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sapphireginger · 1 year

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Title: Igniting Love Lost

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46998988

Square Filled: Hogwarts Castle

For: @potterheadbingo

Pairing: Stinny [Stiles Stilinski + Ginny Weasley]

Rating: Teen And Up

Word Count: 1,703

Summary:

Mieczyslaw Genim Iskra, also known as Stiles Stilinski, had been alive for centuries. Nothing had any meaning to him anymore. He was just about to give up and seek out his eldest cousin Elijah for help in ending his existence when he received a letter from some place called Hogwarts. Minerva McGonagall had heard of the esteemed Spark and had an offer for him.

Dear Mister Iskra,

I have heard a great deal about you. All of us here at Hogwarts have heard quite a lot. However, we did not know as much as we thought we did. We would not know what we know now without the knowledge given to us by one of our teachers. She speaks very highly of you.

So, after speaking with the majority of our staff and making the final decision myself, I extend this formal invitation to you. It is our wish that you may accept our invitation to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts at our school.

Please let us know at your earliest convenience of your level of interest. I’m sure you’re a busy man. I hope to see you in September for our first term.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Stiles was inclined to dispose of it. Then again…

“You should accept, Mieczyslaw,” Elijah said.

“Why? What purpose would it serve me?” he snapped but it was half hearted. He chose not to reprimand his cousin for using his full name either. It wouldn’t stop him from doing so.

Elijah adjusted the cuffs of his suit. “Well, if nothing else will persuade you from erasing yourself from existence I won’t stop you. However, did you notice she referenced a woman having dropped your name to her?” His tone held amusement as if he knew something his cousin did not.

Stiles swallowed. “You don’t suppose…” he trailed off, hope quickly building in his chest. Aqua sparks began to dance across his pale skin. “It can’t be, can it?”

“Do tell me how dear Ginevieve is, won't you?” Elijah inquired nonchalantly. He moved to leave the room, pausing at the doorway. “Oh. I do believe you called her Ginny. Yes?”

“Yes,” Stiles whispered. “Ginny Love, could it really truly be you? After all this time?”

✦❇ 📜 ❇ ✦

Stiles sent his reply post haste. Even if it would not be his Ginny, perhaps a couple semesters at the school would do him some good. He packed up and left the following weekend. He needed to get a feel for his new home before everyone else arrived.

The first week he saw no sign of the woman he had hoped to find. The first month passed much the same. He was summoned to the office of the headmistress for further instructions and an autograph. It was a bit awkward for him, but the woman was giving him a job. He consciously ignored how she placed it on the wall right behind her wingback chair where everyone who entered her office would be able to see it.

The students arrived at the end of August, all of the students, years two through seven. The year one students would not arrive until the first week of September.

His first two months of teaching were nerve wracking, but he firmly took control of his classroom and did not take any lip. They grew to respect him and in turn he offered the same.

It was hard when the first term ended as he chose to stay in the castle while the students (most of them) went home for Christmas break.

He used the time to search for Ginny, but his efforts proved fruitless once more. He debated asking the headmistress but quickly decided that wasn’t appropriate. Stiles didn’t want anyone knowing of their connection anyway.

When the second term started up, two red headed children, a girl and a boy, were placed in his class. He had no idea who they were, and they mischievously refused to tell him. He sighed and his eyes flashed a bright aqua color. What he saw crushed him. His eyes then flickered back to normal, and he turned away. “No practical demonstration today. Open your books and turn to page 394.”

The students obeyed, even the twins who looked like they knew something was wrong. If Stiles thought that they looked concerned, he waved it off. Most likely the twins were simply worried that they were in trouble.

Still, the two students approached him after class. “Professor Iskra?” they said in sync.

“Yes,” he replied, tension filling him, making his muscles go taut.

“We’re so glad to meet you, sir. Mother has told us so much about you.”

Stiles cleared his throat debating how to approach the conversation. He settled for grabbing his messenger bag, slinging it over his shoulder and turning toward them. “I don’t believe you know me. I don’t know you. You are my students. You are nothing more, and you are nothing less. Good day.”

“But—” they tried.

“Good. Day.”

He left no room for interpretation, and they left after a final backward glance when they reached the door.

Stiles inhaled sharply and exhaled on a sob. He rushed to his office and spelled the door shut. No one would be able to enter. His magic was unlike any currently in existence or to ever exist before. He was powerful but something so simple and yet so complex all at once, had made him lose his composure. He collapsed against the closed door and slid to the floor, burying his face in his arms as he hugged his knees to his chest.

There was no stopping the memories. There hadn’t been a way to keep them at bay since he received the letter. However, the memories invading his mind at that moment, were of what he saw when he learned the names of the twins. Ryder Genim Potter & Ryana Ginnifer Potter. Their father was a man named Harry James Potter and their mother…their mother was a woman named Ginevieve “Ginny” Marie Potter.

✦❇ 📜 ❇ ✦

Stiles withdrew more after that. He did not change how he interacted with his students, but he kept his distance from the twins despite their repeated attempts to communicate with him. He was close to asking the headmistress to assist him when a letter appeared on his nightstand one night toward the end of the second term. He had penned his resignation prior to getting into bed.

The letter was magic in origin, and he would recognize the handwriting anywhere. It was a Whisperer (the complete opposite of a Howler). He settled beneath his covers and carefully opened the letter. A soft tune began to play and then a voice he knew and could never forget began to echo softly from the pages. “Ginny,” he whispered as the voice began to read after finishing its tune.

Dearest Iskra Mojego Serca,

How I’ve missed you. I know you will doubt it as by now you’ve met Ryder and Ryana. Please do not be angry with the children. It is I who broke the promise we made. I was young and foolish. Harry showed interest and I was so lonely. It is not an excuse and I love my children too much to regret having them. I only regret that they aren’t your children as well as mine.

They know you as their godfather. Harry has left us for another woman who cares about his status as an auror. I’ve never cared for it myself. When I found out I took the children who were only five at the time and moved. We live in London now and when they received their letters for Hogwarts, I knew they would meet you.

You’re probably wondering how everything came to pass. I used a gift from a friend to play with time a little. I left a note for the headmistress to find. She knows I’m a teacher, but she does not know that I do not teach at Hogwarts. I never wanted to deceive her, but I needed to find you and I was afraid when you learned of my broken promise you would disappear again. I couldn’t bear it. So, I hope meeting the twins goes better without me there.

However, if you should so wish it, I shall meet you. Ask for me. Write to me. I will come.

Will all my heart, the heart that has always, is and will always belong to you and you alone…

Your Ginny

Stiles was stunned, feeling so many things at once that he had to push the small switch his cousin Elijah had taught him in order to not be overwhelmed. It was a stupid thing to do, as humanity shouldn't be played with like that, but he needed to focus now on the most important thing. The thing that mattered most right now was his godchildren and he planned to find them first thing.

The next morning, he found them as they were just about to board the train. He hugged them tightly and asked them to stay with him at his home for the first month of summer. They grinned at him with hope lighting up their faces. Meanwhile, the letter of resignation was turning to ash in the fireplace of his office.

✦❇ 📜 ❇ ✦

Ryder and Ryana stayed with him all summer and made sure to keep their mother updated. They wanted to ask their godfather so many questions, but they refrained. They were too afraid he would send them home.

Surprisingly, during the final week of summer, their godfather asked them to join him for a walk. During their meandering, he told them a love story. He did not tell them who the lovers were, but they knew as their mother had told them the same story from the time they were born.

They saw the love and wistfulness in their godfather’s eyes. It was the same as the look in their mother’s eyes whenever she thought about the man she had always loved and had never stopped loving. They used that last week of summer break to make a plan. They were going to figure out how to reunite the lovers for good.

#potterheadbingo #sapphireginger #square filled: hogwarts castle #ship: stinny [stiles stilinski + ginny weasley]#character: stiles stilinski #character: ginny weasley #original characters #character: elijah mikaelson #magical stiles stilinski #immortal stiles stilinski #light angst #harry potter bingo

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sup3rbloom · 2 years

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finally started writing for @potterheadbingo! if anyone has any ideas for fics to write for my potterheadbingo card, lemme know! i'm always up for ideas :D

#potterheadbingo #harry potter bingo #harry potter #myfics #bingo card

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gardenpatchbaby · 6 months

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I am so sick of fic writers making 10-year-olds talk like babies.

I work with children and have taken numerous classes on adolescent development. Here's some of what I learned because I might actually kill someone if I read another fic where an older child is essentially a four-year-old. (No hate to anyone in particular. Children are confusing.)

(Slight trigger warning for 13 & 14 year-olds. Puberty/sex mentioned)

(Most info is from Chip Wood's Yardsticks: Child and Adolescent Development Ages 4-14)

#writing #writing tips #writing prompt #children #steven universe #tanjiro kamado #naruto uzumaki #harry potter #ash ketchum #vanellope von schweetz #dora the explorer #bluey heeler #eri #bingo heeler #tw sex mention

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 4 months

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If you’re up for it, numbers 17, 22, and 49 with Bellatrix please? I was thinking hate-sex but you can do something else if you prefer. Preferably no mommy kink, but anything else is fine <3

Snowball Puppy ~Dom!Bellatrix Lestrange xFem Puppy!Reader ~Holiday Bingo

Summary— A day in the snow turns a heated rivalry into a passion filled night. Anon Response— Hey hey anon!! Thanks for the request. Bellatrix could always use more content! No mommy kink, just like you asked. Enjoy! ♥️

Previous Day <—found here!

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Prompt— Playing in the Snow

#17. “Don’t make me ask again”

#22. “Stop doing that”

#49. “You look so good when you beg...”

Warnings: NSFW, light smut, fingering, dom/sub relations, puppy play, begging, begging kink, teasing, taunting, intimidation, hate-sex, enemies to lovers, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

You, Bellatrix, and Draco were outside, in the middle of a snow blurry, running around and playing in the snow.You were Draco’s Godmother, and you live and adored Draco. Bellatrix you barely stomached. It was his idea to invite her out in the snow. You merely grumbled along.

Suddenly you felt a hard pelt of snow on the back of your neck. You turned around and saw a grinning Draco, his hands filled with snowballs.

You smirked and quickly began rolling your own icy weapons. But instead of throwing them at Draco, you flung them Bellatrix’s way. The witch shrieked as an icy ball hit her in the shoulder. She looked madly furious. Then you threw another one, hitting her neck this time.

You giggled endlessly as she jumped about in a cold spout of rage. Your last throw of your snowballs landed right in the woman’s face. You gasped and placed your hand over your mouth in reaction. Draco bursted out in laughter.

But then Bellatrix stared you down and began charging toward you. With intent and ferocity. And you quickly made a run for it. You scampered back into Malfoy Manor, yelling back at Draco for help. But Draco was rolling in the snow, laughing endlessly, and certainly not helping you.

You ran inside the Manor and up the stairs, down the corridors, until you reached your guest room. You ran in, shut the door behind you, and collapsed against it panting.

It wasn’t long before Bellatrix caught up with you. You could tell from her sinister cackling. It always sent shivers down your spine.

She banged on the door, taunting your name and trying to get in. But your body kept the door firmly closed. That was until magic was involved.

A split second later, you were hurled forward onto the ground and the door swung open violently. It closed itself as Bellatrix entered, staring down at you as you scrambled to get up. But she hindered you, stepping on your chest, effectively keeping you pinned on the ground.

Your eyes widened and your breathing shallowed at this compromising position. But a spark of courage lighted in you as her dark and dangerous eyes met your gaze. You weren’t going down without a fight.

“Stop doing that. Let me go.” You gritted out through your teeth.

Bellatrix grinned like a Cheshire Cat and tilted her head, pushing her foot down further and threatening to cut off your oxygen flow to your lungs.

“I think you like it…!” she jeered in her taunting manner.

You growled in response, barring your teeth while squirming underneath her heel. Bellatrix chuckled and accepted your challenge.

“Fine then. Beg. Beg me to let you go.” She jeered.

Your breath hitched in your breath.

“Fuck you!” You sneered.

Bellatrix chuckled darkly and shook her head.

“Don’t make me ask again” she threatened darkly.

The newfound edge and dominance to her tone got to you.

“I… umm” you stammered, your face getter redder and redder.

“What’s the matter, pup…?” Bellatrix jeered.

The pet name sent waves right to your core… ferocious, unrelenting waves.

“P-please…”

The pressure tightened once more on your chest. She was saying it wasn’t good enough.

“Please Bellatrix… please…” you begged, “please please please—” you chanted, closing your eyes out of embarrassment.

This made the woman smirk wickedly.

“Please please…!” She mocked you.

Your eyes shot opened widened at her tone and you gulped.

This time you involuntarily jerked your hips upward, your body suddenly needing relief and some sort of friction. This made Bellatrix chuckle darkly. Bellatrix then released her foot from your chest, letting you breath once more.

With a muttering spell under her breath, Bellatrix moved you onto your bed. You were frozen as the woman pounced on you, pinning you to the bed. You moved your head to the side, as her face came right up to yours, and her tongue licked up the trial of your neck and jaw.

You wanted to hate it. But you didn’t… You coudn’t… your body was giving in.

Your hips jerked up once more, making the woman chuckle again. While keeping you successfully pinned to the bed, one of Bellatrix’s hands wandered down in between your legs, her fingers grazing your clothes center. This only made you jerk your hips even more, making your mind more and more dizzy.

Bellatrix growled in response.

“P-please please… don’t stop—-” you sputtered.

“You look so good when you beg, pup…” Bellatrix cooed wickedly.

“I h-hate you… I—” you breathed out roughly.

But you were cut off as her fingers slipped under your clothing layers and two of them slid into your warmth.

“I know, pup… I know…” Bellatrix cooed lustfully, pumping and curling into your cunt at a fast and harsh pace.

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fanfics4all · 11 months

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Truth Potion

Request: Yes / No Thank you @badthingshappenbingo for my card!

Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Ravenclaw!Reader

Word count: 1452

Warnings: Being slipped Veritaserum

Y/N: Your Name

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

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*Draco’s POV*

She was sitting at the Ravenclaw table laughing at something Michael Corner said. He was smiling at her and I rolled my eyes. He doesn’t deserve to even talk to her, she should be right at my side. He shouldn’t even be able to look at her. I glared at him and she playfully smacked his arm. I grumbled as I took a sip of my pumpkin juice.

“What’s with the scowl?” Blaise asked as he took a seat across from me.

“He’s mad that Y/L/N is giving Corner attention.” Pansy said with a smirk.

“No I’m not!” I hissed.

“Have you ever even talked to her?” Blaise asked.

“Nope.” Goyle answered while stuffing a muffin in his mouth.

“Not a word.” Crabbe shook his head.

“Shut it!” I growled, slamming my goblet on the table. A few people looked our way and I noticed Y/N was one of them. I quickly looked away from her and started eating.

“You’ve got it bad, mate.” Blaise said with a smirk.

“Oh he’s head over heals for that girl.” Pansy said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at them.

“I am not.” I said with a glare.

“When are you gonna stop lying? It’s so obvious that you’re in love with her.” Pansy said and I shook my head.

“I’m not in love with her.” I mumbled.

“You should talk to her.” Blaise said.

“And say what?” I asked.

“She’s a Ravenclaw, ask her what her favorite book is.” Pansy shrugged.

“That’s actually not a bad idea.” Blaise said and Pansy rolled her eyes.

“I always have good ideas.” She said, flipping her hair.

“Sure you do…” Blaise said and Pansy kicked him under the table. Blaise just rolled his eyes at her.

“We’ve got potions with her, maybe you could partner up with her.” He suggested. I looked over at Y/N and she was not talking to Cho. I smiled slightly and didn’t notice Pansy and Blaise smirk at each other.

When it was time for potions Pansy rushed over to Y/N, who was sitting in her seat next to Cho. I looked at her with wide eyes and Blaise smirked at me.

“What’s she doing?” I asked and Blaise shrugged, but still smirked at me.

“Y/L/N!” Pansy said and Y/N looked at her confused.

“Yes?” She asked.

“Do you think you can partner with Draco today? He needs a little help with potions and you’re amazing at potions.” She said with a smile and I looked at her with wide eyes. Y/N looked over at me and I looked away, but felt my ears turn pink.

“Do you mind, Cho?” She asked and Cho shook her head. I watched Pansy pull Y/N over to us and push her into the seat next to me.

“Hi, Draco.” Y/N said with a smile and I looked over at Pansy.

“I hope you all are ready for today’s lesson.” Snap said as he walked into the classroom. He looked around the room and raised a brow when he saw Y/N sitting at our table. He didn’t say anything and just moved on to tell us about the potion we’d be working on today.

“I’ll get the ingredients and you get the supplies?” Y/N asked me and I nodded.

*3rd Person POV*

Draco and Y/N worked together great. The two of them were equally learning and laughing, which was just what Draco’s friends wanted. Their plan was working perfectly and it only got easier when they aced the potion.

“You should eat lunch with us, Y/L/N.” Pansy said. Y/N smiled and nodded.

“Sure, I’d love to.” She said and Draco glanced at Pansy.

“Great! We’ll save you a seat.” Pansy smiled. Y/N waved goodbye to the group of Slytherins and Draco stared at her longingly.

“Did you get the potion?” Pansy whispered to Blaise while Draco was distracted. The boy nodded and held up a small vile of clear liquid. Pansy smirked and looked over at Draco.

“This is going to be perfect!” She whispered.

*Draco’s POV*

I was waiting for lunch to come around. I couldn’t believe Y/N had agreed to sit with us. I knew Pansy would have her sit next to me, but I didn’t mind. After sitting with her in Potions and talking to her, I didn’t want to stop. So when lunch finally came I watched the door closely for Y/N.

“Draco, maybe you should drink some pumpkin juice until Y/N comes.” Pansy suggested. I looked at her confused but shrugged. I took a few sips and saw Y/N walking towards us. I smiled at her and she returned it with her perfect and bright smile. I swear it made the room brighter.

“Hello everyone.” She said as she sat down. We all greeted her and started eating. Y/N fit in with our group easily and I was so happy to finally spend some time with her.

“Draco, doesn’t Y/N look so cute today?” Pansy asked with a slight smirk.

“She looks cute everyday.” I answered and my eyes widened. Her cheeks turned pink and I looked over at my friends, who were smirking.

“T-Thank you, Draco.” Y/N stuttered with a shy smile.

“What did you do?” I asked Pansy and she shrugged with a smile.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She clearly lied.

“How do you feel about Y/N, mate?” Blaise asked and Y/N looked at the two with wide eyes. I tried to keep my feelings to myself, but I couldn’t seem to keep my mouth shut.

“I bloody love her, obviously.” I answered and turned bright red. Y/N also turned bright red and looked over at Pansy and Blaise, who looked quite pleased with themselves.

“Did you two give him something?” Y/N asked, still blushing.

“We may have slipped him some Veritaserum, but only because we were sick of him denying his feelings for you and staring at you like a lovesick puppy.” Pansy answered and I blushed deeper.

“That’s not very nice, come on, Draco.” Y/N said with a slight glare at the pair and pulled me out of my seat.

“Where are we going?” I asked as she pulled me out of the Great Hall.

“To see if Professor Snape has any of the antidote.” She answered. She dragged me all the way to the Potions classroom and knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Snape’s monotone voice came muffled through the door. We walked through and Snape glanced at us.

“What is it?” He asked, annoyed.

“Sorry to bother you Professor, but it seems Draco’s friends slipped him some Veritaserum and we were wondering if you had the antidote.” Y/N explained.

“Who slipped you the potion, Mister Malfoy?” He asked.

“Pansy and Blaise, sir.” I answered and he sneered. He got up and ruffled through his closet before returning with blue bottle. He poured some in a cup and handed it to me.

“Drink this.” He said and I gladly gulped down the liquid.

“Now get out.” He said and we nodded.

“Thank you Professor.” Y/N said.

“You can inform your friends that they’ve just lost their house thirty point and earned themselves a months detention.” Snape said before we left the classroom. Once we were in the hallway Y/N pulled me down an empty hall and looked at me while biting her lip.

“I know you didn’t want to admit that to me like that and it wasn’t right what they did, but I’d like to tell you that I’ve always had a bit of a crush on you as well.” She said looking down at her feel shyly. I started at her for a moment, but quickly recovered from the shock. I gently lifted her face to look at me and her cheeks with dusted with pink.

“You’re not just saying that, right?” I asked and she quickly shook her head.

“Well then, on the next trip to Hogsmeade would you like to join me on a date?” I asked and she smiled her amazing smile.

“I’d love to.” She said and gave me a hug, which shocked me a little. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her closely. She pulled back and left her arms around my neck and mine were still on her waist. I glanced at her lips and she blushed.

“Save it until after out first date.” She said and I chuckled.

“Whatever you want, love.” I said and she blushed at the nickname. Thank you Pansy and Blaise…

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sniperjade · 11 months

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Masturbation Midsummer Bingo

I may have made a promise that I would do this once I scrubbed out of "Last Drabble Writer Standing" and here we are.

What is Masturbation Midsummer Bingo?

This is a low-key challenge created to fight back against Puritanism in fandom spaces. You simply try and get a bingo however you can, be it with drabbles, fics, art whatever. The idea is to flood fandom with masturbation-positive works because it's something to be celebrated not shamed. Pleasure is a basic human right and no one should be denied that.

How long does it go for?

From now to the end of August. It's super low key.

Is there a collection?

No. We're just doing this for fun.

Will you be crossposting?

I will cross post any Masturbation Midsummer content that I get tagged in and if I miss you just message me.

Is this only for a specific fandom?

No. I primarily post in the Harry Potter fandom and there are some fantasy themed squares but if you want to do it in a different fandom that's totally fine.

How did you come up with the Bingo squares?

I brainstormed a whole heap of them and used a random number generator to put them in the board.

Go crazy everyone!

#MasturbationMidsummer #harry potter fandom #Fanfiction Bingo #Fanfiction #anti purity culture

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made-by-moon · 19 days

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I did the Marauders kinnie bingo cause I'm bored and I love this kind of stuff.

Bingos by @tamprongz on tik tok <3

I'm absolutely THRILLED that I got bingo on Sirius Black, thank you very much.

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serenlines · 3 months

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Prongsfoot, Muggle AU minicomic.

Mini comic for Prongsfoot Bingo! This is my first entry for my board, took me a while! I am not happy with how the drawing turned out but still super proud of myself for finishing my first mini comic! now I need to find a style that works better for me when it comes to drawing comics. Eventually I will find it and nothing will stop me!

hehehe

#sirius black #james potter #bambibelle #fanart #digital illustration #my art #sirius x james #harry potter #hp marauders #Prongsfoot #mini comic #Prongsfoot Bingo #Seren.Lines #Serenlines

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autumnweeen · 3 months

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Posted by @euphoric-dramione

The ones are haven’t read are already on my TBR ♥️

#dramione #harry potter fandom #draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco x hermione #ao3fic #fanfiction #harry potter #bingo card

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avielex · 3 months

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It's the full Budd family :]

(Both Aaron and Oriana Budd are Muggles.)

Aaron's always described Oriana as the smart one between the two of them, but she gives all the credit to her husband for helping her learn to wind down and not take everything too seriously.

#the server screamed when i first posted aaron #and chemzee had whole bingo boards and everything #simps. the lot of you #gives me good pfp material for my tuppers tho finally #hpma #harry potter magic awakened #hp magic awakened #magic awakened #hpma oc #jordan budd #sera budd #avie's art

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sophie-hatter-jenkins · 28 days

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A collection of Hinny-centric drabbles, microfics and one-shots written for the Ginny Lovers Discord server 5-Year Ginnversary Bingo game.

Chapter 12 - Happily Ever After

Ginny's had a tough couple of days, but her very own Prince Charming is on hand to welcome her home.

Rating - Mature (because Ginny has a foul mouth when she's hungry)

Read on AO3 from the beginning or continue below the cut for the latest chapter (1555 words)

Ginny Potter was tired. Bone tired. She hadn’t exactly been thrilled to be covering the Arrows away fixture against Portree in the depths of the February winter in the first place, but to have it then turn into an eighteen hour feat of endurance where the snitch seemed determined to hide from the relentless sleet and gale force winds really took the biscuit.

Bolstered by warming charm upon warming charm, and what felt like buckets of hot tea, Ginny had powered through. But, by the time she’d finished her post-match interviews (during which more than one of the exhausted players actually fell asleep over the press conference table), she’d already missed two nights of bedtimes, and was at perilous risk of missing a third.

Being away from Harry and the kids wasn’t something she enjoyed at the best of times, but right now, it felt especially awful. Albus was only a few months into Muggle primary school and seemed to be struggling to adjust; Lily had suddenly morphed from a happy-go-lucky toddler into the world’s most clingy preschooler; and then there was James. James, as usual, seemed perfectly fine, sailing through life in a blaze of noise and chaos without a care in the world. Perversely, that made Ginny worry about him even more. It was always so obvious when something was bothering Albus or Lily that Ginny couldn’t help but worry it would be so easy to overlook it when something was bothering James.

Ginny was self-aware enough to know that her concerns about James weren’t rooted in reality; they stemmed entirely from an (un)healthy dose of mummy-guilt. How could she, raised in a countryside idyll, by the world’s most capable and present stay-at-home mother, possibly choose to bring up her own family in the middle of a city while pursuing not one but two consecutive careers that involved long stints away from her babies? Not that anyone had ever said that to her, of course. No, Ginny simply imagined that she could hear it in every comment about her professional success, or enquiry about the health of her children. Or maybe she didn’t imagine it at all - the wizarding world could still be extremely conservative on many topics, including that of working mothers.

Sighing, Ginny left the press tent and apparated onto the top step of Grimmauld Place. Inside, the house was quiet, but the warm lamplight and cosy decor that had replaced the unrelenting gloom she remembered from her teens immediately relaxed her. It felt so good to be home - and according to the clock on the wall, she’d made it back just in time to kiss her babies goodnight.

She hung up her thick winter cloak in the alcove by the door and swapped her boots for a pair of fluffy slippers, then padded up the stairs in search of her family.

As she reached the first floor landing, she became aware of a low, soothing voice, coming from the drawing room. She adored that voice; deep and calming and so full of love. Moving close to the door, she realised that Harry was reading a story. The door was open, so she leaned against the frame, drinking in the scene inside the room.

Harry was sitting on the sofa facing the fireplace, levitating a large book just in front of him, using his wand to turn the pages. Lily was on his knee, snuggled against his chest, while James and Albus had taken up positions on either side of him, leaning in close and staring at the book’s illustrations in rapt attention. All four of them were underneath an old blanket she recognised as the one that used to adorn her bed back at the Burrow. On the coffee table in front of them were four mugs, bearing the telltale marks of chocolatey lips that indicated hot cocoa all round.

Ginny recognised the book as an anthology of Muggle fairy tales that had been James’s first Christmas gift from Hermione. In truth, Ginny loved these stories as much as the kids, much preferring them to the wizarding tale of her own childhood. She wasn’t sure why. Perhaps seeing magic through the eyes of people to whom it was something extraordinary reminded her of just how privileged she really was.

As spellbound as her children, Ginny listened while her husband recounted the tale.

“...so it happened that the king proclaimed a great ball to be held at the castle. All the young girls in the land were invited, so that his son could select a bride for himself. When the two stepsisters heard, they were in high spirits.

They called Cinderella, saying, "Comb our hair for us! Lace our ball gowns! Polish our shoes!”

Cinderella obeyed, but wept, because with her faded dress and worn shoes, she knew she couldn't go with them.”

Ginny allowed Harry’s voice to soothe her as he continued to read, about the fairy godmother, the pumpkin and the glass slippers. Albus looked morbidly fascinated when the sisters cut off their toes to squeeze their feet into the shoe. James made a retching noise to signal his feelings about True Love’s Kiss. Lily remained completely silent, her eyes wide and unblinking, a sure sign that she was fighting to stay awake. Finally Harry reached the end of the story, and the spell was broken.

“Can we have another story, Daddy!” clamoured James.

“Yes! Yes! Another!” chimed Albus.

“Wannanother‘un, Dada!” added Lily, sleepily.

“No more stories!” laughed Harry. “It’s bedtime for all of you. Come on up the stairs now please.”

“Ah, Daddy! Please!”

Smiling, Ginny decided it was time to intervene. “Daddy is quite right. It’s time you three were tucked up in bed.”

Four pairs of eyes, brown, green and hazel, swivelled to the doorway, and within moments, Ginny was almost bowled over as three small children hurled themselves at her with a loud chorus of “Mummy!”, closely followed by their father.

“Hi, you,” said Harry, dropping a quick kiss onto her lips. “We missed you.”

“Hi, yourself,” she smiled, bending down to gather Lily up onto her hip. “It’s good to be home. Shall we get these gorgeous little urchins upstairs?”

Harry shot her that lopsided grin that still made her heart skip, and between them, they ushered the children up to the bathroom. Harry supervised tooth brushing while Ginny wrangled Lily into her pyjamas, and before long, all three junior Potters were snuggled in their beds.

Lily and Albus were fast asleep within moments, but James hung on a little while longer, begging Ginny for a blow-by-blow account of the match in Portree, which, she suspected, was just an excuse for more cuddles with Mummy. It wasn’t, she decided, any kind of hardship to indulge him while he drifted off to sleep.

Ginny lingered at her eldest son’s bedside for several minutes after his breathing became deeper and more even, marvelling at his messy red-brown curls, long lashes and freckled cheeks. Eventually a shadow fell across the bedroom floor, and she realised Harry had come to check on them.

Quietly, she slipped away from James’s side, closing the door softly behind her and melting against her husband’s chest.

“Everything okay?” he asked her, murmuring the words into her hair as he held her close.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “I just really missed you all. I can’t help worrying about them. And you.”

“We were fine,” he reassured her.

Ginny screwed her eyes closed. “I know. It’s just… I feel like when I’m being a journalist, I’m failing at being a mum, and when I’m being a mum, I’m failing at being a journalist.”

She felt a breath of silent laughter ruffle the hair at her crown. “Sounds like someone needs a pep talk from Hermione.”

“Probably,” she shrugged, pausing for a moment. “I love my job, but I wish it didn’t put so much pressure on you to pick up the slack.”

“Hey.” He took a step back, placing his hands gently over her biceps, and looked straight into her eyes. “That’s isn’t what happens. You’re amazing. Honestly, amazing. But parenting’s a team sport. Yes, sometimes you have to rely on me, but I need you to remember that I couldn’t do what I do without you either. We have each other’s backs.”

Ginny felt the tension begin to drain from her shoulders. She relaxed back into his arms, but suddenly realised guilt wasn’t the only unpleasant sensation gnawing at her. “Um… not that this isn’t lovely, but I’m fucking starving,” she confessed, her stomach rumbling right on cue.

Harry kissed her forehead, then smiled at her indulgently. “No problem,” he told her. “Rule number one of being married to a Weasley: Always have food ready. I made lasagne for the kids earlier, the rest of it’s under a warming charm in the kitchen.”

Ginny let out a soft groan of pleasure. “You’re awesome, you know? Apparently Cinderella isn’t the only person to have bagged herself a Prince Charming!”

Harry laughed. “Come on then, Cinders - I’ll even throw in some garlic bread for good measure.”

As he took her hand and led her down the stairs, Ginny smiled to herself. Life might not be perfect - might never be perfect. But, she decided, if this was happily ever after, then it was pretty damned good.

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