#married hinny

[briarpotter]

Adorable

@hinnymicrofic

Prompt: “You’re adorable, you know that?” “What?” “Nothing...”

Harry watched as Ginny scrunched her nose with frustration as she tried to dry her hair with her wand. With a chuckle, “Here, let me help.”  He offered. Resigned to her fate, Ginny walked over to Harry, handing him her wand, and turned around so that he could dry her hair.

With a simple flick of the wand, Ginny’s hair bounced back to her natural curls. “Thanks.” She sighed in relief. He gave her wand back, and with a grin, he said, “You’re adorable, you know?” “What?” But Ginny didn’t seem to hear him as she walked over to the closet, looking for suitable clothes to wear. “Nothing.”

“I heard that.” Ginny called. Harry could hear the smile in her voice. “Heard what?” He feigned innocence. “Your compliment. You called me adorable.” “Because you are! You are so adorable and I want it all to myself.”  “Harry!” Ginny whined. “You know I don’t like being called adorable! I’m Ginny Weasley, Quidditch Player Extraordinaire, Fierce Witch with the best Bat Bogey hex known to man!”

“Ginny Potter now.” She felt strong arms engulf her and a husky voice in her ear, making her blush. She whirled around in his arms, grabbing his shirt and pressed her lips to his. She kissed him like there was no return, passionate, and bruising. She felt like she could kiss him forever, and felt safe in his arms in a way that she never had before. She was Ginny Potter, and she completely melted in Harry’s arms.

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[diana-bookfairchild]

@hinnymicrofic May Day 18: Retirement

“Jamie, shhhh.” Teddy hissed.

“Al’s sitting on my hand! Don’t tell me to shush!” Jamie complained.

“Sorry!” Al got up hurriedly.

“Al! Get down! They’ll see us!” Teddy reprimanded. “Merlin, why can’t you two be like Lily? She isn’t murdering any chance of finding out what your parents are keeping secret.”

The scowling three boys and very smug little girl turned to the scene they were trying – very badly – to spy on.

Harry and Ginny Potter were talking to each other very intently, heads bent together. All four children burned to know what the conversation was about.

“I think Mummy’s saying something about flying carpets,” Al said, eyebrows scrunched together.

“Pooh!” James scorned. “Why would they talk about flying carpets just because you like them silly-billy-Ally?”

Al went red. Teddy said something sharply to James, who grudgingly muttered an apology. The next moment, groans and exclamations of disgust erupted.

“They’re kissing!” Teddy sighed.

“Do we have to watch this?” Jamie whined.  

“I think it’s sweet,” Lily said serenely. At further expressions of incredulity and displeasure, she gave them such a withering look that all three of her brothers shut up. “One day, I want a love like that.”

“We’ve been here ages and we still haven’t heard anything,” James began to complain after only a few seconds, because he was the very antithesis of silence.

“Well, we’re not wasting all the effort we put into making this—” Teddy waved a hand at the candle-lit table, “Date thing happen. We need to know what they’re hiding from us.”

“Just because they’re always whispering doesn’t mean it’s a secret,” Al said logically, in an effort to get back in the house where it was much more comfortable. “They’ll tell us soon. Probably.”

“I’m not taking ‘probably’,” James said, apparently on the other side now. “We have to know. We have a right to know!”

“Seems like your right to know has to be unavoidably delayed,” Lily’s high voice came, stumbling over a few words. “Cause mum and dad are going inside now.”

“WHAT?” Came the shriek of the distracted boys and they looked to see that, indeed, their parents were heading back to the house, hand-in-hand and laughing.

“Noooooo!” James collapsed to the ground in a very dramatic display.

Al howled. “Jamie! You’re on my legs! Get OFF!”

“I give up,” Teddy said, mournfully looking to the heavens. “I give up on everything.”  

Inside the house, Harry commented “I think they’ve given up,” to his wife.

Ginny laughed. “About time. I thought the boys at least would riot and leave when we started kissing.”

“As much as their attempts at espionage are entertaining,” Harry said, turning away from the window to smile softly at the sight of Ginny fidgeting with the flower crown he’d just made her. “We should tell them soon. Too much fuss for a little retirement, don’t you think?”

“A little retirement,” Ginny raised an eyebrow. “You’re not the one leaving your career of thirteen years, Potter.”

“Point taken,” Harry laughed.

“Besides, didn’t you enjoy their efforts at setting up a date for us so they could try to eavesdrop? And fail miserably, may I add.”

“Yeah, I feel sorry for them. Hermione said they came to her and Ron begging for all those candles and the dinner and the flowers. So much effort just to fail.” He shook his head, though he couldn’t stop smiling.

“They are getting more desperate,” Ginny conceded. “I’m surprised Lily and Al haven’t been able to convince their brothers to be more reasonable.”

“Getting overruled, I think,” Harry replied. “The other two are a lot older.”

“Fine, we should tell them. I just don’t know how they’re going to take that I’m no longer going to be the star chaser for the Harpies. They love following the team and getting seats to matches.” She sighed worriedly. “Hopefully they’ll buy the ‘reached peak athlete age’ excuse.”

“Hopefully. We don’t want to explain quidditch politics and what it did to you to them,” he agreed.

Ginny sighed again, looking out the window to their children who seemed to be still throwing their little tantrum. “Is it wrong that I’m a little relieved? I love quidditch, but I hated the League politics and the need to win.”

Harry pressed a kiss to her head. “Of course it isn’t wrong. You can find a more peaceful career, relax a bit before that. Especially after how you left.”

“Says the auror,” she teased. “So. Tell the kids tomorrow? They don’t seem to be coming inside any time soon.”

Harry kissed her, and found a matching grin to his. “Tomorrow. Till then. . .” He scooped her up in his arms and she laughed. “I have a few ideas of what we can do. Use this little date they so nicely set up for us, maybe.”

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[tomjamesavery]

I miss Her Written for Ginnyversary with the prompt: #B14 — He waited until her husband was out of the room, then... Read on: AO3

James Potter felt slightly better than before, as he stepped into the Floo at Godric's Hollow. 

His son and daughter-in-law had invited him to dinner at Grimmauld Place, and since Lily, his wife, was currently on an international NGO educational trip, teaching magical orphans in South America, making him quite lonely at home, he was happy for any distraction he could get.

As he was employed at Hogwarts, as the new deputy Headmaster to Minerva McGonagall and  Head of Gryffindor House, he found himself with a lot of time on his hands since the summer break had started two weeks ago.

But that wasn’t on his mind right now, as he dusted himself off, stepping from the Floo into his son’s family’s living room.

“Dad! And on time at that!” Harry happily greeted him, glancing at the old grandfather Clock, engraved with the Crest of the House Black.

James smiled at his son as the two lovingly embraced in a big bear hug.

“24 Years old, and you’re still smaller than me.” James teased, earning him an eye-roll from Harry.

“We’re basically the same height Dad, I guess I’ve just learned to better control my hair,” Harry smirked. “Look at your mop of unruly Potter mess up there!”

James only snorted as he lightly elbowed his son in the side. Neither of them noticed the third person that had entered the room.

“You both have hairstyles worthy of the Potter name.” Ginny had appeared in the doorway, she was wearing a Harpies sweater and grey Jeans, smiling brightly at them. “Now come on you two, dinner is ready, Harry, our Cook, spent the entire afternoon whipping something up for us.” She exclaimed over her shoulder, leaving towards the kitchen again.

James smirked as he saw his son stare after his wife, a lovesick look shaping his face.

“A lucky bastard, that’s what you are.” He teased. Earning him a rude hand gesture from Harry, as the two Potter men made their way into the kitchen as well.

Dinner was a calm affair, Harry had prepared them Beef Wellington with sides of mash, green peas, and Brussels sprouts. James had to admit, his son could cook.

They chatted about what had been going on in their lives recently, Ginny outlining the details of their last Quidditch training, as the two men attentively listened.  Harry told about the new field of work assigned to him since he had been appointed Deputy Head of the Auror Department just last month, it was a commotion and there even had been a party thrown in his name, which he hated.

While James outlined his plans for reworking the garden at Godric’s Hollow, and how he had been keeping himself busy over the last few weeks, pointedly ignoring how much was missing Lily.

While Harry luckily didn’t seem to catch on, James had noticed the looks his daughter-in-law was giving him, she wasn't as oblivious as her husband, and James was once again reminded how she very much had become a real daughter for him and Lily, in all but blood, they loved her unconditionally.

After they had finished the main course James was very certain Ginny had fully caught on to how miserable he had been feeling recently. They were sitting in comfortable silence for a short while, before Harry spoke up again, a big grin crossing his features.

“I’ve tried myself on something special, for dessert tonight, give me a few minutes, I will be in the kitchen!” With those words he stooped up quickly making his way toward the kitchen, whistling as he went.

But James's eyes were already on Ginny, and he waited until her husband was out of the room, before he spoke.

“Yes, I am lonely, I know it's unreasonable, but she’s been gone for four weeks, and she’ll only be back by the end of this month, so in two weeks…” He continued a hint of desperation in his voice. “Ginny I don’t know what to do without her… I can't…”

“James!” He was interrupted by his daughter-in-law, who looked at him in concern, as she continued with a calm voice.

“Breathe! Deep Breaths, In and Out!” She instructed, and James closed his eyes, doing what she said.

“Good that’s better, now listen to me for a second.” Her tone was sweet and she gave him an understating smile.

“We both know how much Lily wanted this, and I know how much you supported her, going there on her own, to do what she loves, helping others.”

“Lily misses you too, and I bet she can’t wait to come back and snog you senseless-“ James smiled at the thought, as Ginny continued.

“-But she wouldn't want you to be miserable here, she wants you to be fulfilled and happy, and of course that doesn't mean that you’re not allowed to miss her, but crying after her like a little lovesick puppy, wouldn't make her happy either if she knew-” Ginny explained.

“-and I can tell you, if there’s anyone that always knows stuff like that, it's her!” She smiled, her face full of understanding.

“So jump into your garden, and get working, or start preparing next year's school plan, whatever, just stay busy, she will be back in two weeks' time anyway, those few days will fly past, I promise!” 

The last words she said made James feel a lot more at ease, Ginny was right, those two weeks would fly by, just like the last four had, he would just keep busy and before he could blink, the love of his life would be back and they would be united again.

“Who wants self-made treacle tart!” James threw open his eyes, just as his son stepped back into the room, holding two plates of dessert.

He suddenly stopped, looking at his wife and father sitting at the table. “Everything alright, you two look so serious somehow?” Harry raised a confused eyebrow. There was a deafening silence for a second until James couldn't but laugh as he and Ginny burst into loud laughter, leaving Harry staring at them in even bigger confusion.

“No Babe, it's fine, we were just talking about how full we were from your wonderful meal.” Ginny lied as she jumped to her feet, chastely kissing her husband on the lips, before turning and shooting James a swift grin as he nodded in thankful reply, reciprocating her smile.

Harry only shook his head, his eyes still wide open in confusion as they switched between James and Ginny. “Sometimes you two are an enigma to me...”

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[startanewdream]

Hinny prompt (you choose, happy, angst, both…) when married Hinny talking about kids

Happy!

The moment that Ginny crossed the threshold of their home, she threw her shoes unceremoniously to the side.

“Long day?” Harry teased, helping her with the shopping bags.

“Do you remember when we decided we wanted a big fancy wedding with hundreds of guests?”

“Er—no.”

“Exactly!” She kissed him softly on the lips before throwing herself on the couch; Harry joined her, placing her feet over his legs so he could massage them. A tiny contented moan left her lips. “Why couldn’t Hermione and Ron elope just like a normal couple?”

“Watch it, your mum hasn't forgiven us still.”

“Oh, don’t worry, you have done nothing wrong. She blames me for deviating you from the right path.” She threw her head back suddenly, closing her eyes as Harry hit a particularly good spot on her foot. “Speaking of the right path—there.”

He laughed. “I’ve been told my hands are magical.”

“And as the only person telling you this — I guess —

"You are," he assured.

"—I've never been more grateful. My feet hurt so much.”

“At least the shopping is over,” he said bracingly.

Ginny sighed. “I wish. I had to leave my dress there for more adjustments.” She popped one eye open, watching him meaningfully. “Turns out I gained a little weight in the last month.”

“Oh.” He couldn’t help his grin. “She didn’t comment anything?” 

She shook her head. “Hermione is too worried about the wedding... We will tell them after they marry, we don’t want to steal their moment.”

Harry nodded. "Knowing Hermione, she will only be upset she didn't realise the signs before."

She snorted.

Then Ginny turned on the couch so she could nest against his chest; Harry’s hand fell to her waist.

“It doesn’t look like you’ve gained weight yet,” he mumbled.

“I will let you know my boobs look amazing.”

Harry sighed happily, “Gin—your boobs are amazing.”

#Married Hinny #Hinny #Discussing kids in a way #I had this scene in my mind and I just wanted to write it so much #thanks for giving me this prompt!

[aat2184]

And then they were five...

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[hinny-canons]

@hinnymicrofic prompt 24: First

Their first kiss had been magical, dreamy, blissful, and every happy feeling Harry had even felt. It felt like a breath of air, like her finally found that one think he’d been missing.

Their first kiss after the war had been soft, gentle, and comforting. The feeling that they survived and were together made it better. But there was also the feeling that they lost a lot of people, a lot that they cared about. Being alive was a blessing for them.

Now, here they are, Harry is watching her walk done the aisle with her Dad. Knowing that they were about to share their first kiss as a married couple.

As Mr. and Mrs. Potter.

#hinny #hinny fanfiction #married hinny

[ginnyw-potter]

A terrible, terrible divorce

also on AO3

Harry moped about. He didn’t like the house empty, the kids not there, and Ginny staying over at the Burrow for the time being. He was throwing himself into work, as he should with the upcoming top-secret mission, but he missed them terribly.

The doorbell rang and he stood up. He opened the door to his wife. His jaw tightened as he hadn’t expected her now. It was her turn with the kids.

“Sorry,” she said. “Albus forgot his blankie and you know he can’t sleep without it.” Ginny looked tired. As if she also slept awful sleeping apart.

“Come inside,” he said, opening the door fully. “I’ll go get it.” He ran upstairs and looked around for it. He had not bothered cleaning up their mess of toys. It made it feel like his kids were coming right back.

He grabbed the blanket off the bed of their youngest and carried it down. He handed it to Ginny. She stuffed it into her bag and turned, walking towards the door.

“Gin. Hold up,” he said, tired of restraining himself around her. He missed her terribly.

She turned back around, her eyes curious. She waited for him to speak.

“Do you need to be in a hurry?” he tried.

She chewed her lip for a moment as she turned back around towards him. She didn’t reply. He walked up to her and touched her cheek.

“Harry...” she said, not giving in to him.

“Please,” he tried.

He kissed her softly and she returned it, leaning into him. This encouraged him, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. She sighed against him, hesitated for a moment and then kissed him breathless with much vigour. It took them quite some time to break apart.

Ginny leaned her forehead against his shoulder. “Harry, this is bad,” she complained.

“I miss you,” he told her. “I need you.”

She lifted her head, her eyes meeting his. “We need to sell this ‘going through a divorce’ thing to everyone if we want to find out who the mole in your department is.”

He sighed deeply. “I know but I am figuring out I don’t really... function without you.”

She chuckled and pulled his hips toward her. They were barely apart. “That’s not news to me.”

He mumbled a retort and leaned into her, kissing her neck softly as his hands attempted to find any piece of exposed skin. It felt so forbidden, he felt like a teenager again. It spurred him on too.

“If I don’t return soon, mum will be here, ready to hex you,” she argued but yet made no attempt to untangle herself from him. “She still thinks you cheated on me; she won’t hesitate to come get me from your evil hands.” She said the last part with a chuckle as his hands crept up her back under her shirt.

“Then we better make it quick,” Harry argued, quirking an eyebrow.

She arched into him with a sigh. “Dammit, Potter. How are you still the only one who can get me this hot and bothered.” She set her bag down, knowing she lost the battle.

He turned around and grinned at her as he dragged her up the stairs. “Come on, Potter. I’ll show you exactly why. Quickly. We don’t want your mother to find us after all.”

“You should undress fast then.” She grinned as he took out his wand and waved it, vanishing all his clothes. She looked at him smugly. “That works for me.”

#hinny #fic #married hinny #drabble

[harryandginnydeservesbetter]

Harry : I have feelings for you

Ginny : I have feelings for you too

Harry : So what are we?

Ginny: ✨feelers✨

Hermione : ....I hate you both so much

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[prismolovesfanfiction]

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

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

so she was more Voldemort's infatuation

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[hinevra-blog]

@hinnyfest day 4

Prompt--In the holyhead harpies locker room

Ginny was in the shower 🚿, in the holyhead harpies locker room, letting the water run through her body as she tried to gather herself after today's match.

It had been exhilarating, exhausting, exciting but not to forget her very best. She had broken records, she had broken the most goal scored by a chaser record. She was so emotional she though she might cry.

She flinched a little when the door to the shower opened but leaned back against his chest when she realized who it was.

Suddenly she couldn't hold it in anymore and turned around in his arms and cried her heart out.

Harry just held her close and whispered sweet words in her ears.

"I'm so proud of you Gin" he said "Teddy and Jamie are bragging to anyone who'll listen that you're their mum"

"It really happened didn't it, Harry?" Ginny looked upto him before burying her face in his neck.

"If you don't believe me, just try stepping out of this locker room" Harry said with a humorous lint in his voice.

Ginny grinned against his shoulder, already feeling better.

#hinny prompt #hinny headcanon #30daysprompts #ginny weasley #post war hinny #married hinny #james potter #hinnyedit #hinny fluff #quidditch #lily potter #hinnyfest

[writteninart]

Let's bffr because we all know damn well that Harry has more chemistry with his fucking broom than with Ginny. No hate on Ginny though.

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[ginnycupid]

Hinny ✧.*

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[diana-bookfairchild]

@fluffbruary Day 9

Harry was home.

Lightheaded relief filled her entirely, and even her son seemed to settle against her stomach. She laid a hand on it, trying to breathe through the sheer joy of having her husband back home safe. She knew he had to do it, she loved him for it, and she supported him through it, but it was still a nightmare every time he left for more than three days, especially when he couldn’t communicate.

Harry came to the couch, pale as a ghost, the lost expression he always had after a particularly bad mission fading away as he caught sight of her. Ginny beckoned him over imperiously.

“Dada!” Jamie cried, waving his fat little fists around. Harry picked him up and spun him around, his entire face softening.

“Hey, my baby,” Harry said, pressing a kiss to his hair. “Were you good for Mummy and Aunt Luna?”

“No, he wasn’t,” Teddy called from beside the fireplace, not taking his eyes off his book. The eight-year-old grinned anyway. “He screamed the roof off at bath time.”

“And I suppose you were a lot better?” Harry asked, sounding amused, an eyebrow raised skeptically.

“I was!” Teddy nodded enthusiastically.

“Uh huh. How about you tell me what you did?”

Jamie and Teddy gabbled on cheerfully, Harry nodding solemnly as though he could understand every single word. Ginny smiled at the sight, feeling tears sting at her eyes.

Oh no. She hated pregnancy hormones.

Harry set Jamie next to Teddy, who instantly abandoned his book in favour of entertaining his little brother. Jamie laughed gleefully when Ted tickled him.

Ginny raised her arms tiredly when Harry came over to her, and they kissed languidly, for once not being interrupted by children or her annoying brothers (though she often thought and said those were one and the same).

“And how is my amazing daughter?” Harry asked, hand coming up to caress her belly.

Ginny rolled her eyes. “I’ve told you, Potter, he’s a boy.”

“Yes!” Teddy called. “I want another godbrother!”

Harry had that exasperated, withering look which struck fear in the hearts of criminals and made his family laugh at the snark to follow. “What, so you have someone else to blame for stealing cookies from the jar when you do it?”

“He could just as easily blame Surtiyem for it even if they were a girl,” Ginny said amusedly as Teddy’s hair turned pink in confession.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Okay, whichever gender the baby is, we’re not going to name them Surtiyem.”

Ginny smirked. They both knew she had no intention of actually using that name. “And how are you going to stop me? I’ll have the name on the birth certificate before you know it.”

“As I recall, you were high on pain potions when Jamie was born.” He grinned. “No way you’d be able to write something legible.”

She huffed. “It’d be more legible than your chicken scratch—”

“Mama!” Jamie called, and both adults’ attention immediately went to the children. “Eddy!”

“He wants my book,” Teddy grumbled. “But what if he tears it? What if he—” He caught himself. “It’s mine.” He insisted fiercely.

Ginny caught Harry’s eye. The book had been found by Harry in Remus’ cottage, which had been left to him in the will. It was a children’s story book, and Teddy had been fascinated with it ever since learning whom it had belonged to. She certainly couldn’t fault him for it. But how was she to explain that to a barely three-year-old?

Harry went over and crouched in front of the boys. “Jamie, would you like it if Teddy suddenly just wanted one of your toys?”

Jamie shook his head stubbornly.

“Then can you understand why Ted doesn’t want you to touch his book?”

There was a pause, and the infant reluctantly nodded.

“Good boy.” Harry ruffled his hair. “But Teddy, you can hold it and still let Jamie see, yes? It’s yours, and so you don’t have to agree, but sharing things with your brother—”

“Is necessary,” Teddy completed resignedly. “’Kay, Harry.”

He reluctantly showed Jamie the pictures, and when he cooed over them excitedly, Teddy began to warm up to the idea of showing James the book. Harry stayed for a couple of minutes, watching carefully for any trouble, eyes full of affection, before pressing kisses to both of their heads and coming back to Ginny.

“Well well, Mr Potter,” She murmured. “You as a dad is hot.”

Harry grinned. “Thanks, Mrs Potter.” He frowned suddenly. “I heard something like that in the office. DIFF, or something?”

Ginny pressed her lips together in an attempt to stifle her laughter. “DILF, you mean?”

“Yeah!” He said proudly. “What does that mean?”

Leaning over, she whispered the full-form in his ear, careful to make sure the kids weren’t eavesdropping. Teddy had developed quite the vocabulary of swear words from the lot of them, and Jamie worshipped the ground he walked on and would definitely copy.

“What?!” He exclaimed. Ginny completely lost control, subsiding into giggles. “Who – I – in the office—” He looked flustered.

“You know, it’s sad that you still think you’re not the most desirable person alive—” she said conversationally. “You’d think after winning Witch Weekly’s Sexiest Wizard and Winner of ‘Wish He Wasn’t Married’ twice in a row you’d know that—”

“Hey, I had Undesirable Number One plastered across my face everywhere for a year, that takes its toll,” Harry said indignantly. “I found one of those old posters in Gawain’s office recently, hilariously enough. It brings up memories!”

She clicked her tongue. “Stop making excuses, Potter. You just keep making them one after the other—”

He laughed throatily, pressing his forehead to hers. “Well, I’ve always been a one-woman man, Weasley. Reason enough?”

“Just another excuse.” But she couldn’t help smiling, and she leaned up with difficulty to kiss him.

“Is this one of the things where Uncle Ron pretends to gag and vomit when he sees you?” Teddy asked interestedly.

They broke apart, smiling wryly. It was very hard to get a good romantic moment with kids needing attention every other minute.

“Something like that, Ted,” he said.

“Unca Ron?” Jamie asked, looking excitedly around for his godfather.

“Jamie,” Ginny said solemnly. “Promise me you’ll never listen to stuff Uncle Ron says and betray me like Teddy did.”

Jamie looked confused. Teddy crossed his arms and pouted. “Not a ‘trayal!” He insisted. “Harry said it was sorta right! The real betrayal would’ve been wearing Cannon orange instead of Holly green,” he said, pointing at his dark green hair, pleased.

“Oh yeah. You ever do that, you’re disowned, Teddy Bear.” Ginny said gravely.

Teddy looked supremely unconcerned. “You might, but Granma won’t.”

“Besides, that’s your hair colour, Gin,” Harry pointed out idly, his arm around her waist. “Would you say having ginger hair is a betrayal? Now,” his voice dropped very low. “What we did in your locker room last year on the other hand. . .”

“Harry James Potter!” Ginny shrieked, trying to hide her laughter. She remembered the locker room fiasco. Her teammates were a bunch of voyeurs.

James looked up inquiringly. “Not you, Jamie. Your dad’s just being an idiot.” Ginny told him.

“And you’re both being disgusting,” Teddy said, in an amazing reproduction of Percy’s loftiest tone.

Ginny could pick out in Teddy so many tiny bits of the people she loved: there was the way he laughed, tilted his head when he thought and sat, exactly the way Remus had; seeing the way he scrunched his nose up was like seeing Tonks again; his questioning eyebrow raise, the covering of a smile as though it weren’t allowed and scornful look were exact copies of Harry; and the way he furrowed his eyebrows together when he read was all Hermione.

Even in physical appearance. Whatever colour his hair might be, it was always the wild Potter hair. His eyes were perpetually the same shade as Harry’s. His nose was long and freckled like Ron’s. His aristocratic Black jawline was identical to Tonks’, Andromeda’s and Sirius’. His giant ears were ditto to George’s. The thing was that Ginny didn’t think any of those were on purpose. There wasn’t much study about metamorphmagi, but she thought they subconsciously based looks (other than eyes and hair which were obvious) on the people they looked up to. And Ginny found it both happy and indescribably sad that his looks were such an amalgamation of different people rather than majorly Tonks and Remus, the way it should have been.

Still. She had learned since the war to take the small joys where they came, even if it was with bittersweet sadness.

Harry checked the old grandfather clock across the hall. “Sure thing, big guy. Bedtime’s soon. Go get your overnight bag from Andromeda’s.”

“Bedtime?” Jamie asked in a whimper, sounding like all the horrors of the world were contained in that single word. “No! Wanna stay.”

Ginny kissed Harry’s cheek and went and scooped her son up in her arms. “Sorry, kiddos. When we say it’s bedtime, it’s bedtime.”

“We’re the bosses,” Harry added, throwing his legs up on the couch.

“TYRANNY!” Teddy howled like it was a deeply moving war cry.

“Are you and Hermione doing that advanced reading thing again?” Harry said, sounding exasperated. “Didn’t we decide to pause on that?”

“But the school story books are booooring,” Teddy whined.

“And I’ve told you, once you get your science grade up to the mark, we’ll reconsider the—”

“Harry,” Ginny interrupted, Jamie yawning in her arms. “Maybe tomorrow?” She nudged her head toward the calendar and saw realization flit across her husband’s face. It was the full moon. Effects on Teddy varied from moon to moon, but he always became easily irritable and incredibly tired. It wasn’t a good day for this confrontation, though she certainly agreed Teddy couldn’t be allowed to skip ahead in one subject while ignoring all the others.

“Good idea,” Harry let the topic go, instead jabbing his wand at the fireplace to make the flames go higher and crouching next to Teddy. “Hey, how about we cuddle on the couch and you read to me until you fall asleep? We can continue the discussion tomorrow.”

“I’m a big boy, I don’t cuddle,” Teddy insisted, though he clearly wanted to. Ginny watched, smiling.

“But I need it. Mission was hard, Ted,” he said, and though it was playful, she saw genuine exhaustion on his face. She made a note to coax a rant out of him later. That always made him feel better.

Teddy stared up at him with wide eyes. “Okay. You got the bad guys?”

“Every single one of them,” Harry promised, the words coming across a lot heavier to her than to Teddy. He looked up and smiled softly at her, breaking the solemnity. “Gin? Joining us?”

Ginny hesitated. She ought to put Jamie to bed and set up the monitoring charms.

“Pwease, mumma?” Jamie said beseechingly.

“Maybe just this once,” she conceded, and all three males cheered. She sat on the couch, putting her legs up. Jamie crawled from her lap to Harry’s, and Teddy snuggled against her shoulder. Harry wrapped an arm around her waist, and the two of them exchanged a happy look over their sons’ heads.

“Ever thought you’d get here?” She asked in a whisper, as Jamie and Teddy argued about the story choice.

He laughed. “Never,” he confessed. “But I couldn’t be happier.”

She blinked the happy tears from her eyes, resting a hand on her stomach. An amazing career. Her incredible infuriating and yet reliable family. Her many friends. Her three beloved boys, plus another child coming.

She remembered watching Luna play the piano once. Her friend had commented that the harmony of the way she played matched her mother’s – that there was no better peace than with the memory of someone you love.

Ginny felt that harmony every time she looked at Harry. And she couldn’t be gladder for it.

He put it pretty well.

“Neither could I,” she agreed, and they settled down for story time.

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Younger Sisters and Older Brothers Written for the Ginnyversary Bingo Challenge with the prompt: “I dread the sound of his key in the lock." Read on: AO3 Ginny felt bored as she was lounging on the sofa in their living room, a bowl of crisps in her lap. She was watching the news on this amazing muggle machine Harry had recently gotten them.  Something something recession, a government in uproar, basically everything was like always.

She decided to turn off the machine, going for a more civilised form of entertainment, eyeing the steamy novel on their coffee table she had recently bought. Now would be the perfect time, she was home alone, undisturbed by husband or family, just herself and the Saturday afternoon sun shining in through the big living room window, bathing the room in a pleasurable shade of yellow.

She swiftly put the half-finished bowl of crisps to the side, wiping her hands on the kitchen roll she had prepared earlier.  Turning on the sofa she used the pillows to build herself a little makeshift backrest, as she now laid on the sofa, stretching out her legs.

Her left arm reached out to grab the still brand new book from their little brown coffee table, almost knocking over the glass of Sauvignon Blanc she had prepared herself earlier. Oh what an afternoon she had ahead, just perfect, she would enjoy every second.

She finally picked up the book, reading the title again. “Spice on the Ice, her toes weren’t the only thing that curled.” —A steamy romance between the athletic Curling Woman of the Season and the innocent ice preparation Boy.

It sounded promising she thought, opening the book and turning the page to the first chapter. “Barry was 24 and never had felt love, this changed the day he came face to face with Anne, the leading female Curling Player of this year's season…

Ginny was thrown from her short moment of metaphysical bliss as she heard the all too familiar sound of keys rattling in their lock. Letting out a long sigh she closed the book again, putting it back on the coffee table next to her, waiting for whoever was out there to finally open the door. It couldn’t be Harry she thought, he had told her that he would be staying in late today.

The shrill noise of rattling keys still filled the apartment. Whoever it was, seemingly unsuccessful with unlocking the door, gave Ginny a strong suspicion of who was currently trying to unlock their main entrance.

She truly dreaded the sound of his key in the lock. 

“You have to lift the door handle, otherwise the keys won’t snap into place, Ron!” Ginny called out, annoyance clear in her voice.

After another few seconds, she finally heard the long-awaited ‘click’ as the door fell open and an all too familiar tall lanky redhead stumbled into the dressing room.

“Oh, hi Ginny!” He waved his face slightly flushed. “This blasted door! I’ve been telling Harry to fix the lock for the last ten times I’ve been here.” He turned looking at the object in question again, only shaking his head.

Ginny snorted. “If you reminded him ten times you could have finally remembered how to actually open it!” She called out, not in the mood for Ron’s logic.

“Well, no… I guess… I don’t know. Anyway, I was looking for something, do you have any sugar?” Ron asked, now looking at Ginny in question.

Ginny simply stared at him in return she wasn’t sure what to reply to that. Ron and Hermione’s apartment wasn’t close, there were about fifty supermarkets and other shops closer to them than her and Harry’s place.

“You know that you can just buy sugar? Like, everywhere!” She told him, confusion edged onto her face. “There’s literally a Waitrose two minutes from your apartment, Hermione told me she always goes there for groceries.”

Ron smiled at her, a hint of embarrassment on his face as he was scratching his neck. “Erm, that one was closed!”

Ginny knew he was lying. But she would play along with whatever ridiculous reason her thick-skulled brother had made up, to not go to any of the supermarkets around them. “Closed you say? On a Friday afternoon at five pm? They must’ve changed their opening hours, I better call Hermione and tell her that she needs to adjust her—”

“No! Please don’t tell Hermione!” Ron cut her off, panic in his voice.  “I was lying, this Waitrose place does have open, but… it’s embarrassing to say… I don’t—“

“You can tell me, Ron, I am your sister. Whatever it is, I can and will try to help you.” Ginny honestly told him, she knew her youngest older brother often struggled with getting into the muggle world, especially since his girlfriend was muggleborn, and all those things were normal to her.

Ron seemed hesitant for a second, before he finally spoke up, still a hint of unsureness in his voice. “I guess I just don’t really know how that whole paying with card thing works, Hermione left me our card but I don’t know what to do with it, how do they take the money from it?”

Ginny grinned. “Ohh that’s it? I can show you if you want!” She quickly glanced at her watch before meeting his gaze again. “I need to get some groceries for the weekend anyway, give me five minutes and we’ll get some together, and I will explain to you how a debit card works!” 

Ron’s face broke out into a wide smile. “Brilliant! Thanks, Ginny! You’re the best younger sister one could wish for!” He loudly exclaimed, making Ginny giggle.

“I know, ickle Ronnikins! I know.”

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[startanewdream]

#5 - Hate, for April @hinnymicrofic

She is just getting ready for bed when Harry enters their room; she expects a comment about her nightgown, maybe even an appreciative whistle, but Harry remains silent, and when Ginny turns to watch him, she finds the oddest calm expression on his face.

"Harry?"

"Ah?" He sounds only distracted, moving around the room to change clothes without really noticing anything.

She pauses him as he is grabbing his Auror cloaks—it's the middle of the night, he's not on duty.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it's—" But his voice fails; he cannot meet her gaze. "Just tired."

"Okay... Any news from work?"

"No."

"How are the kids?"

Now his calm mask breaks for a second, but all Harry says is: "Fine. I tucked them in."

She caresses his arm softly. "Has anything happened?"

Harry stares at her then, lips trembling, looking more frightened that she has seen him in years. "Yeah, it's just—Jamie was upset because he wanted to stay awake longer and—and he said he hates me."

Her expression softens; Harry looks away. "Harry... you know he didn't—"

"He meant it. I could see in his face—"

"He is eight. You are the world to him, I can assure you that none of the kids hate you."

"I don't know," Harry mumbles, accepting her hug now without even seeming to notice it. "I always thought I would be a failure as a father, maybe this was just—"

"This was a young child saying something hurtful without understanding its meaning. Just a tantrum. Did you let him awake after that?"

"N-no. I just turned off the lights and closed the door."

"Good. Look, Mum did plenty of things that annoyed me. But now I know that she only meant well, even when we disagreed, even though I still think I wouldn't make the same choices." She gives him a sad smile. "Do you remember at the beginning of the battle? When I couldn't join the fight?"

He almost chuckles. "I remember you joining anyway."

"Well, before that. I was angry and I was upset and I told Mum that I hated her. She was going to fight, she could have died and yet I was only thinking about myself... and I was sixteen, twice James' age, so I knew exactly what it meant—and it wasn't true anyway. It was just something that I knew would hurt her, because if love is powerful, then so should be hate." She stands on her tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek. "Jamie loves you; he won't like all your parenting choices—he certainly complains about my every decision—but he will always love you."

"I just—things seemed so easier with Teddy that I thought... I don't know, I thought I could be really good at it."

"Telling your son to go to sleep because he has classes the next morning it not being bad at it, Harry." Ginny smiles softly. "You are a good father, the best our children could have."

"Maybe they deserved someone who actually had a fa—"

"Don't," she says, warninigly. "You got plenty of people in your life that were your family. You are the most loving person I've ever met. You are not broken."

He sighs, pushing them to sit on the bed. His eyes are still closed, as if trying to brand her words on his brain, when there is a knock on the door.

"Come in."

It's James, his expression very sheepilish, his hands behind his back.

"James—you should be in bed," Ginny reminds him.

"I will, Mum, I—" He glances at his father. "Can I talk to Dad?"

She looks at Harry; he nods, and James walks to them, sitting on his father's lap as he hasn't done ever since he was seven (and thus, too old for things like that, he'd claimed).

"Dad?" James' voice is trembling. "I am sorry, I don't hate you. Can you not hate me too?"

Something snaps on Harry's face as he hugs his oldest son. "Oh, Jamie, I don't hate you. I'd never."

"I'm sorry I didn't want to sleep. I wanted to play more."

"You know that if you stay awake, you'll be asleep in class, and then you won't get to play with your friends?"

"Oh." James' eyes are wide. "I hadn't thought... but I'm not sleepy now."

Harry runs his hand through his son's hair affectionately. "How about I tell you a story until you sleep?"

James' eyes sparkle. "With dragons and basilisks?"

"And mermaids. Go to your room, I'll be right there."

James nods, excited, and jumps to his feet. He is on the door when he turns back, runs to give Ginny a kiss on the cheek ("Night, Mum"), then he bolts out of the room.

Ginny looks to Harry; he is smiling, and she knows he will be okay.

"I'll wait awake for you," she promises. "You can tell me a bedtime story as well."

Harry kisses her softly on the lips. "I hope you won't fall asleep then."

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Ginny: Mummy will tell you a story about a boy with hair as dark as blackboard and eyes as green as a fresh pickled toad.

Lily-Lu: Like Albus?

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