#pregnant!hinny

[enigmaticemperor]

It's November 10th. Not October 31st.

Written for @hinnyfest

#10 I’m so lucky to be able to live this life with you

James giggled and flailed his legs around as Harry tried in vain to get him to stay still.

“Come on, James,” he cooed, “Let Daddy change your diaper. You don’t want to sleep in poo, do you?”

“Poo-Poo!” James told Harry seriously, pointing to his diaper. He turned fifteen months old today and they went all out, a massive party with their friends and family at their home, wanting to make a new memory to signify a Potter child turning fifteen months old. 

Harry was surprised that James still had the energy to do all this, when he just wanted to close his eyes and drift off, preferably cuddling with his wife. James was always a hyperactive kid, though, he surmised.

“I know, Jay. Poo-poo. That’s why I’m trying to change it.” He showed James a clean one to get him to understand. 

He might have understood, as he stopped moving around. Harry let out a sigh of relief but James immediately started clapping his hands and shouting, “Bubba!”

“Bubba?”

James nodded vigorously and said, “Dada! Bubba!”

“I think he means bubbles.”

Harry turned around to see Ginny leaning against the doorframe, in one of his old Gryffindor hoodies, which submerged her, going up to mid-thigh, covering her underwear, not looking like she was five months pregnant. She had a radiant smile adorning her face, her arms were crossed, and her fiery red hair cascaded down her shoulders in waves. Harry thought she was becoming even more beautiful every day.

“Oh! So you want bubbles, Jay?” He turned to James and smiled.

James returned a toothy smile, clapping and shouting “Bubba!” the whole time.

Harry took out his wand and silently made different coloured bubbles of various shapes and sizes appear out of the tip as James fell silent and stared mesmerised, trying to poke the ones that floated near him with his tiny fingers.

He was immediately flooded with a memory.

He remembered the scene through Voldemort’s eyes.

James Potter was making Harry laugh, conjuring multicoloured bubbles out of the tip of his wand, moving around swiftly as Harry wobbled around, trying to chase after the bubbles and giggling loudly every time his tiny fingers popped one.

Lily Potter was smiling and laughing along, looking at them adoringly and full of love.

He remembered Voldemort feeling a perverse pleasure at the pain he was about to inflict on the family as he blasted open the front door.

He didn’t know there were tears running down his cheeks until James wobbled over and hugged him around the waist. He hugged his son back as a pair of freckled arms enclosed both of them and Ginny started lightly kissing his spine, whispering sweet nothings.

He hugged James tighter, kissed his forehead, and James grinned at him. Harry went back to changing his son’s diaper and James didn’t even complain once. His attention was reclaimed by the bubbles. Harry gave a watery chuckle.

He picked James, who immediately snuggled into him, right thumb in his mouth and his left hand reaching for Harry’s hair, twirling it around his index finger.

He turned around and Ginny immediately placed a hand on his heart. She understood him so well. His heart swelled with love for his wife, and both his children. He wouldn’t have dared to dream of this seven years ago.

“I’m so lucky to be able to live this life with you.”

Ginny looked at both of them. She didn’t even want to imagine Lily’s sacrifice not being enough or her children being hunted down by a power-hungry monster. She just couldn’t.

“Me too.”

Constructive criticism is always welcome!

#hinnyfest #harry potter #ginny potter #hinny #james sirius potter #pregnant!hinny #pregnant!ginny #ginny x harry #harry x ginny #james potter #lily potter #lily evans #jily #mentions of THAT night #it's not oct31 i keep telling myself #yes i headcanon them calling him jay #fight me

[ginnyw-potter]

No more late nights Written for @hinnymicrofic, January prompt 13: Mail

Harry heard Ginny gasp as she walked into the hallway.

“Since when do we get fan mail delivered to the door,” she complained.

He could hear her kick off her shoes like she did every evening.

“It’s not fan mail,” he told her from his desk. He had one box open and had taken out the first folder.

“Please tell me this isn’t work…” she muttered as she walked into his office. “You said no more late nights…” Her hand caressed her bump, as if to emphasise why he had promised. She raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

“It isn’t,” he told her. He handed her the folder.

With a sigh she opened it, but her expression immediately softened. “Your parents…”

“After we discussed naming that little one over there James,” he said, pointing at her belly. “It made me realise how little I knew about them. I want to be able to tell our kids what they were like and so… I made a special request with the Minister of Magic…”

“I am sure Kingsley had many objections,” Ginny said, reading on.

“The Auror department had a file on nearly all the Order members at one point or another,” he continued. “It’s not perfect, but there is actually plenty on them. Mentions in the paper of what they did… reports from Hogwarts professors…” He swallowed. “Kingsley even took some time out to assign ‘unkown’ duels to them, because he knew it was them of course, so I could have all of it.”

Ginny smiled at him. “That’s lovely.”

She came to sit on his lap and he kissed her cheek. She put down her folder and pointed.

“Yes, it looks like my dad runs his hand through his hair as well,” he commented.

Ginny looked at him brightly. “In exactly the same way!”

He chuckled. “Well, our boy may inherit it as well.”

Ginny laughed and leaned into him. “Oh, Merlin. That’s promising.”

#hinny #hinnymicrofic #microfic #pregnant ginny #fluff #fic

[booksforevermore13]

Late night cravings

Summary: Midnights are the ideal time for Ginny to realize she loves brownies. And bananas. And the need for Harry to make her some. Pure fluff.

A/N: A short something I wrote after a highly stressful week. Plotline suggested by the all-wonderful @chef-hagrid.

...

“Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind

Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneaking in.”

...

This was the second night in a row, she couldn’t sleep. Midnights, she decided, were positively more tiresome than the mornings.

Ginny turned around again, careful not to roll over on her belly. She huffed, frowning as she felt the cold absence of her husband beside her on the bed.

She was hungry, she realised. Which was odd. It hadn’t been even three whole hours since she had eaten. 

Ginny wasn’t even really hungry, she realised. She just…she was just hungry for brownies. And bananas. Especially bananas. Ginny groaned, then got up, her back cracking as she sat up on the bed. 

“Fuck it,” she cursed, as she put on her slippers and headed towards the kitchen. She hated it when Harry was off on his night missions, leaving her all alone in the house. Especially now, when she was so satirically lonely.  And hungry.

Come to think of it now, Harry really had been going on quite a few night missions lately. This week alone, he had not been home at all during the nights.

Ginny brought out a pan, turned on the oven, then left everything on the counter and gazed at the clock. Four more hours and he’d be back home. Before he’d have to leave again.

She huffed, then set to work. While she didn’t know, per say, how to make brownies, Ginny figured….it wouldn’t be that hard. Flour, eggs, cocoa, milk, how hard could it really be?

She had never even cracked eggs before though. Something about a glob of slimy things coming out of a cracked shell irked her. She’d seen Harry make eggs before, seen her mum too. Last time she was at Hermione and Ron’s, she’d helped Hermione make dinner, and Hermione had made eggs too. Eggs weren’t hard.

Obviously.

One and a half hours later, Ginny rethought her statement. 

Eggs were hard. So was flour, cocoa, and the weird bitter tasting powder that Ginny had measured up in a small bowl and left aside. 

She stepped back, her clothes lathered in egg whites and flour, frustration clouding all rational thoughts in her head.

“When the hell is he going to come back?” she muttered angrily, throwing her apron aside, as she switched off the now hot oven. In a fit of rage, she scooped up some cocoa into her mouth and then grabbed a banana, biting into it to lighten the bitter feeling in her mouth.

“Brownies can go to hell,” she muttered, stomping back into the bedroom, flinging the banana peel into the bin. 

And as Ginny got back into the bed again, she glanced once again at the clock, noting the time until he’d be back beside her.

It wasn’t even something she tried to hide, but she missed him.

Terribly.

…

…

As luck would have it, as would the sun, when Ginny woke up, she was tucked against his side. 

Even without opening her eyes, his mere scent comforted her, nearly lulling her back to sleep. 

Ginny opened her eyes, looking up to see the sleeping form of her husband. 

His hair lay messily on his forehead, his eyes crinkling once in a while as he slept. Ginny smiled, all her frustration towards him the previous night vanished in a trace. 

“Staring’s considered rude, you know,” Harry said softly, and Ginny smiled, lightly brushing her hand through his hair.

“Well, excuse me for staring at my husband,” she quipped and Harry opened his eyes, gazing down at her with those bright green eyes.

“Three years and I still can’t believe it sometimes,” he softly said.

“Believe what?”

“That you call me husband.”

Ginny laughed, her laugh echoing through the room, the sunlight trickling in through the gap in the curtains. She placed her hand on her belly as if by instinct, then looked up at Harry, a smile on her face.

“So..” Harry smirked, “you want to tell me what happened in the kitchen last night?”

The smile vanished. Ginny made a face, and then frowned up at him. “I was hungry -”

“I figured.”

“- for brownies.” 

Harry lightly chuckled, then grabbed his glasses from the bedside table, putting them on before turning to face his wife.  

“It isn’t even just brownies,” she went on. “Bananas. I have an inhuman, unexplainable craving for bananas, and old me would just be.. borderline revolted, but I can’t stop thinking about banana puddings, and banana chips, and -”

“- bananas in general,” Harry finished. “You know there could be a dozen more interpretations of that,” he smirked, raising an eyebrow suggestively, laughing as Ginny lightly smacked him on the arm.

“Anyway,” Ginny rolled her eyes, “I, yes I, was trying to make banana brownies last night, but as you already saw, that went exactly as I wanted it to.”

Harry laughed, bringing Ginny closer to his face, before kissing her gently on the forehead. Then, as if deep in thought, he buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. 

“You want me to whip up a fresh batch?” he said, his voice muffled by her hair. 

“Really?” Ginny grinned, her eyes lighting up almost immediately, “you up for that?”

“Always, madame,” Harry smiled, rolling out of bed, and bowing gallantly, smiling at Ginny’s laughing figure. 

In the morning, she realised, all was well.

…

...

It clearly wasn’t, she thought, as she waddled over to the kitchen. 

Harry hadn’t left for work. Which was odd. He hadn’t even jumped at the chance of getting in some more sleep, which was even odder. Yes, it was very Harry-like to get up in the morning and get to making brownies at Ginny’s request, but after a long night of work, she’d thought he’d at least get in a few extra hours in the morning.

In fact, she’d be the one to tell him to stay in bed, because even under the smiling face, and bright green eyes, Ginny knew that he was, to an extent, exhausted.

Except, he wasn’t now. Heck, he was even whistling some distinct tune she could swear she’d heard somewhere before.

Unlike her frenzied self last night, Harry held a natural control of the kitchen, whipping batter into bowls, mixing in the eggs, and also, weirdly using the bitter powder she’d left aside last night.

He stopped momentarily, looking up as Ginny entered the kitchen. 

“You want them to be extra chocolatey, or just bananas and plain chocolate?” he asked.

“Umm.. just bananas and chocolate please,” Ginny said as she carefully sat herself beside the counter. She observed Harry manoeuvring swiftly around the kitchen, a little envious about the ease with which he was doing things she was struggling with last night, before she cleared her throat. 

“You don’t have to go to work?” she asked hesitantly. 

“I was wondering when you were going to ask that.” Harry turned around, a wide smile on his face. 

Ginny wondered what was going to come next.

“Well,” Harry kept aside the bowl, wiping his hands on his shirt, “I’m taking a break.” 

“What?” Ginny frowned.

“Not a break, saying, I’ll not go to work, not like that,” he said. “A break meaning, there will be no more night missions, no staying at work too late; I hope, even more days off. At least, until the baby comes.”

Ginny stared at him in disbelief. “Are you serious?” she said, voice full of hesitation. “I mean, it’s just been four months and -”

“I know, Gin. But, you might think I haven’t noticed, but I know I’m gone more than I should be.”

And it was true, he was. And she worried about him. Especially nowadays, as he left for his missions, it was as if she held in her breath before he returned again. So, she simply nodded at him, as Harry tucked in a stray lock of hair behind her ear. 

“I mean, you’re pregnant,” he smiled. “In a few months, we’re going to be parents, and I have absolutely no idea how we’ll do that, but we’ll do that together too.”

He put his arms around her chair, pressing his lips on her forehead. “I know I’ve not been home much the last few months, but I will now. I promise.”

“I’m glad,” Ginny said, resting her forehead against Harry’s chest. “I really have been missing you tremendously the past few weeks.”

“I’ll make you banana brownies to cover up for it,” he whispered back. 

“You better.”

Harry chuckled, bending down to kiss her. Then, he lightly placed his hand on her belly, looking up at her as she placed her hand over his. 

Ginny gazed into his eyes, the warmth in them comforting her, in the same way she had always been comforted when she looked at him.

“I’ve been thinking of names,” she said.

“That’s dangerous,” Harry quipped, “the last time you named something, you named it after a pig.”

“I did not,” Ginny said indignantly. 

And it was the little tell-tale signs that made her realise as they argued that everything was really going to be okay, even if she developed an unflinching love for brownies, even if they named their first child after something horrendous, everything was really going to be alright.

#hinny #domestic hinny #pregnancy fic #pregnant ginny #hinny fanfiction #hinny fic #fluff #romance #first child #moments #late nights #late night hinny #missing harry #family #to be parents #just a cute little fic #harry potter #ginny weasley

[theazkabandreamer]

Drabble: Lucky

Harry couldn’t take his eyes off his beautiful wife. He leaned back on the sofa marvelling how radiant Ginny looked as she chatted to Hermione and Luna, her pregnant belly on full display.

“Sickle for your thoughts?”

Harry looked to see Ron joining him on the sofa.

“I’m the luckiest person to be alive,” Harry said, returning his gaze to Ginny.

“I guess that means I’m the second luckiest,” Ron said, watching Hermione with a lovestruck expression on his face.

For now, Harry was content to watch his wife and count down the days, looking forward to becoming a father.

#Hinny #Harry Potter #Ginny Potter #Ron Weasley #Hermione Granger #Pregnant Ginny #Drabble challenge

[ginnympotter]

Very fluffy moment: an AU where Jily lives- ofc-and Hinny tells them about the new baby (can be any of the pregnancies)

LOVE SOME GOOD JILY LIVES FLUFF

"Why are you so nervous?" Ginny asked him, squeezing his hand as they waited by the front door. "You know they'll be happy for us, right?"

Harry shook his head. "That's the problem. They'll be too happy. Remember when we told them we were engaged?"

"Well, at least we're prepared for the dramatics," she assured him.

Just then, the door swung open, James smiling brightly at his son and daughter-in-law. "There's the most beautiful couple in the world," he proclaimed, bringing them both into a hug.

"Never prepared enough," Harry whispered to Ginny out of the corner of his mouth. She giggled.

"What was that?" James asked as they broke apart.

"Nothing," Harry waved off. "Hi, Dad."

They stepped inside the Godric's Hollow cottage to see the table fully set, Lily taking out one last thing from the oven.

"Mum," Harry sighed, walking over to her. "I told you I'd help with dinner tonight."

"Don't worry about it, love," she said, reaching up and kissing his cheek. "I wanted to give you a break, I know you've been working hard."

"But I like cooking with you," he told her earnestly.

"That's sweet, Harry," Ginny interjected, patting his arm. "But let your mum mother you for the night, yeah?"

"Listen to your wife, kid," James said as he put on oven mitts and picked up a tray to bring to the table. "How are you doing, Gin?"

"Great," she said, smiling. Then, "Pregnant."

The tray slipped from James's hands and shattered to the floor. All three of them were staring at her, Harry somewhat exasperated. Being the only one not in shock, she took out her wand and cleared up the mess, the tray all put together back on the table.

Harry shook out of his stupor. "I thought we were going to tell them after dinner," he murmured.

"Sorry," she responded, though he wasn't sure she meant it. She continued to smile. "You know me. Impulsive. Felt like the right moment."

They looked back at James and Lily, both still looking stunned.

"Surprise?" Harry tried.

"I know you're both pretty young to be grandparents," Ginny said. "But if it's any consolation, you're going to be like, the coolest grandparents anybody has ever had."

The word "grandparents" seemed to do it. James started to laugh and Lily burst into tears.

"Bloody hell," James exclaimed, wrapping Ginny up in a bear hug. "You're having a baby!"

"Mum, it's okay," Harry tried, rushing over to Lily.

Lily grabbed his face and smiled brightly. "You're going to be the most amazing, loving, caring, magnificent, brilliant father-"

James broke away from Ginny and looked towards his wife. "Hey, hey, hey, what am I, then?"

"The most amazing, loving, caring, magnificent, brilliant grandfather?" Harry tried.

"Oh god, what do I go by? Grandpa? Grandad? Papa?"

"Absolutely not Papa," Lily intervened, wiping her tears.

"Sorry, right, that's reserved for-"

"Stop!" Harry warned, and all three of them laughed. "Why don't we sit down and eat, yeah?"

They all listened, but as soon as they started piling food on their plates, James started again. "Need name ideas? 'Cause I've got one-"

"Let me guess," said Lily. "Is it James?"

Ginny giggled.

"What?" James asked, feigning innocence. "It's a classic name!"

"We'll see," said Harry, smiling in spite of himself.

#jily lives #jily lives au #hp #fanfic #one shot #drabble #hp fanfic #hinny #james potter #lily evans #ginny weasley #harry potter

[saintsenara]

if you are still doing ship game, thoughts on jily?

thank you very much, anon - i am always taking questions both on romantic ships and on characters' platonic vibes, the more unhinged the better.

although jily can't really be described in those terms, not least because their narrative purpose in canon is to be little more than blank canvases onto which harry can project as he goes through his series-long character arc, shedding his initial hero worship of james when confronted with the reality of his father's behaviour in order of the phoenix and starting both to fully appreciate lily's centrality to the course his life is taking and to see his dad with nuance as a real and fully-rounded person, flaws and all.

this narrative role means that the glimpses we get of them in canon feel kind of superficial - their bantering during snape's worst memory is basically high-school-teen-movie level, the snapshots of their life under lockdown in deathly hallows lovely and bittersweet but also just colour to a storyline which is already all of those things.

and this is not to say that i find jily uninteresting as a ship - i completely reject the common anti-jily position that they didn't really like each other, that they had nothing in common, or that their backgrounds made them incompatible [i'll expand on this below, but while i do think that their respective blood statuses and the impact of these on their relationship are worth thinking about, i loathe fics which portray james as chafing against his marriage because, as a pureblood, he'd be more comfortable with someone 'of his own kind'. this is bullshit, and there's far, far too much of it in this fandom]. my views on one of james' most frequent non-lily partnerships are well known, and i share the outrage many jily fans have for the way lily in particular is treated in a subfandom increasingly dominated by rigid fanon which prioritises giving depth to male characters [even if those characters are, in essence, oc's] and slash relationships over exploring the canon female characters, partnered or not.

but i do also find that a lot of jily falls into the same trap as much of the hinny i dislike - that is, a tendency to present as a sunshine-and-roses fairytale a relationship which is much more interesting if the things which canon implies [and which can be reasonably inferred outside of canon scenes from a canon coherent engagement with the text] might have introduced an element of dysfunction into james and lily's partnership are taken into account.

the shadow of the war is obviously one of these things. what role lily actually plays in the resistance is something which preoccupies me [she is never mentioned in canon to have taken a combat role - and i find it considerably more plausible that any attempt voldemort made to recruit her was at snape's request and connected to her potions prowess] particularly because, as we see in the way her death is memorialised in deathly hallows, the series regards the defence of the integrity of the nuclear family as a key aim for the good guys. how does she interact with james and his wartime role when she's pregnant, nursing, or in hiding for the vast majority of her time in the order? how does she feel about her husband being a soldier if she's behind the scenes?

indeed, what role james [and sirius] plays in the order is also something i'm obsessed with thinking about - not least because so much of the inherent tragedy of the marauders' storyline is caused by the fact that james and sirius think they're fucking invincible and that their plans to keep the potters safe are foolproof. it's entirely reasonable to read james and sirius as being pretty gung-ho about being paramilitaries - and my headcanon is absolutely that more battled-hardened order members didn't like them very much [moody does not, after all, seem massively fond of sirius] - and lily seems affected by this too [she's not holding her wand either!], and what they thought they were doing as 1981 rolls around is compelling to me.

james and lily's divergent backgrounds is also something i'd like to see explored more in fandom - not, as i've said, in the dull 'james should have married a pureblood' way, but in a way which deals with the fact that their relationship follows wizarding norms. molly weasley can blame the war all she likes, but [although i doubt this was jkr's intention] the evidence of canon is that witches and wizards marry and have children extremely young as a social standard, that couples generally don't live together before marriage, that divorce doesn't seem to be common, and that married women tend not to work. lily - a mother at twenty and, therefore, presumably married at nineteen - is coming of age, then, in a magical world which thinks about gender very differently from the muggle world of the 1970s, and i think that tension is worth exploring.

[similarly, the way in which her marriage is self-protective - lily gains a pureblood name and the social cachet which comes with it at a time when she's in rising danger on account of her birth - is something i think it's worth looking at when considering the pairing.]

there are other flashes of dysfuntion which i adore thinking about in relation to jily - lily's relationship with the other marauders [you can pry the reading that sirius resents her for stealing the love of his life - and i certainly don't mean lupin - away from him from my cold, dead hands]; how much of his misbehaviour at school james conceals from her; the fact that lily becoming more overtly interested in james from her sixth year onward must have a little bit of attempting to make snape jealous mixed into it - and whenever i stumble upon them in fics i say oh ho like horace slughorn and kick my little feet in the air.

i care rather less about 'we're so hot and flawless and not doomed' as a trope.

but i do stan james for beefing with vernon dursley even though lily told him to behave. the man really is just that annoying.

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #jily #james potter #lily evans #is this an 'i'm in danger' one? #only time will tell

[breaniebree]

Here's a little hint at the first 6 epilogues...

Many of them occur at the same time and time jump lots in each chapter so not everything is in chronological order.

31 - Hinny Epilogue One:

Molly looked slightly put out by this before she turned her gaze on Harry and Ginny.  “And what about you two?  Two years you’ve just celebrated and what have you to show for it?”

Ginny bit her lip before she exchanged a look with Harry.  “Actually, Mum, Harry and I do have some news to share.”

Molly shrieked, jumping up from the table.  “Oh my goodness!  I knew it!  I knew it!  I’m so happy!  Oh, Ginny!”

Ginny was pulled into her mother’s arms before she could say anything otherwise and squeezed tightly.  “Mum!”

“Oh, Ginny, you’re going to be such a good mum!  I just know you two are going to have boy!  I can feel it!”  Molly exclaimed, tightening her grip on her daughter.

Harry cleared his throat.  “Erm, Molly, we —”

“—and you!”  Molly said, throwing her arms around Harry.  “A baby!  This calls for a celebration!”

“MUM!”  Ginny shouted, making Molly turn to look at her.  “I’m not pregnant.”

Molly’s face fell.  “Not pregnant?  What do you mean by telling me that you are!”

“I didn’t,” Ginny said.  “I said that we had some news to share.”

32 - Luna Epilogue...

“I don’t like him,” Harry said again, crossing his arms in front of his chest.  “She was bloody starkers when he met her, Gin!  This bloke is dodgy, I can feel it!  I don’t like him.”

“You do, actually,” Ginny said, her eyes twinkling.  “In fact you like him very much.”  At Harry’s look, she smiled.  “His name is Rolf Scamander.”

“Rolf Sc — bloody hell,” Harry grumbled.

“He’s very nice, Harry,” Luna said.  “We’ve been together most of the last two and half months.  He makes me laugh and he’s kind.  When he kisses me, I feel things that I’ve never felt before and he doesn’t seem to mind that I need a lot of foreplay to make me come.  In fact, he rather enjoys spending time between my legs.  Ginny, one night I came five times.”

Ginny chuckled.  “He’s definitely a keeper.”

“Erm, sure,” Harry said, the back of his neck reddening.  “I’ll leave you two to talk more.”  He stood up and walked over to kiss Luna’s cheek.  “If he hurts you, I’ll kill him.”

Luna gave Harry an amused look.  “You know I can take care of myself, right?”

“Just pass it on,” Harry said, kissing her cheek again.  “No one messes with you or they answer to me.”

“He gives me the best orgasms, I’m going to keep him for a bit.”

“Er, right,” Harry said. 

33 - Theo Epilogue One...

"Theo, will you —”

"YES!"

Sebastian's lips curved.  "You didn't even let me ask you.”

"Right, sorry," Theo said. "Try again.”

"Will you —”

“YES!"  he squealed, biting his bottom lip.  “Sorry.  One more time, l'll be quiet, I swear.”

Sebastian beamed at him.  "Will you marry —“

"YES!"  Theo shouted, falling to his knees in front of Sebastian to kiss him.  "A million times yes!!”

Sebastian kissed him back fervently.  "You know, I had a plan here.  I didn't even get to show you the ring.”

Theo kissed him, speaking in between more kisses.  "Don't care.  More kissing.”

34 - Romione Epilogue One...

Ron waved his mum off.  “Nothing much, Mum, except for one thing — I’m calling for a vote.  I think we can all agree that I’m the Weasley who gave the most romantic proposal ever, right?”

Fred snorted.  “Pretty sure that’s a lie.  No way was ickle Ronnikins the most romantic.”

“Nothing from you,” Ron said.  “You haven’t even proposed to your girlfriend.”

Fred stuck his tongue out at his brother.  “Git.”

“I don’t know,” Ginny said, smiling at her husband.  “Harry set up a romantic picnic before we went for a fly on his broom.  Then he wrote me a cheesy poem while he proposed during the sunset.  That’s definitely up there for mad romance.”

Ron waved her off.  “Yeah, yeah, Harry’s a contender!  But I definitely beat out Percy!”

“I thought the ring in the champagne glass was very classy,” Percy said, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“It was,” Audrey said, tapping her husband’s cheek.  “He took me out to a romantic dinner and told me how much he loved me.  It was perfect.”

“I don’t know,” George said.  “I think I win, I mean, I got Ange to propose to me.”

Angelina laughed.  “And it worked for us, but I wouldn’t exactly call it romantic, George.”

George gasped.  “How dare you!  You even gave me this gawdy ring!”  he exclaimed, wiggling his hand with the pirate ring on his finger.

Angelina picked up his other hand, the one that held his gold wedding band.  “I love this one more.”

He grinned.  “I’m a kept man and I like it.”

“Wait,” Ginny said, holding up her hands.  “Ron keeps going on about how he had the most romantic proposal, but I don’t think we’ve even heard how he proposed.”

“What’s important, Ginny, is that I win!”  Ron declared.

35 - Hinny Epilogue Two...

Harry kissed the top of her head.  “Gin, if this is what you want, you know that I’m going to support you.  You don’t have to work at all if you don’t want to.”

“I know,” Ginny said, tracing her fingertips into the groove of his abs.  “I think maybe I’d like to do something else eventually, but I think that when it gets closer, I’ll think more about it.  I just want to spend more time with our children and enjoy them, you know?”

Harry kissed the top of her head.  “Whatever you want to do.”

Ginny’s fingers trailed a bit lower to squeeze him.  “Then after I retire, maybe we can try for that magical number four?”

“Yeah?”  he asked, a little breathlessly.  “One more baby?”

“One more,” Ginny agreed.  “I think four is the perfect number, don’t you?”

Her thumb brushed under the head of his cock and his breath hitched.  “Yeah, that sounds perfect.  Let’s try for another girl.  Two and two, you know?”

Ginny smiled, slowly kissing her way down his chest.  She dragged her tongue over him, sneaking a look at him under her lashes.  “After I retire.”

“Deal,” he murmured and then her mouth wrapped around him and Harry watched her in awe, falling more in love with her all over again.

36 - Blaise Epilogue...

“I don’t even want to get married,” Blaise insisted.  “I’m working my dream job.  I have more money than I even know what to do with.  I can buy whatever clothes I want, travel wherever I want, and bloody shag whomever I bloody want… why would I want to settle down?  Seems boring.”

Theo sighed.  “One of these days, Blaise Zabini, some witch is going to turn her nose up at you and you won’t know what to do about it.”

Blaise laughed.  “Please.  I’m everyone’s fantasy.”

Sebastian snorted.  “His ego’s still working just fine, I see.”

Blaise grinned.  “And you two love me for it.”

“Well, instead of your ego, can we talk about our plan for Paris?”  Sebastian asked.

Theo pouted.  “It’s not fair that you both get to go to Paris and I have to stay here.”

“You have to work,” Sebastian told him. 

“And we’ll be working,” Blaise cut in.  “You and your team are taking over all of the investigation, am I right?”

“Yes,” Sebastian said.  “D, J, and I will keep track of it all and let you know what we find.  You’re only defending Lavigne, correct?”

“Yeah, but from what I’ve heard, it’s causing a rift in the Ministry.”

“And then some,” Sebastian agreed.  “My team is heading there tomorrow afternoon and as soon as know something, I’ll touch base.”

“Appreciate it,” Blaise told him.  “Now, let’s chat about what kind of outrageous gift we can get Draco before I head off to Paris to shag my way around the city.”

Theo turned to look at his husband.  “Why do we keep inviting him over?”

“Because you love him, baby.”

Theo wrinkled his nose.  “It’s bloody inconvenient that that’s true.”

Blaise laughed and clinked his wine glass with Theo’s.  “I’ll drink to that.”

_________

Epilogues 37-41 are still only partially finished as I've been procrastinating. LOL

#harry potter fanfiction #breanie #the world of asc #chapter sneak peek #the kismet trilogy #the kismet trilogy by breanie #third times the charm

[liiilyevans]

Prompt for hinny 🥰- let's keep this between the two of us

send me a prompt

This is neither suggestive or angsty, but I hope you enjoy the fluff :)

Ginny bounced her knee as she waited for the potion to finish. Harry was sitting in the arm chair, elbows resting on his knees, his head in his hands. His hair was tied up in a messy bun that her mother always complained about. Personally, Ginny thought the messy beard and the long hair suited him.

They'd changed since they'd had their kids, being parents did that to you apparently. Ginny kept her hair shoulder length because it was easier to take care of, and Harry kept his long because he constantly forgot to cut it.

"Gin," Harry muttered, finally looking up at her. His green eyes were full of apprehension. He nodded toward the potion which had started to smoke. Quickly, Ginny stepped over to it and watched as it turned from a sickly green to a clear liquid.

She glanced up at Harry and nodded.

He blew out a breath and leaned back in his chair, hands rubbing along his thighs.

"Are you upset?" she asked.

Harry shook his head. "No, I just . . . It's unexpected."

"I know," she said. "Bad timing as usual."

"Is there ever a right time, Ginny?"

There had been with James. They'd planned that. Right after George and Angelina had announced they were expecting their first baby. It had seemed right. Louis was about six months old. Their baby would have plenty of cousins to play with, and it had felt like it was time. So, Ginny got pregnant near the end of the season and took the next one off to recover.

Albus had been an accident, really. A result of Harry being delayed on a mission. Ginny had been so scared that he wasn't coming home all that week. When she'd gotten an owl from one of his colleagues saying that he was in a debriefing and would be home within the hour, Ginny had sobbed. James had been asleep by the time Harry got home, and Al had been convinced with a mix of adrenaline and tears.

He was just as unplanned as this baby was.

"Are you upset?" Harry asked gently. He took her hand and tugged her toward him. Ginny found herself standing between his knees, his hands finding the backs of her thighs. It was a comforting gesture, and she felt a smile start to slid across her face.

"No," she said. "But we are going to have three under three now."

Harry blew out a breath. "I know."

"They'll outnumber us," she said.

"Most definitely."

"Run the house."

"We'll have to hide in the bathroom for peace."

"Sadly, I don't think that'll be safe enough. I already get followed into the bathroom."

"Shame that."

They were both smiling then.

Ginny gently rubbed her thumb across his cheek.

"Let's keep this between the two of us for now," she said. "I'd like to have a little peace before Mum starts down my throat with the fussing."

Harry kissed the inside of wrist. "Alright."

#harry potter #ginny weasley #hinny #answered #anon #my writing

[afinaldream]

family of two

(Hinny, 1k words, post-war)

The water flows heavily over the empty sink. Ginny watches it for a moment before sighing and shutting off the tap. She dries her hands and, when she turns, she finds her fiance leaning against the door jamb, watching her with a wrinkle between his brow.

She forces herself to smile calmly. “How are the little devils?”

“Passed away on the couch.”

“The bedroom was too far for them?”

A chuckle. “They wrecked the house so much during the day that I was surprised they’ve only slept now. I am expecting at least twelve hours of peace.”

Her smile is more natural now. “You wish. Teddy wakes up with the sun.”

“And when he does, so does Vic.” Harry sighs exaggeratedly, though she knows it’s more for show than anything; he clearly dotes on the kids. That clenches her throat. “Well, that’s— six hours and twenty-three minutes of peace.”

“We should only take them in during winter,” she reasons. “Fewer sun hours.”

Another chuckle, one that doesn’t disguise that furrow on his forehead. He walks to her, concern over joy winning his face with every step, and Ginny tries to shrug, turning around to start drying the dishes. Harry doesn’t let her; his arms pull her closer, taking the towel out of her hand, mouth brushing over her neck.

An invitation to let go of her worries.

“What’s on your mind?”

She leans against his chest, accepting his warmth. “Who says I’m worried?”

A small chuckle; the air coming from his nose makes her shiver. His lips trace her skin. “You sighed four times. You did the dishes without magic. Your shoulders are all stiff. Pick one.”

“You know me too well—this can’t be good for our relationship.”

“I thought that was the mark of a good relationship.” Harry places a kiss over the column of her neck. “But I don’t know what’s troubling you.”

“Maybe I can have some secrets.”

Harry sighs. “You can,” he agrees, and then he moves to sniff the scent of her hair as he has done hundreds of times before, as if this is the air he needs. His hands lose their grip and Ginny knows Harry is about to press one last kiss to her, and then move back, drawn away to give her the space she needs; and she knows that if he does, she will just store away her concern, hoping it fades away and then—then it will resurface when she is not ready to deal with it, stronger and scarier than she feels now.

“I don’t know if I want to have kids,” blurts Ginny.

She turns to face him, heart beating painfully in her chest. Harry is blinking, mouth opened almost comically, and she hopes it’s more because of how she said it than because of what she said.

Or not. She knows Harry has always sought a family, she knows how important it is to him. A part of her always imagined starting a family with him, but then it was a long-distance concept, something far in the future, when even her twenties seemed afar. She has witnessed a few pregnancies now in her sisters-in-law, has seen all the ways the parents have to adapt—she has a fair guess why Bill and Fleur love when Vic spends the night with her uncles or aunt—, has seen the impact and none of it has been appealing so far. If there is magic in being pregnant, she has not witnessed it yet.

Harry is still quiet.

“I know I don’t want them now,” she adds. “There are so many things happening—”

Harry coughs. “We are too young,” he agrees, almost in a conciliatory voice; Ginny supposes she could accept this path for their talk, but then it wouldn’t be fair.

“But I can’t tell you when I will want it either. Or if I will. And if this is too much—I will understand if—” She swallows hard, voice almost breaking. “If you want to be with someone that shares this urge—”

“Hey.” Harry seems alarmed now, arms wrapping her as if to steady her as much as himself. “I am not with you because I want your—your womb, or something—”

“I saw you with Teddy and Vic. Pampering them, dealing with their little conflicts, teaching them—you want to be a father.”

“No, I want a family. And I have it here, with you. If we are a family of two—so be it, then.” 

“And tomorrow—”

“Tomorrow I will still have you, your brothers, Hermione, Teddy. You are right, I’ve always wanted a family, the one I never got while growing up, and the thing is—I got it. I just didn’t want to be alone.”

“Harry, you will never be alone again.”

“I know it.” He smiles, his eyes shining as he sees something there with her and beyond. “And it’s not spreading my genes or seeing more Potters in the world that will change this, though—” He takes her hand, swirls the silver ring. “I would like at least one more Potter unless you are reconsidering letting me take your last name.”

Ginny laughs, some tension gone from her shoulders. “Harry Weasley would sound terrible,” she says, an echo of many conversations they’ve had about it, and just like all those times, Harry kisses her softly. “I’m sorry for dumping this on you,” she mumbles when they break apart. “It feels like something we should have discussed before, only I never considered how I felt about it, not really.”

“I’m glad we’ve had this conversation”, says Harry, and he sounds only earnest. “And I don’t want—I hope you never feel like there is something we can’t discuss. I love you.”

She presses her lips over his, lingering, just feeling the touch that can calm her more than anything else. “And I love you.” Ginny winks at him. “Do you wanna enjoy our remaining six hours of peace?”

Harry grins warmly. “How long until winter again?”

#Hinny #Post War Hinny #One shot #Discussing of having children #Harry never asks her why she feels this way #and I have a lot of thoughts about this

[seriouslysam8]

I was thinking about the dragon pox fic idea… and what if it was Harry as a kid who had dragon pox! Sirius and Marlene can’t visit him because they have one daughter and she’s pregnant with another. Marlene’s bp is high because her baby is in the hospital and he loves being cuddled when he’s sick and she can’t do that for him. Sirius is losing his shit because he can only see his boy through a window and can’t tell him he’ll be ok. He’s going through all of Fleamont’s journals to see if there was any cure for it or just anything to help his boy. His daughter is a crying mess and wants to be with her brother, and when Ginny comes over to cheer her up she tells Sirius daughter there is no way Harry Potter is dying on her because he promised to marry her and give her a cake 3x the size of her. So they try to make a plan to kidnap Harry and break him out of the hospital (Ron gets sucked into this plan too) not understanding the consequences. Harry starts talking in his sleep when his fever is really high and Sirius asks the healer what he’s saying and they tell him he was talking to his dead parents, and all the blood drains from Sirius face. We got angst. We got comedy. We got our big brother cabbage with his cabbage patch sister(s). Most important we got baby Hinny.

First off, HARRY’S CABBAGE PATCH SISTERS?!?! That is the most adorable thing I have ever heard in my life. I will forever refer to them in this manner.

Second of off, as a parent, there is no way that Sirius would quarantine from that little boy. He would totally see him and quarantine himself off from the girls. Is that even possible?? Would the hospital allow that? And that’s be gut wrenching to Marlene because she’s pregnant and has another kid. She can’t risk both of them getting sick and having no one there for the cabbage patch!

Third of all, of course little sweet Harry could promise to marry little Ginny because in every universe they know each other as kids they are super close and adorable!

Fourth, could you imagine Ginny and the little one (I totally almost wrote her name and spoiled it) are packing up their supply rucksacks. Maia would totally bring Harry’s favorite stuffy and Ginny would grab some of her mum’s treacle tart. Ron thinks they’re bonkers and has to add a book about Quidditch.

Fifth of all, AHHHHH HARRY TALKING TO HIS DEAD FAMILY.

[ginnyw-potter]

On vacation?! Written for @hinnymicrofic, November prompt 13: Creation

Ron walked into the Potter’s living room, looking frustrated. He looked at the both of them. “Okay. Hermione is being really confusing so I am going to ask you.” His eyes shifted between Harry and Ginny. “She said you brought something special back from our last vacation and you have been hiding it all this time.”

Ginny hid her smile behind her hand, exchanging a knowing look with Hermione. As much as she loved her brother, he could be a bit thick sometimes. “Yes, we did.”

“You’re being even weirder than usual, which is saying a lot.” Ron was exasperated, not amused with the guessing game. “Did you buy something?”

Harry shook his head, shifting closer to her.

“More of a creation…” Ginny said.

Harry chuckled silently. “You make it sound like some arts and crafts project.”

“It does need assembling,” she said with a grin.

Harry laughed, his attention returning to Ron, who was still as confused as when he came in. Ginny’s hand slid over her stomach.

Ron caught the gesture and his eyes slipped down and back up. “On vacation?!”

“That’s what vacation is for.” Ginny winked at Harry.

“That’s dangerous,” Ron commented now. He looked at Hermione. “Did you know that’s what vacation is for?”

Hermione laughed, putting her around him.

Ron smiled at them. “I guess congratulations are in order.” He walked up to them. He hugged Ginny first, holding her tightly. “I better be that kid’s favourite uncle.”

She released him and nodded. “I’m sure you will be.”

He then hugged Harry, clapping him on the back. “Bloody hell, you’re going to be a dad.”

“I know,” he said. “Took a lot of effort from my side… to convince Ginny to have kids with me.”

Ron snorted. “Oh, I am sure. She probably has had baby names that go nicely with Potter picked out since she was—”

“I advice you not to finish that sentence,” she warned. She smiled up at Harry. “Anyway, we already got names picked out for both a boy and a girl.”

“Oh, tell me,” Ron said.

She frowned at him. “You are the worst at keeping secrets, I am not going to tell you.’

#hinny #hinnymicrofic #fic #microfic #pregnant ginny

[camaleao]

picture this: in 1995, the weasleys (+harry and hermione) somehow end up fucking something up and time travel to somewhere in the 2000’s and, suddenly, the war is over, they are all married, having kids, etc. they actually end up in one of the golden trio’s place and the people who have to get them into their “present” is harry, ron, hermione and ginny and they have no idea how to do it. firstly, they tried to figure things out by themselves because they don’t want the ministry getting involved, but it becomes very hard to try to send them back into the past, while also trying not to reveal any meaningful information like who died, who married who, children, etc, just in case they aren’t able to obliviate them. they try so hard to keep the fact that they are LITTERALLY married to each other from their past selves they eventually can’t figure out how to get them in the past again. when I inagine this, I imagine that this happens around the time where ginny is pregnant with albus (who does NOT have this name in MY universe, seriously I would rather name my child Rudolph rather than albus, why couldn’t they just name him Daniel or smth) and baby james sirius and tiny tiny rose are sleeping in the next room #messy. the fact that they try to keep this all a secret makes the situation extremely hilarious (and it’s even funnier because I imagine that they let little details spill out) and when they finally decide to let the ministry know what has happened and get the all clear to say anything they want because the ministry is going to obliviate them once they go into the past again, they tell the 1995 weasleys all about the war and how their lives have changed since then and obviously mrs.weasley cries the life out of herself because she has like a gazillion grandchildren and it’s all very funny.

IM TALKING ABOUT ROMIONE AND HINNY FLUFF AND MOMENTS AND CHILDREN AND WHATEVER. my heart literally melts

can someone pls write this ?!?!?!?!?!?!!!?! 😍🥰⭐️☀️😘🫃😻🤩🤨 I’m extremely lazy 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

#harry potter ootp #harry james potter #harry potter #harry x ginny #ginny weasley #romione #hinny #hermione fanfiction #draco x hermione #idk what to tag this as #movies #dramione

[hp-fruit-fest]

For the Snarry lovers...Check out these tasty treats created for this year's Fruit Fest!!

And a personal, very enthused thanks to Scarlet and Dandelion for helping me on my Snarry Fruit Smut agenda!!!! You are both the very best and I adore you both.

FIC. Fruit: Orange. Rated: G. Words: 162. Fluff. Kissing.

Harry and Severus share an orange.

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FIC. Fruit: Mango. Rated: M. Words: 340. Blood Kink. Knifeplay. Food play.

Severus laid bare on the white bedsheets. He was on his back, and the cold ceramic plate rested on his stomach. "It has been a good year," said Harry. He had a paring knife in hand as he sliced the mangoes before setting them on the plate.

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FIC. Fruit: Mango. Rated: E. Words: 383. Blood kink. Knifeplay. Food play.

The ceramic plate smashed against the hardwood floor. Harry paused his movements — the mango half peeled in his hands. He placed the fruit — all its juices and flesh — onto the soiled bed sheets. “You shouldn’t have done that. What a waste.”

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FIC. Fruit: Banana. Rated: E. Words: 1,393. Established relationship. PWP. Post coital snack. Spitroasting.

Harry and Severus have some fun with bananas.

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FIC. Fruit: Apple. Rated: E. Words: 3,469. Mpreg. Pregnant Severus. Domestic Bliss. Fluff & Angst.

Severus' life is ruined. Can be read as a sequel to Choice but can also be read as a standalone.

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FIC. Fruit: Plum. Rated: E. Words: 1,939. Series: Love, Your Enemy. Secret relationship. Cheating. Background Hinny. Fruit smut. Language of Flowers. Fluff & angst. Fruit smut.

There is no room for beauty here. Still, Severus covets.

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#hp fruit fest 2023 #hp fests #snarry #snarry fics #harry/severus

[rmwb-fanfics]

Why do you not like Hermione? Ron and Hermione are each other’s soulmates

I don't love Hermione. Her superfans along with the movies radicalize me into saying that I hate her. Sometimes I really don't know.

I find her irritating. I don't like the way she treats Ron or Harry. I don't care for her interests. I don't find her funny or interesting.

I generally would say that the IDEA of her and Harry's friendship is fantastic because I am a guy who has a lot of friends that are girls and I know dozens of men who just don't get it and either assume I'm gay or am just waiting for their boyfriends to break up with them so I can swoop in.

Boys can be friends with girls. I like that about Hermione.

Except I don't like her and Harry's dynamic. Their friendship doesn't feel like it gains any emotional complexity until the sixth book, and by then I'm more invested in Ron and Harry's friendship, and Harry and Ginny's romance to give a damn.

Deathly Hallows rolls around and everyone is sort of at their worst. I honestly prefer her while Ron is gone because she isn't fucking talking. She's a fine secondary character but in contrast to Ron and Tonks and Sirius and Neville and Ginny and Snape and Dumbledore, I find her to just be... lacking. She doesn't go through much growth which, considering the fact that she's a JKR insert is mildly hilarious. I just wish we got more of Hermione... struggling. I know that sounds bad but we get quite a bit of it in the books and it just doesn't seem to affect her.

Summed up, I think she's boring.

Now, on to the whole Ron and Hermione being soulmates thing. I really don't mind Romione. Like, at all. I like them in canon, specifically their little moments and implied off-page interactions, but they aren't soulmates.

Which is what makes them interesting.

They aren't perfect. Their relationship has rough edges. Hermione's a very difficult person to deal with and throughout their relationship, through marriage, kids, and whatever else, they would always have different troubles to navigate. BIG ONES. They're the type of family where their kids would be like "My parents should've gotten divorced" but like, they're 12 and don't actually understand why their parents love each other, and then by 19-20 they'd be like nah I have good parents and they didn't just "Stay together for the kids" yk?

On the scale of traumatic and fucked up, Romione falls between the idealistic-low-drama-just-fun of Hinny and the real-life-shit-happens-what-the-fuck-she's-pregnant of Remadora. I wouldn't say they're soul mates but they make it work and they're happy to keep trying and keep working on it to improve themselves and their relationship yadda yadda yadda.

That being said: FUCK I feel bad for Ron because if I had to deal with Hermione every day I'd actually blow my fucking brains out oh my god.

#harry potter #hinny #ron weasley #hermione granger #romione

[saintsenara]

💖🤩 for the fic recs ask game!

thank you so much for the ask for this game, @thesilverstarling!

🤩 a fic that made you slam that “subscribe” button

orchards by @whinlatter

harry potter/ginny weasley teen | 15k words

why i recommend it:

or, i suppose that should say, why did it make me subscribe? i read orchards having become pals with dear old whinlatter, who is the harry potter to my tom riddle [strange likenesses!] and having been convinced by her commitment to always doing the funniest thing possible that the fic would - unlike so much hinny - be both actually funny [both of these kids are comedy gold; ginny yeeting parsnips at percy, ron could never] and not bogged down in lots of earnest therapy speak about overcoming one’s trauma [has harry ever articulated a feeling? the answer is no]. 

and it is. choose chuckles and read it.

it also helps me indulge one of my favourite pastimes - being a dickhead - by being able to lord it over all my hinny girly friends that, since they won’t touch tomarry in return, i am cleverer and more fun than them. this may be delusional, but so is my belief that, even though i spent an hour yesterday doing a canon deep-dive on ginny and the diary, i’m not a harry potter adult. i’m making it work.

💖 a drabble that made you want 100k more words

chapter two of parallax by @evesaintyves

remus lupin/nymphadora tonks 800 words

why i recommend it:

in order to not just be cheerfully ignoring the exact terms of this question, because each of the eight drabbles in this chapter - in which lupin and tonks go to the beach in the aftermath of ted tonks’ murder during deathly hallows - stands alone as an insight into the fragility of remadora as a relationship. we see lupin’s indecision confronted by the need to take charge against tonks’ grief, and tonks’ anger and extremely complicated feelings about being pregnant, and how their entire relationship might be built on sand but how the love in there is trying its best. eve is one of the best writers i’ve encountered when it comes to taking apart just how fucked up remadora is, but without ever bashing the characters or without wanting the two to have a chance, and you won’t go wrong by taking this short work as a jumping off point into the rest of her stuff.

#asks answered #asenora fic recs

[thedistantdusk]

Hello, I hope this doesn't come across as rude or pressurising and I apologise already for English isn't my first language. But I've been meaning to ask you, if you are planning to write more chapters for Noticing. You are my favourite Hinny author, the way you write their relationship is so flawless, it fills in the missing moments I never got from the book, and your writing makes me ache with the beauty of it all. You have a gift, so please never stop writing. These recent months, I've been visiting Noticing every now and then trying to see if you've updated. I completely understand if you haven't, since life gets busy for everyone. But forgive me for being pushy, it's just I love Noticing so much and how detailed it is, I was genuinely wondering if you are planning to add more chapters to it. Hope you have a wonderful day and thank you for your writing has given me so much joy especially on days when I could't find any joy in life. Thank you.

This is one of the kindest things anyone’s ever said to me 😭. Are you the same person who left me a similar note a couple months back? If so, thank you for both of these. You don’t know what it means. ❤️

To answer your question, my relationship with fic is… complicated, at the moment. My OC pays the bills, and I’m pretty committed to making money on serialized fiction platforms while the bonuses are still good. These platforms haven’t reached a great deal of worldwide success, so there are MAJOR incentives to entice authors to join/build followings. I’ve gotta make hay while the sun shines, as they say! 😜

I do have a portion of the next chapter written, but it’s completely unedited. I haven’t touched it since I was pregnant in 2020 and honestly don’t remember much of what I was writing about in the first place. Still, if you’d like, shoot me a DM and I’ll see what I can do. Just keep your expectations low 😅

Thanks again, and I hope you’re doing well too ❤️

#noticing #harry/ginny #hinny #harry/ginny fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #fanfic