#hinny one shot

[albondiguilla007]

A short Hinny one shot cause I’ve been obsessed with @blvnk-art and the way they draw the pairing. Their Harry and Ginny are beautifully portrayed, so realistic and full of life, and with more chemistry than in the seven movies together. Go look them up, you’ll love their drawings.

“Race you to the Whomping Willow Potter”

“Your ruin Weasley”

Ginny sets off towards the stairs, dropping her bag and spilling all her books over the floor.

“Oi, what about your things!?” She barely glances at me, continuing to run like a bloody maniac, but I see a hint of a smirk before a wave of red hair hides her face. I chase after her, ignoring the protests and surprised yelps of students walking in the halls as we rush through them.

“It’s a shame you’re still the Quidditch team’s Captain! You’re bloody slow Potter!” I scoff, skipping the steps of the stairs two by two. I’d answer her, but I’m running low on energy as it is. Fuck, I do need to train more.

Her black robe billows after her, blazing long hair flying against the air coming in from the courtyard as she continues running. The startling blue sky blinds me for a few seconds, and I put a hand against my forehead to protect me against the light. The grass dances with the breeze, emerald green reflecting the rays of sun. My breath is coming in short gasps, but I don’t stop, stubbornly chasing after the sneaky little minx.

She’s ten feet away, sprinting towards the Quidditch Pitch as fast as she’s on air, laughing with mirth. I close the distance between us, five feet, three feet away until she’s at reach.

“Hah, got you” She wriggles against my arms, groaning when I just tighten them against her waist. “It was a race, not a dare to catch me you idiot” I laugh in the crook of her neck, smelling her coconut body wash and a hint of something sweet. Maybe a new perfume?

Her skin is smooth as a baby, and I unashamedly rub my nose against it. Ginny elbows my ribs and I let go with a startled yelp.

“You were enjoying that too much Potter”

The corners of her lips curl in a teasing smile, and for a moment I’m struck speechless by how beautiful she is. I’d been so blind, focusing on my best friend’s little sister to realize how fucking stunning she’d become on her own right. Brilliant, harsh and aggressively beautiful, Ginny Weasley was a force of nature.

“Well, you are my girlfriend after all” She snorts and continues walking backwards, never taking her eyes off me. She has pretty eyes, I realize, almond shaped and a beautiful shade of brown.

The sun illuminates her skin, a jumble of red freckles covering the bridge of her nose and a bit of her cheeks.

“Not if you continue being that slow no, I can’t have my boyfriend embarrass me in front of the whole school”

I smirk with malice, happy to bring her down a peg or two.

“Something you’d know about, Miss Eyes Green as Fresh Pickles Toads”

That makes her stumble, and I take the chance to close the gap between us and wrap a hand around her neck, warm with embarrassment under my fingers. Her lips are soft, and all that attitude vanishes in a second as she sighs against my lips, curling her hands around the lapels of my uniform. The low murmur of students chattering inside the castle reaches my ears, the cheerful tune of birds chirping and the rustling of leaves in the border of the Forbidden Forest.

I feel Ginny’s lips curve in a smile and I can’t help smiling back, even as we break apart and I rest my forehead against hers, breaths mingling together.

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

[starlingflight]

Hiya friend!

Do you think Harry calls Ginny by her full name when he wants to be a little shit?

Also, just want to say that I love the way you write Ginny plus the bestie moment between Ron and Harry.

❤️

Anon, this ask did something to my brain.

Firstly, thank you so much! That's so nice of you to say 🥰

Secondly, yes, I think Harry says it to wind Ginny up, and I think he gets more than he bargained for when he does.

To demonstrate, have this unhinged one-shot (drabble? Almost) I stayed up until 3am writing, in which Harry discovers he has a certain... effect on Ginevra...

AO3 or read below:

The first time he'd said it had been at Hogwarts; not during a sunlit day, but in the peaceful hour between day and night, when dusk had been gathering around them as they sat, wrapped up in one another, beneath their favourite beech tree. 

The temperature had dropped as the sun had receded behind the tree line of the Forbidden Forest. She'd protested at first, when he'd tried to give her his jumper, but Ginny's objections had been half-hearted, and Harry's determination had been absolute, and eventually she'd slipped the soft green material over her head. 

Despite the rapidly lowering temperature, something warm and content settled in Harry's chest at the sight of her, swathed in the soft folds of his jumper. 

She shuffled closer to him, her smile impossibly bright in the growing darkness. “I'm keeping this.”  

His arms wrapped around her instinctively, keeping her near as a teasing smile grew on his own face. “If you ask nicely, I might let you.” 

Her head tilted thoughtfully; her eyes were like twin pools of firewhiskey, reflecting what little light remained as she moved. “I'm not asking, though. I'm merely informing you.” 

Harry tried for a severe expression but the effect she had on him was too much; he doubted there was a substance on Earth as strong as her. His smile stayed in place. “That's stealing, Ginevra.” 

He watched, secretly delighted, as her lips parted slightly in surprise at the use of her full name. His blood thrummed with anticipation, eager to see how she might respond. Idly, he wondered if he might have been wise to draw his wand. 

The thought was fleeting, erased from his mind, as Ginny shook her arm free of the too-long sleeve of his jumper. Her hand reached out slowly; Harry watched its progress across the small gap between them, until her fingers curled around his chin, and his eyes closed for the barest of seconds at her touch. 

Her hand guided him forward. Harry followed her silent command instinctively, closing the gap between them until it was hardly large enough for air to pass between them.

“Don't call me that,” she whispered warningly, her breath tickling his lips.

She kissed him before he could see the smile threatening to break out on her face. 

◇◇◇

He heeded the warning for just over two years before saying it a second time. 

They'd gone immediately from Platform Nine and Three Quarters to Grimmauld Place, which had been utterly transformed from the dark, dour dwelling it used to be. 

He was leaning against the windowsill in his bedroom – their bedroom – watching with utter fascination as she zipped from one side of the room to the other unpacking her Hogwarts trunk for the final time. 

She was talking a mile a minute, catching him up on everything that had happened during her final term. Harry was trying to listen despite the lump forming in his throat, and the trembling in his hands, and the overwhelming sense of fragility that was threatening to engulf him in the face of such a momentous occasion. 

Her hair potion joined his aftershave on the dresser. Harry swallowed thickly.

Ginny didn't seem to notice, or perhaps she was letting him reach an equilibrium in his own time, either way, she flashed him a heart-stoppingly beautiful smile as she hung her dressing gown on the back of the door, right beside his. The effect was immediate. He felt himself relax. 

The blood pounding in his ears receded, and Ginny's words came sharply back into focus. 

“...I skipped half of my classes the week leading up to the final,” she told him with a sly smile that coaxed him into the easy rhythm of their usual back and forth. “Hermione was horrified, but I decided the extra flying time was more important.”

The corners of Harry's lips tugged upwards, momentarily returning her smirk. “I'm disappointed to hear you weren't taking your academics seriously, Ginevra.” 

The small stack of books she'd been carrying to her nightstand tumbled from her grasp to the floor. She crossed to him in three quick steps, forced to rise onto her tiptoes, and even then not matching Harry's height. Her eyes smouldered as they met his. “I told you not to call me that.” 

Something about the way she was looking at him turned his blood molten in his veins. “I'm just trying to make you feel at home.”

Her fingers curled around his t-shirt, pulling him to her. “I am home.” 

He kissed her before she could see the smile threatening to break out on his face. 

◇◇◇

Almost another year passed before he said it a third time. 

Harry was in the kitchen, surrounded by dirty bowls, cracked eggshells, and streaks of flour that ran along the counter top. The recipe book Molly had given him for Christmas was propped open in front of him.  

"Something smells good," Ginny announced, breathing deeply as she entered the kitchen, still dressed in her training robes.  

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth in greeting, the gesture so natural now that he did it unthinkingly. 

“Attempt number six,” he informed her, inclining his head towards the oven, where his latest endeavour at a birthday cake for Teddy was baking. 

Ginny's eyebrows rose in surprise. “You've been busy.” He'd been on attempt number three when she'd left for practice. 

“I can't get it to rise properly.” 

He didn't fool himself into believing she couldn't hear the edge of frustration in his voice. Her hand squeezed his arm in silent reassurance. “Andromeda said she was happy to make it.” 

“I know, but she does so much already.” 

Ginny's fingers slid from his arm, moving upwards, not stopping until they found his cheek, turning his head and forcing him to look at her. “So do you.” 

He nodded, unwilling to agree verbally, but knowing she wouldn't allow him to argue. Still, he couldn't stop himself from saying. “I want to get this right for him.”

“Well, I've yet to discover the thing you can't do when you set your mind to it,” she said encouragingly, her hand leaving his cheek, and heading for the countertop. She shot him a wink that had the contrary results of soothing his agitation, and making his heart rate speed up.  “Besides, I have a good feeling about this one.” 

Her finger ran along the inside edge of the mixing bowl, collecting a sticky coating of  cake mixture on the tip. 

Impulsively, Harry grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand towards him, and licking the sweet mixture off her finger before she could. “You're supposed to wait for the cake to finish baking, Ginevra.” 

Her eyes darkened, lips parting around a sharp intake of breath, confirming a suspicion Harry had been harbouring since the last time he'd said it.  She liked it. 

“If you call me that again, I'll hex you,” her voice was low, dangerous. Seductive. 

“You can try,” Harry said, in a tone that matched hers. His fingers tightened around her wrist, pulling her to him. “But it's only fair to warn you you're dealing with a highly trained Auror.” 

Ginny's head tilted thoughtfully, eyes sweeping over him like she was sizing him up; his skin heated everywhere her gaze touched. “You're forgetting I know all of your weaknesses.” 

Harry hummed against her lips, unable to disagree. She did know all of his weaknesses, that much was undeniable, but he had definitely just confirmed one of hers. He could tell she knew it too. It was obvious from the way her eyes sparked as they met his, silently daring him to test her. 

“You wouldn't fight me though, would you, Ginevra?” 

He accentuated every syllable of her name, drawing it out, enthralled by the way her whole body stiffened in response. 

A beat of tension-filled silence followed, stretching for what felt like eternity, before Ginny surged forward. Their matching smiles broke free a moment before their lips met, and Harry sank into her kiss.

#hinny #harry x ginny #one shot

[ginnympotter]

A little belated Harry bday ficlet:

“Got you a gift,” Ginny said as she sat beside him on the grass of the Burrow yard. She presented him with a glass of water and smiled. “Happy birthday. Sorry I kicked your arse.”

“You’re so not sorry,” Harry retorted, wiping the sweat off his forehead. “But I’ll accept your water.”

Harry took it from her and chugged it rather quickly. Ginny laughed as Harry sighed with contentment. “Best birthday gift ever.”

“Better than last year, even?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.

Harry smiled at the memory, putting the glass down. “I guess they’re comparable.”

“Git,” she said, nudging her shoulder against his. “You know the water’s not your real present, right? I was going to give it to you after dinner-“

“Ginny, don’t worry about it, really,” he insisted, grabbing her hand. “I have all I need.”

“But we want to celebrate you,” she said softly.

Harry shook his head. “I don’t really feel like celebrating so much this year.”

Ginny snorted. “If there was any year to celebrate, it’s this one.” She picked up their joint hands and kissed the back of his. “None of us knew if you’d make it to eighteen.”

“But-“

“And no one who’s…gone… would want you to abstain from celebrating that fact.”

Harry thought on it for a moment. Ginny used her free hand to trace the lines on his face, then his scar, then sift her fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation.

“And besides, my mum made like, three treacle tarts for you. But if you insist on not celebrating, I’ll tell her to throw them away-“

“No,” Harry interrupted, opening his eyes. He laughed at her winning expression. “I suppose you’re right,” he surrendered.

She smiled, leaning forward and planting a gentle kiss to his lips. “That I always am, love.”

He smiled against her, then kissed her again, this time more thoroughly, deeply, unapologetically.

They broke apart and Ginny stood up, offering him her hand. “Now, c’mon, let’s play another match. Getting your arse kicked will help work up your appetite so you can eat all the treacle tart the world has to offer.”

#hinny #Harry Potter #hp #fanfic #ginny weasley #hp fanfic #one shot

[bihinnyshipper]

Seamus' face turned quickly from surprise to laughter as what his best friend had just said. Dean chuckled along, starting to jog lightly ahead of him.

"We're gonna be late, Seamus!"

The shorter boy snorted. "Give me a reason to care." He didn't bother picking up his pace. "Just walk with me, will you?"

Dean made a show of rolling his eyes but ran back up the hill to meet his roommate. They kept walking towards the quidditch pitch, hands hanging carelessly at their sides. Seamus blushed as his pale fingers brushed those of his dark-skinned friend. not just a friend, a part of his brain tried to correct him.

But Seamus was jolted back to reality as the duo reached the bottom of the hill and a flash of red hair stepped into Dean's waiting arms. The Irish man had to look away as his roommate's lips met those of his girlfriend.

"I was wondering if you would end up showing."

"I always do." Dean stepped away.

"Just with less time to spare every day." She threw her sweaty hair in a ponytail. "Hey Seamus."

"Hey, Ginny. Good to see you." Seamus sported a weak smile. He liked the youngest Weasley, he really did, but he had a hard time not resenting her when she's got the boy he's sure he loves wrapped around her finger.

"Can we head up?" Once again, Seamus was brought back to his current position by Ginny Weasley's voice.

"Sounds good to me, Seamus you coming?" Dean grabbed his girlfriend's hand, not unnoticed by Seamus.

"Uh, no you go on ahead I'll meet you back in the tower."

Dean and Ginny exchanged a glance. "Are you sure? You're welcome to walk with us."

"Yeah, I've got something I've got to take care of, I just remembered."

"Alright mate," Dean seemed to accept his answer. "See you up there." He turned, slipping his arm around Ginny's waist, and they headed up toward the brightly lit castle.

Seamus walked the other way. He thought he'd sit in the locker rooms for a minute and just collect his thoughts. He had to get a hold of himself.

The sixth year sat down heavily on a bench right outside the pitch, staring off into the darkening sky.

"You okay?" A brighter female voice spoke this time.

Seamus looked up into the concerned eyes of Katie Bell, who's hair was thrown haphazardly into a do similar to Ginny's. "Oh yeah, I'm good. Sorry, just... enjoying the weather." The lie was awkward but Seamus hoped Katie didn't notice.

Clearly, she saw right through him, though he wasn't sure she could read what exactly he was thinking. "Well I was just about to head back up to the common room, d'you want to walk with me?"

"Sure." He stood and they began to walk. After a moment or two of heavy silence, Seamus spoke up again. "Um, Katie. This is awkward but I was wondering if you might want to go with me to the next Hogsmeade weekend."

She looked over at him, studying him for a long time without responding. He shifted.

"No."

He just stared back at her, his cheeks starting to heat.

"You're hot Seamus, sure, and I know I'm hot, but you're not interested in me."

"What? Of course I am! You're beautiful and you have nice tits and..." He trailed off, looking at the ground. "I'm sorry, I can't do this."

"Exactly. I can't be a distraction for you." Katie looked up the hill to where Dean and Ginny had reached the castle. "How long have you liked Thomas?"

Seamus looked up sharply. "What?"

Katie just rolled her eyes. "I don't know you very well, Seamus, but I can tell. You've fallen hard for Dean."

A moment of silence and Seamus sighed heavily. "So what if I have. There's nothing I can do about it."

"I'd say not asking girls out when you know you're gay would be a pretty good start."

"Noted." He glanced up at her.

"And for what it's worth, Dean and Ginny aren't going to last. You'll have your chance with him soon enough."

A foreign glimmer of hope rose in Seamus' chest. "What makes you say that?"

"I've seen Ginny at practice, she's worse off than you, pining for Harry. She'll never be happy with anyone else. That and Dean treats her too much like a lady, that's not the kind of person she needs."

"I wouldn't mind being treated like a lady." A soft grin rose on his face.

"Just give it time."

#deamus #pining #one shot #dean thomas #seamus finnigan #katie bell #ginny weasley #hinny #missing moments #hp hbp

[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

[honeydukesheroine]

Hush 🧑🏻‍🍼

This began as a @hinnymicrofic for prompt 9: Bounce. But turned into a little one-shot.

Summary:

Ginny helps Harry sooth baby Teddy during his first overnight stay with his godparents.

#harry potter fanfic #one shot #domestic fluff #hinny #hinny microfic #happy ending #may or may not be inspired by the first time I watched my niece

[sweeethinny]

Dragons and Flowers - The Sealed Fate

Better, or worse, than being caught by the surprise of a death, just the agonizing wait for it, but not knowing who is going to kill whom, where and when.

It was what Ginny was feeling right now.

She took a deep breath and felt her heart tremble inside the chest, if that was possible, and it seemed that even the band was following her, the rhythm of the instruments slow and electrifying, leading everyone on the dance floor to the kind of a macabre and very calm dance.

''What ails you, dear?'' Not that it was normal for Mia Potter, sister to Harry Potter, second to her name, named the youngest girl to be a spellmaster, to speak to her at a ball, but once in a while it happened.

Well, since Ginny and Harry have seen each other more and more.

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#another one shot #hinny #hinny au #harry x ginny #my fic

[hinnyweasley]

hinny one shot recs go:

#hinny #hinny fic rec #hinny fic #harry x ginny #one shot

[acciotaylorswift]

lucky

A/N : I think this fic took the least amount of time, despite the fact its not actually too bad a size for a one shot, sooo…. uh yay

*:･ﾟ✧*:･:･ﾟ✧:୨⎯lucky⎯୧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ

Hermione’s day was going, in a word, poorly.  

Very poorly

She couldn’t fall asleep until 3 am, So she automatically didn’t want to get up. Almost any other Saturday she’d be able to stay in bed a few more hours, but today was a Hogsmeade weekend. Not only that, but today she’d get to see Ron.

As she did get up She realized it was quite cold, she had forgotten a warming charm last night and her wand was almost across the room. 

fun.

She got up and dressed, and left for the common room to study a bit before the Hogsmeade trip

And then, of course, on the second to last step, 

She tripped.

She hit the floor and bent her wrist an odd way, nothing bad, but she was still in pain, Though more embarrassed than anything. 

Luckily there were only a few people in the common room and gladly were mature enough to either stiffle their laughter or they didn't find it funny.

”You alright, Hermione?” A sixth year girl asked

“Yes—fine.” Hermione answered as she got up and picked up her books

She walked over to her Favorite chair and sat down, opened a book, and started reading up on a subject of Transfiguration that she was oddly enough, having trouble with.

She couldn't get it.

So she went from annoyed to angry in the span of 30 Minutes, As a result of that, she couldn’t focus.

A couple more people came downstairs and one other Seventh year Girl asked Hermione

“Hey, I don’t mean to bother you, but do you get this?”

And of course it was exactly what she didn't get.

She was already pissed about how people always labeled her as the line for something being hard. It's like if Hermione doesn't get it on the first try, people label it as impossible.

She calmed herself down before answering and said “No. sorry.” She didn't mean for it to still sound so cold but it did. That was bad enough before someone else asked her the exact same thing about the exact same subject. 

“No— I don’t, Sorry.” She said, quite tense

It seemed as though everyone came downstairs in a pack about to leave for 

Hogsmeade so Hermione kept her eye out for Ginny as they were planning to walk together, Ginny was about the last person downstairs before They all left.

“Hey, sorry i'm late, Julia took forever in the shower,” Ginny said as she rolled her eyes 

“Oh. Okay— Whatever.” Hermione said as she tried not to get angry at the both of them

Although apparently it came out wrong Because Ginny said “Wake up on the wrong side of the bed and fall into a pit of sticks?”

“Very funny,” Hermione said before she Recapped Her morning to Her. Then added “I think I have bad luck this morning.”

“I thought you didn't believe in luck and stuff like that?”

“Not sure anymore.” Hermione said with a short laugh

“Maybe you used up all your luck this week.”

“What on earth could that mean?”

“Maybe the fact that Ron and Harrys Auror training break lines up perfectly with our Hogsmeade weekend?”

Hermione contemplated. “Fair, but still, Ron said Your Guys’ Mum wants to see him first and somehow Harry managed to get out of it So I won't even get to see Ron until later!”

Ginny took a moment Before saying “So you're mad about having to be a third wheel for about an hour?” 

“Maybe? I think I'll just spend some time alone before He gets here though.”

Ginny made an Mkay sound and it was fairly quiet the rest of the walk. 

Hermione and Ginny parted when Hermione saw a New-ish bookstore in Hogsmeade, And she wanted to go check it out.

There was a short line to get in and Hermione figured it'd move quickly, it was a bookstore anyway. She stood there for 10 minutes and the person in front of her was moving very slowly, there wasn’t even anyone in front of him anymore. 

She got angry again.

She looked around for nothing specific but did find something that caught her eye so she went to the desk to buy it, almost everyone in front of her had five books or more and there was only one person in the store who was running from helping customers to checking them out which was quite a process when there was a long line.

She had been in the line Almost Thirty minutes now, and the line was hardly moving, she really didn’t want to spend the entirety of this trip in this bookstore (which felt utterly ridiculous of her to think)

So she put the book back and left.

Now, despite the fact it was -4 degrees, she needed to cool down. 

That's how mad she was.

so she got an idea. steering off of hogsmeade, she made her way up a hill, felt that the snow was soft, and let herself fall into it in a starfish-like position.

Common sense told her that this was a bad idea, that she could get frostbite or something, but it felt good actually.

she didn't know how long she was there until she heard Harry's voice “What is she doing?” Hermione guessed Ginny gave a shrug before saying “It seems she needed to cool down figuratively, so she’s now a starfish in the snow, literally.”

“I still feel like punching someone.” Came Hermione's muffled voice from the snow

“Why did you need to cool down?” Harry asked

“Multiple things” Hermione said, still muffled

“I wouldn't press it.” Ginny advised to harry in a loud whisper

“Hermione, Hermione, Hermione” Ginny and Harry said as they jumped around her.

“Hermione, Hermione, Hermione”

Hermione was now smiling, but she would never admit it.

“Hermione, Hermione, Hermione,” A third person joined in,

“Hm, I like that voice,” Hermione said, turning her head.

“Hey, love,” Ron said.

“Hi,”

“If you still feel like punching someone, Let it be one of them.” 

Hermione laughed, a sort of laugh Ron could only make her sound.

He helped her up and her arms flung around his neck to hug him.

“I missed you.” Hermione said quietly 

“I missed you too.”

Just as she was about to give him a kiss, a snowball flew across their view. 

“Damn it! I missed!” Ginny said angrily.

Ron gave Hermione a far-too-fast-for-her-liking kiss, and used his wand to send about a dozen snowballs toward Ginny and Harry

“Hey, Those could’ve knocked me over!” Ginny Yelled.

“That’s the point!” Ron yelled back, Before Harry began yelling as well “Why’d you throw them at me?! She was the one who threw the one at you!”

“Because you are far too associated with her for my liking.” Ron answered sportively 

They all laughed, and as they tried to pelt each other with snowballs, Hermione Remembered just how lucky she really was to have all of this, to have all of them.

#hermione granger #hermione x ron #romione #romione fanfic #ron weasley #romione one shot #romione drabble #ronmione #harry potter #harry potter fandom #hermione fic #background hinny #hinny #hinny fic #post war romione #ronald weasley #ron x hermione #slayyyyy

[nodirectionhome-ao3]

Just for fun, I decided to expand this hinny microfic that I wrote into a longer one-shot!

Summary: In a quiet moment after the war, Ginny finds Harry stargazing at the Burrow. They talk about lost family members, love that persists, and the way forward.

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#hinny #hinny fanfic #one shot #harry potter #ginny weasley #grief and healing #sad with a happy ending #hurt/comfort

[albondiguilla007]

Dudley and Gracie Dursley

Soon to be Gracie Dursley was enjoying a nice afternoon cuppa with her fiancé when her whole life turned upside down.

The last couple of months had been going really well, despite her overbearing mother in law and Dudley’s tendency of closing off during stressful times.

She understood, of course.

Not all men were taught to assertively express their emotions as kids, and if the Dursley’s marriage was of any clue of her fiancé’s upbringing she was grateful for how he turned out. Dudley was a handsome, noble, honest young man, and he didn’t seem to have inherited any of his parents’ lovely attributes, except a worrisome tendency towards obesity and high blood pressure.

Gracie looked at Dudley’s carefully maintained form and sighed happily. Thankfully they were handling that.

Privet Drive Number 4 was an oppressive place, asphyxiating in all it’s florally walls and polished normalcy. She’d only visited once, and both Dudley and her agreed it had been more than enough.

Gracie took a careful sip of her cup of tea and swallowed uncomfortably, the drink still too hot. She smiled at Dudley when she found him staring at her with unconcealed fondness, and reached out to take his hand under the table.

Dudley scooped a bit closer to her and loosened his tie with his free hand. The chair squeaked loudly in the small coffee shop they were settled in, and Gracie did her best not to wince when other customers turned to glare at them. She squeezed his fingers and cleaned a nonexistent speck of dust on Dudley’s suit, her hand lingering on his thick shoulder.

Dudley hated wearing formal clothes to work every day, but it was an obligatory requirement for all insurance agents, and for better or for worse he was determined to see it through, at least until the wedding expenses were paid off.

“You want me to blow your tea off? The doctor said you shouldn’t take food too hot”

Gracie smiled at Dudley lovingly, brushing a strand of pale hair out of his face.

“It’s okay sweetheart, thank you. I’ll wait until it cools down”.

It wasn’t good for her throat and her recurrent larynx problems indeed, the doctor had said so. She thanked the small gesture though, feeling a pang of warmth radiate through her chest. When she was little she dreamed of marrying the right guy, spent hours picturing Prince Charming and all the required attributes he should have as her mother read her bedtime stories. Dudley certainly wasn’t a 6’2 foot prince coming from a fairy land ready to sweep her off her feet, all righteous nobility, sharp jawline and silky chestnut hair.

He looked at her weirdly when she softly giggled under her breath.

But he did love her as much as those Princes loved their women, and that was enough for her. Gracie thought of her mother’s smile and her soft, steady voice, and with an unexpected certainty she realized she would’ve loved Dudley too.

The waitress arrived at their table with some pastries and they set out to eat with gusto. A few minutes went by like that, comfortably silent except for the constant rustling of their teacups and forks moving around.

Suddenly a loud motorcycle roared in the street and from the corner of her eye she saw Dudley raise his head to observe the commotion. They watched through the coffee shop’s window as a gigantic bike parked in the street, the loud engine shutting off after a tense couple of seconds where the customers glared at the disruptance.

Dudley returned his attention to the food, and Gracie giggled as a new picture formed in his head. Oh, just imagining Petunia’s purple face made it worth it.

“You should learn to ride a motorcycle sweetheart”

Dudley arched an eyebrow at her and huffed with amusement.

“I’m sure mom would love that”

She was about to answer when the door rustled loudly, two people entering. Her attention zeroed on them, along with the rest of the shop’s clients. It was a couple, if the guy’s arm around the girl’s waist was of any indication.

Gracie was immediately drawn to them, how could she not? As an Art Major she was drawn to all things beautiful, and this couple radiated charisma. The man was about 5’ foot 11, messy black curls that made it seem like he’d just rolled out of bed, (or gotten a good snog), golden thin glasses and a tight leather jacket that hugged his body just right. Gracie realized they must’ve been the ones in the motorcycle, and willed her face not to blush. So she had a thing for bad boys, sue her.

The girl’s blazing red hair was cascading down her back, artfully messy from the wind and the bike’s helmet. Her pale skin contrasted beautifully with her boyfriend’s caramel one, freckled arms wrapping around his neck as she threw her head back to let out a loud cackle.

He buried his head on her hair, not quite laughing, twitching instead the corner of his mouth.

Gracie saw as the woman in the table in front of her observed the couple with distaste, a frown on her face that was accurately reminiscent of her mother in law.

They continued hugging for a minute or so, quietly laughing at the other’s soft spoken whispers, and then the girl finally untangled herself from him, turning around completely.

Petunia’s lost sister gasped loudly, blushing immediately at her slip.

The girl was wearing a thin green top that showcased her athletic body, a flat stomach defined by two clear ab lines, her nipples transparent through the top.

Gracie barely contained her eye roll.

Jesus.

She tilted her head towards Dudley but promptly closed her mouth at the look on his face.

He was completely pale, wild eyes fixed on the guy in the leather jacket. Any kind of attraction Gracie could’ve felt towards him vanished when she saw the effect he was having on Dudley. His hands were badly shaking under the table, and with a wave of concern Gracie hurried to take them between hers.

“Dudley?” Her voice was a quiet whisper.

He didn’t answer, completely transfixed. The guy put a strand of hair behind her girlfriend’s ear, eerily similar to Gracie’s gesture a few minutes ago. She proceeded to sit down in a table by the window and spent a few minutes staring at her surroundings with badly concealed curiosity. The guy returned from the counter and sat down besides her, completely oblivious to Dudley’s imminent breakdown.

“Dudley love, you’re staring”

Gracie gulped anxiously, softly caressing his hands.

She had no idea what was going on.

Her eyes bounced back to the other table, colliding with a pair of almond ones. The redhead smirked and tilted her head mockingly, though there was no real malice in her eyes. She turned sideways and whispered something in the guy’s ear, laughing as he huffed and followed her gaze.

Time seemed to pause for a moment.

Dudley sucked in a sharp breath. The guy was looking straight at him as all the blood drained from his face, any hint of amusement gone.

Oh how she’d love to draw those eyes

They were the most startling shade of green, two harsh emeralds hiding an ocean of contradictory emotions.

The smile had disappeared from the girl’s face. She clenched his boyfriend’s arm, her voice laced with worry.

“Harry?”

She continued looking between Dudley and him, her frown getting deeper the longer he ignored her.

Where had Gracie heard that name?

Harry stood up suddenly, shaking the table with his abruptness. He took the jacket draped over the chair and broke the intense eye contact with her fiancé, clenching his jaw.

The girl stood up immediately after him, stepping forward with caution. His eyes softened when they landed on her, and even Dudley seemed to relax when his shoulders dropped, no longer looking like an animal ready to bolt.

“Harry please, what’s going on?”

He took her hand and spoke quickly enough that Gracie didn’t catch on, ignoring the man behind the counter and basically running out of the coffee shop.

“What the hell mate! What about your drinks?!”

Gracie breathed out, relieved and utterly confused. She looked at Dudley for answers, squeezing his hand.

“Did you know that man? I’ve never seen him before”

Dudley scowled, still white as a sheet.

“Not now Gracie”

She pursed her lips in annoyance.

“But-

“Not now”

She closed and opened her mouth like a gaping fish, completely dumbfounded. Dudley took out the wallet from his coat and started putting a few pounds on the table, his movements short and aggressive. Gracie dropped the topic.

…

Dudley turned off the car and stayed still for a few minutes. His breathing was labored, like he was having a hard time getting air to his lungs. Gracie looked at him in silence, knowing it was better to wait for him to start the conversation. She was anxiously clutching her hands in her lap, trying and failing to ease the knot of nerves on her stomach.

Drops of rain were tapping against their window, a downpour of rain that had started on their way home in typical London fashion. The inside of the car was starting to cool down, and she pictured with longing their warm flat and a steaming cup of tea with some biscuits. Her mom always used to say nothing could soothe a broken heart better than a good homemade meal.

She made a mental note to call his father and see how he was holding up now that her anniversary was near.

Gracie sighed and rested her forehead against the foggy glass.

After another minute where Dudley failed to make a comment she got out of the car, too cold to stay inside with the heating off.

The ride home had been tense with unspoken words, their afternoon out decidedly ruined. She loathed the couple for spoiling the rare quality time they had together, knowing how strained the relationship between Dudley and his boss was, and his reluctance to ask for days off.

Gracie heard him get out of the car, fumbling with the flat’s key. She loathed him too, from time to time. Didn’t he know she was there for him unconditionally? That he could say anything and she’d still be willing to work it out?

The wait in the elevator was awkward, and Gracie was uncomfortably aware of the droplets of water trailing down her back.

She sighed with relief when the doors finally opened on the seventh floor. She stepped out into the carpeted floor with Dudley at her heels, until a short gasp made her look up.

Gracie stopped abruptly and Dudley stumbled against her, eliciting a laugh out of the girl standing at their doorstep.

It was the one from the coffee shop, wearing her long hair in a high ponytail and a brown coat too large for her small frame, but the same girl all together. She twisted her mouth in a wry smile, observing them carefully.

“Surprise, I guess”

Dudley recovered faster than she did, stepping around protectively with a grim look on his face.

“What are you doing in my home?”

The redhead’s eyebrows shot up, something like surprise and anger crossing her face before it went blank. She took two steps forward and shook Gracie’s hand.

“I’m Ginny, nice to meet you”

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#harry potter #fanfic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #harry x ginny #ginny weasley #hinny #hinny one shot #dudley dursley #original female character #OFC

[nuatthebeach]

You guys I’m trying out this outlining method y’all are always raving about. That’s how serious I’m taking this fic.

#i really fucking hope the execution ends up being good #harry x ginny #premed rivalry!hinny au #also heads up this may be a LONG one shot

[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

[thegirlwhowrites642]

Could you recommend us some of your favorite hinny fics? Love your work btw!

Thank you <3

I would tell you to look at my bookmarks on Ao3 but I'll give you some highlights (I'll keep wips out of this because I never know how to feel about recommending unfinished work):

Gone was any trace of you -- I'm pretty sure I've read this something like a billion times, I can quote it word by word

Come stay for the summer -- this is always such a light fun work to re-read, I'm a big fan of muggle hinny, I really have a soft spot for it

Altered -- the obsession I have for this one-shot, this to me is hinny in its purest form

A Weasley reunion -- some hardcore pining from Harry, and fake dating, what do you want more from life?

Time -- Harry realising he wants children, with Ginny. The specific way in which the realisation is written is something I adore

Summer rain -- this is great, what else there is to say really, it's just great

Sacred new beginnings -- I love how this somehow manages to be a retelling of sixth year despite being a muggle AU with young adults hinny

Orchards -- the author definitely has a higher opinion of the "golden trio" than I have but the way she writes dialogues between Harry and Ginny is perfect, she also does a thing I love which is to make Ginny actually funny. It's one of her main personality traits and yet it's forgotten so often, I think it happens due to some sort of unconscious bias about women not being funny (not native English speakers writers are forgiven though because being funny in a foreign language can be quite hard)

After the leaves have fallen -- this talks about what I call Harry and Ginny's never-ending argument and it's written so beautifully

Everything I am is yours -- I just noticed that on ao3 it's signed as the first chapter of two but it definitely can stand on its own and is a very well done muggle retelling of Harry and Ginny's story

take what I took and give it back to you -- a beautifully written soulmates marks au that doesn't really change Harry and Ginny's story but, as one of the comments says, seems to bring up an existing implied element of the canon one

Already here -- because Hannah's stories that I love the most (they are all great though) are wips, I'll put this one in the hopes that one day she'll decide to turn it into a multi-chapter story (@takearisk-ao3 think about it 👀)

The brilliant dance -- this is so fucking funny and entertaining while also being heartwarming. Fucked up but inevitable/obsessed with each other hinny spending their early 20s being a hot mess is my AU drug

Someone else's life -- finished reading this a few days ago, a very well developed brilliant idea

[I already know the second I post this I'll realise I've forgotten some brilliant work]

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

[starlingflight]

Killing time while I wait for my husband to finally finish work for Christmas, and very in my feels about both Hinny and Drastoria, so here is some Christmas fluff of the Malfoy and Potter families meeting on the Platform at the start Al and Scorpius' first christmas holidays (in which there is no blood curse, because I said so 😤):

Platform Nine and Three-Quarters was in chaos, a great mass of children, carrying owls, cats, and luggage far too big for most of them to safely manage, having descended upon it moments before. The confusion was not helped by the chorus of greetings, the hooting of owls, and the thick smoke billowing from the Hogwarts Express adding to the general mayhem. 

“He's there.” 

Astoria's gaze followed the direction of Draco’s nod until her sights settled on an identical, though much shorter, pale blond head, struggling against the crowd. She smiled at the sight. 

“He looks skinny,” Draco added, frowning. 

Astoria rolled her eyes. “He's always been skinny – he grows like someone's cast a stretching jinx on him.” 

Draco's frown remained in place, “I knew he wouldn't be wearing a cloak. He's going to freeze to death.” 

“Well, thank Merlin you insisted on bringing that, then,” Astoria inclined her head to the scarf clutched in Draco's hand, the concession he'd made to the fur-lined cloak he'd wanted to bring. One that Astoria had only agreed to because she'd also suspected Scorpius’ forward planning would not extend to the weather. “He's coming – don't fuss him in front of his friends, you're going to embarrass him.” 

She had no time to press upon Draco the severity of her warning before Scorpius came barrelling out of the steam, grinning broadly. “Hello! Merry Christmas!” 

Scorpius’ arms immediately wrapped around Draco's waist. A hug that was not returned only because Draco was preoccupied wrapping the awaiting scarf firmly around Scorpius’ neck and looking extremely unsatisfied about the warmth it would provide. 

“Merry Christmas, darling,” Astoria bent to kiss the top of Scorpius’ head. 

“How was your first term?” Draco asked. His wand was out now, no doubt casting a silent warming charm. 

“It was awesome!” Scorpius declared, a word he'd evidently picked up from his new friends. “They have all these cool plants in the greenhouses and the library is huge – the librarian is the worst though – and Al and I found a secret tunnel that leads to –” 

Scorpius stopped speaking abruptly, evidently realising a moment too late that this was not information he wanted his parents to be privy too. 

Draco raised a question eyebrow, “...leads to…?” 

Scorpius shrugged, “A place.” 

Astoria had to cover her mouth with her hand to hide her smile. He had never been a good liar, apparently a few months away from home hadn't improved that. 

“Will you come and meet Al?” Scorpius asked suddenly, apparently seizing on a change of subject before any follow up questions could be asked. 

Astoria's eyes flew to Draco. He tried and failed to hide the grimace this question brought on. Fortunately, Scorpius was too busy searching the crowd for any sight of his new – and oft-mentioned in his letters home – best friend. 

“We'd love to, darling,” Astoria said smoothly. “He's probably busy with his family right now, though.” 

Scorpius shook his head. “He told me to come and get you – there he is!” 

Astoria followed the direction of his pointed finger, her eyes settling on the family huddled a short way down the platform. A small boy with untidy black hair was pointing in Scorpius’ direction, their stances identical. 

Astoria slipped her hand into Draco’s and squeezed. She smiled at Scorpius, “lead the way.” 

He was off like a shot, dodging other students and their parents, in his haste to reach Albus. 

“This is proof karma is real,” Draco muttered to Astoria, following Scorpius at a much more sedate pace. “I'm not sure what Potter's done to deserve it though.” 

Astoria elbowed him gently in the ribs. “This isn't proof of anything. It's not about either of you at all, it’s about the kids.” 

Silently Draco nodded. There was very little he would not endure for Scorpius. 

They reached the Potters. Scorpius and Al were already chattering excitedly, as though they hadn't just spent eight hours on a train together. Harry Potter's arms were crossed firmly over his chest, his wife was on her tiptoes, whispering furiously into his ear. Astoria wondered if he was receiving the same reminder Draco had just been given. 

“Mum, Dad, this is Al,” Scorpius stepped back, waving a hand in front of Albus Potter as though he was a painting Scorpius was especially proud of creating. “Al, this is my mum and dad.” 

“It's a pleasure to meet you,” Astoria said, painting a wide smile on her face. 

Draco rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Hello.” 

“I'm Ginny!” Ginny leapt forward, cutting through the awkward silence that threatened to overtake the little group. “I don't believe we've officially met.” 

“Astoria, it's lovely to meet you.” Astoria took her outstretched hand and quickly shook it. 

“And this is Harry,” It happened quickly, but Astoria could not help but notice Ginny's booted foot quickly step on her husband's shoe.

Harry did not unfold his arms to greet Astoria. He did, however, offer a smile that was quite clearly strained, before his eyes flicked to Draco. “Malfoy.” 

Astoria resisted the urge to hide her head in her hands as Draco's mouth formed a thin line that she knew to a casual outsider looked incriminatingly like a sneer, but was actually him trying –and most likely failing – not to fall into a shame spiral she'd spent years pulling him out of. “Potter.” 

They stared intensely at one another. Astoria silently wondered if she was going to be forced to hex the head of the Auror Department and her husband in the middle of Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. 

Fortunately, Al, who was apparently impervious to the tension unfolding around him, chose that moment to speak, “Dad, can Scorpius come to the Harpies match with us on Boxing Day?” 

Harry's eyes finally broke from Draco's. Astoria breathed a sigh of relief. She took the moment of distraction to dig her elbow into Draco's side once again. 

“Er,” Harry struggled to find a suitable answer in the face of Scorpius and Albus’ pleading expressions. “He could, but I'm sure he has plans with his own family, Al.” 

Scorpius’ head whipped around, staring questionly between Astoria and Draco questioningly. 

“We have to go to your Grandparents',” Astoria said apologetically. She didn't know which of the three of them were looking forward to it the least. 

Scorpius' face fell. 

“You don't have to go,” Draco said quickly, “to your Grandparents' house, I mean. You can go to the match – if Al's parents are sure?” 

Harry looked at Ginny. She shrugged. “There'll be plenty of room in the box – and it's hard enough to drag Al to a match usually.” 

“Scorpius loves Quidditch,” Al announced, apparently in explanation for his newfound willingness to attend. 

Scorpius flashed Al a grin before turning his attention back to Astoria and Draco. “Can Al come to our house too? I want him to meet Artemisia!” 

Harry frowned. “Who's Artemisia?” 

“She's our hippogriff,” Scorpius explained. Harry and Ginny shared a look of shock that made it clear they were both thinking of one of Draco's worst school-aged transgressions. “Mum looks after loads of them, but Artemisia is special.” 

“I'm sorry,” Harry rounded on Draco, not looking very sorry at all. “You have a pet hippogriff?” 

Draco cleared his throat awkwardly. “Well, she’s Astoria's hippogriff. She's had her since before we got together. The rest of them, she adopted after we got married, but…” 

Draco trailed off, clearly deciding he'd been speaking for too long. Harry was staring at him as though he'd just grown a second head. 

“She's very safe,” Astoria said, bringing the conversation back on track. “She loves kids. I'm sure she'd be delighted to meet Al.” 

“He could stay over after the match!” Scorpius suggested. 

Astoria nodded. Looking to Ginny for confirmation that this was alright, their husband's both seemed to be struggling too much internally to contribute anything further. 

“That should be fine. Merlin knows I don't plan to do anything more exciting than eat as much chocolate as physically possible between then and New Year.” 

“Oh, that's practically mandatory,” Astoria agreed. “Do you want us to drop Scorpius to you before the match or –” 

Ginny nodded. “My brother can probably arrange a Floo connection between our house and Malfoy Manor, he works at the Department of Magical Transportation.” 

“We don't live at Malfoy Manor,” Draco cut in, apparently having recovered the ability to speak once more. 

“Al has our address,” Scorpius added, making it abundantly clear they'd planned the whole thing already and were asking their parents only as a courtesy. 

“Right,” Ginny shook her head, clearly coming to the same conclusion as Astoria. “In that case, we'll see you on Boxing Day, Scorpius – Now, we need to go and find James, his absence is only more concerning the longer it continues for.”

This seemed to shake Harry – who had been staring, puzzled at Draco since the revelation of Artemisia's existence – from his reverie. “I'll go find him. It was nice to meet you, Scorpius.” 

“We need to go as well,” Astoria said even as Draco tucked him securely under his arm. “Have a lovely Christmas,” she added, smiling from Ginny to Al. 

“You too,” Ginny grabbed both of Al's shoulders, spinning him to face the opposite direction. “Go and get your sister, she's talking Hugo's ear off.”

Al waved enthusiastically at Scorpius before disappearing into the crowd.

Draco wasted no more time, guiding Scorpius and Astoria towards the barrier that marked the exit of the platform. 

“Dad, can we go to Diagon Alley and get some chocolate frogs? They're Al's favourite.” 

“You want to go to Diagon Alley on the Saturday before Christmas?” Draco's tone made it clear he thought this was a horrifying idea. 

Scorpius nodded, apparently unconcerned. Astoria leant closer to him, speaking quietly enough to only be audible to Draco. “Pick up more wine while you're there. I'll need it to endure your mother's reaction when she learns she's not seeing Scorpius for Christmas because he's with Harry Potter's son.” 

Draco shook his head. “Wine won't be strong enough.” He smiled at Scorpius who was still happily chattering away about the plans he had for Al's visit. “He looks happy though.” 

#hp fanfic #drastoria #hinny #scorbus #but baby scorbus #christmas fic

[seriouslysam8]

I am in the mood to write little kid Hinny for the Blackinnon raises Harry series (despite the fact that I have to finish Filipendulous and write the actual story where Jily dies so we can hop around in that verse) but I am coming up empty.

FYI: Blackinnon buys the house across the pond from the Burrow right before Harry turns two. That one-shot is almost finished but it’s not as fluffy as I hoped it would be.

GIVE ME IDEAS EVEN IF I CAN’T POST THEM YET.