading the rebellion at Hogwarts and her own helpers, Neville and Luna.

She is a main character whose story we don't have the opportunity to read. And Harry is her love interest just as much as she is Harry's one. She may understand Harry perfectly and so be perfect for him, but Harry understands her perfectly too and therefore is the only logical love interest for her.

And even after the books she keeps being Harry's equal becoming famous in her own right with professional Quidditch and then assuming the most influential role in Wizarding World sport as editor of the sports section for the Prophet.

She even has her sort of prophecy with the whole being the first daughter in seven generations and the seventh sibling, something that supposedly makes her quite powerful, something that we see, something that even Slughorn, a man who knows pretty much all the people who are worth being known, recognizes.

To solidify this point, her story is circular like Harry's. If Harry starts this story as someone who needs to be rescued and who is in search of a family he ends it with him protecting other people for a job and having a loving family. Ginny starts her story as a young girl who as such has to hide her true ambitions, as someone who because she wrote in a diary faced unspeakable horrors, and she ends the story with being famous for her talent, the mother of a youngest sibling and girl that she'll make sure will grow up not needing to hide her ambitions and a journalist, reclaiming her passion for writing.

Harry and Ginny are basically two main characters with a lot of secondary characters in common who happened to find each other and get married. It's basically a cross-over between two stories it's just that we've read only one of the two.

#hinny

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James and/or Sirius laughing at Harry for growing (or trying to) grow a beard 🧔

That’s it

That’s my comment

Ahhh, it's midnight for me I work early tomorrow but I just *had* to write something along these lines!

Set during winter break at Year 6 (or my fave pining Harry time). Warning for some slang and also that I edited on the phone

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“Fuck. No, no, it can’t be… fuck!”

The first slang would have made Sirius stop on his way down the hall, but the tone of desolation that follows it, added by the most hopelessness he has ever heard in Harry's voice, makes him open the door to his godson’s bedroom without waiting for an answer.

(Always risky when it comes to teenagers, but it seems to be an emergency)

The first thing he notices is the rotten smell, then the smoke coming out of a cauldron with the fire beneath still lit; sparkles are coming out of Harry’s wand, which he holds high (underage magic? That he won’t tell), but then Sirius’ gaze falls on Harry’s face and he ignores anything else.

Because on Harry’s face there is something so horrendous that Sirius won’t dare to call it a beard. It’s hair.

Harry’s chin spots the same hair as in his head. It’s a dark messy beard that makes him look as if his hair grew all around his mouth.

“What the hell?”

“Don’t laugh!” Harry tells him immediately, a little bit threatening, but Sirius is truly too shocked to even break a smile. This thing is too ghastly for even him to crack a joke about it. “I… I messed up, okay?”

“Kid, that’s an overstatement,” Sirius says, getting closer to his godson slowly. He touches his beard. “How did you get hair on your chin? That’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Ugh.” Harry throws a guilty look to the cauldron on the floor. “It’s Grandpa Monty’s fault.”

“Unless his ghost came back to screw your face, it seems as if you did this to yourself, kid.”

“No, I… Look!” He picks a scroll, waving it in front of Sirius’ nose. “I found his old notes in the attic. Five-Second Eazybeard! I swear I brewed the potion exactly as he wrote.”

Sirius eyes the smelly potion.

“Are you sure it was your granddad’s notes? This doesn’t seem like Monty's style at all.”

“Well… I thought so. He was the potioneer in the family, right? And he invented Sleekeazy!”

“And then he didn’t launch anything else,” Sirius reminds him, looking at the potion instructions.

“Because he was rich enough and didn’t need more money?”

Sirius laughs. “Nah, Monty was curious enough to keep inventing. This was probably an attempt that didn’t work.” Sirius shakes his head, smirking. “Look, I am not trying to pull a Lily here, but trying untested potions? That’s a bad idea, Harry.”

"I haven't had problems so far," Harry mumbles to himself. As Sirius is about to ask him what he means by that, Harry grabs his hand suddenly. "I learned the lesson, ok? Now you gotta help me!"

Sirius lifts an eyebrow. "The only thing that would help you is a scissor."

"I've tried! The bathroom is full of this thing, but it just grew back! I've tried to cut it magically, and it's all the same. You are the adult here, do something!"

"What do you want me to do? I can't do an antidote just looking at the ingredient list! You need Lily, just call her—"

"I…" the part of Harry's face that is not covered by hair flushes. "I can't. She is at the Burrow now, helping Mrs Weasley with the New Year's party."

"Then let's go, I am sure it will be easy for her—"

"No!" Harry looks in panic now, his eyes widened. "She cannot know what… what happened."

"Lily will know as soon as—"

"Not… not Mum, it's… look, that's fine. Mum will be back tomorrow, I will just spend the New Year hiding in my room pretending I don't exist."

"Harry… there's nothing to be embarrassed about. You know, growing hair body is perfectly normal at your age—"

"Ugh, stop teasing me."

"I wish I could, but you look truly horrible." Sirius winks at him, sitting on Harry's bed. "What prompted you to do this?"

Harry's flush intensifies.

"I was trying to grow a beard."

"Oh, really?"

"It's… it's stupid, okay? But Ginny was… I mean, I heard some girls saying that they enjoyed guys with a beard and I can only grow that stupid stubble and—argh—I just thought I could give it a try but now I have hair growing all around my head and—"

"You are babbling, kid, I got it."

"No, you don't." Harry runs his hand through his hair, looking very much like James when he is most nervous. "You get to grow a beard when you want it. You get this whole shining hair. You get women to sigh for you and I… I am just this stupid teenager who can't even have a full beard."

Sirius blinks. "You are worrying way too much, Harry. And, well, if you want to be assured, you are nice—girls have taken a fancy to you, haven't they?"

"That's just the Chosen One thing, it's not really… me."

Sirius fights back a smile. Harry seems really desolate.

"Look, you've grown well. You are still growing. I am sure people notice you. You have your mother's gorgeous eyes and you do look like James—if there is any comfort in this, I remind you that James got Lily to feel attracted to him, so you can't be that bad." Harry frowns, and Sirius isn't sure if it's because he doesn't want to think of their parents being attracted to each other or if because he doesn't trust Lily's opinion on this matter. "I am sure Ginny thinks you are attractive, beard or no beard."

Harry jumps.

"Who said anything—"

"Oh, are we still pretending you don't fancy her?"

Harry looks away. "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Yeah, sure. So you don't mind going to the Burrow now and showing up like this?"

"Of course I do! I mean… Ron would tease me."

"Ron."

"And the twins. I mean, look at this!"

"Yeah, I would be upset if they didn't. So many joke opportunities. You are hairy, Harry."

Harry puts his hands in front of his face. Sirius refrains from telling him this doesn't hide his beard at all.

"So… what do I do now?"

"We truly need Lily's help on this… we need to go to the Burrow."

"I can't—"

"Don't worry." Sirius breathes heavily. "Your godfather won't leave you alone on this."

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"It was an accident, Lily," Sirius tells her, his hand playing with the hair over his chin. His new grown hair beard reaches his chest and Sirius is almost finishing a braid by now. "I was trying some old potion, and then Harry was close and it just splashed in both of us."

Lily lifts her eyebrows, her eyes moving from Sirius to Harry and then back.

"An accident?" she repeats, incredulous.

"I am so sorry," he says, the portrait of innocence. "Could you help us with an antidote? And before you say anything, I know I shouldn't have tested an unknown potion. But do this for Harry, not for me. Poor kid doesn't deserve to spend the night hiding. It's a New Year's party after all!"

Lily shakes her head, amused.

"Fine, because you asked so eloquently. I will grab my potion kit, a hair inhibitor should be enough."

"You truly are the best, Lily," Sirius tells her, beaming.

Harry waits until his mother is out of the room to let out a relieved breath.

"Thanks so much, Sirius," he says.

Sirius nods, still messing with the hair on his chin. It's so weird and it looks as ghastly in him as it does on Harry.

He doesn't regret applying that potion to his face. His sacrifice worked just as he planned to: with two people having hair growing out of their chins, the attention was divided and with Sirius taking the blame, people felt sorry enough for Harry to not mock him much.

"Hey," they turn around to see Ginny coming closer, holding a tray with some sandwiches for them. "Mum thought you would be hungry while hiding here."

"Thanks," Sirius says, because Harry seems too busy pretending to look outside the window, anything so he can try to avoid Ginny looking at his beard.

Ginny nods at Sirius, but she approaches Harry anyway.

"Your mum is already working on the antidote, don't worry," she tells him gently. "Look, it's not as bad as that time Percy tried to grow a moustache, remember?"

Harry chuckles. "You are so lying."

"I would never," she assures him, voice light. "Look at me."

Harry turns to her almost as if he can't control it. His eyes soften as he gazes upon her, and Sirius is suddenly reminded of how Lily always looks when she sees James.

Ginny raises her hand slowly, giving Harry plenty of time to back away, but he just stays quiet as she touches his beard, her fingers running through it. Sirius suspects Harry isn't even breathing anymore.

"It's soft," she tells Harry and for a moment they just stare at each other. Sirius decides that he is really witnessing a moment that he doesn't want to, but his attempt to quietly leave the room only alerts them to his presence. Ginny's hand falls back as if she got electrocuted. "Anyway, you look better without it."

Harry grimaces. "I guess that stupid stubble is better than this."

"Stupid stubble?" Ginny blinks, evidently surprised. "It's not stupid, I… I mean, girls love it on you."

"They do?"

"Yeah, well, just thinking about your stubble brushing my skin—I mean, their skin, as in other girls' shoulders, or holding your face while… never mind, I just… I just heard it, that's all. You are drawing a lot of attention."

"I know, all this Chosen One stupid thing—"

"It's not it... you are really oblivious to your charm, Harry."

"You think I am charming?" Harry asks, longing evident in his voice now.

"I…" Ginny hesitates, turning away as if she doesn't want to answer this while looking at Harry, and her eyes meet Sirius. He smirks at her, knowing perfectly well her answer. Ginny's face reddens even as her jaw sets in a protective instance. "Yeah, with the stubble. Everyone knows it. It's common knowledge. I… I have to go, I think I heard Mum calling me."

Sirius could point out that Molly didn't call her at all, but he opts for just letting Ginny go, his smirk more than enough to let her know she didn't fool him.

At the other corner of the room, Harry's face is spotting a huge grin, watching the door with a dreamy expression.

"She likes my stubble!" He declares happily. "Oh, I need to take off this stupid long beard now."

Sirius shakes his head at Harry, amused. At least Harry won't ever complain about his inability to grow a beard again.

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Hiccough

JILY CHALLENGE AUGUST 2021 | @izzy-belle-reads vs @coffeemyloves

Summer feelings + heavens are you trying to kill me? stOP licking your ice cream/lolly like that I can’t cOPE

The setting sun was changing the sky from blue into beautiful orange. Almost at the end of August, days were shorter and evenings colder. As the chilly air was creeping into her room, Lily closed the window. But before she turned around, she heard light tapping against the glass - an owl, eagle-owl, she noticed. She let the bird in, took the letter from its leg and let it fly into the night. 

Lily didn’t have to check who sent her the letter, she recognised the owl instantly. It was from James Potter. Potter, who - to her surprise - was slowly becoming her friend. During the last month of sixth year he was less unbearable and Lily realized she was genuinely enjoying her time with him. They exchanged a few letters during the summer and she was happy - but mostly shocked - to learn that he will be Head Boy beside her. 

He was asking her to meet tomorrow, she read. It didn’t take her long to consider, it’s not like she has anything to do anyway. 

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“Really Potter? Buying books three days before school?” 

Diagon Alley was especially crowded and loud - full of students and their parents trying to buy everything at the last moment. Something she wanted to avoid.

“What can I say, I had better things to do than thinking about school” he grinned. His glasses were slightly skewed, hair ruffled and hands in pockets of his jeans. He didn’t seem bothered by the crowd at all. 

“Yes, I can imagine - you probably discovered new ways to brew Hiccoughing Solution.” Lily knew it was impossible, potions were not his strong point. 

“Yes, the Hiccoughing Solution, I will use it on whoever crosses me” he laughed. 

After they bought everything they needed, she wanted to apparate home, tired from the Alley’s loudness.

“Hey, don’t go yet. How about we go somewhere else?” he asked with a hopeful look in his eyes. “Do you trust me?”

James reached out his hand and waited for her to take it. She knew him well enough to be uncertain because of his question. Usually it was a way to let somebody’s guard down and pull a prank on them. But Lily felt different now, he felt different now, like she actually could trust him. Trust him with everything, anytime. 

“Don’t make me regret it” she said with a sigh and took his hand.

James grinned and apparated them. 

*

The fresh air was the first thing Lily noticed. She looked around - they were on a beach with only a few people around. The sun was shining brightly but the cold sea breeze caused a shiver down her spine. Her deep red hair was blown by the wind. She looked at James and realised he was staring at her with a small smile on his lips. His right hand was still holding hers, she noticed, but didn’t take it away. ‘It feels nice,’ she thought, almost surprised. 

To her astonishment James's left hand reached to her and tugged her hair behind the ear, his thumb gently touching her cheek. As if realising what he did James quickly took his hand and cleared his throat. “Fancy a walk?” he asked quietly, his cheeks slightly red. Lily just smiled and started walking. 

They strolled near the shore still holding hands. They walked in silence for a while, both not sure how to start the conversation so it wouldn’t feel weird. Lily took a breath to say something but she hiccuped. They both started laughing. 

“When did you manage to give me potion, Potter?”

“I have my ways Evans, you were very distracted looking into my eyes. Not my fault you didn’t notice being poisoned” he joked and she poked him with elbow. After that conversation came easily.

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As they were walking Lily was laughing at all his jokes, even not funny ones. She felt so light and carefree. She noticed that she liked his smile, so honest and full, his eyes sparking with humor, the way his hand was gently holding hers, his fingers caressing her palm. And she liked their banter, his jokes. A year ago she would probably consider them rude, but now she just couldn’t stop laughing. 

They stopped to buy some ice cream and sat down to eat them. Lily was looking at the sea, the waves gently crushing over the sand. The sun was slowly setting, warm colours reflected on the water. 

“Heavens, are you trying to kill me?” James asked with an exaggerated voice. “Stop licking your ice cream like that, I can’t cope.”

She laughed and continued with the joke “Like what? That?” Lily licked the ice cream suggestively, looking into his eyes. James’s cheeks turned red and he looked away. 

“Alright, alright. Seriously, stop it, please.” He was still laughing, but it felt different. Almost like he was embarrassed. 

Lily stood up. “It’s getting late, I think we should come back.” James followed her lead and they found a place without muggles to apparate. 

“Thanks for meeting me today, it was fun,” he said with a big grin on his face.

“Yes, it was really nice. You want to meet on the train?” He nodded his head. “See you in two days,” she said quietly and, without thinking, she kissed James’s cheek. He looked surprised but didn’t say anything. 

As Lily was apparating, she thought she’s really looking forward to seeing him again.

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Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2

Day 30, Post #2 by @whizzfizz

Title: Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 Author/Artist: whizzfizz Pairing: Harry/Ginny Prompt: Cuddling Rating: T Trigger Warning(s) (if any): mentions of canon-typical violence, nightmares and very mild allusion to sex

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Ginny’s worst fear is having to tell her children that Harry is not coming home. 

  It starts after the war, when Harry is sent off in increasingly dangerous missions and Andromeda is working night shifts. Ginny rocks and soothes little Teddy, whispering words of comfort in the toddler’s ear. As Remus and Dora’s child snuggles into her chest, Ginny contemplates the weight of parenthood. She wonders how she could ever explain to Teddy that he will not be able to see Harry anymore. She wonders if she would ever have the strength for such a task. 

She is aware of the risks. This is Harry, for Merlin’s sake. Not just any Auror. She knows his name is and will forever remain an obvious target. She knew it when they kissed by the Great Lake and when he broke up with her. She knew it as they stole that furtive embrace after the funerals and much later, when he got down on one knee in front of her. Ginny knows the fear of losing him will persist like a shadow. 

Being an Auror’s wife is not easy. The role involves a lot of patience, a lot of waiting, a lot of worry. Rushed goodbyes on Christmas mornings and midnights lost running down the corridors of St. Mungo’s. It also involves promising her children that Dad will be home very soon, safe and sound, even though she does not know if that is true. 

Czytaj dalej

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give me hinny fic recs

YES HINNY HERE YOU GO

can you light the fire?: the first fic i bookmarked on ao3. its a modern au and i love it so much just *chefs kiss* and there's some harry and ron friendship too which is written so well

for a pessimist, i'm pretty optimistic by @annerbhp : its canon divergent and one of my favourite tropes "there's only one bed". awesome read

Come Stay for the Summer by @ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey: hinny texting fic!!! this is the only texting fic for this ship i have found and i love it so much. its funny and i love harry's character in this.

Summer 1996 by @captainyellowsturm : cannot rec this enough!!! a hbp missing moment fic on how harry and ginny get close before his 6th year. i reread this often

Perpendicular: probably the best canon divergent hinny fic i have ever read.

Let Me love & you got me, runaway by @stuckwith-harry: this is like my favourite hinny fic EVER. a fwb to lovers. you have to read this without fail. i have reread this like a 100 times.

long story short by @remusloopins: canon divergent fic. set in hbp. love to reread this from time to time. you have to read this too.

the wolf's just a puppy (and the door's double-locked) by @pebblysand: post war. this fic is just. i can't even describe how much i love this fic. so well written. i cried reading this.

manifesto by @could-have-beens: this fic is so awesome. its short but its definetely in my favourites. you have to read this. this has also made me cry.

The Thief by @remedialpotions : canon divergent. murder mystery. harry and ginny are both aurors. i just love case fics and this one is done so briliiantly. read the tags before you start though.

all around you by @theroomofreq : modern, college au. meet cute. ginny is a football player and harry is her no1 fan. this was so cute. i was smiling the whole time.

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Sometimes I write the most random things at night.

This is a Part 2 (3?) of that comfort Sirius Lives AU where Sirius would never shut up about Harry and Ginny getting together (or my point that Harry would be happier if anyone had lived).

Part 1 | Part 2 (no need to read them)

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‘All things packed? Socks folded and all?’

Harry jumps, turning to Sirius with a fond smile; he has just closed his trunk. ‘You know, nobody ever asked me that.’

‘Remus told me to ask you. He’s adamant I should be a serious godfather.’

Harry grins. ‘He did not.’

‘He may have used the word responsible instead,’ Sirius agrees, grinning. 'People seem to avoid the word "serious" near me.'

Sirius crosses his arm, leaning against the door of Harry’s room (Harry has a room there that he decorated with Sirius’ help, with his personal belongings that no one judges him for), watching Harry with attention.

‘Excited for tomorrow?’

Harry shrugs. He loves Hogwarts but he won’t deny that for the first time he wasn’t counting the days to go back. Between Sirius’ company, the summer days at the Burrow and the first vacation he took since… since forever, he could add a few more days to that summer break.

‘You’ll enjoy the Sixth Year,’ Sirius says. ‘Lots of free time. It’s so relaxing after O.W.L.s.’ There is a smirk on Sirius’ face now. ‘Good dating opportunities too.’

Harry rolls his eyes, his face reddening.

‘What?’ Sirius asks, innocent. ‘I meant about your friends, Ron and Hermione. They were all over each other this summer, didn’t you see?’

‘They are always like that.’

‘Talking to each other all the time, finding every excuse to be together, laughing until late in the night—’

‘Fine, fine, I won’t be surprised.’

But Sirius hasn’t stopped. ‘—Teasing each other non-stop, flying together every sunset—’

‘That wasn’t them,’ Harry interrupts, frowning.

Sirius blinks. ‘No? Oh, right, I was thinking about you and Ginny, sorry.’ He doesn’t look remorseful, though.

Something warm spreads through Harry. His neck burns—maybe he’s got some allergy.

‘Come on, Ginny and I—we are nothing like Ron and Hermione.’

‘No, no, you bicker a lot less. More of a teasing banter. Well, to each couple their own foreplay—’

‘Foreplay? Couple? No, no.’

‘Yes, yes.’

‘I am not—we are not—Ron’s sister—she has a boyfriend!’

‘Well, people are allowed to make bad choices once in a while,’ Sirius notes, shrugging, evidently not considering Ginny’s relationship status a problem.

‘You… you are out of your mind, really. I don’t… I can’t fancy her!’

‘Why not?’

‘Because she… she is Ron’s sister.’

‘Well, Lily was Petunia’s sister, imagine if James considered that.’

‘Ugh, Sirius. It’s nothing to do—Ron would never accept it.’

‘Good thing it’s not Ron who you want to snog.’

‘Snog? I don’t… I can’t—’

‘Fine,’ Sirius sighs, though the smile is still on his face. It’s a victorious smile that does nothing to calm Harry. ‘Tell me you can’t see yourself snogging Ginny and I’ll drop it.’

‘I…’

He begins the phrase with the full intention of finishing it, but now that Sirius has mentioned it, his voice extremely reasonable, Harry can’t avoid the thought. It is easy, strangely easy, as if his unconsciousness has been harbouring these images for a while, almost a dream of a dream, and until then Harry didn’t realize they existed.

But now all he can see as clearly as if they happened is the scene of him and Ginny after one of their silly races, reaching the ground and dismounting the broom still laughing, still full with the adrenaline of the dive. Ginny’s hair is all windswept, escaping her ponytail, framing her red face; her freckles are highlighted after so much sun exposure and this time, in his mind, Harry doesn’t resist the urge to get closer to count them.

But when he is close, with that fragrance of her perfume—the one he is also sure he didn’t notice until now, though some part of him has always registered how good-smelling she is—, staring at Ginny’s warm brown eyes, the smile on her lips…

All he can think of is that he would like very much to kiss her, no matter that she has a boyfriend or that she is Ron’s sister.

There is only Ginny.

‘AHA!’ Sirius’ cry makes Harry jump, blinking, the image of Ginny in front of him suddenly evaporating. ‘You Potters have the same pining face. It’s so adorable!’

‘No, it’s not! What—what do I do now, Sirius?’

‘Only one thing to do! Make her realize she fancies you too!’

‘But… she has a boyfriend,’ Harry mumbles, and then his face is replaced by Dean’s in his mind, and it’s Dean who is close to Ginny. He closes his eyes. ‘I feel like… like there is a monster in my chest and—’

‘Monster in your chest? We gotta better up your metaphors, Harry. But don’t worry, we will get there.’

‘I… I shouldn’t get there, she is still Ron’s sister…’

‘Ron? Your best friend Ron? The one thing you would miss the most?’

‘Yeah—he will feel like I am betraying him—’

‘Harry, you are best friends. I would even say brothers, but that would get weird considering how you definitely don’t see Ginny as your sister… But the point is that he would be happy for you! His best friend and his sister? I would be.’

‘You don’t have a sister.’

‘Good point. I have no idea how it would be, but, hey, I supported your mother with your father, and all because I saw how amazing they were together! You would support Ron and Hermione, right?’

‘I guess… I mean, I want them to be happy. If snogging would lessen their fights...’

‘Snogging helps a lot to channelize energy into something else,’ Sirius promises him. ‘You’ll see.’

Harry doesn’t look convinced. ‘Ginny still has a boyfriend.’

‘Nonsense, I’ve seen how she looks at you. And Fred and George may have mentioned something about a crush?’

‘Oh, that was years ago. Hermione told me Ginny is… over me.’

‘Then let’s get her under you! No, wait, that came out wrong. What I mean is to show her that you belong together!’

‘How do I do that?’

‘Don’t worry, I will guide you. I am an amazing matchmaker. You should have seen me with your parents.’

‘Didn’t my father take at least two years to make my mother date him?’

‘Well, you are here, right? Or as we used to call you, the final proof that James Potter and Lily Evans had—’

‘Okay! Don’t say it!’

‘That they had a love for each other, Harry,’ Sirius finishes, shaking his head, the smirk on his face bigger than ever. ‘Gods, what did you think I would say?’

Harry is sure his face is redder than the Gryffindor banners decorating the room.

‘Fine, I will listen to you.’

‘Oh, perfect.’ Sirius walks to sit on Harry’s bed, his face shining with something that Harry suddenly associates with mischief. He looks years wounger. ‘Let me share with you a wisdom I once shared with your mother—’

‘My mother?’

‘Yeah, well, you are much more like in her situation than with your father. All things considered, you are the one who fancies someone who supposedly got over you.’

‘This happened to them?’

‘Oh, yeah, by our last year they were just friends. Lily was convinced that James had moved on, and James was convinced she couldn’t ever like him back. It was rather pathetic and they were both wrong, let me tell you.’

‘Then what?’

‘Oh, lie in, Harry, let me tell you this bedtime story: how your parents got together. Once upon a time…’

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Your headcanon that Harry is afraid of Mr Blobby is genius! I'm now also imagining the Hogwarts professors being baffled when this strange, terrifying being is suddenly the bogart of almost every muggle born student in the school! 🤣

OK this is the stupidest thing I have ever written and should not be taken seriously. It's also not a return to me doing prompts/requests, I just can't sleep.

And There Was Only One Bed

Cw: swearing, references to alcohol consumption, mild sex references.

They had all had too much mulled wine. And fizz. And eggnog. As a result, the four of them had got rather silly, and were laughing so loudly that Percy, in the room below, kept banging on the ceiling. 

Part of the hilarity was how they had been forced to squeeze up in Ron’s old childhood bedroom. With Percy insisting on his old childhood bedroom just for himself and Audrey, Andromeda and Teddy in Ginny’s old room, and Bill and his family in the room that had once belonged to the twins, there hadn’t been much choice. George and Angelina had ended up having to Floo back to their flat rather than crash on the sofas in the living room. Three camp beds had been crammed in alongside Ron’s single bed, their metal frames overlapping awkwardly, stretching wall to wall. 

‘Go and sleep on the sofa!’ Ron was insisting passionately, pointing at Harry as Ginny and Hermione shook with breathless, hysterical laughter. 

‘No!’ cried Harry, with equal passion. He was face down on the camp bed, having thrown himself upon it in a whoop of familiar delight, clutching the sides lovingly. ‘I’ve missed this campbed! So many happy memories-’ 

‘We are NOT all sleeping in one big bed-’

‘It’s not one big bed!’ said Ginny. ‘Clearly!’ 

‘Where are the gaps, Ginny? Where - are - the - gaps?’ 

‘It doesn’t matter, they’re still separate beds! We still have separate duvets!’ 

But he was ignoring her, pulling on Harry’s leg in an effort to drag him out of the bed, but Harry had a surprisingly strong grip. ‘Go - down - stairs!’

‘You go downstairs!’ 

‘I’m not leaving you up here alone with my sister,’ hissed Ron. 

‘Oh now we see what it’s all about,’ said Ginny dangerously. ‘We live together, Ron-’

‘Hermione would be with us!’ said Harry. ‘There’s your supervision!’

‘She only enables the pair of you!’ 

‘Ron,’ said Hermione, still in a fit of giggles, ‘I think you’re going to have to accept it…’ 

‘Fine,’ said Ron sourly, finally dropping Harry’s foot. ‘But you’re not sleeping in beds next to each other.’ 

‘Why the fuck not-’ began Ginny. 

‘That means you can’t sleep next to Hermione,’ said Harry quickly. 

‘Yes it does, if me and Hermione are in the middle and you two are either side - you can be on my side, and Ginny-’

‘No, I’m sleeping in my bed! This is my camp bed!’ 

‘How in the name of Merlin’s hairy ballsack can you tell? They’re all exactly the same cheap camp beds, Dad probably did a gemini charm on yours, the other two will probably collapse halfway through the night-’

‘This one’s got this little dent in the metal here, see-’

‘They can’t collapse, they’re wedged so tightly in,’ added Ginny helpfully. 

Ron still looked ludicrously grumpy, his arms folded tight, glaring at Harry lying drunkenly on the bed, still pointing out the dent in the metal frame of the fold up bed with a goading grin. ‘Come on, Ron! It’ll be fun! How long’s it been since we shared a room? It’ll be like old times.’ 

‘We never shared a bed!’ he snapped. ‘Certainly not with Ginny here - Ginny, you go and sleep on the sofa!’ 

‘Certainly not - Ted has been told a series of very complex lies about Father Christmas, if he sees me in there in the morning, it might all come crashing down. There can’t be any witnesses to Father Christmas, Ron, there just can’t.’ 

‘That’s not a reason!’ said Ron furiously, as Ginny took the bed next to Harry’s, against the wall. ‘And anyway - maybe Percy’s right, maybe we shouldn’t lie to children-’

‘It’s fine,’ said Harry. ‘My aunt told me all sorts of lies.’ 

‘Yeah? What other Dursley parenting tips would you recommend?’ 

‘Oh, you know - knock ‘em about a bit, tell ‘em off for crying, all that character building stuff.’

‘Never did you any harm, did it?’ said Ron sarcastically.

‘I’m the picture of emotional well-adjustment,’ said Harry. ‘Now let me have this particular bed so I can imagine I’m twelve again.’ 

‘Fine - Ginny, move,’ Ron ordered. ‘You’re not sleeping there.’ 

‘Fine,’ she said coolly, and then deliberately clambered over Harry with unnecessary closeness to the bed on the other side of him, ignoring Ron’s howl of revulsion and Hermione and Harry’s fresh bouts of laughter. ‘Now Hermione, you can sleep on this side with me, and Ron, you can sleep on the other side of Harry-’

‘Oh, shut up Ginny - maybe we can move one of the beds, if we keep the door open-’

‘While you all squabble, I’m going to go and get into my pyjamas,’ said Hermione, taking her toothbrush and leaving. She squeezed Ron’s arm as she did. ‘I don’t think you’re going to win here.’ 

By the time she had returned, Harry and Ginny were snorting with laughter on their original beds, and Ron was lying on the other side of Harry, his arms folded, glaring at the ceiling. 'Shut up,' he was repeating in a hissing mantra. 'Shut up, shut up-'

The rest of them took turns to go to the bathroom to change and brush their teeth, and eventually settled into the beds, with Ron's firm instructions that there was to be no funny business. 

'What kind of people do you think we are, Ron?' Ginny demanded. 'Having you less than a broomstick length away from me doesn't exactly make me keen to-' 

'Yeah, all right,' said Ron sourly. 'I'm just saying - I'll make you swap with Hermione if I hear any… inappropriateness.' 

'We won't even hold hands,' Harry promised him. 

It was late now, technically Christmas morning, and so Hermione insisted on putting an end to their squabbling and turning out the lights with a swish of her wand. They were silent for a few moments in the darkness, before Harry said, 'I haven't got anywhere to put my glasses.'

'Give them here,' said Hermione, 'I'll put them on the windowsill.' 

Harry had to awkwardly lean over Ron to hand them to Hermione's shadowy figure, the camp bed creaking with his movement. 

'Oh, Harry, come back,' moaned Ginny mockingly. 

'All right, very funny,' said Ron. 'Just go to sleep, the pair of you.'

They fell back into silence, and though it was dark Harry and Ginny were close enough to see each other's expressions in what little moonlight broke through the gap of the curtains, so they grinned at one another, and tried to suppress their laughter. 

'Harry, get your foot off my leg,' said Ron sharply. 

'My foot's not on your leg!' 

'Oh, that's mine, Ron,' said Hermione sleepily. 

'Wow!' said Ginny irritably. 

'I see, so you two are allowed to cuddle up - this is stunning hypocrisy-' 

'Outrageous,' agreed Ginny.

'My feet are cold!' said Hermione. 

'No excuse,' said Harry. 'Strictly no touching.' 

'It's only a foot,' said Ron. 

'Hark who's changed their tune!'

'Oh, just go to sleep.'

'You're having fun,' Harry told him. 'You've missed having me as a dormmate.' 

'I haven't. It's nice not to be woken by you muttering and yelling your way through nightmares.' 

‘I had a really horrible nightmare the other night,' said Harry conversationally. 'But not about Voldemort.' 

'What about?'

'Well…' He propped himself up on his elbow, looking over at the dark form of Hermione on the other side of Ron. 'Hermione, you know that thing we watched at Muggleborn Committee the other week? Dudley always watched it in the summers too, I remember from, must have been summer before third year or something-' 

'What thing?' 

'That thing with that absolutely horrifying monster - it made awful noises like-' he made a strange wailing, shrieking sort of noise which made them all yelp in laughter in the darkness.

'Harry, what are you talking about?' asked Hermione with bewildered patience. 

‘That fat, jaundiced baby that crashes into everything -'

'Do you mean Mr Blobby from Noel's House Party?' 

'Yes! He’s evil, how the fuck is he allowed near kids?’

'Why on earth are you thinking about him?' 

'I told you - I had a horrible dream about him after we watched him on that thing at Muggleborn Committee. I dreamt that he was trashing my kitchen and I'd never be able to explain it to my aunt.'

Ron and Ginny were in peals of laughter. 'Harry, what the fuck are you on about?' Ginny gasped. 'How much did you drink tonight?'

'I don't know - ask George how much he put in that eggnog. But honestly - you'd understand if you saw it. Great big pink thing with these sinister yellow spots, a face that looks like it's been peeled off the corpse of a troll, a thousand yard stare-'

'They're googly eyes, Harry,' said Hermione. 

'They're haunting, Hermione.' 

'Well I quite want to see it now,' said Ron. 'Can you get me a guest pass to the next social? I want to see how bad it is.'

'Ron, I would honestly rather do the whole Triwizard Tournament all over again.'

Their laughter was interrupted by the door opening quickly and hitting the base of the campbeds with a loud clang. 'Really!' said Percy irritably, bundled up in a dressing gown in the doorway. 'It is nearly half past two in the morning! At least have the decency to cast a silencing charm!' 

They held back their sniggering and apologised, and Hermione cast muffliato as Percy left. 'We really should go to sleep now,' she whispered. 

'Yeah,' Harry whispered back. 'But I just - it's really nice us all being in the same room, you know, without it being a tent where we're all starving and sad-' 

'Oh, God,' said Ron despairingly. 'He's that stage of drunk-' 

'I'm not, I'm just saying, mate, this is like the good old days but better, and I'm really glad you're all-'

'Ginny, I can't believe I'm saying this,' said Ron through gritted teeth, 'but will you hug him or something so he shuts up and goes to sleep?'

Harry shifted closer to Ginny's camp bed, and though the hard metal bar between them was uncomfortable, they were able to hold each other close.

'Knew he'd give in,' Harry whispered.

'I heard that, you dick.'

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Ginny Weasley and The Case of Daring to be a Girl in this Fandom *that isn’t Hermione*

From the start, we are told that Ginny is shy, but only around Harry - Some fans ask why - well, because she likes him, you dolt. Have you never felt self-conscious around a person you liked? Wow, props to you if you haven’t. The rest of us mere mortals will be over here. Empathizing.

Some fans also believe her liking Harry makes her a fan girl. Well, duh. What are we all except fan girls and boys here? I mean, really, when you get right down to it. I fell in love with Harry from the very first page - why do you hold Ginny’s liking of Harry against her? The point is that she learns her lesson and doesn’t let her interest in him define her OR him. She gets to know him as a person. Indeed, she already has a natural inclination for this from early on in the series - the scene in COS where she tells off Malfoy. In this one scene Ginny shows us that she “gets” Harry.

Ginny spends an entire year fighting off the essence of Tom Riddle and yet instead of being impressed with this, most fans just... I don’t know. Forget about it? Don’t care? Or maybe it’s more misogynistic than that - maybe they just think it’s what she deserves as a “fan girl”.

Imagine the strength of character a little girl must have to fight off a charming snake such as Riddle. I’ll wait. Go ahead, do it. Harry doesn’t hold Ginny responsible. As far as I can tell, no one in-world holds Ginny responsible. So why does the fandom? She poured her heart out to a book that responded back - how many of us would be able to resist that? Again, you’re supposed to empathize.

So Ginny is good at Quidditch. Why does this get thrown around as a bad thing? Harry’s good at Quidditch. Oh, wait, there we go. How dare two people like the same thing and both excel at it. I mean, she’s only been playing it since the age of 5, or at least, learning to fly. But sure, let’s add that as a reason to dislike her. Personally, to me, it shows her dedication to hard work and her determination to succeed without her family to help or hinder her.

So Ginny is popular by the time we get to the 6th book. God, the nerve of her for bouncing back. Do we ever see Ginny use her popularity to get her things? In fact, does Ginny even consider herself popular? This is Harry’s perception of her, after all - but overall, I’d say she probably is. She’s funny, for one thing, and dead good at impersonations. People like that. She’s good at the school sport, again, people like that. She’s got red hair, she stands out. She’s nice. So she makes fun of her sister-in-law to be. I hate to break it to people, but Fleur IS annoying when we first meet her. Imagine your favorite brother marrying her; wouldn’t you take the mickey occasionally? By the end of it, both the reader AND Ginny have come to change their view of her. But does Ginny ever get credit for this growth? No. She just gets called a bitch.

I swear it seems like half the fandom doesn’t Iike Ginny because she’s a Mary Sue and the other half don’t like her because she’s “mean”. We can’t have it both ways - first off, she’s not the Mary Sue - the world does not warp around her. She is not shown to have the answers to everything (ahem, ie movie Hermione). She has flaws, she has strengths and she is remarkably well developed for a side character, if you’re paying attention. As for being mean, we’ll have to agree to disagree. If you think she is, enjoy your quiet tea over there with the non-humorous people.

Ginny is friends with Hermione. This is canon. Hermione ships Ginny with Harry. This is also canon. And yet somehow, people still ship Hermione with Harry. Even though Harry has never once, in the entire series indicated he feels anything for Hermione other than sisterly affection and friendship. A boy noticing a girl is pretty (after she doesn’t even look like herself, he doesn’t even recognize her at the Yule Ball, wow, what a compliment (yeah, that’s sarcasm)) is not anything other than that. I see pretty girls every day. Doesn’t mean I’m ditching my bf any time soon.

Ginny makes his heart beat faster. This is canon. He has sexual feelings for her masquerading as a chest monster. He can’t keep his eyes off of her. Canon, canon, canon. Harry, never the most comfortable of sorts with feelings and emotions, kisses her without thinking about it. In front of the whole Gryffindor common room. Doesn’t bat an eye when they are together that everyone is talking about him. She makes him happier than he has ever felt. So why does fandom deny him this happiness?

If you don’t ship it, that’s fine, you can be wrong and I can be right (tongue in cheek) but don’t bash Ginny for existing. Don’t bash her for doing things that your preferred person with Harry probably does on a daily basis. That doesn’t make your ship strong, it makes it sad and rather pathetic, actually.

This fandom is full of a lot of women. And maybe that’s the issue here - aren’t we taught as girls to dislike the popular, pretty ones? Aren’t we taught to backstab and become joyless minions of patriarchy? (Okay, more tongue in cheek) but honestly, I can’t wrap my head around the fact that people are out here hating on my girl just because she dares to be clever, funny, lovely, stubborn, and (most importantly) damn beloved by one Harry James Potter.

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Oh my goodness, has it been almost two months since the fest? Yes. is late better than never? Also yes.

But really I'm sorry I only made this masterlist now! Without further ado, in no particular order, here are all the wonderful writings that came from the Hinny Ficfest! (the quality and quantity of which astounds me)

Quidditch Appeal by MaiaTweddle (@sentimentalsod) on AO3

Hiding by AC_Nelli (@acnelli) on Tumblr and AO3

the rare firing of wild canons by @pebblysand on Tumblr

the wolf's just a puppy (and the door's double-locked) by @pebblysand on Tumblr and AO3

Needle Case by Nanse (@hp-art-by-nanse) on AO3

Spotlight by @startanewdream on Tumblr

Meddling by @better-than-firewhisky on Tumblr

Quiet by @secretkeeper13 on Tumblr and AO3

hot and heavy, pumpkin pie by @whiffingbooks on AO3

crawl home to you by @whiffingbooks on AO3

Morning by @floreatcastellumposts on Tumblr and AO3

Craic by @floreatcastellumposts on Tumblr and AO3

love you to the moon and saturn by @hiinnys on Tumblr and AO3

you're the only one who gets to call me that, you know by @hiinnys

on Tumblr and AO3

like fire in the rain by @pebblysand on Tumblr

Ginny comforts Harry after the war by @prettyflores on Tumblr

Do you think it's fate by @displayheartcode on AO3

Choices by @adenei on Tumblr and AO3

"Mum thinks I'm dating you" (and Harry wishes she was right) by @startanewdream on Tumblr

Simpatico by @gryffindormischief on Tumblr and AO3

I've never not wanted you by @whizzfizz on Tumblr and AO3

Reading you, before the fall by @bellmel on Tumblr and AO3

Kitchen by @izzy-belle-reads on Tumblr

Scary by @clarensjoy (me) on Tumblr and AO3

Do Me a Favour by @whatthefawkes on AO3

Patience, Mr Potter by @sunshine-marauders on Tumblr and AO3

The Midnight Flight by @theresthesnitch on Tumblr and AO3

A Secure Guy by @ginisbetterthanfirewhiskey on Tumblr and AO3

Imposter by @ginisbetterthanfirewhiskey on Tumblr and AO3

Unsteady by @celtics534 on Tumblr and AO3

Invisible Stranger by @thedistantdusk on Tumblr and AO3

All the little pieces by @theresthesnitch on Tumblr and AO3

Through Her Eyes by @sybill-the-seer on Tumblr and AO3

Boss's son by @sweeethinny on Tumblr and AO3

It's more of a show than a tell by @theresthesnitch on Tumblr and AO3

I've Never Not Wanted You by @runningtwiceasfast on Tumblr

Happily Impervious by @remedialpotions on Tumblr and AO3

change of pace by @theroomofreq on Tumblr and AO3

"have we met?" "i don't think so- i would remember you." by @lesbianiklaus on Tumblr

Better than the Last by @katie-with-the-tea on AO3

The Mystery Girl by @booksforevermore13 on Tumblr and AO3

chinwag by @itsblissfuloblivion (@fightfortherightsofhouseelves and @gryffindormischief) on Tumblr and AO3

an everyday choice (that's love) by charisblack (rionahgoch) on AO3

Liquid Courage by The_Clockwork_Monk (@theclockworkmonk) on AO3

Halftime by The_Clockwork_Monk (@theclockworkmonk) on AO3

Out of the Mouths of Babes by The_Clockwork_Monk (@theclockworkmonk) on AO3

Formica by onlybythen1ght on AO3

Forget me while I drown in guilt by @ginisbetterthanfirewhiskey on AO3

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hinny fics

I cretead a Hinny fanfictions spreadsheet. It’s not yet finished, there so many sections I need to tackled. I mostly get the fics of from Reddit.

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1L6boRMd27WwJl2v1t6cOMhG5P-KdeC11pwISKlnxQq4/edit?usp=sharing

Comment more fics to add.

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So… @blvnk-art issued a challenge of sorts, on her twitter feed and gave us lovely, lovely NSFW art LINK IS HERE and I felt inspired to write this little ficlet. I could have waited until Sunday (*grin*) but didn’t want to. To Bianca - may you never stop inspiring us with your amazing talent and art. ❤️ (Suffice it to say gang, this story is NSFW and going under a cut. You’ve been warned)

”Hey…come here.” Harry practically growls the words, his voice rough. But Ginny decides to pay it and him, no mind. She is on a mission. She’d decided she was going to do this the minute Harry had started kissing her. Well, perhaps it had been right after that when he’d removed his shirt and sat back against the bed and given her “the look”, but still.

She hears Harry swear softly as she warms to the job at hand and takes him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him. She feels his hands in her hair and they’re clutching her, almost painfully. She glances up to meet his gaze and it’s like a current of magic between them. She’s wanted to try this for a while and she’s been close -she’s had her mouth here and there and oh, yes, there too, but never like this. And she doesn’t care about getting herself off, she only wants Harry to feel her love for him. She wants to feel him let go inside her mouth, unable to stop himself.

“Gin…if you…don’t stop…” Harry sounds as though he is worried about her, so she pulls back momentarily, and gives him her blazing look. It’s the look that he’s just recently told her turns him on more than anything. He sucks in a deep breath and bites his lip and then nods in understanding. Ginny pushes his trousers and pants down even further and puts her mouth back to work. Soon she places her hands on either side of him, gripping his hips. His hands have relaxed a bit more and he’s holding her hair out of the way for her.

Ginny is thrilled to find that Harry tastes…good. Sweaty, even a little bit salty, but good. She had been worried she wouldn’t like the taste of it, but in truth, it’s turning her on even more. She forgets everything except how he feels in her mouth. The width, the length of him - the scent and sensation of Harry - all of him is brilliant. And the noises he’s making! She has never heard him moan like that. Instead of letting it alarm her, it’s done the opposite, and she feels a thick heat coil in her belly in response. She’s the one making him feel like this - she’s the one he can’t get enough of.

She feels his legs tensing on either side of her and then feels his stomach tighten underneath her fingers. He’s chanting her name like a prayer, like a bloody benediction and he’s thrusting forward a bit, unable to help himself. Ginny watches in amazement as Harry lets go - it is such a rare sight - he never lets himself lose control. And yet here he is, allowing her to please him and pleasure him and she knows he’s not thinking about anything except the feel of her mouth moving up and down the length of him…

He cries out as his hands tighten momentarily in her hair and the hot fluid hits the back of her throat. Before Ginny can think about it or even consider her options, she swallowing, drinking him down and she just keeps moving, unsure of when he needs her to stop. Soon Harry is moaning and collapsing backward, one of his hands still lost in her hair…

Ginny removes her mouth and licks her lips, wiping at them with her fingers. Her mouth feels strangely more alive than the rest of her, as though buzzing with electricity. She sits next to him on the bed and gazes at him. His arms are over his eyes and he’s breathing heavily - deep breaths in and deep breaths back out again.

She snuggles down next to him and kisses his chest, and rests her hand in the middle. Eventually he turns his head and looks at her, and there are so many raw emotions on his face that it almost breaks Ginny’s heart.

“I…you…fantastic,” Harry mumbles, reaching out to touch her face. He gazes at her as though she is Christmas morning and treacle tart and the Quidditch World Cup all at once, and she feels her body flush in response.

“I did it okay?”

Ginny doesn’t mean for her voice to sound worried - clearly she did it at least partly right, but still…

”Are you kidding?” Harry asks, sounding bewildered. “That was fucking intense.”

Ginny smiles. “Well, it‘s loosened your prudish tongue, at least.”

Harry snorts at her and then gives her a sly look. “What possessed you to try that now, of all times?”

Ginny shrugs. “Wanted to.”

”And…” Harry pauses, two faint spot of red on his cheeks as he glances away. “It, er, um…I didn’t er, well, I taste okay?”

Ginny nods and leans forward so they can kiss. His eyes are wide behind his glasses, and he still has that look about him - the look that says he still can’t believe what just happened. Ginny recognizes that look for what it is - it is Harry’s utter disbelief that anyone could care that much about him. She swears in that moment that even if it takes the rest of her life, she will make sure that look disappears. Harry will never doubt his worth ever again. Not if she can help it.

”You, er, don’t mind doing that instead of us doing…other things?”

”It turned me on,” Ginny admits, smiling at him. Harry’s eyes widen and then he’s grinning back at her.

”You don’t say?” And suddenly he is there, everywhere, and she giggles. But the giggles soon give way to something more as his hands travel down her body. They are relatively new to sex, the two of them, but already he knows how to drive her crazy with those hands of his.

”Reckon it’s your turn while I recoup my loses here,” Harry mumbles, starting to kiss his way down her chest.

“That’s not why I did it, you know,” Ginny says seriously, before they get carried away. Harry pops his head back up at her tone and frowns slightly.

“I only mean that I did it and will continue to do it, any time you want because I love you, you daft sod.”

Harry’s expression goes from confused to awe at her words and the slight blush has returned to his face but his eyes have a look in them that Ginny is starting to appreciate. It’s his own version of a blazing look and it thrills her down to her toes.

“Let’s get started then,” Harry says smirking. “I want to be just as good at things as you are.” He moves his head back down and Ginny laughs as she lays back. Yes, it is good to try new things, she thinks.

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Craic

My submission for @clarensjoy's Hinny Ficfest! Prompt 87: missing moment with Ginny visiting Harry in the hospital wing after Cormac knocks him out with a bludger; Harry's still unconscious.

She had never seen him asleep before. It was quite an intimate thing, to see someone so vulnerable, especially him. To see the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the slight movements of his eyelids, the way his face was relaxed, neither frowning nor smiling. His face looked different without his glasses, and though she had long thought they made him more interesting, it was only now she was truly appreciating the handsome features of his thin face. She wondered how he would feel, knowing she was watching him like this. Seeing someone asleep meant you had a close relationship with them, usually. It hinted at early mornings or long evenings stretching into the night, quiet conversations or physical touch during still hours.

'His turban's bloody ridiculous, isn't it?' sniggered Ron.

'One of the stupidest things I've seen him wear, yes,' she agreed grimly, setting Harry's Firebolt against his bed. The tufts of Harry's messy black hair poked out from the bottom of the bandage turban - it admittedly was not a sleek look. 'But better than covered in blood with his head caved in. What was the diagnosis in the end?'

'Cracked skull, Madam Pomfrey said.'

Ginny sighed and sat heavily in the chair between the two beds. 'Makes sense, he was out like a light.'

'Yeah he looked rough when he came in. It was pretty alarming, but all seems fine now, he's just got to sleep it off.'

She winced, easily imagining it. It truly had looked awful when he fell and was rushed off the pitch. He had been so limp and so coated in blood that for a flickering, horrifying moment she had simply thought he was dead.

McLaggen had sat there uselessly, still holding the bat out wide, gawping at Harry as he fell, pursued by thankfully quicker thinking team mates. The match had paused just long enough to see him hurriedly magicked onto a stretcher and rushed away, leaving splodges of blood behind him. That the whistle had been blown for them to play on was reassurance that he was not, in fact, dead, and that had been enough comfort to help her focus on the rest of the abysmal game. It had hit her again once they landed, the whole team hurling abuse at McLaggen, who blustered and defended himself by saying that Harry should have kept his distance and not got involved, and Ginny thought then about how careless it had been - what an inherent lack of consideration it was - and something about that flippant attitude towards Harry's life had turned her fury to a quieter but more insidious rage. Desperate to see him, she picked up his broom and announced that she would return it, leaving the rest of the team to continue their righteous abuse.

'The worst part is,' said Ron solemnly, 'when she ran testing spells she couldn't find any evidence of a brain.'

She tutted at him. 'Don't take the piss when he's not even awake to defend himself.'

'Well he should wake up so I can take the piss properly, then, I've been bored stiff.'

'Has he been unconscious this whole time?' she asked. She wanted to reach out to him, to gently rouse him and see those green eyes flicker open.

'Yeah,' said Ron, unconcerned. 'Madam Pomfrey says he'll be fine, he's just on a really strong pain relief potion and some skele-gro, and some other potion that should keep his brain functioning - looked horrendous and smelled like fish. What happened anyway? I heard Luna's commentary but it's hard to know if, well, you know, she was seeing the same thing as everyone else.'

'It was that complete oaf Cormac McLaggen,' Ginny said furiously. Ron looked delighted, and his grin only widened as she described the incident, throwing in some colourful descriptions of the acts of revenge she and the rest of the team were planning.

'What a fucking plank,' he said happily. 'I bet everyone hates him - I heard the score.'

'Yeah,' she said despondently. 'I tried my best, but it was hopeless once-'

'He really ruined it for you all,' Ron interrupted gleefully.

'Yeah, all right, you could at least try and look a little bit sympathetic.'

'Right, yeah, sorry you lost and all that.'

'Maybe it would have been better if Harry had missed the match after all,' she said miserably. 'Then I could have subbed in for seeker from the start and we might have stood a chance… though McLaggen might have knocked me out then, I s'pose…'

'Why would Harry have missed the match?'

'Wasn't he with you? He was really late, he only just arrived in time!'

'No? That's odd.' Ron frowned at Harry's unconscious form. 'I'll ask him about it later - you know what he's like, probably nearly died en route.'

'He said something about Malfoy and some girlfriends - I don't know, it was all so rushed, he very nearly missed it.'

Ron rolled his eyes. 'Course he did, wanker. He's got it in his head that… well, you know Harry,' he said with a shrug. 'He'll justify it one way or another.'

'Well let me know what he says,' she said crossly. 'He's meant to be the captain!'

'I don't control him, don't get angry with me! Just give him some time to recover before you hex him, poor bloke's going to have a banger of a headache when he wakes up.'

'How's he been, generally? Not like him to risk missing Quidditch.'

Ron seemed to think for a few moments. 'He's fine,' he said at last.

'You're so terrible at lying.'

'He is! Better than last year, anyway, he's back to bottling all his feelings up rather than yelling them.'

'That's not necessarily a good thing.'

'If you say so,' he shrugged.

She wanted Ron to leave. Even though Harry was blissfully unaware of her presence, she could not help the desire to sit there and comfort him, maybe to clasp his scarred hand in her own. She wanted him to stir awake, and then for them to talk to one another. She would make him feel better by thoroughly abusing McLaggen, and he would make her feel better about seeing him fall like that by grinning, and laughing - at the very least showing signs of life. Harry was so easy to get along with, but it was easier still when Ron wasn't there. More than that, she wanted to take the piss too, she wanted to gently tease him and find humour in it all, but she didn’t feel like she could while he was still absent from the world like this, deep in forced sleep.

A guilty, nagging voice in the back of her head reminded her that she had only come to drop off his broom, that was what she had told herself, that she had no real reason to visit him anyway...

'I have to say,' Ron continued conversationally, 'it's nice to have him shut up for a bit. He talks in his sleep usually, drives me mad.'

For a brief moment, a thought rose in Ginny's mind without her permission, and imagined a world where she slept next to him and heard his soft mutterings as he dreamt. Perhaps unconsciously his arms would pull her closer…

'Are you saying you're glad he's been knocked out?' she accused her brother.

'Yeah,' he said shamelessly. 'As his stays in the hospital wing go, this is the least worrying. Funny, if anything.'

'It wasn't funny! Just 'cos it was McLaggen doesn't make it funny, he took a close range bludger to the head!'

'It's Harry, innit?' said Ron lazily. 'Cause of death: Quidditch Accident is far too pedestrian.'

'You're right,' she shot at him. 'Accidental poisoning following accidental love potion ingestion is far more glamorous.'

'Yeah, well… shut up.'

'Eloquent.'

'What's got your wand in a knot? You worried about him?'

'No,' she said defensively. 'You said he was going to be fine.'

'He is.'

'Right then.'

'Right.'

'Yeah.'

They stared at each other for a moment, before Ginny cleared her throat, slapped her thighs, said a brisk 'right', and stood. 'Best be off. I was only dropping off his broom and seeing how you were.'

'You didn't ask about me at all.'

'How are you, Ron?'

'I'm-'

'Give Harry my best when he wakes up - and find out why he nearly missed the match!'

She left the hospital wing with Ron's 'oh, cheers!' behind her, and tried not to think about the way Harry had looked as he fell, or about the strange desire she had to be there when he woke.

***

'Where're you been? asked Dean at once when she reached the common room. He looked strangely resentful. 'I thought you were only dropping his broom off?'

'My brother was awake, I was talking to him, wasn't I?' she said quickly. 'Harry's still out cold, Ron didn't know what had happened.'

'Oh,' said Dean, who looked instantly happier. 'Right, yeah - how is Ron?'

They slipped into easy conversation, even to the extent that Harry and losing the match and McLaggen’s idiocy slipped from her mind entirely. Seamus joined them in their usual corner by the study desk, and though the three of them were supposedly studying together, in reality they pitched silly cartoons for Dean sketch, many featuring Snape falling into cauldrons of increasingly ridiculous substances. The light from the windows turned a soft pink and then slid into a cool grey as night approached, and though the mood in the common room was as subdued as it usually was after a Quidditch loss.

A sudden and explosive round of booing caught her attention later in the evening, and she turned to see McLaggen, having just tried to slip through the portrait hole unnoticed, racing for the boy’s dorms, arms over his head to protect himself from the cascade of scrunched parchment, empty ink bottles, used chewing gum and a lone slipper that was immediately chucked at him.

Seamus and Dean roared with laughter as they watched him flee, and Ginny’s eyes followed him hatefully.

‘Brilliant,’ chortled Seamus. ‘He should be in every Quidditch match from now on.’

‘Why?’ asked Ginny, flummoxed.

‘Entertainment value. Not for Gryffindor, you understand, just for the pure chaos as he steadily takes out each team’s star player.’

Dean laughed, but Ginny scowled. ‘That’s not funny.’

‘Come on,’ he said. ‘It was quite funny - thonk!’ He mimed it, and then pulled a dazed face as he pretended to sway and fall off his chair. It must, Ginny realised, have been how they had all pictured it from down in the stands. They hadn’t heard the sickening crack, they hadn’t seen the splatter of blood that had trailed behind the bludger like a comet, they hadn’t heard McLaggen’s immediate defensiveness and dismissal.

‘Yeah, what next?’ said Dean, ‘Killing the beaters with… his own keeper gloves. Enchants ‘em to block goals, and they just strangle them.’

He began to sketch at once, Seamus barking with laughter and leaning forward to chip in with suggestions. Ginny tried not to react, and chose instead to look back down at the book she was supposed to be reading for McGonagall, firmly ignoring them.

This worked only for as long as they talked about other people. The moment they spoke of Harry again, her anger flared up.

‘That would be such a lame way to end the whole Boy-Who-Lived legend,’ said Seamus, grinning. ‘What a depressing footnote in history.’

‘We all had such high hopes for the Chosen One,’ said Dean in a voice like a wireless host, ‘until he was embarrassingly killed by an own-bludger hit-’

‘Stop it,’ said Ginny, but they were laughing too much to notice.

‘Tragic that he was never able to fulfill his destiny,’ continued Seamus, ‘of being killed by a bludger hit by You-Know-Who-’

‘Oh, shut up, the pair of you,’ she snapped.

‘Chill out,’ said Dean, gawping at her. ‘We’re only joking.’

‘Well it’s not funny!’

‘In your opinion,’ said Seamus. ‘It’s just a bit of craic.’

‘He’s still lying in the hospital wing out cold!’

‘Is he actually?’ To Ginny’s astonishment, this seemed to amuse Seamus even further. ‘Jeeze… Cormac McLaggen achieving more than most there, You-Know-Who will be raging with jealousy.’

‘I literally JUST told you to stop!’ Her raised voice drew looks; out of the corner of her eye she saw Hermione look up from an essay.

‘Ah, come on, Gin,’ said Dean jovially, glancing awkwardly at the people openly watching them. ‘It’s Harry! He’s a mate, it’s fine.’

‘How can you find this funny?’ she asked him. ‘You’ve shared a dorm with him for five and a half years, aren’t you at all worried about him?’

‘We’re not saying it wasn’t bad and we don’t feel bad for him, we’re just saying - it was funny. It is funny that his own keeper hit a bludger at him, it just is, Gin.’

‘And it was funny the way it hit him,’ added Seamus. ‘Classic slapstick - total wipeout.’

‘Go on,’ she said dangerously, ‘keep explaining how it was funny.’

‘Don’t be precious about it, Ginny,’ said Dean, who suddenly look very irritated. ‘If you’re so worried about him, why don’t you go and dab his bump on the head with a sponge or something?’

Seamus laughed again, though Dean still looked sour.

‘You’re both dickheads,’ she said bluntly, and she seized her book and rose.

‘Ginny - Gin! Ah, come on! Gin!’

But she was already striding across the common room and up to her dorm, slamming the door so loudly she was sure it could be heard through the whole tower.

She was wrestling the suspicion that she might have overreacted with the very strong conviction that it was utterly fucked that they would laugh about Harry being seriously injured at all, let along bring Voldemort into it too.

It was different to Ron joking in the hospital wing, she thought, though she had been rather annoyed at him too. She and Ron had earned that right with Harry, even if she felt that he really should be awake to be able to join in the banter and give as good as he got. This had felt more… gleeful, more distant. Even Ron had said that he was alarmed when they first brought him in, he had at least waited until he definitely knew Harry was going to be all right before finding the humour in it all.

It was not ten minutes before there was a knock at the door and Hermione was there, bidding her to come back downstairs and talk to Dean.’

‘No,’ she said stubbornly. ‘He’s a twat.’

‘At least talk without Seamus there egging him on,’ said Hermione, and Ginny thought it was probably fair to at least give him that.

‘How dare they?’ she muttered to Hermione as they descending the stairs together. ‘When they don’t even know if he’ll be OK-’

‘They do,’ said Hermione soothingly. ‘Professor McGonagall said that he would make a full recovery before everyone went back to the castle, you must have already left.’

‘Oh,’ said Ginny, feeling rather foolish. ‘Right.’

She spoke to Dean in an empty classroom just outside the tower, where he first apologised for taking things too far, and then apologised for Seamus.

‘He can be a bit like that, he doesn’t mean it badly, his humour’s just-’

‘I don’t give a shit how he intended it or if he meant it or not!’ she said furiously. ‘I know he’s your friend but that doesn’t mean you have to excuse everything he does!’

‘I know - and I’ll speak to him-’

‘You’ve changed your tune, it was all hilarious before!’

‘I know it went too far,’ he said, a little firmer. She was glad of this, somehow. ‘I know we shouldn’t have brought You Know Who into, that was a bit much and I’m sorry. But even if you don’t find the McLaggen stuff funny, a lot of people do, and really I think you would too if it happened to anyone else.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ she shot at him.

‘I just…’ he looked quite ashamed of himself. ‘I’m sorry, I know it’s stupid, it’s just that your family is so close to him - and I know that probably would make it weird anyway,’ he conceded, and Ginny felt a swell of guilt as she thought that it wouldn’t be weird at all, ‘but… you know,’ he shrugged helplessly. ‘It’s kind of scary having your girlfriend so close to the Chosen One.’

‘I am close to him,’ she said, after a long pause, where guilt gnawed at her. ‘I care about him very much.’

‘I know,’ he said hurriedly, ‘and, you know what - that’s fair, of course you are-’

‘Even if I wasn’t, that was pretty shitty,’ she said firmly. ‘I mean, he could have died, Dean. It feels like loads of people haven’t really realised that. He was hit so hard his skull fractured.’

Dean really did look very sorry, almost shrinking before her, though he stood significantly taller than her own diminutive height. ‘I… I thought he was just knocked out. I mean - it’s Harry-’

‘Yes,’ she said wearily. ‘Yes, it’s Harry and we’re all so used to him nearly dying that apparently we don’t worry anymore. To be honest it feels like very few have ever worried any of the other times either. I actually don’t think his life is that cheap, Dean.’

‘It’s not,’ he said quietly. ‘That’s not the impression I meant to give.’

She rubbed her eyes hard, purple exploding beneath her lids as she did. She hardly knew what to say; the silence stretched uncomfortably between them.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said, and it sounded honest. ‘I’m sorry, you’re right. I got caught up in the… I don’t know, the gossip part of it and I didn’t really consider what had actually happened.’

It was admirable, really. So many people, when faced with this sort of reaction, would leap to defensiveness - as McLaggen had done. If she was honest with herself, she suspected that she might have doubled down too, might have scoffed at someone for being oversensitive, might had shrugged and gone to bed like Seamus had done. There was a nobility in humility, in coming and honestly apologising - not just in apologising, but in drawing a line in what he would accept criticism for, which felt more genuine than grovelling. It felt very mature, and it had reminded her that Dean, though he had his moments like this where he seriously pissed her off, was at his heart a good person. He was someone who was willing and open to communicate and learn - that was the benefit of dating a sensitive artist type, she supposed.

‘And I’m sorry,’ she told him. ‘I’m taking it all out on you when I’m annoyed at a few people about it and forgetting that not everyone was as close to it as I was. I’m sure Harry himself will be laughing about it in a day or two.’

‘Once he’s killed McLaggen,’ said Dean with a small smile, and his shoulders visibly sank in relief as she smiled back.

The problem was, she realised as she started to drift off to sleep a few hours later, that in these twilight hours of drowsiness, her mind did not travel across the common room and up the stairs to her boyfriend, but down… down the many staircases and into the hospital wing, where the soft light of the lamps would be falling upon Harry’s face, his glasses on the bedside table.

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Kitchen

I haven’t written anything since 2014 and it’s my first time writing in english, so please, don’t judge too harshly. 

Huge thank you to @clarensjoy for organizing Hinny Ficfest. 

Prompt: 8. “Seriously? In the kitchen?”

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It has been a quiet morning. Most mornings in July were quiet - children still resting after finishing another school year. Thanks to that Ginny could prepare breakfast in peace. But before breakfast - coffee. 

Definitely coffee.

After a night like the last one, she needed and, in her humble opinion, deserved it. She made a pot and sat at the table. I need to start writing this Wasps versus Cannons article today, she thought. It would take a better part of the day so this quiet time alone couldn’t be long. 

In a few moments she started making breakfast, until she heard footsteps on the stairs. ‘You should have woken me up, I could help.’ whispered Harry, trying not to wake the kids. He looked still half asleep - in his bottle green pajamas (present from her mother, because everything had to match his eyes, but she had to agree, he looked quite dashing) and unruly hair, even wilder than usual. She loved seeing him like that, when he wasn’t worrying about some dark wizards, his features and posture completely relaxed - it probably only happened in their home. 

‘It’s fine, you needed a rest’ she said with a smirk.

He stood behind her, put his arms around her body and kissed her neck - his beard tickled her, but she suppressed a giggle. ‘Yeah, but you could stay in bed so we could rest together… or do some other staff.’ Between every few words he kissed her again and again, so she moved her head to give him better access to the base of her neck. 

‘This some other staff sounds interesting… You think you can keep up after last night?’ she joked not really thinking about what she was saying, she was too much focused on his hand slowly going under her shirt. 

‘Och, so now you think I’m old?’ he laughed. ‘I don’t think - I know that…’ she started but couldn’t say more when he turned her around, lifted and put her on the table and kissed her hungrily on the mouth. She put her hands in his hair, legs around waist and his hand was on her breast. 

So caught up in eachother, they didn’t hear footsteps on the stairs.

‘Seriously? In the kitchen?’

They stopped kissing and looked at James. He was clearly disgusted, ‘We eat at this table, remember? Plus, aren’t you two way too old -’.

‘Why are you awake already?’ Harry interrupted his son.

‘Not like I could sleep at night anyway’ he replied, still indignant, he was moving his hands while speaking. ‘You two were… Seriously, you should finally remember to put a silencing charm…’ 

‘Okay, okay, we get it. You want porridge? Great, now go wake up your siblings.’ Ginny tried to change the subject. 

‘Oh, I don't’ know, can I leave you two alone? Or should I warn Al and Lily before coming down?’

‘Don’t know - should you?’ Harry tried to joke, but James continued sarcastically ‘I’m the responsible older brother and as such I can’t put my siblings at risk of seeing our parents at -’

‘Please, just go’ Harry wanted this conversation to end, Ginny tried to keep her face straight, not to laugh. 

James said ‘Disgusting.’ to his parents and turned around, while walking upstairs he was mumbling to himself how gross they were. 

‘So, we forgot the charm. Again.’ Ginny said, now openly laughing. 

‘He’s fifteen - everything we do is gross and disgusting. But maybe we should try not to scar him for life’ Harry joked.

‘Oh, it’s too late, but Albus and Lily are fine.’

‘Cheers. Porridge?’ 

#hinny #hinny ficfest

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first base

First base: sharing intense, passionate, open-mouthed kisses, with a mix of above the belt touching.

His head was spinning as he dropped on top of his bed, still fully clothed. He heard a sound close to vomiting coming from the four-poster next to his, but he just laughed. He’d talk to Ron tomorrow, for he couldn’t quite trust his legs to support him should he attempt to stand up again. Harry could never have imagined the day taking such a completely unexpected turn. Of course, he had already made up his mind and was only waiting for the perfect opportunity, whatever that may be, to make his intentions towards Ginny loud and clear. But starting the day in the sublimely heinous company of the Hogwarts’ Potions Master had in no way indicated that he would succeed in both securing his spot as Ginny Weasley’s boyfriend and kissing her until he felt dizzy.

And such intense kisses she gave. She was like wildfire, unleashing completely when he held her in his arms. And the best part was how she brought to the surface a side of him he never even knew he possessed. As a matter of fact, he had kissed girls before, if a snog shared through tears ever counted, but never quite like that. No. It was different with Ginny. She could only trace his lower lip with her index finger and he came undone against the castle wall. And she enjoyed it, oh how she enjoyed making a fool out of him. He could read it in her eyes, that mischievous glint which reminded him so well of the twins. She was a cheeky one, Ginny. But that made it all the more exciting to him. He was drunk on her, so much better than he had imagined.

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