#harry potter x ginny weasley

[ginnympotter]

A home.

Happy belated birthday Ginny Weasley ily and so does Harry

Harry finally understood why Sirius was so miserable that year.

Although Kreacher was pleasant enough to him, being alone at 12 Grimmauld Place wasn't ideal. It was dark and gloomy and much too large. He didn't protest Ron moving in with George to keep him company for a second, but it was strange, being on his own. He went over to the Burrow for dinner practically every other night, and if Ron and George would stay, he would too. But when he'd return to Grimmauld after a long day of work, he never felt more isolated.

But when Ginny came home for the school holidays and would spend any time not with her family alone with him, the house took on a new life. It was bright and open and sometimes it even felt like it could be home. But maybe that was just Ginny.

It was Easter, and they were winded after some friendly Quidditch matches and a delicious meal from Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny was holding his thigh under the table, laughing at Ron and Hermione's mix of bickering and flirting, telling them to "get a room already," and Ron responded with, "fine, we will!" and grabbed Hermione's hand and dragged her from the table out the kitchen, and her cheeks blushed but she obliged. Ginny grinned victoriously, now with her brother out of sight she wouldn't get scolded for the same activities.

"Mum, we're going to Harry's," she declared as she stood up.

"That's fine, dear," Mrs. Weasley said non-chalantly. "Take some leftover tart."

Tart and Ginny in hand, they apparated to Grimmauld Place. And as soon as they closed the door behind them, Ginny's lips were on his, and one hand wrapped around her waist, and they moved toward the kitchen. "I missed you," she said against his mouth. Harry let the treacle tart slip from his hand onto the counter, before quickly using his now-free hand to run through her hair. They didn't quite make it to the bedroom for the first time round, but made it in time for the second.

As it often happened, he woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare, sweating and breathing heavily. He sat up, trying to calm himself down, but he didn't have to for long, as a small hand touched his arm. "It's okay," Ginny said softly. "You're safe, Harry."

He swallowed, nodded, and followed the pull of her hand as she moved higher up on the bed and guided his head toward her chest. He laid it there, sighing as she ran her fingers through his scalp soothingly. He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent, it acting as a sleeping draught as he drifted back off.

When he woke again, he felt the rhythm of her breathing was a miracle. He gently kissed her neck, and she hummed, opening her eyes slowly and smiling. "Hey."

He responded by kissing her lips, then her forehead, and then he pulled her to his chest this time. She happily burrowed her face into his skin and sighed. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Always better with you," he told her truthfully. And before he could shove down his courage, "I wish you could always be here."

"Me too," she replied. "But I've still got a couple months left of school."

"Well, what about after?"

She lifted her head up and looked at him. "What about it?"

"Well," he said, feeling the blush spread over his cheeks. "What if you were always here after you graduate?"

"You mean like... living here? With you?"

"I know it's not the most charming place in the world," Harry said. "It wouldn't be forever. Maybe we'd even get our own place one day, but until then, I mean-"

Ginny cut him off with a fierce kiss, and when she finally pulled away she had that blazing look he loved so much. "Yes. I'd love that. I love you."

She returned her mouth to his, and he melted into her touch, and the sun shined through the blinds, and everything felt warm. This could be a home, he thought. And this morning, as Ginny pulled him closer to her, it was beginning to feel like one.

#hinny #ginny weasley #harry potter #fanfic #hp #hp fanfic #one shot #harry potter x ginny weasley

[hufflepuff-16]

You're a cutie ☆ミ

Harry Potter x gn reader (〝⌒∇⌒〝)

Warnings: just a tiny big of angst mostly cute fluff

Summary: Reader is feeling a bit sad, so Harry tries to cheer her up (friends to lovers fic).

Link to my previous James Potter fanfic

You arrive at Diagon Alley for your yearly shopping trip, but instead of feeling happy, you feel rather lonely and melancholy, it had been a year since the battle of hogwarts so after having visited half the shops, you decide to go to the Leaky Cauldron, hoping the warmth of the pub will make you feel better. When you enter, your mood lifts immediately. The bar is crowded, and the atmosphere is cosy. You find a booth in the back, and as you look up, you notice a familiar face walking in, who grins when you smile and wave him over to sit with you.

"Hi Harry," you say loudly

Harry waves at you and slides into the booth, grabbing a pitcher of Butterbeer as he does so.

“You look a little down. What’s the matter? Everything alright?” He says with a sympathetic smile.

Oh, Harry is so sweet, you thought. He was always looking out for others.

"Ah... you know, feeling a bit tired," you say truthfully.

Harry’s eyes soften upon hearing you say that. He reaches out an arm and rests a hand on your shoulder.

“Anything I can do to help? I may not be the wisest fella, but I’ve been told I am rather good at cheering people up.” He offers you a comforting smile, which somehow warms you from the inside out.

"You’re cute Harry you know that," You say teasingly.

Harry feels himself blushing at the compliment, and then grins at you.

“Well, thanks? I’d like to think that I have my charm moments,” he says in a playful tone.

He then smiles at you, “but honestly? I think you’re the cute one.”

You roll your eyes playfully at his comment, "What brings you here, Harry?"

“I could do with a chat and a good butterbeer,” Harry says and smiles warmly at you. He also happens to think you look really great tonight and is very tempted to say so, but decides against it for now.

“What are you doing in Diagon Alley, if you don’t mind me asking. I don’t really recognise this as your usual hangout place.”

"Oh, I'm just doing my yearly school shop."

Harry nods along and makes a little “Mm-hm” sound.

“Did you manage to get all the supplies you need?” He asks with a curious expression. “Not like a certain someone who’s a chronic procrastinator who would rather goof off than get his supply list finished…” He says with a joking smirk and nudging your shoulder with his.

"Yup, I've got everything, Mr Procrastinator ," You tease.

Harry laughs lightly. “I was talking about myself, you know,” he says with a smile, “but you knew that.” He says with a grin and nudges your shoulder once more. “I’m glad to hear you managed to get everything you need, though. I wouldn’t want you to be underprepared the day for the school year starts.”

He tilts his head at you, “So… how are you liking your holiday so far?” He asks, wanting to know how your time off from Hogwarts has been treating you.

"Actually to tell you the truth it's been quite hard, I'm just scared for them to end because then we would be back at hogwarts and.....you know.....that's where the battle happened and I'm worried I'll just see the bodies of our loved ones, and death eaters!" You give a shudder.

Harry looks worried and reaches to grab your hand to offer you comfort as you speak.

“I… I completely understand,” he says quietly and then sighs a little bit.

“Unfortunately I can’t exactly promise you nothing bad will happen. Death Eaters are ruthless, and I can’t make any guarantees. However…” he gives you a soft smile, “I can promise we’ll be there for each other. We’re in this together.”

He squeezes your hand a little.

“You have my word. And you have me.”

You give him a smile, "Thanks, Harry, you are a good person, you know."

Harry blushes at your kind words.

“Well… I try to be,” he says as he smiles at you. He then clears his throat and attempts to shift the conversation into a slightly lighter tone.

“So if you could do anything you wanted right now, what would you do?” He asks playfully. “You can ask for the moon and stars. The sky is the limit. It’s your wish, whatever it is.” He says with a grin.

You think for a moment and then decide what you wish for.

"I think I'd like to be in my house with some hot chocolate and a blanket, maybe watch a movie."

Harry nods. “Sounds perfect. What movie would you like to watch?” He asks curiously.

“And you can have all the hot chocolate you’d like. I’ll whip you up a batch.” He adds with a warm smile.

You blush, did he truly mean that?

"You want to go home with me and do that?" You ask, blushing.

Harry blushes and looks at you for a moment. “I…” he trails off for a second, blushing even more as his eyes look you up and down, taking you in.

“Yeah, I think I would.” He smiles back at you. “It would be nice.”

You smile at him, feeling a little bit shy, "Ok, let's go to my house, I'll apparate us there."

“Alright, lead the way,” Harry says with a warm smile and stands up to follow after you.

He pauses for a second before asking quietly, “Would it be okay if I held your hand?” He asks sincerely. “I just want to know what you're comfortable with.”

you love how sensitive Harry is with what you are comfortable with, "of course, cutie!"

Harry smiles at you and blushes at that adorable nickname you gave him.

“Thank you,” he says quietly, and as he holds your hand, he feels this sense of rightness within him, and the realization that you and him have a connection that goes deeper than just friends. That this is something special.

He laces his fingers with yours as he walks along with you. “So have you got any cute roommates I should know about?” He asks with a teasing twinkle in his eyes.

"You'll see," you laugh, apparating yourselves into your home.

Your home is amazing. It’s the definition of cosy. Just like you described, there’s a blanket on the couch and hot chocolate steaming away on the kitchen counter. It really is the perfect place to relax and watch a movie.

“This is nice,” Harry says with a content sigh and then takes a seat on the couch, putting his arm around you in an affectionate motion. “I’m really glad you brought me here.” He smiles kindly at you.

you give a small smile and plop right down next to him on the couch, waiting for him to choose a movie to watch, when your cat comes to see who is sitting on their favourite napping place

"Harry, meet my cute roommate flutter," you tease gesturing towards the fluffy cat.

Harry smiles and picks up your cat, giving it a few scritches and pats.

“Hello, Flutter,” he says in a soft and gentle voice. “Very cute roommates you’ve got!” He says as he giggles and sets his kitty friend down next to you at the end of the couch.

Harry looks through the collection of DVDs at your coffee table and ends up picking out a movie called “The Breakfast Club.”

“Do you want to watch this? I quite liked it when I was younger.”

"Sure!" Leaning your head against his shoulder, getting yourself into a comfy position on the lumpy couch.

Harry blushes a little more at the way you melt into his body, and smiles softly as he feels you pull closer.

“Are you comfortable?” He asks you and looks down at you with a look of pure concern and caringness. “If you want the remote, I can grab it for you.” He offers as the title menu starts loading.

"No, cutie, I'm perfectly content," you say.

Harry’s cheeks keep growing red as he hears that adorable nickname again, but the heat he feels in his face is completely justified now and comes from something more than just being warm. It’s from pure affection and fondness.

“That’s good,” he says quietly, and kisses you on the cheek as the movie starts playing. His lips softly press against your skin, and his touch is light, careful, but there’s a little bit of pressure too, enough for you to know that he means it, and that this is no casual peck.

"Harry...... can I ask you?" Something you aren't sure if the question is appropriate or if your anxiety is acting up.

Harry looks at you with an expression of concern, and then nods at you.

“Of course you can, anything,” he says, and his tone is empathetic and compassionate. “What’s on your mind?” He asks earnestly, and his expression is warm, inviting, and soft. It makes you want to tell him anything you want to get off your chest when you look at him because you just know that he would handle your feelings responsibly and carefully.

"Are you still seeing Ginny?" You really hoped he wasn't because she had been harbouring a crush on him forever, and now has he been showing you some affectionate signs.

Harry looks at you, and it’s as if the rest of the world just falls away when you look into his eyes. They’re warm, kind and thoughtful, and the moment you see them, your heart skips a beat and you feel that familiar feeling of butterflies in your stomach, the one that’s just for him.

It’s like you’re in your own little world with him. No one else exists.

He takes a moment to collect his thoughts and consider what you asked.

“No,” he says quietly, “I’m not seeing Ginny.”

"Oh....." relief floods through you.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Harry says with a gentle smile at you. “I like you, you know that. And nobody else is going to steal my attention or affections.” He says with absolute sincerity and truthfulness. He leans in to kiss you lightly on the forehead.

“You’re my main priority.” He says as he pulls back after the kiss, looking down at you with an adoring and fond expression.

"Harry Potter, you make me the happiest person in the world!" You say genuinely.

Harry sighs softly and smiles at you.

“You make me the happiest person in the world, y’know?” He says while nodding, “so it’s only fitting that the feeling is mutual,” he adds, his tone soft and tender.

There’s something about you that just… makes him want to shower you with all the love he has in him. It’s that deep sense of being special to one another that he’s never felt before.

"I'd like to start seeing you when we go back to school, Harry." You say wanting to have something more with Harry.

Harry’s eyes light up and he nods. “That’s… definitely something I’d like as well,” he says with a warm and genuine smile on his face.

“You’re an amazing person. I feel like we have something very special here and… honestly, I’d like to see where this goes.” He says softly, placing a hand on your cheek and looking into your eyes. His gentle touch sends a thrill of excitement throughout your heart and makes you feel giddy with happiness.

You smile, pressing a soft peck to his lips.

Harry blushes and his heart skips a beat at your kiss. It’s the perfect blend of cute and flirty.

“Mmm…” he mumbles softly and blushes even more. “That felt really nice, y’know?”

He leans in and kisses you again, this time just a little bit more deeply than last time. For the first time, a trace of his tongue moves to meet yours, slowly, with no rush or pressure to the moment. As you pull back, you see Harry’s face is all glowing red still, and his expression is one of pure joy.

"I love you, Harry," you say your heart had never been this full of happiness before.

Harry’s lips part as you say that in a breath of surprise. His eyes are wide as he looks at you, and for a moment, he just stares in disbelief.

“I…I-I…” he stammers out, his voice breaking as his chest flutters with an overwhelming sense of emotions. “I love you too!” He says in a soft whisper, and tears stream down his cheeks as he realizes just how much that statement means to him. He leans in to pull you in for an all-consuming kiss.

The End

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[sailtomarina]

HBD, Harry!

Maybe if he pretended today was like any other day, nobody would remember that it was Harry Potter’s birthday.

Once upon a time, nothing would have made him happier than acknowledgement of his day of birth, much less these several past years of celebration. It had all started with Hagrid’s cake and a curly pig tail, and now? Now, Harry was well into his 30s. The time for rejoicing in turning one year older was over. 

Just this past month he’d finished training the next line of aurors, kids straight out of their N.E.W.T.s and over eager to catch the baddies and get their names in the limelight. He’d put them through their paces, made them almost wish they’d never been born. He could still run laps around young adults twenty years his junior. They only wished they could land a single hex on the Head Auror. 

That still didn’t stop him from realizing that it had been years since he last beat his personal bests. He could glare at his Nimbus 5000 all he wanted—the broom still couldn’t catch his decade-old record. Harry had carved the downward turn of his graph of marathon times into his heart. There was no question about it.

He was getting old.

So forget about the cake, forget about the candles and sparklers. Forget about a special dinner. He’d take Ginny out the next weekend, somewhere poncy, somewhere she’d get to wear some sinful, body-hugging excuse of a dress.

He should’ve known better than to expect her to forget. He should’ve stolen one of Hermione’s latest Time Turners, or maybe jumped straight from bed into his invisibility cloak.

The second he walked into the kitchen for his morning coffee before work, Ginny pounced.

“Hey there, birthday boy.” She snagged him in her arms and shoved him against the counter.

“Ginny, wait—”

Any protests were silenced by a swift yank on his tie, another hand in his still unruly hair—thank goodness he’d never have to worry about balding—and the complete ownership of his lips by one Mrs. Potter.

How could he do anything but submit? Of course he’d wrap his arms around her and her still fit form.

“I made reservations for Tito’s,” she bit out breathlessly, hands now yanking at the buttons of his shirt. 

“Love, I’d rather stay home—” He choked as she twisted a nipple and grinned up at him.

“We can come home after and stay in bed for however long you’d like.” She peppered his chest with kisses, moving steadily downward.

“It’s not that, it’s just…Gin!”

He yanked her up the moment she reached for his belt, and nearly laughed at the look on her face, a mixture of someone having stolen the last pudding and the sight of an open shot to the goalpost.

“What?”

“Can we not celebrate my getting older this year? We can go to Tito’s this weekend instead and celebrate, I dunno, your next big scoop.”

Oh, he did not like the smirk on her lips.

“Are you…having a midlife crisis?”

“No!”

“Because Harry, you know witches and wizards live a lot longer than muggles, right? We’re not even middle aged.”

“I know that.”

“Then why the sudden hesitation?”

He could barely think with the way her fingers brushed up and down his torso. “I’m not old, but I’m not young. I haven’t beaten my own times in years. We have three kids now. I sit behind a desk more than go out into the field.”

Ginny snorted before running her eyes down his body, licking her lips at the sight. “Babe, do you even realize why you’re not getting faster?”

“Why?” He dared her to say it. That he was fat, that he was slow. As ridiculous as the desire was for her to state the ugly truths, he needed someone else to point them out.

She lay her hands flat against his stomach with a predatory smile. “You didn’t have these when you were a seeker, not even in the first few years as an auror.” She pressed down on his abs, making him flex in reaction.

That did make sense. He was several stone heavier now than he was as a new recruit, so of course he’d be slower. He wasn’t a bodybuilder, or anything like that, but there was a weight to his movements now, one that he’d unconsciously adapted to in combat and mock quidditch matches.

“So no more of this birthday-less nonsense, okay? I want to celebrate my husband’s special day…starting right now.”

She resumed her descent and there were no further protests. Harry’s mind blissed out over the next couple of hours, and nobody batted an eyelash when he waltzed into the Auror Department late. It was his birthday, after all.

WC 797 Might this be my first ever Hinny? I think it is, other than when I've referred to them in Dramione pieces. Either way, happy birthday, Harry!

#harry potter fanfiction #hinny #harry x ginny #harry potter x ginny weasley #harry potter #ginny weasley

[gryffindormischief]

Gamesome

A/N: Shorty something for Fresh Pickled Toad!

Also on Ao3 :) [log in required]

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“Oi! Potter! Elbows in.”

Harry startles and nearly drops the broom clenched between his thighs, but he complies with the barked order. He fights the urge to swipe at the sweat working its way down his face in salty rivulets. “Yes Captain.”

A scoff sounds from somewhere over his shoulder, but no more instructions are leveled his way so it feels like a win and he tosses the weighted quaffle directly from his chest to Lee who winks and throws it right back. Captains with brooms up their arses are a staple in quidditch.

“Alright, drop ‘em!”

Groans sound from around the pitch as the rag tag bunch sinks down toward the grass. They all start lurching toward the locker rooms like a hulking mass of undead witches and wizards, rather than a team of wizarding ‘celebrities’ who’ve played quidditch on some level at some point in their lives.

Lee comes up alongside Harry and claps a hand on his shoulder, the other holding a practice quaffle against his hip. “Rough one eh? It’s like she forgot that I hold the people in the palm of my hand.”

Harry snorts and drags his arm across his forehead.

“Don’t guffaw, I have their ear! I can make or break anyone on this field. I am beloved by the public.”

“Not arguing the point, Lee. You’re nothing if not capable of self-promotion,” Harry laughs, ducking away when Lee takes a swipe at him, “My point is, today made it pretty clear that she can make or break anyone on this field in a much more painful, physical way.”

“You have no vision, Potter.”

“He’s just smarter than you, Jordan,” a new voice joins the conversation and even underneath the smell of grass and sweat and fresh paint around the stadium, he gets a whiff of her flowery scent.

Lee stiffens, comedically ‘at attention’ as he twists to face Ginny. “Captain.”

“Jordan?” Ginny eyes him head to toe and back.

“Yes?”

Quicker than should be possible, she darts forward, grabs the quaffle, and tosses it in the opposite direction from the changing rooms with all the force a professional player can pack.

“You suck.”

Ginny snorts, “Do I hear a request for bleacher runs tomorrow?”

Lee jogs off toward the quaffle, chuckling as he calls over his shoulder, “Drunk with power doesn’t look good on you, Weasley.”

Ginny flips him off while Harry murmurs, “I dunno, it seems pretty hot to me.”

“I know it does,” Ginny winks and throws her arm around Harry’s neck. “The second most motivating factor in today’s practice.”

“Captaining the winning team at a charity tournament is clearly the first,” Harry says, voice weighty with sarcasm as they pause at the entrance to the lockers.

“Obviously,” Ginny agrees, eyeing him up and down in a much more lingering fashion than with Lee, “But I’ll see you for a one-on-one cool down.”

#blarg writes things #blarg writes fresh pickled toad #hinny #harry x ginny #Harry Potter x ginny weasley #hinny fic #fic #fresh pickled toad #lee jordan #lee

[merlinsbudgiesmugglers]

Staff Meeting

@fluffbruary Day 4: Daydream

Harry gets distracted during a staff meeting

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Most people would think that Ginny’s hair was just red, but Harry knew better. Yes, it was a bright copper that shone in the sunlight, but up close there were strands of gold and of chocolate brown, all weaving together to create something that was so uniquely Ginny.

He loved when she pulled it back into a braid for quidditch, and even more when it came loose as they played, whipping around her face in the wind.

It was so soft, slipping through Harry's fingers while he helped her pull out leaves that had gotten tangled in the strands when one of their afternoon walks through the orchard had ended up as so much more. He loved burying his hands in her hair while he kissed her, the way it fanned out across her pillow at night while he worshipped her, making her moan and sigh in ways that drove him mad with want.

Maybe, if he was lucky–

‘Are we interrupting your daydream, Potter?’

The entire Auror department turned as one to look at Harry, who did his best not to shrink in his seat.

‘Sorry, boss.’ He said sheepishly to the frowning Auror Robards, who continued the staff meeting after a seemingly endless silence.

Tomorrow’s trip to Hogsmeade, and the chance to see Ginny for the first time in months, couldn’t come soon enough.

#fluffbruary #hinny #harry potter x ginny weasley #harry potter #ginny weasley

[kiinghanalister]

headcanon that when Voldemort dropped dead in the great hall in DH, instead of cheers, it was met with shocked silence, no one moving an inch in fear it wasn’t true

breaking the silence is the footsteps of Ginny Weasley stepping through the crowd, around her family, and to the body of Voldemort

with forced concentration to avoid shakiness and to keep alert, her wand clenched in one hand as the other reaches forward to the still body

feeling no pulse and no breath, Ginny stands and meets Harry’s eyes across the room, a smile breaking across both their faces in sheer disbelief and happiness

it’s only at this confirmation that the room fills with shouts of joy and pops of apparition

it’s over

#i don’t remember if this scene was included in dh but it’s my headcanon now idc #hp headcanon #hp #harry potter #hinny #harry potter x ginny weasley #liz does things

[prismolovesfanfiction]

i like to headcanon that after the Horcrux left him Harry was no longer interested in Ginny

his infatuation just stemmed from Ginny kind of having been a part of Voldemort's soul too.

so she was more Voldemort's infatuation

#tomarry #hinny #hinny headcanon #hinny fanfic #married hinny #harry X ginny #Harry Potter x Ginny Weasley #Ginny Weasley #ginny x harry #Harry Potter #harry potter headcanon #hp headcanon #tom riddle #voldemort #harry potter movies #harry potter books #HP Fandom #potterhead #drarry #snarry

[unholyobsessions]

If there are no harry and ginny fans then i am dead

#denise thoughts #harry x ginny #harry potter #ginny weasley #harry potter x ginny weasley

[randomguyonline71]

Rewatching CoS and baby-Hinny is beyond cute!

LOOK AT THEM!!!!!!!!!!

#hinny #hinny in cos #baby-hinny #harry potter x ginny weasley #chamber of secrets #harry potter #ginny weasley #not the best picture but they wouldn't look at the camera at the same time

[sachsoup]

one of my favourite pairings are blonde/redhead x dark-haired for some odd reason

#wednesday x enid #wenclair #hinny #harry potter x ginny weasley #harry x ginny #barbie x raquelle #barbie #raquelle barbie #huntlow #hunter x willow #drarry #harry x draco

[karmaspidr]

All salute to Ginny Weasly, who married her celebrity crush.

#harry potter incorrect quotes #harry potter #harry x ginny #ginny weasley #hinny incorrect quotes #hinny #harry potter x ginny weasley #incorrect quotes

[feet010]

Editing is fun

#fred weasly x reader #harry potter x reader #hp fandom #hp fanfic #hp x reader #harry potter x draco malfoy #harry potter x ginny weasley #george wealsey x reader #ron weasly imagine #ron weasly x reader #hermione granger #draco malfoy #draco x you #draco x reader #fred weasley #fred weasely x y/n #draco x y/n

[siriuslyprincesssarah]

Enchanted now updated!

In a shocking turn of events, Ron proposes in front of his whole family and what does Hermione say? What is his motives behind the proposal and why does it only drive her closer to Harry? She is going to have to be in therapy after this one.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52472776/chapters/132745426

FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14310031/1/Enchanted

#harry and hermione #harry potter fanfic #ron x hermione #hp harmony #harry potter series #harry x hermione #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #harmony #hermione granger #harry potter x ginny weasley

[sailtomarina]

Let me take a picture

This totally ran away from me and turned from a microfic into 1500ish words. Draco and muggle technology is just too good.

Hermione could feel someone’s eyes on her again.

Every time she swung around to look, nobody was there. If she hadn’t already known Harry was out on holiday she would’ve suspected invisibility cloak foul play, and Ron was too busy these days juggling shop duties with fatherhood. Despite her biggest suspicions falling through, she knew she wasn’t imagining things. Her instincts had almost never failed her since their ridiculous school years and she knew better than to doubt them now.

The question then was how to catch her stalker in the act.

Feigning ignorance, she nonchalantly stood from the table where her pure blood law research piled high and pretended to search for more tomes in the manor’s library. She pulled down loosely related books and tapped them to magically appear at her table, working herself deeper into the stacks towards an alcove in the back where one of her favorite reading chairs sat. It was criminal, really, how soft its cushions were. Library seating should retain a certain level of discomfort to ensure occupants stay focused. This chair welcomed her as readily as her bed, and she spent more time napping in it than any kind of reading.

Curling up under the throw blanket left over from her last visit, she yawned and snuggled down into a position facing the only entry point before closing her eyes. It was time to test the spell she had discovered just yesterday.

“Oculus secreto,” she whispered.

Instantly, the blackness unfurled like a curtain allowing her to see just as clearly as if her eyes were open. The only hint that her spell had worked as intended was the faint gold shimmer across the entire surface. Hermione willed her body to relax, slowing and evening out her breaths into a convincing semblance of slumber. It didn’t take long for her trap to spring shut.

A body turned the corner of the far shelf and silently walked in her direction. She knew that confident stride. It took every bit of her willpower to keep up the facade when the figure came into full view.

Draco Malfoy, Lord of this very manor. Husband. Voyeur.

He tilted his head, checking her body for any sign of awareness. A slow smirk spread across his face and he knelt close in front of her. What he did next defied all of Hermione’s expectations.

He pulled out his cellphone, the same iPhone she had gifted him last Christmas and that he claimed to loathe, and lined it up in what was undeniably landscape mode.

Eyes snapping open and hand darting out to grasp the startled man’s wrist, Hermione leveled him with a smile designed to send her most hated enemies screaming in the opposite direction. This was the woman who cursed Marietta Edgecombe and imprisoned Rita Skeeter. This was the woman who dared the Wizengamot to disagree with her vehement defense of Narcissa and Draco’s involvement in the war, along with others under similar duress. This was the woman currently rooting out every antiquated pure blood law under the sun to burn them into ashes.

“Draco, honey, what do you think you’re doing?”

If only his friends could see him now, quailing under his wife’s eye. “I just wanted to uh…to take a picture.”

“And have you been doing that often?”

Good Godric, he was adorable in his panic. She could see his heavy swallow as he searched for an answer. 

“Nooo?”

For a man so practiced in both occlumency and legilimency, he left all walls completely down in her presence.

“Show me.” She let go of him and held her hand palm up, brow raised in expectation.

He sank down to sit more comfortably on the floor at her feet and swipe his fingers across the screen. Hermione narrowed her eyes once more at his familiarity with the device. Last time she checked, he seemed to not even know which end was up, much less how to actually use it.

He took a deep breath before surrendering his phone for inspection. What she saw once again shocked her speechless.

Draco Malfoy had an Instagram account. Draco Malfoy used Insta.

Not only did he use his real name, but his profile included the blurb, “Snapshots worth remembering.” His feed consisted almost completely of shots of her laughing, reading, frowning, and sleeping. Overhead food pics and macro shots of flowers from their gardens sprinkled the collection of images. He even made sure to include a similar filter over everything so one picture seamlessly scrolled to the next.

“Please say something.” Her eyes darted up to meet his anxious ones, an uncertain cast to his features that very few people would ever see.

Lowering her gaze back down and continuing to scroll through what was admittedly a tasteful array of photos, she carefully considered her reply.

“You have an eye for photography.” Meeting his eyes once more, she assured him with a small smile and cupped his cheek with her hand, thumb brushing his lips. “Though I wish you had told me earlier. I thought someone was following me.”

He nodded sheepishly. “I find I enjoy candid shots the most. The challenge of capturing an emotion in real time gives me immense pleasure. I’m sorry. I should have asked your permission first, especially knowing how much you hate publicity.”

She smirked in response. After all the hell she raised about Skeeter’s “journalism,” reporters knew now to double and triple check sources before daring to write about Hermione. She tapped to return to the top of his feed and noticed the lock icon.

“Yes, you should have asked first. Though I do appreciate that your account is set to private. I guess that’s why I never noticed you as a possible mutual before.”

“Potter helped set it all up exactly as I wanted, and….I admit these phones are brilliant.” The beautiful man was now running his hand nervously through his hair, mussing it up just how she liked. “I…may have set my mum with another phone so she could take her own flower pictures.”

Hermione barked out a laugh at the idea of Narcissa handling the tool like an explosive while surrounded by blooming roses. “I take it she’s one of your 3 followers?”

“You are correct.”

“And the other two?”

“Potter…Weaslette.” He winced as she smacked him on the arm.

“Harry I can understand, but Ginny? You told Ginny before telling me?”

“They’re husband and wife! What did you expect him to do? You know he sucks at hiding anything from her.” He tilted his head as Hermione suddenly sat up and fished around in her pockets for her own phone.

“You will friend me this instant.”

His eyes crinkled up in the most adorable way when he smiled.

“Let me take a picture.”

“I thought you only do candid shots.”

“Usually, yes, but this is a special occasion. My wife wants to friend me.”

Giggling, Hermione tugged him into the chair with her, positioning herself onto his lap and wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

With all the expertise of a selfie veteran, Draco positioned the phone and pressed a reverent kiss to her cheek. The click was, of course, silenced as it captured the moment of marital bliss.

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“Oh, gag me, they are insufferably cute.”

Harry propped his head over his witch’s shoulder to see what captured her attention. A selfie of Draco and Hermione displayed itself like some kind of professional photograph with the following caption: “001: Sunday afternoon kiss in the library.”

“Did he photoshop this? The man has no pores!” Ginny zoomed in on his face, appalled at the absence of any blemishes.

“Looks like she knows now. His follower count is up to 4.”

“What did she do to him? He even set it as his profile picture!” Shaking her head in amazement, the redhead dropped her hand and leaned back to kiss her own prat on the cheek. “Tell me we aren’t that barmy.”

“I think it’s romantic.” Harry grinned as she rolled her eyes.

“You would.”

“His title even implies he’ll take hundreds more like this.”

“How does he even know how to take a selfie? I swear this is the first one he’s posted.”

Pausing to consider her question, Harry smirked when the realization hit him. “Do you seriously think he doesn’t have a million Malfoy selfies on his phone? Just because he hasn’t posted them doesn’t mean they don’t exist.”

A gleam in her eye revealing her relation to the infamous Weasley twins, Ginny excitedly started furiously swiping at her phone.

“…Ginny? What are you doing?”

“I’m creating a private novelty account. When we get back home, you will offer to update Draco’s phone and transfer his selfies to me.”

“Do I even want to know?” He shuddered at the look of pure glee on her face.

“Draco unmasked. A selfie a day keeps poverty at bay.”

“Babe. No.”

“Babe. YES. The snakes will love it.”

He walked away shaking his head at the cackling behind him. Why couldn’t she have reacted by taking their own selfie? As more time passed, the more he related to Malfoy. Their wives were menaces.

He pulled out his phone to text him.

New app out I think you’ll like. When we get back I’ll show you how to use it.

The things we do for love.

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New Story! FFN and AO3

Harry isn't one to keep secrets, unless he knows that the secret is worth keeping for a few days. And when it comes to surprising Ginny and Teddy, it's usually worth it. A Muggle AU Hinny fluffy one-shot.

My wonderful friend @thisismegz had a big celebration last month and on the one month anniversary of that event, I'm dropping this little gem of domestic AU Hinny bliss. Congratulations, darling! May happiness follow you all your life!

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Ginny gasped as Harry opened the door and pulled her against him, claiming her lips with his own.

"This is your fault." She sighed as she kissed along his jaw.

"I couldn't wait anymore." He pressed her against the door to close it. "I told you as much. However, I didn't think about the fact that you would still be leaving in the morning for two away games in a row. But now that you're home-"

"Ginny!"

Harry chuckled and pulled away to scoop Teddy up in his arms.

"Hi, Teddy!" Ginny promptly took Harry's godson from him. "How are you?"

"Good! I got up early and talked with Mummy and Daddy!"

"And are they finding lots of dinosaur bones for you?"

"Daddy says they aren't digging that deep but Uncle Harry says we'll go to the museum and I can dig up the ones there."

"Oh that does sound fun. Do I get to come too?"

"Yes!" Teddy kissed her cheek. "Uncle Harry takes us to the cafe with the yummy brownies when you come."

"Then I think I must come so you can have your brownie." Ginny kissed Teddy back.

"Uncle Sirius and Aunt Marlene might join us for that by the way." Harry tickled Teddy's side. "Marlene has a meeting at the museum this afternoon."

"Are we going today then?"

"I thought it would be a good way to celebrate after we tell him."

"You haven't told him?"

"Told me what?"

"You told your parents right? Because I called mine the next morning from the airport."

"I told my mum and dad but asked them to let me tell everyone else." Harry casually checked his phone as he leant against the wall.

"Tell me what?"

"Why on earth would you wait? Harry, it's been nearly two weeks!"

Teddy pulled her face into his little hands and pressed his forehead against hers. "Tell me what!"

Ginny laughed and kissed Teddy's nose. "Harry asked me to marry him Teddy, and I said yes."

Teddy cheered and threw his little arms around her neck. "Yes! Now you'll be my Aunt Ginny and you'll be here whenever I come to stay with Uncle Harry and we'll always get brownies after the museum!"

Ginny turned to Harry who had his phone pointing at her and Teddy. "Are you recording this?"

"That's why I waited to tell him." He smiled back at her. "A kid ought to have something to remember from when his godfather gave him a godmother."

"I don't think it works that way." Ginny wiped at the tears trying to fill her eyes.

"We'll make it work that way. Now, Teddy, should we take your new godmother to the museum?"

"Yes! I'll get my shoes." He shimmied until Ginny put him down and then went running for his room at Harry's until his parents returned from their dig.

Harry wrapped his arms around her and kissed her soundly. "I love you."

"I love you too." She melted as he kissed behind her ear. "Do Sirius and Marlene know? Or Remus and Tonks?"

Harry chuckled, "Yes, everyone knew but Ted."

"So all of this was to rile me up?"

"You're cute when you're miffed." He brought his lips back to hers. "Besides, you can't tell me that wasn't the best way to tell Teddy."

"I'm in for it aren't I?" Ginny laughed and wondered if they might be able to tire Teddy out enough to get him to take a nap this afternoon.

"Nah, only when we have big things to announce."

"Then heaven save me when we have our first kid."

Harry laughed and kissed her. "Don't worry, I'll behave myself when we reach that point."

"I'm ready!" Teddy came barreling into the entryway. "Let's go!"

"Just let me grab my keys." Harry kissed her once more before moving for his keys.

"Ginny?" Teddy took her hand.

"Yes, love?"

"Can I call you Aunt Ginny or do I have to wait until you and Uncle Harry are married?"

Ginny swallowed the little lump of emotion that climbed up her throat. "You can call me Aunt Ginny now."

Teddy wrapped his arms around her legs and held on tight. "I love you, Aunt Ginny!"

Harry smiled at her from the corridor and Ginny laughed as a single tear escaped down her cheek. "I love you too, Teddy."

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