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Chapter 1 - Pinkest Bluestocking of the Ton - A Jily Bridgerton AU

I know what many of you will be thinking: "A new Jily fic, Mary?! Again?! Shouldn't you be finishing the ones you are writing already?!" The answers to all of these questions would be a resounding and understanding yes. However, I find that I often work best and am most inspired to write when I go with the flow and let my brain form the story it currently wants to get out. For the past three days my brain has been screaming for a Jily Regency AU and here she is: Pinkest Bluestocking of the Ton, a Bridgerton-inspired Jily AU. I can't tell you exactly how many chapters I will be writing just yet, but this is the first one - from James' POV - and the second one will follow on Wednesday evening. Read Chapter 1 HERE!

Dearest Reader, the ton are abuzz with the latest gossip, and so it is my honour to impart to you the news that the Duke of Peverell has returned to London at last! A year after setting off on his tour of Europe, Lady Peverell's son has returned and rumour has it that his mother is preparing for the most joyous of occasions: a late summer wedding that sees her son wed the next Duchess of Peverell. It is my sincere hope that you have stored a bottle of wine for this most delightful of upcoming events for if ever there were a more determined mama, this writer is Icarus and this society paper has been scorched for flying too close to the sun. A Jily Regency Romance inspired by Shondaland's Bridgerton.

#tbr #jily

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━。゜✿ jily fic recommendations ✿ ゜。━

These fics are set in the wizarding world but aren’t necessarily canon complaints.

For reference, anything in italics is taken from the summaries on ao3.

I ain’t missing you at all  (requires an ao3 account) by @blitheringmcgonagall

Set post first wizarding war. "Lily Evans disappeared just when the war with Voldemort ended. Nobody knows why she left. James Potter doesn't care. He hasn't missed her at all."

It reads like a character study. All of the repressed emotions are so well-portrayed that I could picture all their facial expressions and body language. The dynamic between Lily and the marauders really illustrated how she wasn't just James' girlfriend - she was their friend too. I just wanted to give them all a hug.

Up In Arms by @mppmaraudergirl

When Lily jokingly tells her owl to deliver a letter to "the love of her life", i.e. Marlene McKinnon, her owl misinterprets the directive and, to her horror, her ode to James Potter’s arms lands squarely in his lap.

The banter in this one is so good that it made my friend fall back in love with jily's dynamic and read fics again

Evergreen and Pine by @tinyluminaryzombie

Lily Evans is stuck in a closet with Sirius. All Sirius wants to talk about is exactly what she's trying not to think about: James Potter.

Or: A seven minutes in heaven that's more like seven minutes of sweet sweet interegation ft. Lily and Sirius.

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes by @jfleamont

Lily's an overthinker, but fear not, James knows exactly what to say to cheer her up.

Because Lily being a stress smoker is canon (to me)

All The Things I Would Do also by @/ jfleamont

Lily can't stop thinking about James' hands.

Anything Leda writes is great so go do yourself a favour and go read her works

I’ve Got My Hate to Keep Me Warm by @dizzy–bird

When a mission for the Order goes badly wrong, Lily Evans must spend the holidays lying low in the middle of nowhere. The rules: no magic, no visitors, and absolutely no Christmas cheer.

And the kicker? She’s sharing the safe house with Order darling – and rival – James Potter, who just happens to be the reason she’s in this mess in the first place.

Kat's poem from 10 Things I Hate About You

Hemispheres by @ohmygodshesinsane

James Potter and Lily Evans have set aside their schoolyard animosities for the sake of the Order of the Phoenix, but when they are enlisted to race Lord Voldemort across the world to prevent him from corrupting the very nature of death, tensions run high. In all manners.

Lily's characterisation in this one is so good

No One Knows Us by @annasghosts

As Fifth Year begins, Lily Evans is certain of a few things: she’s proud to be a Muggle-born witch, despite what Petunia might think; Severus Snape is still a loyal friend and whatever confusing feelings she has as she watches James Potter strut around the castle must be squashed because he’s nothing, but an arrogant toerag.

In which Lily gets the dynamic character treatment that she deserves.

51 Minutes to Change Your Mind by @sosohh

When Muggle-Born Oliver Wood becomes an extremely successful cyclist for the British Cycling team, both muggle and magical ministries have to come up with a plan to make sure all is fair. Enter James Potter and Lily Evans.

The Art of Self-Defense by cgner (on ao3)

Gilmore Girls AU in which "after seventeen years of single parenting, she now has to manage a persistent James, nosy villagers, and a son who's all too interested in joining the Order."

#jily fic rec #jily

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#my heart goes out to lily

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Favorite Fluff

Reading Between The Lines by @abihastastybeans

AO3 is Down by @annabtg

Nom de Plume by annabtg

Mistletoe Mishaps by annabtg

Customer In Law by annabtg

Deception and other ways to find love by @annasghosts

A Sweet Meet Cute by @arianatwycross

The Right Door by @athenasparrow

The Art Of Identification by athenasparrow

The Bar Tender’s Revenge by athenasparrow

Gilded by @charmingwillow

Hoodwinked by @maraudersftw

Golden Lights by @ginemrys

Valorous by @gryffindormischief

Relationship Advice by @gwenmontrose

Golden Love by GwynMontrose

Don’t look back in anger by @mppmaraudergirl and @possessingtheproperspirit

Head Over Handlebars For You by @practicecourts

Meet Me at Midnight by practicecourts

To All the Kudos I've Left Before by @wearingaberetinparis

Even if you and me go up in flames by wearingaberetinparis

Everybody is a sexy baby and I'm a monster on a hill by wearingaberetinparis

Stars Up In The Astronomy Tower by wearingaberetinparis

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Accidental Reindeer

for the december 2021 @jilychallenge, partnered with @booksarelife-stuff beta read by @ccboomer

Prompt: “you are my only competition for this ugly sweater party, but I’ve won the past two years and you will nOT end my streak”

Rating: Mature Word Count: 20K

“Why don’t you come home with me?” he asks in a rush, as if the question were hurled at her like a brick.

If he had thrown a brick, it would have hit her square in the head. The question is so absurd and incomprehensible, in fact, that she wonders if she has been hit by a brick. She merely stands there and stares at him stupidly. Finally, she asks him to repeat his question.

“Come visit my parents with me,” he says, a bit more confidence in his voice this time. “We’ve plenty of room. Mum would box my ears if she knew I let a friend stay alone in London for Christmas.”

“I — I couldn’t impose…”

“You wouldn’t!” He’s over eager now, and nearly grinning — nearly. “Sirius’ isn’t coming home this year, so there’ll be plenty of room.”

She hesitates, this time not only because she is wary of Potter’s offer and the thought of a holiday alone with him, but also the surprise of learning that Sirius Black regularly spends his holidays with the Potters. She knew that Black and Potter were close, but she had always assumed they each had their own snobby, prickly family to return to during holidays.

“Please come,” Potter says, and something about it is soft. It’s eager, boyish, and utterly ridiculous, but it’s also… soft. She’s not sure how else to describe it, because words like “tender” and “gentle” don’t apply to someone like Potter.

“Mum and Dad throw a party for their friends every year,” he continues, “and usually Sirius and I have each other, but, well, he’s in Pembroke this year, so… Come with me, Evans, would you? Spare me the long-suffering conversations with elderly barristers about my coursework and ambitions?”

“Sure,” she says, before she can think too much more about it. 

Read on Ao3

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Favorite Fic of the Year

Dancing With Our Hands Tied by @athenasparrow

a million on the scoville scale by @clare-with-no-i

Chasing Life by @mppmaraudergirl

Hemispheres by @ohmygodshesinsane

The Game by phoebesaphirra

even if you and me go up in flames by @wearingaberetinparis

Love is a lie by wearingaberetinparis

flowers by wearingaberetinparis

#jily awards 2023 #I'll check the ones i haven't already read out

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@magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world and I just posted Chapter 13!! Read it here! We are closing in on the end! 2 Chapters to go!

I can honestly say, this is the project I'm most proud to be a part of. I am so proud of this story, and I am so thankful I got to write it with one of my best friends! I love you so much V!

Chapter 13

Over the course of the next week, Lily tinkered with the website, had a pitch meeting with the owners of the Greek cafe (they seemed interested!), and went out with Marlene, Dorcas, and another friend of theirs called Mary. Dorcas was amazing, open and affectionate and motherly, with a fierce protective streak when it came to her friends. Mary was quiet, but secretly hilarious. Between them and the boys at the Marauders’ Den, Lily was starting to feel like she belonged here, in a way she hadn’t felt in a long, long time. It was nice.

Mostly. She definitely liked that she had been so easily welcomed into this friend group. But there was one person with whom she would’ve liked to be a little more than friendly. It was ironic, really– she could've missed out on the opportunity to know James at all if she hadn't given him a second chance after he missed their first meeting, and now it felt like she had missed out on the opportunity to know him on another level by shutting down his romantic overtures so thoroughly at the beginning. Now – respectful, considerate prat that he was – he had moved her firmly into the platonic category, and he seemed comfortable keeping her there. Sure, she and James had exchanged some emails over the past few days, but they were polite, professional emails with updates about the website. There was no banter, no flirting, no nothing. 

The photos, though, were another matter. When Lily received the proofs from the photo shoot, she didn’t want to overanalyze them. Really, she didn’t. But she was a human woman, with a heart and a brain, so she really had no choice. And there was so much to analyze. 

Continue reading here!

Or start from the beginning here!

#jily #tbr

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At what point does an exploration of these images tip from information into knowledge? It’s hard to say, but it’s unlikely we would pursue either one if that pursuit didn’t also include its share of pleasure. Enter the USDA’s Pomological Watercolor Collection here to [view] and download over 7,500 high-resolution digital images like those above.

I wonder how many of these fruits & vegetables have changed since 1886?

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The Potters enjoying a vacation!

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My greatest tragedy is that I literally always want a nap, right up until ten pm, when I feel utterly alive and electrified.

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#james is not feeling too good

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Happy Place - A Jily Fic - Chapter 5

James and Lily have always been the perfect couple that everyone aspires to be: from Head Boy and Girl at Hogwarts School to university students in a loving long distance relationship to – eventually – a happily engaged duo, destined to go the distance. They go together like cream and tea, pride and prejudice, fish and chips. That is, until – for reasons they refuse to discuss for fear of making everything so much worse – they really, truly don’t. For one week, however, they have to act as if all is well for they have yet to tell their friends that what had always seemed perfect, is now very much broken. Inspired by Emily Henry’s Happy Place.

Read Chapter 5 HERE!

This fic is gifted to @joyseuphoria.

#jily #ouch #tbr

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Okay @sunshinemarauder and @athenasparrow, I believe you both requested silence and patience, pining in anticipation from the Taylor prompt list, so here you go!

Read here on ao3 or under the cut!

“It’s been a shit few months, that’s for sure,” Sirius commiserates, sloshing his third glass of firewhiskey.

James throws a shot back, grimacing. “Thanks,” he deadpans.

“Cheer up, mate.” Sam slides another shot across the table. “You’re better off. I mean…four months and she just moves onto the reserve Chaser after your injury? Fuck her.”

Lily’s quiet, nodding and agreeing with the pair of them. She could add to it…but it might be damning, so she doesn’t. It’s when Sam and Sirius leave to get a new round of drinks, levitating the empties away, that she gets pulled in.

“You’re awfully quiet.”

“No I’m not.”

“Go on,” James prods, a bitter smile curling his lips. “I know you never really cared much for Amy.”

“It’s not that I didn’t—“ The liquor has been flowing too much tonight and those damn eyes of his are fully on her and she almost admits something. She clears her throat as a cover for her interruption. “I guess I just sensed it wasn’t right.”

He sighs, leaning back in chair. “It’s more of a bruise to my ego than anything “

“Oh, we can’t have that.” Her lips quirk up as she takes another sip of her drink, and with his head thrown back and attention off her, she allows herself to look at him. A pang of sadness wraps its way around her heart.

She was with Dirk by the time she realized what she wanted from James. And she had tried to push that down, truly. And when things eventually crumbled, James was…well, he was enjoying his newly minted stardom, and she couldn’t fault him for that.

Lily had told herself that she wasn’t waiting for him, but after three years of half-hearted relationships and a few one night stands, it was painfully obvious (hopefully only to her) that she was just…undoubtedly hung up on James Potter.

“I think I’m done with the whole…dating thing. For a while anyway.”

This pulls her out of her mind, his head snapping up and gaze meeting hers. She blinks. “Oh?”

“Haven’t really been quite successful, have I?”

“Four months is nothing to sneeze at,” she shrugs.

“I suppose. It’s longer than anything you’ve had.”

She offers him a soft, sad smile. It stings, but more for her unsaid feelings than for any of the men who had wandered in and out of her life.

James’ face pales as his brain catches up to his mouth. “Shit. Sorry. It’s the firewhiskey. I didn’t mean to be an arse.”

“You’re not wrong.” Downing the rest of her drink, Lily pushes the glass away only to have James grab her hand.

“Right or not, I shouldn’t have said that.” His thumb brushes against her skin, making her a little breathless, and his eyes almost implore her to hear him. “I’m sorry, Lil.” There’s a fluttering sensation in her stomach, and she finds she has to look away.

“So no more dating, huh?”

“I think…” he trails, staring at somewhere near their hands, “I’ve just been attracting women who were attracted to my status, not to me, you know?”

“I mean, yeah.” James’ attention snaps to her quizzically. “Could you not…see that? Hanging over you when the press was around, anytime we were in public, but being more aloof in private? Using your name to get you into bars and clubs? And I know you made up this whole story about why you stopped bringing women by the manor—”

“Didn’t want to get mum and dad’s hopes up…” he mutters.

“It’s because of how greedily they looked at everything, and we both know it. Sirius and Remus, too,” she throws in for good measure.

“Merlin, was it that obvious?”

“Yes. Did you really not see it?”

“I mean, I must’ve. I’m—I know I’ve taken my fair share of bludgers to the head but I got seven N.E.W.T.s, I’m not a dumb bloke.”

“No one would ever call you dumb. Maybe oblivious sometimes, but not dumb.” She slides her hand out from under his with much mental protest, drumming her nails on the rim of her empty glass.

“But I don’t know…I guess I just thought I’d lean into the spotlight a bit. Maybe it’s what I thought came with the territory.” There’s a mix of sadness and bitterness in his voice. “But I guess that’s all gone to pot now, with the shoulder injury and all.”

“They’re keeping you on ‘til the end of the season though, right?”

“They’ve got to, it’s in my contract.”

“Well then you have time to figure things out,” Lily smiles. “You’ve got those seven N.E.W.T.s after all, and the family business. And the relationship thing…it’ll come. Your fame doesn’t matter; you’ll find someone who is mad about the real you. Don’t lose hope.”

“Don’t think I’m in danger of that with you around.” He flashes her a smile that’s equal parts warm and sarcastic, and fully makes her stomach flip. His eyes sweep her face for a moment before he drops his head back, face towards the ceiling with his eyes closed. “Of course you’re right. You’re always right.” He lets out a humorless laugh.

Unbidden, an image of a younger Lily flits into her mind, shouting by a lake.

“Not always.”

“Yes always. You’re not afraid to call me on my shit, Evans, and I love that about you. Even when it’s embarrassingly public.” He laughs quietly again, sliding a hand down his face, and Lily wonders how their minds immediately jumped to the same incident. “Merlin, d’you remember you once called me a toerag in front of half the bloody school before swearing off of me? I could never bring myself to be mad, though—you were right and I was being a little shit.”

“I didn’t”—she licks her lips nervously, battling a hysterical rise of laughter—“swear off of you.”

“Sure you did. Rather go out with the Giant Squid, wasn’t it?”

All the noise around them in the pub has died away. Now it’s only the two of them…and a high-pitched sort of ringing in Lily’s ears.

“That was me turning you down then. Not…forever.”

His head snaps up and their eyes meet—his nestled under a furrowed brow, swirling dark and molten, the brightness of the light honey flecks twinkling in the deep green. It’s as though the air around her has grown thinner, her lungs having to work twice as hard to breathe.

“What’re you—“

“Fucking finally!” Sirius exclaims, collapsing into his seat as Sam levitates a new tray of drinks—several shots and some tankards of butterbeer for winding down the night—onto the table.

“Bartender was making puppy eyes at a hen party and I thought this one here was going to lose his mind if it took another minute,” Sam laughs, pushing two shots over to Sirius.

Lily hears them, but doesn't really register anything. No, she and James are still caught in a magnetizing stare across the table, furrowed brow giving way to something shocked as understanding dawns. She wants to look away, wants to hide the blush of mortification that’s crawling up her neck at her clunky confession, but she can’t.

Three years of playing it mostly cool, down the drain.

But still, there’s something in those eyes that doesn’t let her heart crash and burn. There’s something there, accompanied by the subtle upward curve of his lips, that makes her stomach tremble with anticipation.

Hope.

#jily

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All The Things I Would Do

Read here or on AO3

Inspired by this tweet

“Make it make sense, Moony. Why did Poland deserve to win the last Quidditch World Cup when their strategy relied solely on defense?”

Remus shook his head. “But they didn't! Their Seeker was miles better than the one Guatemala had and Poland was going to win if he hadn't been injured halfway through the match.”

Lily would never get tired of watching James talk about Quidditch. His passion was infectious; he was speaking animatedly, waving his hands around to demonstrate a particular move, and Lily found herself following their path, mesmerised by his lovely fingers.

They would look great on her neck.

The reaction to the thought of it alone made her hot all over; a familiar heat spread through her entire body, and she should have been used to it by now.

She wasn't.

For Merlin's sake, why was she having these unholy thoughts about the Quidditch captain on a random Sunday morning, of all days? This wasn't the neither the time nor the place.

While she was zoning out, the two had moved to another topic and James had calmed down significantly, having sat on the other end of the sofa where she was lounging.

“I'm just saying that Dumbledore could invest in some new equipment for the team. Not every player can afford a broomstick and they shouldn't be forced to fly on a shit one that's been used at Hogwarts for fifteen years,” James continued, while Remus plopped on the armchair in front of the fireplace.

“Yeah, and didn't you give your gloves to the new recruit? What's her name, she's a third year...”

“Josephine Jones?” Lily supplied. She remembered her from the tryouts she had attended so that she could ogle James. Respectfully, of course. From a distance.

James turned to her and snapped his fingers. “That's her! Yeah, she's a muggleborn and I couldn't let my keeper use second-hand gloves. I forgot to buy new ones, though, and I got blisters yesterday at practice.”

Lily perked up.

“Can I see? I might have a salve just for that,” she said, cringing on the inside at the not very subtle excuse to look at his hands.

“Um... Yeah, sure,” James looked perplexed, but agreed anyway and scooted closer to her.

He held out his hands, and Lily took them in hers.

They were perfectly proportioned, and softer than she expected. She ran a finger over his blisters - which, she admitted, didn't make his hands look any less beautiful - and he shivered.

She looked up, suddenly aware of her surroundings, and noticed that his lips were slightly parted, and he was still looking at his— their hands.

He cleared his throat and blinked a couple of times. “So, what's the verdict?”

“Uh?”

James was now looking at her expectantly, a furrow in his brows. “Can you heal them?”

“Oh, of course. The salve is just upstairs, in my dorm. Do you want me to grab it now?” she recovered quickly.

“Nah, it doesn't hurt, there's no rush. You can bring it down before lunch,” he smiled, and Lily realised that his hands were still in her lap, and she was still touching them. They were so warm.

“You sure? I don't mind.”

James laughed. “Why, do they need immediate intervention? Do they look that bad?”

“No! No, not at all,” she assured him, internally panicking. Merlin, she kept embarrassing heels herself in front of him. “Actually, you have nice hands.”

What the actual fuck?

Her brain had abandoned her. The words had left her lips without her permission and she was sure that her pale skin was starting to resemble the colour of beetroot.

The rest of her body might have failed her, but her expression remained calm. James, on the other hand, reacted immediately. His eyebrows shot up, and a dopey smile started to appear on his face.

He looked adorable.

“Really?” he asked. He was... surprised? No, more like flattered.

Well, of course he did. He thrived on compliments.

What was she supposed to say?

Yes, James, yes. Actually can I use your hands as a necklace? I forgot mine upstairs.

Yeah, no. He'd never talk to her again.

She hadn't disclosed this particular fantasy of hers to anyone else, not even her closest friends, but she was seconds away from telling him.

She had touched his hands, though.

She had touched his nice, soft, big hands and she'd let him put them wherever he wanted if he only asked.

Things were getting out of control. She needed to get a grip.

A good, firm grip...

Oh, for fuck's sake.

“For a Quidditch player, I mean. I guess gloves do work, who would have thought? Not me, I've never even played, I should really learn more about it—” she rambled, looking away and letting go of him.

“Is that why you came to the tryouts? To learn?” Remus cut her off. Shit, she had forgotten he was there.

Lily ignored him.

“You know what? I'll get you that ointment now, I need to grab a jumper anyway, it's dead cold in here,” she told him while getting up, despite the warmth that was spreading through her body.

Remus suppressed a laugh. “You okay, Lily?”

She nodded. “Absolutely! I should really go,” Lily walked towards the stairs without looking back.

“Wait, Lil—” she heard James call her, but she was already making her way upstairs.

She needed a cold shower. Or she could ask Mary to obliviate her, whatever worked best.

#jily

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Hair

Written for @hinnymicrofic November 2023 - Prompt 10

School year 96/97, told through the medium of Hair

He first noticed Ginny’s hair in October, at Quidditch practice. Well, not so much noticed, because of course he had noticed before that she had hair in a general sense. She obviously wasn’t bald, was she? No, it was more like he paid particular attention to her hair, specifically. It happened when she dived sharply for a loose quaffle, twisting as she went, and whatever she’d used to clip it up to her head came loose. Suddenly, her hair was tumbling behind her, first as she hurtled towards the grass, then as she soared upwards, aiming for the hoops. It caught the late afternoon sun, and almost seemed to glow, like flames streaking through the air behind her. Ron saved her shot (with his face. Classic.), and as she pulled up in front of him, face alight with laughter, her hair fell forward, like a cloud around her shoulders. Harry decided the odd feeling in his stomach was hunger - must be time to head back up for dinner.

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Ginny was grateful to Dean, checking over her Charms essay, really she was, but honestly, it was a bit dull, just sat there in the common room, waiting. Her gaze fell idly on the table in the corner, where Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting, deep in conversation. Harry had his back to her, and, for want of anything better to do, she traced the line of his hair with her eyes, where it fell, curling just slightly towards his collar. She imagined running her finger there, feeling where his hairline met the pale skin of his neck, and she shivered slightly. 

“It’s pretty good, Ginny. You just need to add a bit more about the Substantive charm’s practical uses and then I think you’ve covered everything.”

Ginny jumped at the sound of Dean’s voice, suddenly feeling very guilty about the direction of her thoughts, and more than a little surprised. I mean, where the fuck did that even come from?

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The Slug Club Christmas party was every bit as appalling as Harry had feared. Luna’s company helped to make it just about bearable, as did the amusing spectacle of Hermione attempting to avoid McLaggan. The biggest problem was that no matter how many utterly terrifying/incredibly dull/undoubtedly influential (delete as applicable) people Slughorn seemed determined to introduce him to, Harry found his attention constantly drawn to the flashes of long, red hair from across the room, everytime it caught the candlelight. It was impossible to miss, a beacon that always drew his gaze. But as always, Ginny remained just out of his reach.

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At breakfast, before the Hufflepuff match, Ginny watched Harry carefully. Sure enough, she quickly picked up the signs that he was stressed. Losing Katie was bad enough, but Ron’s (ahem) mishap and Cormac’s subsequent recruitment was significantly more concerning. It seemed like every few seconds, he’d run his fingers through his hair. Long, slender, strong fingers, oddly delicate despite the callouses from his wand and the handle of his firebolt, though why her stupid brain insisted on noticing that, she had no idea. Well okay, maybe she had a bit of an idea. But anyway, the constant agitation made his hair stick up in spiky black tufts, even more unruly than usual - which was really saying something, wasn’t it? 

Maybe it would be neater if he cut it shorter? she thought - but he wouldn’t like that, would he? Because if it was shorter, it wouldn’t flop down over his forehead, covering his scar. And, now she came to think about it, she wouldn’t like it either. There was something strangely hot about he always looked so dishevelled, like he had perennially just got out of bed. She wondered, not for the first time, whether it was as soft as it appeared? She imagined running her own fingers through it, the feeling of it against the delicate skin between her fingers and… oh crap, she didn’t just sigh out loud, did she?

“Everything okay, Ginny?” enquired Hermione, her tone solicitous, but her expression irritatingly knowing. “You look a bit… flushed.” 

“Yes, fine,” she answered, smoothly, returning Hermione’s arched eyebrow with one of her own. “Just a bit warm in here, isn’t it?”

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By the time Harry arrived at The Burrow at Easter, he knew he was in real trouble. Being in such close proximity to Ginny was… problematic. Everything about her was just so bloody attractive, and it did things to him. Case in point: when Hermione was finally persuaded to make up the numbers for two-aside Quidditch. Harry honestly didn’t expect this to be an issue - after all, he’d played Quidditch with Ginny countless times, and okay it was often a bit distracting, but this was something else. Obviously, her lips didn’t help, pink and slightly parted as she concentrated on stealing the quaffle from under his nose, but the main difference was the way she was dressed, in the unseasonably warm weather. Those  unnecessarily short shorts, and the way her t-shirt stretched over her chest… well, anyway. He needed something else to focus on, and fast. Ron! Yes, genius. Thinking of Ron, instant mood killer. Ron with his ginger hair. It was the exact same shade as Ginny’s ginger hair, wasn’t it? Ron’s ginger hair, which was cut short, and not at all like Ginny’s which was long and thick and shiny, and currently braided into a thick plait, hanging down her back towards… Oh Merlin! This isn’t helping AT ALL! 

“Harry! Look out!”

Unfortunately, Hermione’s warning came way too late, but at least sorting out the minor cuts and bruises from his collision with the tree branch and subsequent tumble to the ground gave him something else to think about. 

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The moment they stepped through the portrait hole, Harry pressed her against the wall, his mouth on hers. With only a moment of hesitation, Ginny allowed her hands to slip up his back, feeling his shoulders tense at her touch, before sliding them through his hair. 

Yeah, I was right, she thought to herself, it really is as soft as it looks.

After that, she really didn’t do much in the way of thinking at all.

#hinny microfic #hinny #suuuper cute