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thedistantdusk · 3 years
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For the Hinny Christmas Fest, so kindly organized by @fightfortherightsofhouseelves​! Got this one in just under the wire! :D Thanks to @floreatcastellumposts​ and @kmi-kmi​ for giving it a look over for me! Rated a soft T for references to sex. On AO3. 
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Molly Weasley is a lot of things. But she’s not an idiot. 
Even if she hadn’t once been a teen in the throes of a serious relationship on the heels of a war (which, incidentally, she was), she did raise seven children. Seven Gryffindor children. Seven Gryffindor children who, by default, have each thought themselves far more competent at sneaking around than they truly are.
As such, she’s fairly certain of when Harry and Ginny became... intimate... this summer. Not that she wants the details. Her interest is limited to ensuring that her daughter — that all of her children, Harry and Hermione most definitely included — are well-informed on the inherent risks of what they’re doing. The knowledge of their intimacy was just one of those things that even the most oblivious of parents would have found impossible to ignore. In the span of two days, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny went from “taking long walks in the garden” to feigning yawns and calling it an early night at 7 PM. Besides, Ron and Hermione had already been to Australia by themselves; only a moron would truly believe their nights were strictly filled with knitting caps for house elves. 
And as has been said before, Molly is a lot of things... but she’s not a bloody idiot. She knows some might expect her to maintain a puritanical stance on sex (as if she hadn’t birthed seven children of her own). She knows some might have disagreed with her stance on letting things unfold as they did. But as she’s learned over the past year, happiness — true happiness — is hard to find. 
After months of thinking she’d never see happiness on her children’s faces again, she first spotted it in Ginny’s eyes last May. Back then, it was a creeping, hesitant sort of look... the type that dipped its toes in the waters of joy for a split-second before retreating like a frightened doe. 
But as the weeks progress, she sees it more and more often — and not just in Ginny’s eyes. She sees happiness in the lazy quirk of Harry’s lips as Ginny takes his hand beneath the table. She sees it in the bobbing of Ron’s Adam’s Apple as Hermione descends the stairs in a sundress. She sees it in the way Hermione let a sandal dangle from her toe as she tilts her chin towards the sun.
By now, the four of them have coupled up properly, just as she suspected they would. It was in equal parts charming and bittersweet, but Molly knows better than anyone that there’s nothing quite like a war to rearrange one’s priorities. 
And when she considers all of that, plus the fact that certain fractals of darkness will never truly leave them (just as they’ll never truly leave her)... who would she have been, really, to snatch such joy away?
So, yes, Molly spends the summer fully aware they’re intimate beneath her roof. But after the plague of chaos and confusion and uncertainty and fear that followed their family for close to a year, she honestly prefers them beneath her roof then in a tent somewhere, filled with cat piss and loneliness. 
However — and Molly admits this part makes her a bit cheeky — she does enjoy the unnecessary pageantry they go to over the summer to conceal what they’re doing. The four of them actually think they’re good at hiding it, even as Harry rakes his eyes over Ginny’s... erm... back. Even as she Hermione parades around the kitchen in Ron’s old jumper. Even as she hears, each night, as Ginny’s feet land in the attic as Ron’s land in Ginny’s room. Alas, the whole thing is too hilarious and contrived for her to spoil, so she simply doesn’t. 
But then the girls return to school after a summer that’s both agonizingly long and tenderly fleeting. Harry and Ron find a flat together and enter training. What remains of their lives returns to normal, even though Molly feels she’ll always be picking up the piece of a puzzle that can’t be solved. 
She keeps herself busy as fall turns to winter, though. She volunteers with Ministry relief efforts. She writes to Ginny often. She makes an effort to try harder with Fleur, to rebuild her relationship with Percy, to assist George if she can, to stay close with her husband. She knows her life will forever be separated into two parts: before and after. She knows that the remainder of her days will contain a deep-seated longing that tinges her world with shades of gray. This is a unique type of pain, she knows… the sort of pain only a mother can feel. The sort of pain that takes her breath away if she lets it. 
But she also knows the best way to keep moving is to maintain the traditions that made them a family in the first place. 
So she sticks to holiday routines as Christmas approaches. Waking early. Cleaning the house. Decorating with tinsel and paper chains. Preparing for everyone’s arrival. Christmas will never be the same… not without him. But if only for George’s sake, Molly knows she needs to try. 
She suggests that Harry spend the night on Christmas Eve, just so he isn’t alone; she assumes (correctly) that they haven’t quite got the nerve to ask if Ginny can spend the night at the flat instead. By now, Harry is essentially an overnight Christmas fixture anyway; even when they do get up the nerve to ask, Molly expects he’ll continue to stay over. Or so she hopes so, anyway. The alternative still makes her feel a bit broken, but she’ll cross that bridge when it comes. 
So when Harry, Ron, and Ginny head upstairs after a night of festivities on Christmas Eve, Molly assumes they’ll be back to their old tricks. Hermione’s spending the night with her parents, but it wouldn’t be the least bit surprising if she apparates in. After all, they think they’ve got a foolproof plan that’ll last through everyone’s departure from school. Announcing she’s been aware of this plan the whole time would only spoil things… and Molly doesn’t want to be the bearer of bad news. Not this year. 
After a half-sleepless night, Molly rises early on Christmas Day. She continues to stick to routines, to never deviate from what she can control; today is a day that could be especially miserable, if she lets it. So when she emerges from the toilet at half past seven, she doesn’t expect to see anyone in the cold, dark corridor. From the amount everyone drank last night, she assumed their switching-bedrooms routine would be pushed back, just a bit. 
Then again, it’s not just anyone she sees in the corridor, his foot poised on the step leading to the attic. 
It’s Harry. 
Sleep-tousled, disheveled Harry — and as much as it makes her cringe to admit, he does look… more relaxed. 
At least until they make eye contact. 
For the life of her, Molly’s never seen anyone transform so quickly from chuffed to terrified. Any hint of relaxation slides from his face, his back going rigid. Harry freezes, stock-still, his white-socked foot still poised on the step, his eyes filled with the sort of blinding terror she hasn’t seen in seven months. If it weren’t for that, really, she’d find the whole thing humorous. But seeing as how she’d rather not see that look on his face again, she opts to take pity on him. 
After a bit of gentle prodding, that is. 
“Harry, dear,” Molly says softly; she’s certain Ginny’s still asleep, but it’s best not to chance it. “Wherever are you going so early in the morning?”
Harry swallows and awkwardly moves his jaw like he’s forgotten how to speak. “I’m, erm,” he starts, his voice torn between graveled with sleep and high-pitched with terror. “I’m… going to the toilet?”
Molly can’t help the smirk that crawls to her lips as she nods to her left. “You’ve just missed it, dear.”
Shit. 
Harry doesn’t say the word, but it’s written across his face, plain as day. He shifts his weight, his face blanching even more; she can almost see the wheels spin in his head as he thinks of another excuse. 
“I’ve… erm. Sleepwalked?” 
Molly’s smirk broadens to a full-on grin as she crosses her arms over her chest. Is that how he’s going to play it? In that case, she’ll keep up the ruse, too. 
“Oh? What an unfortunate affliction!” she exclaims, hoping she’s masking her amusement with feigned concern. “You’ll need to see a healer, Harry. How have you managed to make it down such steep steps in the first place? It’s remarkable you’ve stayed safe so far! In future, I really think—“
But when Harry cuts her off, it’s not with another excuse; it’s with a remark that’s hasty and blurted, but ringing with truth. He just blinks, sets his jaw, and gives her with an expression so endearing, so honest, that it makes her entire Christmas. 
“—I’m going to marry her, Mrs. Weasley,” he interrupts, removing his foot from the step as he turns to face her… and right in front of her face, the hollow fear in his eyes fades into sharp nobility. 
He draws a deep breath, running his hand through his hair, even as Molly’s head spins, even as her heart leaps to her throat, even as his words breathe more life into her soul than she’s felt in months. 
“So I’m sorry if this”— he gestures to Ginny’s room— “is weird. Really, I am. But please, believe me when I say I’ll do the right—”
But Molly has no idea if he says another word. She’s even too taken aback to correct him on the Mrs. Weasley bit. Because she can’t stand another bloody second of Harry having to justify himself… not when she’s thrilled that he’s in her life. That he’s in Ginny’s life. That he’s saved their lives. 
Not when he’s just confirmed what she’s always hoped and dreamed for: that he would truly, properly join their family. 
She’s not even aware of her feet running towards him, of the delighted squeal from her mouth as tears of joy stream down her face. All she feels is Harry relaxing against her shoulder, his arm awkwardly patting her on the back, even as she continues to jump and shriek.
“Not erm… anytime too soon?” he manages, through her hysterics. “I just didn’t want you to think—”
Oh, please! 
Molly pulls away from the hug with a sharp glare. “Harry,” she says firmly. “Of all the things I’ve thought about you, doing the wrong thing never even crossed my mind. So I’ll hear none of that. I just…” She trails off, wiping her eyes. “I didn’t know you’d be so serious so fast! But of course I’m happy, dear. So happy!”
Harry gives her a fervent nod and a smile… and unless she’s very much mistaken, she can see the hint of a tear in his eye too as she pulls him in for another hug.
Marry her.
He’s going to marry her! Harry Potter is going to marry her daughter! He’s going to stand at the altar, his green eyes brimming, the cause of his scar a distant memory. Molly can envision Ginny in white, her red hair gorgeous in contrast, her face split into a smile she can’t contain. Or maybe none of that will happen. Right now, Molly doesn’t really care. All she knows is that they’re to be married... and the thought alone is absolutely beautiful, isn’t it? That something so lovely could come from a year so dreadful?
In truth, Molly did expect this — eventually. After all, she spent months observing how Harry looks at Ginny. She’s seen the softness in his eyes and the protectiveness in his jaw. It’s clear he loves her; Molly just never expected she’d be given permission to properly call him her son in the same year she lost one. 
And as she cries and hugs him, Molly is happy for two things: that her family will soon be even bigger and happier than she’d ever hoped... and that her daughter (approximately ten meters away) has always been a very heavy sleeper.
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littlejeanniebean · 3 years
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“make me” for hinny
“I’m quitting the team.”
Harry looked up from his mission logs and pushed his glasses further up his nose. He was almost certain he had misheard her. “Sorry, what?”
“The Quidditch correspondent position just opened up at the Daily Prophet.” Ginny ambled over to him, sitting on the armrest of his chair. “And rather than read another half-arsed article written some bloke who’s never even played for his house team, I’ve applied and got the job.”
Harry raised a skeptical eyebrow. “May I ask… why?”
Ginny’s hands went to massage his shoulders. She loved how much strength training Aurors were required to do, even when they didn’t have as much fieldwork. “We both know we want a big family —”
Harry’s put one arm around her waist. “You really want to pop them out one after the other —”
“Please don’t call it ‘popping them out’ like I’m a vending machine and you just put a few coins in —”
Harry bit his lip to keep from smiling. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean —”
“Besides, I want to be home more —”
“I have tons of practice with Teddy,” he reasoned. “I’m more than capable —”
“Well, I can’t let you have all the fun, now, can I?” Ginny smirked, but inwardly, she wondered why he was arguing so hard against it. 
“It’s really no trouble, Gin —”
“Then why not let me do it too?” She stood suddenly, putting her hands on her hips.
“Because Quidditch is your dream!” Harry waved his arms around as if to demonstrate the size and importance of the said dream. “I don’t want you to give it up —”
“I’m not, though.” Oh, Harry, she thought. Sweet, noble Harry. “I’m just coming at it a different way, like you becoming head of the department so you can —”
“Well, I’m not the head yet —”
“It’s basically an eventuality,” she waved off the technicality. “Look, Harry, I’d be just as happy here at home as I am on the pitch. I’m not giving anything up, and who knows? I might try out for the team again when we’ve decided we have enough little monsters running around and then you’ll be the one who has to tote them to matches to support their mummy.”
Harry practically beamed at the thought and pulled her close again, burying his nose in the scent of her flowery shampoo and splaying butterfly kisses over her collarbone. Then suddenly, he started, his forehead almost colliding with her chin. “Wait, are you pregnant?”
“Oh, because that would be so far-fetched now, wouldn’t it?” she made fun of his incredulity. “Because we definitely haven’t been going at it like it’s our second honeymoon —”
“Are you?” Harry was standing now, firm, callused hands on her shoulders, his face all serious hard lines, especially his sharp, defined jaw.
“No.” Ginny shrugged like she was answering a more casual question like, ‘Would you like some coffee, love?’ “Not yet, anyway…” She threaded her fingers up in his wild dark hair and kissed him deeply. “But I want you to make me.” She took his bottom lip between her teeth as he moaned. “Now,” she commanded. 
And who was he to refuse her?
thank you for this ask @pianistbynight! love ya! xx
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constancezin · 3 years
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During Ginny's 7th year, for the Hogmeads weekend just before Christmas, Harry came to visite her. Instead of mrs Puddifoot (not exactly their cup of tea) they stayed in Hogwarts and had fun and sweet times in the cold corridors.
For @fightfortherightsofhouseelves Ginny and Harry Christmas feast
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sweeethinny · 3 years
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I wanted to do something for @fightfortherightsofhouseelves #hinnychristmasfest, and as a few days ago someone asked me about how I thought hinny's first time had happened, here it is :) thanks to Dusk who read that one shot yesterday, and the whole group of Hinny at Discord who advised me, helped me with my 8643846353 doubts. And thanks to Google, who explained many things to me so that I could make this as close to reality as possible.
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Warning: This chapter contains sex, and description of sex
‘’Hermione, I’m sorry, but that doesn’t look like sex.’’ Ginny said, rolling her eyes at the book in front of her. The anatomy of a woman and a man was well exposed on the page, each little part being explained as to why it served, and some even explained how.
‘’And what do you know? You are the one who came to ask me about it.’’ The friend took the book from Gin’s lap. ‘’What else did you expect it to be?’’ Hermione looked at her, and Ginny really wanted to tell her that she hoped it was less… biological, and more real and emotional. She didn't feel all that logical and scientific explanation when Harry touched her last week, not even when she touched him. It was far more chaotic than the book made it appear to be.
The author did not explain that you would feel in the clouds, and that your legs would become so limp that you would think that there were no bones in your body.
But maybe that would change when it came to sex.
‘’I don’t know, but it looks disgusting.’’ She frowned at the drawings in front of her.
‘’Well… I don’t know if there’s any other way to look.’’ Hermione said, shrugging her shoulders and closing the book, starting to look for another one in her huge pile.
‘’Hermione, but don’t you think there are things you can’t explain? Things that don't appear in an anatomy book?’’ Ginny asked, hoping that it would explain to her friend that sex couldn’t be just that. That should be more than... insert and rub. If it were just that, if it meant nothing more, then what fun would it have?
‘’Nah. What wouldn't appear in the books?’’
‘’I don’t know,’’ She shrugged. ''Maybe it will change depending on how you feel about the person, or… I don't know.'' Ginny gave up, getting up from her own bed and walking around the room, a little worried that maybe she wouldn't have made the right decision if only that summed up what it was sex.
Of course, Hermione knew about a lot, and human relationships were always a problem for her, but it didn't seem to be just that. It seemed that really, sex was just… biological. After all.
‘’Ginny, you read... This can increase the bond between two people, but honestly, I don’t think it would change anything more than that. Maybe you've just based yourself on too many novels, and you're thinking this will be the same.'' Hermione spoke quietly, almost as if she wanted to apologize to Ginny that she was dreaming too much about that moment. ‘’Authors tend to glamorize more than necessary in novel books.’’
''Yeah, maybe that's it.'' She nodded, taking her coat and cap from the rack behind the door. ‘ I’m going for a walk.’’ Ginny said, still somewhat discredited that she had been deceived by all those authors.
''Take care. I'll stay here if you want to talk.’’ Hermione spoke before Ginny closed the door, a little angry for the last hour she spent for nothing.
She and Harry hadn't been having much time since he started studying for the Auror exams and she for the NIEM, and every minute mattered a lot, so missing an hour that they could have talked, kissed, or even for throwing snow at each other, it seemed like a lot.
And Ginny didn't even come to an ideal conclusion.
Since the war ended and they came back - not that they had really separated, Ginny always said that - their relationship had evolved in a hurry that she did not regret. They went from, kissing under the peach tree in the daylight, to kissing at night on the lake (where they wore little clothing), and then, to finally kiss in her bed, and touch each other.
They have learned a lot since then. Harry was always patient and very concerned that he was doing it right, and that Ginny was enjoying it, so he paid close attention to all her signs and her advice. He didn't care when she put her hand over hims to help him, or when she asked him to stop because she didn't like it so much anymore.
Ginny also listened to him, even though Harry almost never complained, she learned that he liked when she paid special attention to his balls, his nipples were very sensitive too, and that like her, speed and angle also mattered.
Everything was quite intense and chaotic inside her, it was always as if something exploded and fireworks cut across the sky every time Harry made her feel in a new way, each miserable discovery seemed too much.
It was she who introduced the subject of sex to them. After she returned to Hogwarts alone - not for Hermione - Ginny had plenty of time to think about it. So when they met on one of the Hogsmeade tours and were alone, Gin commented that she wanted to. It was a strange thing, although it seemed right to communicate him about her will, she thought that maybe she was doing something wrong given Harry's minute of silence.
‘’I’ve also been thinking about it, but I didn’t want to be an idiot and make you feel pressured if I commented.’’ He said.
They talked then, she said that leaving aside the romance books where the couple had sex, she didn't know much. Nor did Harry, he said that Seamus used to take magazines to their dormitory, but that there was never a real explanation of what it was like to have sex. Which relieved Ginny, who was afraid to be the only stupid one there.
He said he was afraid it would hurt for her and that he didn't do it right, she said that they wouldn't easily do it right, but that they could learn together. And about the pain... she could handle it.
But if she was sincere, she wished there was a way to not hurt. It didn't seem so much fun if it hurt.
The two talked about their insecurities and fears, and it was interesting to be able to open up that way with Harry, made Ginny love him even more. And she couldn't even remember when he told about years with the Dursleys before Hogwarts, without wanting to cry again.
It was important to talk to him, she knew that.
The two decided they were going to get ready, Harry wanted her to be able to make the most of what he could provide, and Ginny wanted to not be so scared at the moment. 
First, she looked in magazines - muggles and magicians - but nothing seemed to really help her, because even though it was written that she didn't need to fear and that it was necessary to relax, they didn't teach how, and they made everything seem even more important and bigger than it already was. Ginny had to go to Hermione. She knew about everything, she had read all the books, she should have known about it.
But Ginny received that bucket of cold water. Hermione's books made her feel discouraged, the statistics and scientific data made Gin think that nothing was right, and that yes, maybe sex wasn't too much. Nothing more than a biological necessity.
What magazines made it seem like the most important moment, the books painted as just a matter of science.
Ginny was confused.
She wanted to have sex with Harry, while she was a little too discouraged, but she also didn't want to throw in the towel and give up when they had already gone so far. Perhaps there could be a middle ground? Something that would make people sleep with others besides carnal need?
So she went for her second option, even though she was reluctant.
She had another week of Christmas break before she had to go back, and maybe the two of them couldn't even get time together to be able to enjoy it decently, but she just needed to talk to someone. Maybe on Easter break when she got back, or during a trip to Hogsmeade, they could do it. Perhaps she was more prepared, then.
‘’Ginny!’’ Fleur said as soon as she opened the door and found her sister-in-law standing there, her cheeks flushed with the wind and looking more nervous than usual. ''It's all right? Come in!''
‘’Yes.’’ Ginny said, cursing herself for having to ask her for help. ‘‘Bill in?’’
‘’No, he left just now.. do you want to wait for him? It shouldn't take long--’’
'' --No, he better not be around.'' Her voice came out a little too hard, and Ginny forced herself to clear her throat and calm down, thinking that if it weren't for Fleur, she wouldn't have anyone else to talk to about it. - her mother was not an option. ‘’I came here… I came to ask you for help.’’
‘’Oh…’’ Fleur nodded, a little wary. ''Sure. Take off your coat, I'll make tea for us.'' She was being very polite, which Ginny thought was good, because if she had to deal with the same arrogance of Fleur from the past at a time like that, maybe she would just give up and tell Harry that they had better do it without even knowing how it worked.
She took off her coat, gloves, snow-soiled shoes and cap, then, following her brother's house, Ginny reached the kitchen. She didn't quite know how she was going to start talking or how she would feel when she said something so intimate to Fleur, but maybe there wasn't much theater to do and she just had to tell her the truth.
‘’What brings you here?’’ Fleur appeared, floating the cups, milk and sugar in front of her. ‘’Let's sit on the couch, it’s more comfortable there.’’ Ginny nodded and followed. ‘’I hope it’s ‘ze way you like it.’’
‘’Thank you, it’s great.’’ Ginny poured herself the milk and dropped the amount of sugar she liked, taking the hot liquid to see if maybe that would give her enough courage. ‘’Hm .. Fleur, I wanted to ask you something.’’ She started, taking a deep breath and not looking at her sister-in-law. ‘’But you can’t comment on Bill. Not even with my mother.’’
‘‘My mouth is a grave.’’ She signaled as if she had closed her mouth, blond eyebrows raised slightly as she stared. ‘’You’re worrying me a little bit.’’
‘’Harry and I were talking about… Er .. Sex, and I wanted to ask you for help with that.’’ Ginny felt her cheeks were on fire, it was as if the sun was in front of her, so great was the heat. ‘’I don’t know .. I don’t know how to do it, and I think you can help me with that.’’ She admitted, feeling a little more failed than she imagined.
‘’Oh… I can help you with ‘zat, of course.’’ Fleur cleared her throat, placing her cup on the coffee table and facing Ginny. ''What you want to know?''
‘’Everything.’’ Ginny also put down her cup. ‘’Hermione showed me some anatomy books, and I read some magazines, but .. it doesn’t seem very real.’’ Fleur nodded, seeming to think about it. She shifted a little uncomfortably on the sofa and ran a hand through her blond hair, as if searching for the right words.
‘’Ok .. Let’s start at ‘ze beginning; you want this? You know, sometimes we end up feeling pressured to do it, even if ‘ze guy doesn't say it. And sex is an important step, it’s a level of intimacy that you need to be sure of what you’re doing.’’
‘’Of course I do. I was the one who told him I wanted to.’’ Ginny said, confident enough to face Fleur back, not her and Bill's picture frame on their wedding day. ‘’Harry doesn’t pressure me.’’
‘’Good.’’ Fleur nodded. ''If you feel ‘zat way, you need to know ‘zat... ‘zat it can be awful ‘ze first time, because it's ‘ze first time, and that's okay, practice makes perfect.'' She blinked, and Ginny felt her own cheeks flush like fire again, but continued to stare at her sister-in-law. ‘’If ‘Arry .. does things for you first, you’ll be able to enjoy ‘zit more, without feeling so uncomfortable, you know? It's something new, your body is not used to it, so the more relaxed and comfortable ‘ze better. And .. live ‘zat moment, it can last minutes, or seconds, but it is an important experience, maybe even more for ‘Arry. You are new, a long time ago to gain skill and improve performance.''
‘’What if I don’t think anything is too much? And if it’s just… I don’t know, but if it’s boring?’’ She asked, curiosity and fear dueling in her chest.
‘’Ginny, if it were boring, you wouldn’t have ‘zat many siblings.’’ Fleur said, finding it funny even though Gin had made a face at the image. ‘’Sex has to be good for both of you, don’t be shy about asking ‘Arry to do something for you, or change, or even stop. If you want him to stop in the middle and have him stimulate you in another way, that's fine. If you want it to just stop, you can say it too. Sex is communication, you can't just stand there like a dead man.’' The two laughed, much to Ginny's surprise.
‘’Hermione thinks sex isn’t anything other than human need.’’ She commented, not wanting to gossip about her friend, just wanting to get it out of her mind. Fleur shrugged.
‘’It goes beyond that, but I think she will only know when to do it. It’s a different experience for each person, you know? If you want to know, on my first time, I was bored and hated doing that, I thought it was not for me. Afterwards, I just understood what I liked and what I wanted.’’ She smiled sweetly, in a way that Ginny wasn’t very used to seeing. Not that those looks were directed at her, because they were usually for Bill. ‘’You’ll see, just live in the moment and don’t put so much pressure on you two. It’s the first time, not the last.’’
 [...]
 Ginny and Fleur had talked for a while longer that day, and after Bill arrived and was suspicious as to why Ginny was there, she went back to the house. Fleur had convinced her to buy nice clothes for their date; ‘’Not ‘zat you have sex that day, but just to prevent it.’’
On the 24th, the day of their date, Ginny dressed up like never before.
She carefully braided her hair on the side, put on the most beautiful earrings she had (Aunt Muriel's earnings, a few years ago), put on makeup so that her pale face didn't resemble a skull so much, painted her lips an intense red, and she wore the lingerie she had bought - even if they did nothing, she wouldn’t play with fate and let Harry see her with colorless panties and a bra that couldn’t hold anything anymore - and the thick pantyhose that would keep her legs warm.
When it came time for the outfit, Ginny had to stand for a few minutes in front of the pile in her closet, wondering which of those sweaters best suited the skirt she had separated earlier. There were some she stole from Ron, the ones her mother stitch for Christmas, some from George... She didn't have a decent shirt.
She was never on a date itself, even those in Hogsmeade it didn't seem that important.
It was the first time the two of them were going out on their own, for a real date, and it was Christmas, she had to be presentable, even though Harry didn't care and made it clear that he thought she was beautiful even with her torn pajama pants. Ginny cared.
Searching deeper into her mess, she found a sweater that she didn't even remember existed, maybe she received it as a gift in the fourth year, from her parents, or ... she didn't remember, but it wasn't important. The sweater had no holes in it, nor did it look old, and none of her brothers had worn it before, which was perfect. Besides, the fabric was thick enough that Ginny wouldn't freeze to death outside.
After finishing putting on her boots, zipping up her navy blue skirt, and getting comfortable in her white sweater and turtleneck, Ginny was ready. Anxious as never before and looking every second at the slim watch on her wrist.
Harry had said he would drop by to pick her up at six and it was still half past five… Maybe Ginny was in a hurry. Maybe when he arrived, she would show that she was anxious.. Should she have put on that red lipstick?  Was it the best option to go out with a lipstick like that, when you intended to make out with your boyfriend? Maybe she was underdressed because Harry wanted to take her to a very fancy restaurant?
Ginny should look for a better outfit, she--
‘’Gin?’’ The voice startled her, causing her to drop the perfume bottle on top of the pile of clothes she had shifted to the right, and slowly turned to find Harry and her door, looking almost more distressed than she was. ‘’Everything okay?’’ He looked at the mess around her, a chuckle rising from his lips.
‘’Yes, yes.’’ She composed herself, smiling from ear to ear and walking towards him, looking much calmer now that he was there.
Harry was simple, new dark jeans, a gray sweater and his sneakers. He didn't seem to be going to a chic and elegant restaurant - which would use more than 7 cutlery and 3 different glasses -, which calmed her down and made her take a deep breath while hugging him tightly and breathing in his scent.
‘’I brought this for you.’’ He showed her the bouquet hidden behind his back, his right hand shaking slightly as he handed her the flowers. There were all kinds of flowers, jasmine, yellow roses, even blue flowers, and it was the most romantic and cute thing she had ever won. ‘’I didn’t know what your favorites were then, I just chose the most beautiful ones.’’
‘’Harry, it’s beautiful.’’ Ginny kissed him, not needing to stretch this time, thankful for the heels of her boot. ‘’You look beautiful too.’’ She whispered against his mouth, his arms around her waist and keeping their contact even closer.
''Thanks. You're not too bad either.’’ He raised an eyebrow, a wry little smile. ‘’The skirt is fully approved.’’
‘’As if I care what you think of my outfit.’’ Ginny lifted her chin, holding her laugh and placing the flowers in a vase she had conjured. ''We are ready?''
''Yes. I was happy not to run into your parents… it would be strange.’’ Harry made a cute face, wrinkling his nose and wrinkling his forehead. ‘’Your mom would have made a fuss about the flowers.’’
''Of course she would.'' Ginny put her arm around Harry's, letting him guide her through her own home. ‘’She gave me a speech yesterday about how you’ve been changing since you’ve been with me… Apparently everyone is talking about how happy you and I are.’’
‘’They talk too much. They should start worrying about their navels themselves.’’ The two donned their jackets, gloves and cloaks, ready to face the cold outside. ‘’But, I’ve been happier on your side than I have been in my past..16 years? I think.’’ Harry stopped to think, looking at the floor as if he was digging deeply. ‘’Yes, I’m happier than I’ve ever been.’’
‘’And you had to think about it?’’ Ginny pushed his shoulder slightly, already walking out of the house. ‘‘How come I’m not the first and last thought of your day?’’ Harry laughed, openly, in the way that made her laugh and feel her stomach churn.
‘’But you are.’’ He took her arm again, ready to Apparate wherever they were going. ''I was just kidding. I don't need to think too hard to know that I've never been as happy as I am with you.'' Harry said, looking at her as if that was the simplest thing to say, as if he didn't do things for her that Ginny never thought she would feel.
So they Apparated.
It was a place she had never been to. Well, she didn’t walk around London much, so it didn’t mean much, but in particular that place, she didn’t even know it existed.
There were lights, lots of lights, and it looked like it came out of a fairy tale book. She felt like a muggle when they witnessed magic. It was unbelievable that something like that existed.
''Where are we?’’ She couldn’t stop looking and maybe her neck would hurt if she stayed like that for several minutes, but it was totally worth it.
There were those boxes with teddy bears inside and something that Ginny didn't quite understand what it was, that were trying to grab the toy. On the other side, there were stalls with foods so fragrant that she could already feel her belly growling with hunger. And even though she looked at everything and Harry walked around calmly and also looked shocked by that place, it looked like they couldn't make it to the end or see everything.
‘’Hyde Park.’’ Harry was also looking everywhere, and even though the wind seemed to cut their cheeks, neither of them seemed to care. ''This is amazing.''
‘‘Yes.’’ Ginny’s eyes flashed with the big wheel that spun ahead. ‘’And we’re magicians.’’
[...]
 The two had enjoyed themselves at various attractions. They took pictures together with reindeer ears and eating cotton candy, rode the ferris wheel and could see London from above - it was different to be in heaven and not on a broom -, ate and bought several things, and finally, they skated on the rink of ice. A very ... different experience.
‘’We’re worse than that little boy under eight years old.’’ Ginny muttered a little irritably, getting up from what looked like the fifth tumble in less than ten minutes.
''My ass is freezing.'' Harry circled her, not looking much firmer than the old woman next to them.
‘’We should know how it goes.’’ Ginny tried again, flexing her knees and straightening her arms like that 12 year old girl had taught her, managing to walk more than two meters without falling. ‘‘We already ride a broom.’’ She whispered to Harry beside her who risked spinning around like a woman had done. ‘’That was terrible.’’
‘’Don’t laugh at me!’’ He barked, but he also laughed. ‘’I’m trying.’’ They held hands, ready to make the curve that had made them fall like two stooges. ‘’There’s no need for despair…’’
‘’You were the one who despaired when that little girl passed us.’’
‘’She was whirling in the air!’’ Harry stared at her, eyes wide. ‘’And she mustn’t even be ten years old.’’
‘’Calm down, love, we’re doing great.’’ Ginny laughed, managing to stop and without hitting the ground. ‘’We’re learning, see? It was only the first few times, then we take the practice.’’
''You're right.'' Harry walked around her again, a silly smile in his eyes. ‘’Please try not to be jealous.’’
‘’I’m going to try, Potter.’’ She rolled her eyes, following him up the track again, dodging people in a mastery that shocked her.
‘’Look at you! Without pushing anyone this time.’’ Harry said, also dodging and getting back to her side. ''We were born for this.''
‘’Yes.’’ She smiled proudly. ‘’I knew we were going to make it ... Want to try to spin like that little girl? I hold it around your waist.’’ Ginny winked at Harry, who laughed denying and getting a little flushed when the guy who passed them laughed at both of them.
 [...]
 The day seemed much quieter than it used to be at Hogwarts. Ginny could hear birds singing in the window, but nothing that resembled the morning conversations of roommates, owls flying, people already walking and talking loudly. It was much more cozy.
It was also better when Harry was hugging her half naked, sighing softly and looking completely at peace.
They had returned from the park well after ten o'clock, they still strolled the streets and bought hot chocolate to drink in the comfort of Harry's house. Molly had not enjoyed Ginny sleeping with him, especially when George and Ron weren't there and the two would be alone, but Harry convinced her that they would be fine and that they would be at The Burrow early.
Ginny felt a little anxious when she allowed them to realize that they were alone, Harry was only wearing sweatpants and she was only wearing his T-shirt - even if she had continued with the lingerie, because ... a woman could hope. At the same time that her thighs tightened at the thought, a part of her brain began to process the whole idea.
She still had remnants of yesterday's makeup, and her breath was not the best, other than the hair that was a mess. But Harry was being a very comfortable and warm pillow ... Maybe she could make breakfast for their both? That way she would have reason to get up and look in the mirror.
And that's what she did, after ten more comfortable minutes in her boyfriend's embrace, she slipped out and started her mission. They might not even have sex today, but Ginny was also not going to be with him on bad breath and in the mood to pee.
After taking care of everything needed, Ginny went to the kitchen and started her second job; Cook. She knew the basics, pancakes, frying eggs, sauteed mushrooms, and could even risk making that tea that Harry liked so much. They had to be at her mother's house until ten, and it wasn't even nine yet, she had time.
The kitchen was neat and complete, with utensils she didn't even know what it were for, and like the rest of the house, it was a lot tidier than you'd expect where 3 guys lived. The windows were large and there was plenty of light, the carpets were - at least every time Ginny was there - in place and clean, and there were no socks thrown around the house. Even the plants Hermione bought for them were alive.
Harry always said that George was much more organized than he showed, and that Ron was the only one who ended up leaving things out of place - and she knew that Harry had a terrible cleaning habit thanks to his aunt, which explained the always clean house .
When the pancakes were almost ready and Ginny was pouring tea, she heard footsteps behind her.
‘’I thought you wouldn’t wake up anymore.’’ She said, without looking back, spilling the milk as she knew Harry liked it, waiting for the pancake to finish cooking.
‘’Being happy is tiring.’’ Harry murmured, his husky voice making her skin crawl. ‘’You didn’t need to do this.’’
‘’I wanted to,’’ She shrugged. ‘’And I was hungry.’’
‘’We could have dealt with that too.’’ Harry laughed softly, making Ginny bite her lip and laugh too. ‘’Merry Christmas.’’ He wrapped his arms around her waist, his head resting against her right shoulder.
‘’Merry Christmas.’’ She looked at him, almost knocked over by his cute beauty.
There were days when Harry or she ran away from their rooms and slept together, the nightmares were still quite present and each other's presence there was quite comforting. But something about not having to wake up almost five in the morning to get back to her own room before someone woke up, didn't let her enjoy his face when she woke up; all crumpled by the pillow, his hair even more wild, his eyes a little puffy and small.
Ginny wanted to squeeze his cheeks and kiss him.
‘’Do we still have time before we need to go to your mom’s house?’’ He was looking at her in a way that wasn’t as simple as it normally was. The green eyes were darkening and the pupils dilated, and his breathing seemed to be much faster than before.
Ginny didn't think she was getting any different, feeling the warmth of his bare chest on her back, her belly tightened and the hunger seemed to disappear suddenly, staring at Harry so close, both wearing less clothes than usual, the little sunlight illuminating his face and making him look even more handsome with slightly burnt cheeks of the Cold.
 ‘’We have plenty of time.’’ She spoke almost in a whisper, her body seeming to burn in a new and delicious way.
‘’Good.’’ Harry spoke before he kissed her. It was a kiss that also seemed new, much less delicate than all the others they had already given, even those given at times when the two were very connected and hot.
It was much more hungry, needy, and intimate than everyone else.
Things proceeded with a naturalness that Ginny did not expect. It was like a dance that they had done millions and millions of times together, synchronized with each step and never losing a beat or bumping into each other's feet. It seemed as right as saying that today was Christmas, that it was cold outside, and that she loved him with all her heart.
They danced together in the kitchen, Ginny leaning against the counter as the light came in more and more and the birds sang even louder. Then they went to Harry's room, their hands seeming to take on a life of their own during that short journey, exploring and longing for the moment that there were no more pieces of clothing to stop them.
‘’Are we doing this?’’ She asked, in a hushed voice from Harry’s kisses. His hands went up under her shirt, touching the skin on her belly and looking a little shaky when they touched the bra seam.
‘’Only if you want.’’ He murmured against the skin of her neck, looking a little anxious. ‘’You’re the boss’’ Harry looked at her, his glasses crooked on his face and the black strands being lit by the incoming sunlight, showing some reddish brown strands that Ginny had never noticed.
Her heart exploded, looking at the man on top of her who made her feel things that no one ever dreamed of making her feel. Harry didn't even make an effort to make her feel her body on fire.
Hermione was wrong, Ginny realized, it was about feelings, about giving in, about being comfortable with the other. This was not just science, it was about trusting and a lot of things she had no idea about, she just felt.
She felt the tightness in her thighs, her belly swirling in flames, her head becoming cloudy with any coherent thought beyond her imagination, working hard to remember the times she imagined it.
She imagined that when Michael pressed against her the first time and made her feel like he was feeling during the kiss; it was Harry over there. When Dean touched your breasts; it was Harry over there. When Harry touched her under her skirt in the middle of the Forbidden Forest, the two of them in complete darkness, she pressed against the tree and he moaned in her ear when he first felt her. It was always Harry.
On the nights when her imagination was simmering while reading a novel, during the year that he ran away so she wouldn't feel so alone, during the days after the war when they kissed at the lake, when she returned to Hogwarts and Harry was going visit her clandestinely.
It wasn't just science, friction and something biological.
‘’We’re doing this.’’
Then the dance - the one that Ginny already knew a few steps from - started to unfold naturally.
His shirt found the floor and Harry widened his eyes at her lingerie, stopping to kiss her to run his hand over the lace on her breasts and then dropping down to engage the lace on her hips, looking lost with the light blue fabric that left little for the imagination.
''Wow.'' Harry muttered, looking much more hungry than she remembered seeing him, and Ginny can't help but blush and want to hug her body as if to protect herself.
‘’Does it serve as a Christmas present?’’ She said, trying to sound as confident as possible, but feeling more embarrassed than when she sent the valentine card to Harry when she was 11.
‘’You don’t even have to try so hard, honestly.’’ Harry laughed, which made her laugh, relieved that there wasn’t a strange atmosphere around them. Fleur said that this could sometimes happen - ‘’It’s also important for most boys.’’
‘’Good, because you need to be careful with that, it’s the most beautiful thing in my entire wardrobe.’’ Ginny pointed at her body. ‘’You’ll see me using it more often.’’
‘’Oh.’’ Harry’s eyebrows almost hit the ceiling.‘’So will there be other moments? Ginny, please, we've barely started, don't put so much pressure on a man.’’ She tapped his arm, blushing like a little girl and laughing at his boldness to feel so confident when the two were about to have sex for the first time.
‘’Shut up, Harry.’’ She asked - or order - and kissed him, hands firm on the back of his neck so that it was impossible for him to get away from her again. Not that Harry looked like he wanted to run away, but it was just a worry that was in the back of her mind.
They didn't speak much after that. His mouth parted from her lips, but instead of speaking, Harry dedicated himself to kissing every bit of her, the sun illuminating his skin and hair, as he descended more and more, looking quite focused on not forgetting any details.
His hands also strolled over Ginny, soon reaching for her back and lifting her off the mattress so that he could properly open her bra, causing chills that she never thought to feel. It was different from the times he took her bra off just in moments of making out, it seemed much hotter now, almost feverish, even though it was cold outside.
Ginny's whole body seemed to be on fire, as if summer had come earlier and she was resting under the sun, feeling her skin warm and starting to get that usual red hue. But this time, it didn't burn and made her want to die because of the discomfort. No, this time Ginny was willing to burn. It was one of the best feelings.
Gradually Harry's hand went down her belly, his mouth going down to her now naked breasts, and everything working in a synchronized order that was delicious to feel. Her organs tightened when he finally reached below her navel, on top of the tissue that was starting to become too uncomfortable.
They had never been in that state of nudity, usually pants, a skirt, or even a T-shirt, were on the body, and even though Ginny was feeling insecure because they were so on display for Harry before, now she just wanted nothing more to be among them, that Harry's hand could actually touch her flesh, that he didn't wear anything else too.
‘’Harry.’’ Ginny spoke, the feeling of pleasure building with each second. He had really learned to use his mouth - not his teeth, as he used to do at the beginning.
She squeezed his hand with her own, lifting it up to put it inside her panties, which made him laugh; ‘’You’re in a hurry.’’
‘’Just… hurry up.’’
Harry fulfilled her wish, not only using his hand but also finally getting his face between Ginny's legs. Taking off her panties and looking at that synchronicity they had learned together that made her know heaven and hell in a short time.
It was a little devastating that Harry was so good, and that it made Ginny feel so good when he was there, making her more and more noisy and more and more anxious for reach the peak of the mountain where everything seemed too good, and nothing could stop her from just throwing herself up there, feeling the most powerful person in the world.
Harry groaned along with Ginny when she came, her hands caught in his hair, she was barely able to keep her eyes open as she arched and received a good deal of sunlight from the window behind her, that fireball that had formed in her belly seeming to explode.
It was almost painful, it felt so good.
The next few seconds were followed by a rush and anxiety that Ginny was unaware of. In one moment Harry was in the middle of her legs, in another, he was on top of her naked, moaning her name when her hand snaked over her abdomen and reached for his dick.
It was a perfect dance. Desperate. But still, Ginny enjoyed it.
‘’I want it to be good for you.’’ He murmured against her neck, groaning as Ginny tormented him a little.
‘’Harry, you’re already done.’’ She admitted, sincerely.
‘’I… I don’t know if I can take much.’’
''And I'm not really mad about it ...'' Ginny used her other hand to lift his face, to feel a little breathless at how dark his eyes were, his huge pupils looking like holes in the orbs green. ‘’We have all the time in the world. It's only the first time.’’ She shrugged, stopping masturbating so that it really made him concentrate. ''I love you.''
‘’I love you too.’’ Harry kissed her, in love and making her melt on top of the sheets, still getting used to the orgasm that had totally relaxed her. ‘’Please tell me if you want to stop or if hurt.’’ His voice came out a little hoarse, muffled by the fact that they were still kissing.
When Ginny first felt him there, it was unlike anything she had ever felt. It was strange, different, and kind of uncomfortable. But it was still good. Each time he went in it was as if her body expanded and prepared for the act. It was as if all of her had been waiting for years for that sensation that she couldn't describe what it was.
‘’No,’’ She grabbed Harry’s shoulder when he threatened to take it off, perhaps afraid that her contraction would mean something other than just that she was getting used to it. ‘’It's okay, put it back.’’
It was a dance that Harry and she seemed to be unable to dance to, but the music was not entirely unknown. They knew the melody, now they just had to align the steps.
Ginny waited patiently for the pain Fleur had said she could feel, just like Hermione commented, but all she felt was a slight discomfort - like that when you first get on a broom and don't know what to do with your hands and hands. feet - and then, nothing more, just that expansion that was almost good to feel.
When Harry finally found his pelvis with hers, the birdsong seemed to fill the room, along with the sounds they made as they settled. It was as if they understood what to do with their hands when it came to music, and now they could start waltzing without getting so lost.
‘’Everything okay?’’ He asked, his voice in a tone Ginny had never heard before, looking almost filled with pain and lust just as much.
''Yes. You?’’ They stared at each other, breathing what seemed to be all the air in the room. Or the world.
''Everything's good.''
‘’Are you… are you going to move?’’ Ginny didn’t want to rush him, but the melody seemed to start to speed up in her ears and her body was wishing they didn’t stand still as they were.
‘’Just… I just need a second.’’ Harry closed his eyes, hands steady beside Gin, supporting his weight and seeming to tremble slightly, as if it were too much for him. She was happy to know that it was also messing with him.
Ginny felt strangely good when Harry finally moved, it was still weird - very weird - but he seemed to be doing things for her that she wouldn't know how to explain, even if she thought hard (which she couldn't do). It seemed to mess with all of her inside, as if from one hour to the next, the music changed and took on a rhythm so different and new that you stand between paying attention to learn to sing the lyrics, and dancing awkwardly just following intuition.
It was as if all parts of it, the room, the world, moved out of place and were rearranged differently.
‘‘Sorry.’’ Harry startled her when his glasses fell on her face, his cheeks flushed and sweat was pricking his forehead, looking more focused than she had ever seen.
‘’Let it go.’’ She left his glasses anywhere else, her hands holding Harry’s face as if Ginny never really realized how committed he was to making it good. All focused and anxious, as if he was afraid he might hurt her. ‘’Babe,’’ Gin whispered, as if sharing a secret. ‘‘Let go.’’ She knew it would be difficult for Harry to hold on until they understood how to dance that song the right way. They took many attempts to learn how to use their mouth and hands, but, one hour they learned, at least Harry never complained and she never did.
They had all the time in the world.
The birds sang louder, just as the bed creaked when Harry moved again, kissing her and losing some of the balance he kept in his arms, seeming to finally free himself from the desire to reach perfection when they were just starting.
Harry said her name in a way that would torment Ginny for the rest of her life, she knew that, tightening the sheets even more at the side of her head and biting her bottom lip as it curled over her. The world seemed to stop spinning, the sky let all the stars fall, and everything inside her seemed to change.
She could never forget that.
That’s why they didn’t write it in the books, so there was no data, articles, and difficult names for that; it simply was. It just happened and changed the order of everything. There was no way to explain an event like that.
Harry moaning her name and losing all of his remaining strength, falling on top of her and looking almost shaky, grabbing her like she was the only thing that still kept him on Earth.
It was much more than Fleur, and especially Hermione, they could report.
Ginny wanted to cry, even though it was completely stupid and meaningless, she wanted to cry.
‘’I love you.’’ She said, the birds singing and the sunlight illuminating the two even more now.
Harry continued to hug her, also looking shaken.
‘’Sorry I didn’t make you come, I swear I tried and--’’
‘’--Harry,’’ Ginny interrupted, not knowing how he had the courage to apologize. ‘’Don’t say that. I liked it, I swear.’’ She assured him, feeling his body relax over hers. ‘’We still have a lot of time to learn.’’
‘‘We have.’’ He kissed her shoulder. '’Merry Christmas, Gin. You make me the happiest man in the world.’’
‘’Are you saying that because we just had sex?’’ Harry laughed, looking at her and smiling from ear to ear, even though he looked sleepy.
‘’I’m saying this because it’s the truth. You made me the happiest man in the world yesterday too, and we don't have sex... You always do.'' Ginny blushed, laughing softly and feeling that tightness in her stomach that she always felt when he said things like that to her.
‘’You also make me the happiest woman in the world, Harry.’’ She winked at him, kissing the tip of a finger and touching the tip of his nose. ''Merry Christmas.''
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remedialpotions · 3 years
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Hopefully it’s not too late to join the fun of @fightfortherightsofhouseelves Hinny Christmas Fest! Here’s my humble offering: quasi-plotless domestic fluff. 🎄
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(n.) The tangled feeling of fear and excitement before a journey begins.
“Oh my God,” groans Ginny, easing herself into an armchair near the hearth. “I’ve just realized.”
“What?” asks Harry from his seat on the floor with James. “What’s wrong?”
With the family all gathered at the Burrow for the holiday, seating is scarce, but Harry is more than happy to join the gaggle of Weasley children on the faded carpet - even if his own son is determined to pluck the glasses right off Harry’s face.
“I’m going to have to give birth again.”
Harry looks up at her - with slightly muddled vision, because their son has indeed stolen Harry’s eyewear and now darts gleefully across the sitting room. “Right,” says Harry slowly. “What were you expecting to happen instead? That the baby would just live in there forever?”
“I just think there ought to be a magical solution to it by now.” Ginny lifts her feet onto an ottoman. “Or at least some way to make it a bit less...”
She trails off, but Harry already knows what she’s thinking. With James, she was in labour for nearly three days straight, and all the numbing spells in the world could not combat the exhaustion and the anxiety that had consumed them.
And yet, when they finally had the baby in their arms, those unpleasant memories slipped easily away to some dark, shadowy corner of their minds. James was, and still is, utterly perfect (penchant for petty theft notwithstanding), and despite the cluster feeds and clothes covered in spit-up and constant nappy changes, they had forged delightedly ahead into this new chapter of their lives. It wasn’t long before they decided they wanted another.
“Are you... nervous?” Harry glances across the room, where Ron has intercepted James and is now distracting him with the train that encircles the Christmas tree. “To go through labour and everything again?”
“I suppose I’m nervous about all of it. We’ll have two kids under two years old, and we already don’t get any sleep - and what if James doesn’t like the new baby?”
“James likes everyone and everything,” Harry points out, hoisting himself to his feet and perching on the arm of Ginny’s chair. “I’m not worried about that.”
“You never know,” says Ginny seriously. “Did you know the twins once wrapped Ron up in his blanket and rolled him outside to the garden?”
“No, but that explains a lot, actually.”
“Plus, everyone keeps telling me to savour it,” Ginny goes on, quickly changing tacks. “Our last days as a family of three, you know. But I - I mean, I am, obviously, but I can’t decide if it’s easier to chase after a toddler when I’m about a million months pregnant, or with a newborn in my arms.”
“But I’m going to be there too,” Harry gently reminds her. “I’m taking six months off, that way you can go back to the team in February, and your mum said she’d help. We’ll be all right.”
“Oh, I know that.” Ginny’s hand closes softly around Harry’s. “I guess I just don’t know how to savour it when I thought he’d be here a week ago.”
Harry’s heart skips a beat. “He?” he repeats. “So you think it’s a boy, then?”
They’ve debated back and forth for her entire pregnancy. Everyone they meet (which is a lot of people, given their respective lines of work) has different theories based on the shape of Ginny’s bump, and what happens when you dangle a pendant in front of it, and how bad her morning sickness has been. Harry’s not fussed either way - he’ll take his family however it comes to him - but now his imagination runs wild, picturing a future that once seemed impossible.
“I think so,” admits Ginny, a slight flush on her cheeks. “It can’t be that much longer now, can it? We’ll find out soon enough.”
James has Harry’s hair but Ginny’s everything else, and now Harry’s picturing his life with two sons. Maybe this next one look just like him, with bright green eyes and a thin face, or maybe she’s wrong, and it’ll be a girl with fiery red hair and freckles. The endless possibilities are overwhelming, but they’re also thrilling. It’s everything he’s wanted, everything he dreamed of. Everything they fought for, all those years ago.
“We’re going to have two children,” Harry marvels, voice hushed. “Two.”
“It’s mad,” says Ginny, though she’s smiling.
“The good sort of mad, though, innit?”
Ginny lifts up and finds his lips for a brief, sweet kiss. “Definitely.”
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Harry was distinctly aware of what other people thought: three kids in five years. They must be crazy. Harry only had one message for the lot of them: sod off. That’s what he was hoping his glares conveyed to the nurses who were throwing him sly looks behind their clipboards as he strode down the hall towards his wife’s hospital room at St. Mungo’s.
He had just apprised Molly of their situation: they would not be coming home tonight from the Ministry Christmas party, the boys would have to stay at the Burrow for the night while the healers tried to stop Ginny’s pre-term contractions. Ginny urged him to go home and change out of his dress robes, but that meant there would be a sliver of time where something catastrophic could happen without him, and he wouldn’t entertain the thought of not being there for her.
She looked up as he opened the door to her room, giving him a wan smile. He knew she was disappointed that she would have to miss Christmas morning with the boys, as was he, but more than anything right now they just wanted the baby to be healthy and everything to be alright.
“I didn’t miss anything did I?” His eyes caught hers as the door clicked shut behind him.
“No. They came in to up my potion intake but they said it seems to be working. They still want to keep me overnight for observation though.”
He sat down in the stiff chair beside her bed, squeezing Ginny’s small cold hand in reassurance before cupping his hand around the curve of Ginny’s belly. The baby kicked back at the warmth of his touch.
Oh Lily, he thought, keep in there a little while longer. We need you to stay safe.
Harry and Ginny never explicitly agreed on how many children they wanted to have, though they both agreed they wanted a family of their own eventually. The first two were welcome surprises; Harry once asked Ginny if she ever regretted leaving her Quidditch career after they were born. Never, she replied.
Even though their two boys ran them ragged on a daily basis, Harry still felt a piece of something missing in his life, and it wasn’t until Ginny became pregnant a third time that he realized what it was. Lily was the missing puzzle piece in their family. With Ginny and their three children with him, Harry finally felt whole for the first time in his life. He had a family who looked up to him and needed him, and who he loved unconditionally back.
He waved his wand to produce twinkling Christmas lights in the stillness of the room, a soothing show designed to make Ginny feel more at ease. As she rested her head on his shoulder with a soft sigh, he thought to himself he wouldn’t trade his life for anyone else’s. Not in a million years.
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gryffindormischief · 3 years
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A/N: Christmas fic for @fightfortherightsofhouseelves HinnyChristmasFest!
Got some inspiration from a few of the sentence prompts on this list.
FF // Ao3
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When Harry kicks the door shut with his foot and sees a golden fire burning in the grate, he temporarily has the strange urge to bellow something along the lines of ‘honey I’m home.’ Before he can work out exactly whether Ginny would find it funny or hate being called honey or hate the allusion to mid-century gender norms, he trips over his wife’s discarded boots and nearly goes sprawling. Which would be particularly heartbreaking considering the large quantities of flour and eggs currently wrapped in his arms.
Luckily, he does keep his footing enough that only the crisps precariously perched on top of the left-hand bag end up on the floor.
It all feels sort of funny and Harry’s in an odd ‘let me tell you my mildly humorous and vaguely holiday themed anecdote’ phase at the moment so the beginning of his tale is already on his tongue when he rounds the corner and finds Ginny looking…
The only word is suspicious.
Which is odd because Ginny has a pretty amazing poker face for things. Including but not limited to poker, excuse making related to boring cocktail parties (i.e. all of them), and even when lying and telling Molly they’ve eaten something other than takeaway for dinner.
So Harry, as one who is generally curious and has a track record as one who cannot seem to resist a mystery, immediately resolves to get to the bottom of things.
A project which he begins immediately and is almost as quickly thwarted in when Ginny looks at him like the proverbial deer in the headlights if said deer could turn off said lights. With the darkness, silence falls as well, except for the patter of a building icy rainstorm.
Harry shuffles closer to the counter and slips the grocery bags onto the top. “Can we turn the light on?”
“...No.”
He doesn’t try to hide his grin, not when the moonlight is filtered through gloomy grey clouds overhead and Ginny most definitely can’t see him.
“And wipe that smirk off your face,” Ginny, who apparently possesses bat-like vision, adds. “I’m not a bat by the way.”
Maybe he’s become predictable. Or Ginny’s a mind reader. Either way, his eyesight isn’t being helped by the pitch darkness. Maybe pity will help his case.
“Ginny I can’t see. My poor eyes.”
She tsks. “Oh Harry, pitiful is not a cute look on you.”
“How can you even know what it looks like, Gin,” Harry scoffs before making an abrupt dive for the light switch. One that Ginny easily thwarts and ends up with him pinned to the wall.
Even in the darkness, Harry can see her bright grin. “This reminds me of the treacle tart incident.”
“That time you stole my treacle tart?” Harry clarifies, unsuccessfully attempting to free his wrists.
“I remember it as the time you were stingy and yet I selflessly gave you a very enjoyable evening,” Ginny corrects, gently guiding him from the laundry door which he can just see - nothing through.
“Mutual enjoyment was had - that was the first time I tried that thing with my tongue…”
For a moment, the tension that has riddled Ginny’s body since he arrived home melts and she softens into his chest. She’s pressed along him practically from head to toe, and when he tilts his head forward, their lips are so close it feels like he just may explode from sheer want. “Gin-”
He hears her breath catch, can imagine the way her pupils dilate when they’re this close, feels the tremble in her fingers as she releases his wrists.
Slowly, he runs one open palm up her side and when his fingers find her jaw, she leans into it.
Which is the perfect time to do one of two things. And an outsider may judge Harry for the one he picks, but nobody knows what it’s like being married to Ginny Potter. What the competition feels like in everything they do. How he feels sometimes like her gravity is all that keeps him tied to the earth, and that’s true in the best way.
Also he finds her completely and utterly attractive and to get a little romantic he’ll even say beguiling. He could stare at her for hours, kiss her until his lips swelled, lie in bed with her until they slowly drive each other mad - all things they have done at one time or another he might add.
But now, in this moment, as his eyes fixate on the streak of some black oily substance on her cheek, Harry has only one thought.
With a few quick twists, he has her pinned to the wall, one arm held behind her back and the entire weight of his body pressing into her, her arse settling perfectly against him. God he’s such a wanker.
“Harry you are such a wanker.”
At least they’re still on the same page.
“Sorry but you know how I am with a mystery.”
“I could write seven books on you from ages eleven to seventeen and still not quite capture it,” Ginny drawls, slightly less effective in her sarcasm as her face is half smushed to the wall.
He’d try for a retort but he can half see in the room and he just has to know - he releases her and two quick strides have him in the doorway before she can enact her ineffective full body cling method of stopping him in his tracks.
However, Harry does do that all by himself once he pushes the door open.
"See, this is why we can't have nice things."
Ginny sighs and tips sideways, leaning against the door jam, “I'm gonna fix it.”
She’s really making it difficult not to laugh. Honestly, if he wasn’t so sure of her swift and terrible retribution, he probably would. His attachment to their conjugal playtime is what makes him able to let out a laugh free - if slightly dubious sounding - “Uh huh.”
“Oi! Don’t sound so - whatever. I can do whatever I set my mind to.”
Harry bends over and picks up a large and slightly rusted spring that must have some use. He squats to survey the damage, rather like when he gets the lay of the land at a new crime scene. This was a massacre. “Including completely dismantling our dryer.”
"It ate my favorite pair of socks again!"
The investigation pauses and Harry glances up at her. “You mean the ones with the hippogriffs? And the jingle bells?”
Ginny scoffs again and rolls her eyes, “Yeah. What other favorite socks do I have?”
Harry lifts a long sheet of white painted metal and stares at it as if it will suddenly reveal its purpose. “You have seasonal favorites.”
“Yes,” Ginny sys slowly, like he’s falling very behind on the uptake, “but those are my overall favorite.”
“Really.”
“Yes it combines holiday cheer, usefulness, and whimsy - how do you not know?”
Shaking his head, Harry rises from his squat and folds his arms. “You're right...a person who knew you would have found the jingling hippogriffs in the dryer while folding your wash and secretly brought them to your mum to ask her to repair the holes.”
Almost immediately, Ginny’s smug expression falls and she looks like her confidence in her course of action over the afternoon has ever so slightly dipped. “So the dryer - “
“ - did not eat your socks,” Harry finishes.
“Maybe Dad will fix it?” Ginny says finally, though her hesitance is not misplaced. Arthur can be handy with muggle appliances, and he can also end up making your food processor into a flying death wheel.
Ginny lets out a long sigh. “That's our Christmas gift this year.”
“From him or to him?” Harry laughs, “Why don’t you clean up and I’ll get dinner started.”
Ginny tiptoes through the pieces of destroyed appliance and presses a kiss to Harry’s cheek. “Back in a few.”
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hehron · 3 years
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Perfect Christmas - Scandal
Written for the hinny Christmas fest conducted by @fightfortherightsofhouseelves ! This is a slightly AU fic, which takes place in the same universe as my one-shot Not A Harpy!
Parts 2 and 3: Candy Rings Wedding
Summary: Best friends, Harry and Ginny just want to get through the Christmas Ball with their dignity intact. Can a saucy scandal, impromptu romantic getaway and a bit of Christmas magic, lead to something more, possibly love?
AO3         FF.net
“You’re coming with me to the Ministry ball tomorrow,” Ginny said, barging into Harry’s apartment.
“Not the ideal way to ask someone out,” He said, not taking his eyes off the case he was working on.
Ginny rolled her eyes. “We had a deal. I came with you to your cousin’s wedding, didn’t I?”
“You were the one begging to go, and this is the Ministry Ball we’re talking about. It’ll be filled with vultures.”
“And you’d rather I face them alone?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, come on,” Ginny nagged. “Dean will be there, and Skeeter’s bound to cook up a story.”
“And me being there would be better because?”
“Because they’ve been pairing us up for ages. No one believes that stuff anymore.”
“Since when do you care about the papers?” Harry asked, finally putting his files away.
“Since my manager threatened to quit if she had to deal with one more ridiculous scandal.”
“Get a new manager.”
“It’s not that easy!” Ginny cried. “What are you going to lose, Harry? Just come along.”
“No one else is going,” He complained.
“I am, and I promise I’ll give you my full attention.”
“It’s going to cost you much more than that,” He scoffed.
“What if I, um, buy you tickets to any movies you want to watch this month?”
“Nope.”
“I’ll do all your Christmas shopping,” Ginny said, trying to get a peek at his list.
“So you can buy yourself the latest Nimbus? Not a chance.”
Ginny wracked her brain. Suddenly it hit her. “Remember when I won that complementary holiday in Cardiff?”
“I’m listening,” Harry said with narrowed eyes.
“I was planning on taking Hermione, but if you come with me tomorrow, I could be persuaded to reconsider.”
“Deal!” He agreed gleefully.
“And as an added thank you, I’ll be wearing a very sexy dress,” She winked.
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evanescentdawn · 3 years
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@fightfortherightsofhouseelves lot of ridiculousness and making out. had fun with it! :D these two OWN my heart. thanks for posting this event <3
The perfect Christmas
“Well, hello there.” Ginny breathes, slightly rapidly from the running. It’s ridiculous, and Harry can’t help the large smile that breaks out and the large fondness that clenches his heart.
He tries to put a lid on his smile, the bursts of laughter that are escaping—and is horribly failing—as he does a weird combination of smirking, narrowing his eyes in what he thinks is a attractive way.
The wardrobe is small and annoyingly full of clothes. Harry also has to be carefully aware of his wand as it is providing their only light.
“Hello, there.” He whispers back, voice all low and gravelly. It’s not very creative but sue him, it’s been a long day.
Ginny giggles.
Harry tries very hard not to pout.
He settles for a glare. “It’s not funny.” He sighs. And hopes he puts every of his disappointment in that.
“That—that was terrible.” She wheezes out, dimples and grin large and it’s hard to be mad when she’s like that.
(He loves her so terribly mad, and decides he deserves his friends mocking. He is an utterly hopeless married man. As if they are any better.)
“Well, you try to be flirty and all witty when your dead tired and can still hear the screams and screeches of your family—seriously, what on hogwarts is going on out there—when all you want is time with your wife but nooo! Harry Potter! You must think of a quick-perfect, now, before kissing your wife and deal with her mocking your response, which you did think very hard of. (He didn’t) Despite! The comradeship! The love you vowed! Yes, it’s all—”
“Okay, I heard you.” Ginny takes his face with her hands, and says that in that fond-I-love-you-so-much-you-ridiculous-man tone, before kissing him. It makes his chest go all warm tingly and knows he’s flushing in the cheeks too.
She pulls back, before he gets to respond. And there’s a hint of smirk on her face. “There’s your kiss, sleeping beauty. You going to wake up anytime soon and give your dashing prince a kiss back?”
What? How did she...
“Or are you—”
Harry muffles the rest of her words as he slots his lips on hers and pushes her backwards. He hits his elbows on something and it fucking hurts but he ignores it, focusing on Ginny. He’ll give a her a kiss, so mind blowing, she’ll be sorry.
(He knew he should’ve have never let Lily out of his sight. He loves her but merlin, she can’t a secret for her life.)
Ginny makes a noise in his mouth and he feels weak in this knees. Forgets the reason he’s doing this, as Ginny captures his wrist and their position is switched with him being pressed painfully on the wall and throughly, kissed. He’s not complaining. He fumbles and manages to run his hands through her skull.
God, he’ll never get over that. The sensation of her hair tangled in his fingers and that sweet, flowery smell that he gets when he gets close. Oh, only if he can see the firey redness of it as she kisses him. But his wand long fallen and light flickered out.
His lungs are starting to burn, and they separate, gasping. Taking in quickly the oxygen needed—damned, restricting human bodies—before they are on each other again.
Yes, Harry thinks, as his heart races and Ginny does that thing with her tongue that he loves, escaping the Christmas party was their best decision ever.
Then, that’s when the wardrobe door flings out and comes, Mrs Weasley’s shriek.
He spoke too soon.
Damn it.
(At least it wasn’t the kids or George, this time.)
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narukoibito · 3 years
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tis the damn season
@whathefawkes It is probably not a shocker that this wip is inspired by Taylor Swift’s “tis the damn season.” It’s a Muggle AU idea I came up for @fightfortherightsofhouseelves ‘s hinnychristmasfest that I never wrote.
Ginny, a professional football player who is going through a rough time in her career, is coming home for the holidays, and she’s taken aback when she sees Harry at King’s Crossing. It’s supposed to be tinged with “what could have been” had they gotten together before she set off to become a professional athlete. 
Who knows if I’ll ever write it, but it would be very wistful, angsty, soft, and with a happy ending because they deserve one.
Here’s the only thing I’ve written, though I have a scene in the car in my mind.
Through the thick steam from the train, she saw him. He was taller, still lanky despite having filled out. He cut a dashing figure in his winter coat, his hands shoved in his pockets. If she recalled from her last letter from Hermione, he was currently training to join Scotland Yard, just like he had always wanted.
“Hey,” Ginny said, hoping she didn’t sound as breathless as she thought.
“Hey,” Harry said. He stood there, his hands still in his pockets, his face tinged pink from the cold, a sheepish smile on his face. It seemed so familiar, it made her chest squeeze with nostalgia. “Something came up, and Ron couldn’t make it. I hope you don’t mind.”
Harry Librarian 
@twentysevensummers Hahaha, god, I really wish this story would write itself so I could read it (and not put in the work). This is the Muggle!Harry librarian story and witch!Ginny story. 
Harry is working as a part-time librarian to pay for his meager apartment and student debt, and there’s this redhead who keeps visiting the library that he can’t get out of his head. Fresh out of Hogwarts, Ginny is working for her dad in the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office after a curse during the war prevented her from trying to be a professional Quidditch player. Can they bring a little bit of magic into each other’s lives? 
Shite, shite, shite.
Harry clutched at his book bag as he dashed through the street. He narrowly dodged a woman who gasped indignantly.
“Sorry!” He shot over his shoulder but kept going.
His damn alarm had, once again, failed him. Well, okay, really maybe it was his fault for accidentally setting it to 7 PM instead of 7 AM, but he’d stayed up until 2 AM studying for his afternoon exam. So could he really be blamed for a mistake that really anyone could make?
And he hadn’t really had time to grab that scone, but he also hadn’t been prepared to handle another four-hour shift on an empty stomach. It reminded him too much of the Dursley’s.
Harry turned the corner and stomped right into a puddle. Cold water sprayed up his right side.
Seriously? 
He stared up at the ivory steps that would not enjoy being marred by his messy attire. A small part of him contemplated throwing in the towel and calling in sick. Catch a few more precious moments of sleep.
Fuck, he really needed this job.
With a heavy heart and heavier sigh, Harry made his way up the library steps. At the entrance, he did his best to wipe his trainers clean before swinging through to behind the staff counter. He glanced about as he set his things behind the reference desk. Maybe no one had noticed.
“Late again, Potter.” 
Of course not. When did he ever have any luck?
His lips pressed hard together before Harry plastered a smile on his face.
I can’t decide if Snape or Madam Piece is his boss, hahaha. 
Anyway, this was supposed to be a fun and funny story with plenty of hijinks as Ginny tries to navigate a relationship with a Muggle, but of course my brain went ahead and added plot and character development so this has been just...bah. Also I’ve rewritten the beginning more than once and it hasn’t hit the sweet spot for me yet, so what I shared may be nixed.
Let me know if you have any other wip asks!
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thedistantdusk · 3 years
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Glowing
To my surprise, I was able to write a second one for the Harry and Ginny Christmas Fest! :p
Thanks to @fightfortherightsofhouseelves for hosting -- this was so much fun! On AO3. 
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It still takes him aback like this when he catches sight of what she looks like at eight months pregnant. Especially when they’re in public. 
When they’re apart, even for a few minutes, it’s almost like he forgets how lovely she is. And he knows Ginny’s lovely, of course. She’s always been lovely... a firecracker combined with a lightning bolt, wrapped in a tiny, beautiful package. But he can’t deny there’s something special about her being pregnant. With his baby. Their baby. 
Even now, as he watches her on Christmas Eve, the thought forces a fleeting grin to his face. He reckons he’s had too much of this mulled wine they started drinking in the kitchen, because he hasn’t heard a bloody word Ron’s said for the past three minutes. Something about broomsticks and Kingsley. Something about Hermione. Whatever. It all buzzes through Harry’s ears as he takes her in. 
But for fuck’s sake, do you blame him? 
He’s used to seeing her at home — their home. He’s far more accustomed to her wearing his pajama pants and relaxing on the couch, a tub of ice cream balanced on her bump. He loves seeing Ginny in absolutely any capacity, but she is a bit dressier now that they’ve gone to the Burrow for Christmas. 
She’s standing by the tree and chatting with George as Harry and Ron recline by the fire. Ginny chose a black dress and matching boots for tonight, an ensemble that became part of her wardrobe last month. It curves around her bump, hugging her hips. Harry’s told her he loves it more times than he can count — and to his surprise, he’s taken her in public to show it off more times than he can count. 
Because at this stage in his life, he doesn’t have the energy to give a shit about what Witch Weekly claims. Maybe he and Ginny did marry too young. Maybe they are jumping the gun on this whole baby thing. Maybe they’re just empty-headed morons who have the audacity to think they deserve happiness. 
But Harry’s the one who watched her grow every single day for the last eight months. He’s the one who’s splayed his hands on her stomach, waiting — with fervent awe — to feel their baby stretch and move inside her. He’s the one who’s watched her grow. 
Suddenly, it’s too much. Being apart from her is too much. He knows he’s a little drunk, but as she stands in front of the tree, her face lit from behind with the dancing fairy lights, she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. 
So he ignores Ron, mid-sentence. He puts his goblet down, he rises to his feet, and strides towards Ginny with the sort of purpose you only find when you’ve been given the perspective of how dark things could have — should have — truly been. 
Ginny turns towards him with a startled look that swiftly shifts to a smirk. “You’ve hit the wine, I see,” she notes, rolling her eyes. “I swear they make it stronger every year, and—"
He cuts her off with a kiss. A tender kiss. The sort that’s still ok to share in front of her family, despite the noises and swears that George makes to her left. She gives a soft sigh beneath his lips, relaxing into his touch; a few moments later, he’s the one who pulls back with a pant when she tries to deepen it. 
“What the hell was that?” she manages, her eyes heavy-lidded as she blinks up at him. “You can’t just do that to a pregnant woman, Harry! An impromptu snog is liable to kill me.”  
“Sorry,” he lies, brushing a stray bit of hair away from her face. Then he leans in, caressing her side, and whispers something into her ear that makes her both laugh and groan. “You’re glowing.”
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littlejeanniebean · 3 years
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“have you lost your mind?” for hinny 😏
“You know, the only thing I was ever the best at was the one thing no one else could do but me,” said Harry late one night.
“Have you lost your mind?” Ginny mumbled into his shoulder. “You’re good at so many things: dueling —”
“‘Mione’s better —”
“— Quidditch —”
“— you’re better, and not that I’m complaining. I bloody love that you’re —”
“Actually, who even cares about being the best at stuff?” Ginny changed her tone entirely. “Nothing in the real world requires you to be even good at stuff. Fred and George had the right idea back in school —”
“Fred and George were brilliant —”
“— just do the bare minimum and have a blooming good time!” she finished, wide awake now, despite it being 2 a.m. “And I mean, you deserve it after all the shit you had to shovel —”
“Gin, I couldn’t pass my silent apparition test and they gave me more tries than they would’ve given anyone else. It’s not fair —”
“Your wife is a happier wife for you not being on the Black Ops team,” Ginny snuggled in closer, her newly short hair tickling just under his nose. 
“Well, I can’t be pushing paper all my life —”
“Yeah, I agree, that is probably the one thing you’re not good at —”
“— but I feel like a hypocrite tagging along on raids just to say, ‘This is Auror Potter! You’re surrounded! Come out with —’ and then they just come out before I can even finish because they’re too damn scared of my name —”
“Oh, come on, it’s funny, you have to admit —”
“I mean, sure, the first few times, but then it just gets —”
“Ironic?”
“You mean considering what Voldemort was like, yeah.”
She looked up at him seriously, her eyes now fully adjusted to the dark. “You are a good Auror, Harry. More importantly, you’re a good man. Some of them are so used to being the hunters, they don’t know what it’s like to be hunted. You do. They might get to don those fancy black stealth cloaks, but you contribute to mission intelligence, you make sure the innocent don’t get dragged through the mire for some shot at the glory of catching a — what’s the Muggle term, a big fish? And — and this is the best part, really, if we’re being totally honest with ourselves, so pay attention —” Ginny moved so she was straddling him. 
Harry sat up a bit so he was leaning against the headboard. “I’m listening.” 
“You get to come home —” She took off her shirt. “— to your beautiful —” She took off her bra. “— incredibly fit —” She took off her knickers. “— wife.”
Harry’s jaw had gone slack while his hands seemed to develop minds of their own. 
“And there’s one more thing that you’re still —” Ginny leaned in to nip his ear. “— undeniably the best at, Mr. Potter…”
Harry cleared his throat, but his voice came out gruff anyway. “What’s that, Mrs. Potter?” 
“Being a very —” She took off his shirt. “— pleasing —” She took off his joggers. “— husband,” she practically purred.
Harry had not lost his mind yet, but he was more than ready to.
imma go set myself on fire now🔥👀 thank you for this tantalizing prompt, @pianistbynight! :D
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ao3feed-jily · 3 years
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Papa Deer, Mama Deer, and Baby Deer
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/34dAwak
by deadptarmigan
One quiet December morning, Harry sorts through some of his parents’s old photographs.
Words: 884, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, James Sirius Potter
Relationships: Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter
Additional Tags: Fluff, hinnychristmasfest
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/34dAwak
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hehron · 3 years
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Snowball
Somehow I was in a very intense writing mode and managed to whip up another one shot for @fightfortherightsofhouseelves hinny Christmas fest!! This is a little hinny au where there was no war, and everyone’s alive. I really love the idea of Harry having friends as a child. So just assume that the marauders all had kids that were his age :) Oh, also, I love the trope of Hermione being Harry’s sister!
Summary: The little sneak from next doors who used to pummel him with snowballs unfortunately grew into a rather attractive minx Harry couldn’t quite get over.
FF.net   AO3
“Incoming!”
“Everyone! To the fort!”
“The fort's fallen!”
“Last chance, losers! Give in!”
“Never! Harry, there's the snow shield!”
“I've got it!” Harry exclaimed, running towards the hedges that separated his and Ron's house. He had picked up the plastic shield, and was brushing the snow off of it when-
“Hey!” He turned around, glaring at his sister. “That's against the rules!”
“I haven't done anything,” Hermione shouted back.
“Yes, you did! You hit me with a snowball!”
“Did not!”
“Did- ow!” He spun around as another snowball hit him in the face. Narrowing his eyes, he peered over the fence, from where someone let out a small giggle.
“Who's there?” He asked, shuffling forward on his knees towards the hole they'd made on the fence last summer. He squeezed through the shrubs tickling at his neck to come face to face with mischievous brown eyes.
“Hello,” She smiled toothily, before hitting his face with yet another snowball.
“Stop that,” He complained, spitting out some of the snow he'd caught in his mouth.
“Why? You're having a snowball fight, aren't you?” She asked, bunching up snow from the pile she'd made.
“We were but-”
“No buts!” She said, throwing it at him again.
“What are you doing? We're losing!” Ori came up beside him, only to be hit by another one of her snowballs. “Hey!”
“You suck at this,” She grinned at them.
“Who is she?!” Ori asked, ducking as she threw another one.
“What are you- Ginny?” Ron said, poking his face in.
“Merry Christmas, brother dearest!” She sang, pelting him with half a dozen snowballs.
“That's it,” Harry said, wiggling out, and throwing one back at her. Unfortunately, she was prepared and took cover behind her snow hill.
“Why are you wasting our time? Just admit defeat or fight!” Hermione stomped over, Teddy and Neville, right behind her.
“It's not our fault! She was the one who started it!” Ori protested, pointing at Ginny's head peeking from behind her hill.
“Who-”
“She's my sister,” Ron said impatiently. “Ginny, I told you to leave us alone!”
“But I want to play!”
“You're a girl! This is a boys-only game,” He said.
“No, it's not! She's playing!” Ginny accused.
“Hermione's not a girl-”
“I am!” Hermione said angrily. “And I say we let her play,” She glared at Ron, much to Ginny's delight.
“That's not fair! You'll have four players then,” Harry protested.
“I'm going inside. I didn't want to play in the first place,” Neville moaned, wiping his nose on his sleeve.
“Come on, we can hide behind my snow hill,” Ginny said to Teddy and Hermione.
“It's still unfair,” Harry whined, as they tried to find a place to hide.
“Why didn't you let her play with us? We could have won,” Ori grumbled to Ron.
“I didn't know she was so good at it!”
“What are you doing here? This is enemy lines,” Ori asked as Teddy joined them.
“They kicked me out! Said they wanted a girls vs boys game!”
“It's four against two,” Ron said hopefully. “We can win this.”
“I don't think so,” Harry said, just as the girls rolled over their snow hill into a gigantic ball and sent it towards them. Before they could even register what was happening, the ball hit them, half burying them in the snow.
“We win!” Ginny and Hermione chanted, walking around them as they loudly protested and tried to free themselves, failing miserably. It was a good Christmas.
20 years later
“Yeah, yeah, it was a great Christmas,” Harry called exasperatedly as he made his way out into the back. As much as he loved both Hermione and Ron, he thought he'd explode if they regaled their proposal one more time.
“The lovebirds are here then?”
Harry turned his head to see Ginny sitting on a box by the friends, a bottle of butterbeer in hand.
“They arrived two hours ago,” Harry said with a slight shudder.
“Merlin! The proposal took two minutes! How on earth do they stretch it out for two hours,” Ginny asked horrified.
Harry snorted. It honestly wouldn't have been so bad, if Ron hadn't forced the plan down his throat a dozen times before proposing.
“They're coming to yours next,” Harry said.
“I was never here. You never saw me, ” She said, looking him dead in the eyes.
He laughed, feeling the familiar burst of excitement like he did every time he saw her. Honestly, it had been too long.
“Been a while, hasn't it?” Ginny smiled slightly, as though reading his thoughts.
“Last World Cup, after your game,” He said, a little too quickly.
“Almost four years,” She nodded, a faraway look in her eyes.
“Heard you're up for this year's team as well,” He commented.
“Yeah,” She said, pursing her lips in a way that was very unlike her. I 
“Big step down from last time's reaction,” He raised his brows, remembering her jubilation.
“I'm thinking of quitting,” She said abruptly.
“Oh,” He didn't know what to say to that. For some reason, he thought she'd play till she was old and wrinkly.
“What are you smiling about?” She asked with narrowed eyes.
“Nothing, never thought you'd want to quit.”
Her lips quirked. “Thought you'd have to pry away the broomstick from my dead, cold hands?” She asked, thinking of all the times she'd used that phrase when her mother protested her choice of a career.
“Something along those lines,” He said, amused.
“I would have thrown a fit if someone told me four years ago that I'd be considering leaving Quidditch,” Ginny commented.
“Why are you leaving, then? Is everything alright?” He asked gently.
“Yes,” She sighed, taking a swig of her butterbeer. “It's just… It's just not fun anymore. I miss home. I'm missing out on so many things. I couldn't even make it to Vic's birthday two years in a row, and I haven't come home for Christmas in what-”
“Three years,” Harry supplied. “I get it. You don't have to justify anything. I was only curious.”
She smiled. “I know. But I'll only quit after the World Cup. Got to set some more records, haven't I?”
“I thought being Witch Weekly's sexiest athlete was the highest honour,” He teased.
“I'm afraid you've been lied to,” Ginny said with mock sympathy.
“Witch weekly? Lie? Never in a million years. Next, you'll be telling me you and Angelina aren't in a scandalous relationship, hoping to conquer the Quidditch world?”
“I'm afraid Angie chose George over me. Don't know why she'd pick his sneaky ass over innocent old me,” She sighed dramatically.
“You? Innocent? You're sneakier than George,” Harry narrowed his eyes at her.
“Oh?” She asked innocently, before pelting his face with snow she'd hidden in her fist, just like she'd done the first time they'd met.
“At least, you don't have a giant mountain to hide behind, this time,” Harry retorted, aiming a snowball at her.
“Who said that?” She laughed before hiding behind a snow hill Vic or Dom had probably made.
“You never play fair!” He accused.
“You sound like all those losers of the opposite team, who just can't admit defeat,” She stuck her tongue out at him as another snowball hit him. “That's how you throw, learn it from a pro,” She bragged.
“That's funny 'cause there's something we aurors do when the other guy is playing dirty,” Harry said.
“What's that?”
“We tackle them to the ground,” He said, spinning her around by the waist.
“Harry! You use magic to catch them!” She shrieked, through her laughter.
“Not in muggle areas!” He corrected, before losing his balance and falling over Vic's hill, Ginny squished between him and the snow.
“Looks like you lost your snow hill,” He murmured, heart beating wildly at how close they were.
“Don't you aurors have to pay for the property damage?” Ginny demanded.
“Ah, you caught me,” He said with mock disappointment. “Go on, name your price, then.”
“You got snow all over my mouth, and now I'm freezing. I think you ought to kiss it better,” She said seriously.
“Oh yeah?” He grinned.
“Yes.”
“Well, if I must,” Ginny's snort of amusement was lost in her throat as he closed the distance between them.
“All better?” He mumbled against her lips.
“Mm,” She smiled.
“You hit me in the face with snow twenty years ago, I think you owe me something too.”
“Well, then,” She said, kissing him again.
“With interest since you're paying me back so late,” She laughed into his mouth, both of them feeling inexplicably happy.
“I'm so glad we're doing this. I have no idea how I'd have managed not to do that if we're going to be organising a wedding,” Ginny said as they pulled back.
“I know I wouldn't have been able to hold back. Besides, isn't it tradition for the Best Man and Maid Of Honour to bet together?” He winked.
She let out a laugh, giving him a short kiss, just as they heard voices from inside.
“It's time for proposal listening again, I guess,” Harry sighed.
“I put some of Fred and George's canary cream in Ron's pudding,” Ginny smirked, and Harry thought that handling what was sure to be an exasperating wedding would turn out to be the most fun in the world if she was there by his side.
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