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It happens not long after they get married.
Harry pinched the sleeve of the shirt Ginny was wearing and said, "this right here... this is my shirt."
Ginny shook her head, "I don't know what you're talking about..."
Harry hummed. Long and low, and Ginny kissed him because that's what Ginny did to get away with things.
"You see right here?" Ginny showed him the name embroidered on the left side of the chest, "see what it says?"
"Potter."
"Yup, that's me. Ginevra Weasley Potter for you."
"Mhm..." he winced, "are you called Harry too? It says Harry Potter on the back..."
Ginny stared at him for a long beat, her lips pursed, as the both of them try not to smile. Finally, with a seriousness that would convince anyone, she blurts out, "Harry's my middle name."
And that did it. It took Harry five full minutes to stop laughing.
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In a few years...
Written for @hinnymicrofic, november prompt 9: Teddy
Ginny paused with Harry’s birthday gift in her hands, wondering what her mum was looking it. She stood beside her mum and followed her gaze to… Harry, holding his baby godson. He was smiling down at Teddy, cooing at him softly as Andromeda watched on.
“He’s handsome with a baby in his arms, isn’t he?” Molly said without looking away.
Ginny’s eyes widened. “… Mum.”
“Isn’t he?” Molly glanced at her.
She nodded. “Sure. You remember I am sixteen?”
Molly shot her a firm look. “In a few years…” She refolded the napkin she was holding.
Ginny shook her head and walked on. Harry looked up as she neared him.
She held up the gift. “We’re trading.”
Harry freed up one hand and took the gift from her. She carefully took up the baby, making sure to support his head. She rested him in her arms.
“Oh look, he’s got green eyes for the occasion!” Ginny commented. “Do you know it’s your godfather’s birthday? Yes, you do!” She looked back up to Harry, who was watching them instead of opening his gift. “Go on, open it.”
Harry nodded, finding the seam of the paper to open it.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she mumbled. “Or my mum will ask you about grandchildren.
Harry looked up in surprise, his cheeks colouring red. “We’re too young for that.” He looked back at the gift, finishing ripping the paper. “In a few years…”
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@hinnymicrofic prompt 27: Hoody
“Ron, you idiot!” Ginny scream rang through the house. Ron had just spilled water on Ginny and he looked like he was trying to hold back his laughter.
“Sorry, Ginny! It was an accident!” Ron tried to defend himself, but Harry knew there was no way Ginny would forgive him just yet.
“No, you were!”
Harry snorted in laughter as she stormed upstairs while Ron shook his head at her. “Completely mental,” he muttered.
Harry chuckled. “I can’t believe she just called you an accident.”
“Oh, shut up, Harry.”
When she came back downstairs, muttering something about hating Ron, Harry almost chocked on his own water.
She was wearing his Quidditch hoodie.
Ginny Weasley was wearing his Quidditch hoodie.
She looked beautiful in it as she did in everything, and Harry couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“I hope you don’t mind I stole one of your hoodies, Harry.”
Harry’s mouth took a while to catch up with his brain. “…it’s okay, I don’t mind.”
Ginny smiled at him and Harry swore he felt his whole body warm up. “Thanks, Harry.”
Merlin, he wanted to kiss her so bad, it was unbelievable.
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Can I Hug You?
Summary: Harry and Ginny reunite in the Great Hall after the Battle of Hogwarts. Mini One-Shot.
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The Great Hall was crowded, but all Harry could see was Ginny standing before him. She looked up to him, her light brown eyes filled with tears.
“I thought I’d never see you again.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but found he couldn’t. There was too much he wanted to say to her, so much he wanted to express… but no words came out.
She moved towards him gingerly, as if not believing he was truly there. She spoke in a soft whisper.
“Oh Harry... I thought you were dead.”
Every pair of eyes in the Great Hall were on him and he didn’t notice… it was like that moment where they kissed for the first time in the Gryffindor common room, a lifetime ago. The restless hall faded; the entire world went with it. All he could see was her... There was nobody else. There was never anybody else.
He needed her touch, to know that she was real, to know that she wasn’t going to be ripped away from him. He finally found the words he wanted to say.
“Gin… can I hug you?”
Ginny blinked, and gave him the ghost of a small smile.
“You don’t have to ask Harry. I’m always going to say yes.”
He felt a blush creep to his face, but it was comfortable and warm. It reminded him that he was still very much alive.
And so he pulled her into his arms. Harry held onto her so tightly, burying his head into her hair that still smelled so sweet. He never wanted to let her go. This embrace was the safest he could ever remember feeling.
He never wanted this moment to end, never wanted her to be away from him again, and yet he heard himself saying...
“You can always change your mind Gin.”
Ginny pulled away just enough to gaze up at him. Her eyes were filled with tears, and yet her look was burning. They both very well knew what he was talking about.
“It’s a lot,” he started. “I’m a lot. He’s gone, but it’ll always be… I’ll always be–”
Ginny put her hand gently over his mouth, and Harry felt the hairs raise on the back of his neck.
“I’m never changing my mind. Not ever.”
With this, Harry thought inexplicably of the moments before he thought his life was going to end, how his very last thoughts were of kissing the girl in front of him. Harry wanted so many things now that he had the rest of his life to live… and they could all be consolidated down to one person. Ginny.
“Me neither.” And without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her. That's how it always was.
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"i wasn't blushing! it was hot out." "it is literally snowing outside as we speak are you joking."
a quick @hinnymicrofic - scene
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“Mate, can you stop looking at my sister like that?”
“I’m not,” Halley insisted. She turned her head too quickly. She kept seeing Ginny’s bright hair falling around her shoulders, the enchanted fairylights giving her a slight halo. It was so romantic that it felt like the same scene came straight from a patented Daydream Charm.
Ron said, “You’re blushing.”
“It’s warm out! Er…it’s from the weather...”
Without blinking, Ron reached up, pulled at a low-hanging branch, and dumped a terrifying amount of snow on Halley’s head. As she spluttered, he asked if that was warm enough for her.
#hinny#thenicestthingiveseen#fic#hinnymicrofic#while my flight has been changed i am forcing myself to write!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Prompt 19:Win
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The cozy atmosphere of Potter Manor's kitchen enveloped Harry and Ginny as they engaged in a friendly board game. The table was scattered with cards, and the competition was fierce, though lighthearted.
Ginny smirked, surveying the cards in her hand. "I think this is my winning move."
Harry raised an eyebrow, feigning confidence. "Oh, really? Let's see you try."
With a flourish, Ginny played her card, and the tension in the room heightened. The outcome of this game seemed to hang in the balance, and for a moment, all other thoughts faded away.
As the final moves were made, Ginny grinned, laying down the decisive card. "I win!"
Harry mockingly groaned, but his eyes sparkled with amusement. "Well played, Gin."
Their laughter echoed through the manor as they reset the game for another round. In the simple joy of a board game, victory was sweet but shared, and the true prize was the warmth of their connection—a reminder that even in the smallest triumphs, the magic of their love always emerged as the ultimate win.
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Heyyy y'all! So happy and excited to share December month's prompts. 🤩 Can't believe that it's the end of the year yet!! 🥹
Thank you, guys, for all the love, support and positivity that you continue to pour into our little Hinny community. 💖
1. Light
2. Snowman
3. Miss
4. State
5. Drink
6. Eyes
7. Road
8. Randezvous
9. Cloud
10. Next
11. Dad
12. Melody
13. Ex
14. Mine
15. Share
16. Save
17. Day
18. Turn
19. Asleep
20. Trip
21. Mint
22. Gift
23. Bird
24. Cake
25. Christmas
26. Same
27. Hoody
28. Rose
29. Sunlight
30. Enough
31. Year
#hinny#hinny microfic#harry potter#ginny weasley#harry x ginny#microfic#hinnymicrofic#december prompts
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Not an easy feet
Written for @hinnymicrofic, January prompt 17: Feet
“Bollocks, bickering, bints“
Ginny turned towards the curses coming from their living room, unable to contain her giggles “Is… Is everything okay Harry?” she hoped he wouldn’t hear the obvious laughter through her question.
“Nothing is okay, I stubbed my god-forsaken toe again.” She watched him as he dramatically limped into the kitchen, and she still couldn’t contain her smirk.
“Don’t say anything.” Harry looked positively livid as he leaned onto the doorway now clutching his left foot in his hands.
Ginny still looked amused “You know I…”
“Yes, Yes I do know! But not now please Gin.” Harry grunted, his eyes clearly checking over his still-raised foot.
Ginny only shook her head in amusement. “Which one was it this time?” And on which piece of furniture do I have to install the cushioning now?”
Harry’s back slowly slid down the doorway as he sat down on his bum, “The pinkie one...”
“...Again.” Ginny finished for him, amusement still edged onto her face, as Harry continued without even looking up.
“…And it was the blasted old coffee table again, the one that Aunt Muriel gave us for our wedding.” His head fell back against the doorway, his eyes closed while he still clutched his left foot in his hands
“I told you to throw it out about nine times already, I knew you would stub your toes on it. And that’s not even regarding the fact that it is positively hideous!”
Harry only let out a long sigh, as he turned towards Ginny, and their eyes met. “Yes I know, and you’re right, but I just couldn’t throw it away when it was a gift.”
Ginny’s gaze softened and she stepped towards him plopping herself down next to him, and his head instinctively fell onto her chest
“I know it’s not easy for you to get rid of gifts, you told me about those tossers of your aunt and uncle who never gave you anything…”
“…but you don’t have to feel bad, I am certain Aunt Muriel just wanted to get rid of it, and used the opportunity to pass it onto us.”
She slowly ran her fingers through his hair and Harry let out another sigh “You know me so well Gin, you always do.”
Ginny smiled as she kept massaging his scalp tenderly. “Yes, I do, Harry.”
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1st June - Blue
They sat on a balcony, fingers laced together, her warm feet gently gliding across his as she swung it back and forth in the quiet.
They watched the sun fall from the sky, as it turned from crimson to midnight blue, sat in perfect peace.
"I wish we could stay like this forever." Harry whispered, his voice soft in the twilight.
"Hmm." She paused. "But then we wouldn't get to live, would we? All the things we could do, it would be a waste, just staying like this. You'd never get to do all the things you want to do." Ginny finished, touching the cold, metal ring that was now on his finger.
"I think I've already done everything and more." He smiled, bring her hand to his face, and kissing her ring.
"Well it's not just you anymore, is it? It's us now. We'll just have to do everything again, together." Ginny said grinning at him. They were finally one, finally married, and finally happy, ready for whatever the future would throw at them.
"Together." He whispered, as they drifted into content tranquility.
For @hinnymicrofic. I know this is all over the place but I haven't written in a few weeks, so anywho 🤷🏻♀️
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prompt 17: spring
hpb moment but make it female!Harry [267 words]
written for @hinnymicrofic
The first time she smelled Amortentia, she mistakenly thought she smelled springtime at the Burrow. But, she soon realizes that’s not specific enough. Because if she smelled spring at the Burrow that could’ve meant she was in love with any of the nine members of the Weasley family and she didn’t fancy breaking up a marriage or worse, being in love with Percy. She shuddered at the thought until Hermione told the class what she smelled.
Fresh cut grass, new parchment (of course), spearmint toothpaste, and a fourth thing she refuses to share but causes her to blush. Although her friends refuse to admit it, Hallie knows they’re in love with one another so she suspects the final smell is related to Ron in some way specific and not something that is particular to the Burrow as a whole. For all she knows, maybe Hermione smells the muggy air of Ron’s attic bedroom, the oppressive heat and humidity that tends to linger in there regardless of the number of cooling charms set. But no. First of all, those smells aren’t remotely romantic. Second of all, those scents are too generic. This is good for Hallie because she and Hermione don’t have to fight awkwardly over Ron. That crosses the Weasleys off her list.
She doesn’t think about it again until later when the girls are showering after practice. She gets that whiff of flowers in spring again. Oh.
Oh. She flushes as she realizes she never even considered her.
She’s the last one out of the showers as she spends extra time contemplating one Ginevra Molly Weasley.
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@hinnymicrofic May Day 15: Hogwarts
TW: Character death, grief
Female Harry, not canon compliant
Hogwarts was her home. It always had been.
Harry breathed slowly as she looked upon the once magnificent castle’s ruins.
It had been years since she’d been here. Years since Hogwarts had been taken by Voldemort – or the tenebris debellator as people often called him in crude Latin.
Harry had always felt the name was too grandly important to give him.
Slowly, ignoring the grime and dirt and dust and blood and guts and brain matter all around and getting on her too, she stepped over a fallen pillar in the courtyard. Fishes swam in the fountain, which was miraculously still intact, obviously unaware and uncaring of the devastation around them.
Harry wished she could be.
Neville’s body had lain there, only a few days ago. He’d turned to grin at her, face bright with exhilaration and war craze after they finished off Greyback.
He’d died instantly. Cutting curse to the throat from Yaxley. Ginny had screamed. Harry’s scream had been stuck in her throat, watching the blood gush from Neville’s and the vacant eyes that had haunted so many nightmares of hers.
Cedric’s. Sirius’. Dumbledore’s. Mrs. Weasley’s. Luna’s. Tonks’. Flitwick’s. George’s. Percy’s. Colin’s. Susan’s. Even Malfoy’s. They all blurred together.
“Harry,” came a low call. Harry turned instinctively. Ginny looked at her with that blazing, determined look.
They didn’t have much to smile about, these days. But seeing Ginny always made those muscles burn in the ghost of that gesture.
“You shouldn’t be here,” was the statement.
Harry’s borderline happiness vanished instantly. “Where else should I be?” She asked bitterly.
It hung in the air. What was the Chosen One to do when they completed the task they were chosen for?
When the people who had died for her - so many - had finally been avenged?
“With me,” Ginny said softly, but her eyes were challenging. “With your family.”
Family. Harry wanted to laugh.
There hadn’t been enough left of Aunt Petunia to identify. Uncle Vernon had spat curses at her and slapped her before leaving for Canada. Dudley had been too busy sobbing to say or do anything.
Family was Mrs. Weasley’s hugs and sweaters. Ron clapping her back. Hermione jabbering on some arcane magic. Fred and George joking around. Listening to Luna indulgently.
But all of that was gone.
Ginny came closer and grabbed her hand. Harry let her, let the interlocking of their fingers soothe her.
“Why us?” She asked suddenly. “Why were we left alive?”
“I don’t know,” Ginny admitted, “But we are. Alive, that is. However horrible it may be. So we have to live.”
“Isn’t that what I’ve been doing?” Harry smirked. “Girl-Who-Lived, and all that?”
“Girl-Who-Survived,” Ginny corrected. “None of us have been living.”
That hit home. Harry looked to the collapsed Astronomy Tower. A telescope and a tattered solar system model was visible in the rubble. Years of midnight lessons, frustrations with studying, stifling yawns and joking around with Ron while hearing Hermione’s hissed admonishments flashed through her head.
Killing Bellatrix, watching Dumbledore fall off.
“It’s over,” she said, voice ringing in the air, incredulity and paradoxical exhaustion.
Ginny looked tired. She was always so strong, always so ready with gentle chidings and encouragement that Harry forgot she was as vulnerable, as wary, as traumatized, as grieved as her. “It is.”
Harry looked back to the castle that had been her home – the place she had had her childhood, had grown up in, where she had died, and where so many people she loved had been killed.
“Let’s go home.”
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#8 - Alone, for @hinnymicrofic
Another lightning striked and Harry went and left their bedroom door ajar.
He came back and lied beside Ginny.
"Any second now. Do you think we should just go and bring them before they stumble their way in?" She mumbled, sleepily.
Harry let out a soft chuckle, "Lily might sleep through the storm. Don't want to go and wake her if she's sleeping. And I'm sure James and Al won't be thrilled if I went and asked them if they were sacred and wanted to come here."
Ginny made a sound of appreciation, "You got that right. The boys' egos won't be able to handle such humiliation as sleeping with their parents."
He turned on his side and hugged her, "Why are they growing up so fast? It feels like yesterday when James and Albus were following behind me like little ducklings to see you, holding a bundled up, baby Lily in your arms."
Ginny shifted closer to him, wrapping her arms around his, "I know. They were so small. I miss when they used to be so small."
Harry let out a sigh, when he heard a dash of footsteps. He looked up to see a small shadow dashing into the room.
Ginny shifted and opened the covers to let Lily in.
"I didn't want to be alone. Can I sleep with you today?"
Ginny brushed Lily's hair, "Of course, sweetheart."
"You can sleep here anytime you want, love. We're always here for you, darling." Harry added, looking at his daughter.
The storm seemed to strengthen and after another vicious a clap of thunder, another two pair of footsteps came and stalled at the door.
"Come inside, boys!"
Harry shifted, making room in the bed just in time for James and Al to crash onto the bed.
"Here, get inside the covers."
"Oof, AL is hitting me."
"I'm not. You're one kicking me."
After a bit of shuffling and grunting, they settled.
"You boys did not get scared by any chance, did you?"
Harry heard two scoffs.
"Of course, not." James and Al replied together.
"Liars." Lily whispered into Ginny's ears, but her voice came out loud enough for everyone to hear.
Ginny started giggling at her daughter's sly comment and Lily giggled watching her mom's reaction.
Harry lost control listening to their giggles and chortles and started laughing.
James and Al struggled to hold on to their act, but seeing their dad burst out laughing made them lose it and soon the entire bed was shaking with their laughter.
Harry caught Ginny's eyes and smiled, the same thought on their minds, 'Maybe we do have some more time before the kids are all grown up and don't need us anymore.'
#technically 7th post for hinnymicrofics#started a day late and clubbed 2 prompts together#hinny microfic#hinny#harry potter#ginny weasley#albus severus potter#lily luna potter#james sirius potter#hinny and kids
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Bathrobe
Written for @hinnymicrofic, Sept 6: Problems
Ron shook his head and looked up. “I had no clue you had so many marital problems.”
Ginny shifted closer to Harry on his lap, letting out a chuckle.
Harry glanced at the newspaper. “Clearly our very secret elopement was a mistake.”
“If we were to marry without mum there, we’re going to have much bigger problems,” Ginny commented with a glance at her engagement ring.
“I better be invited too,” Ron mumbled. “Or I may change my mind about allowing you to date my sister.”
Harry and Ron locked eyes for a moment in silence and they both burst out laughing.
“I could always date that bloke...” Her brows knitted together. “Babe, what’s his name again?”
“Your secret lover you’re having an affair with at the Harpies stadium?” he asked, eyeing her.
Her eyes sparkled. “Yes!”
“Robert.”
“I do recommend remembering someone’s name before dating them,” Ron said.
Ginny nodded. She leaned towards Harry. “Would be terribly awkward if I accidentally moaned your name instead,” she whispered.
“I heard that!” Ron objected, pretending to read the newspaper.
“As long as you don’t moan Robert’s name when we—”
“Do you mind?!” Ron asked.
“Ronald,” Ginny said. “You invited yourself over here because you had a minor fight with Hermione. We had different plans, trust me. You should be glad we didn’t kick you out.”
Her brother turned red. “Fine, I’ll leave.” He closed the newspaper and stood up. “You filthy people.”
Ginny snorted. “Oh Ron. Don’t pretend. We all know about your little makeup ritual with Hermione.”
Ron shook his head. “You don’t.” He walked to the door. “See you tonight?”
“Bye, Ron,” Harry said. “Tell ‘Mione hi from us.”
Ron waved and closed the door; Harry returned his gaze to Ginny in her bathrobe. She beamed at him.
“What?” she asked cheekily.
He eyed the ribbon in her bathrobe. “You have some nerve sitting on my lap in that bathrobe with nothing underneath.”
Her eyes tracked down his body. “Oh, I didn’t know you noticed that,” she said innocently.
He took a deep breath, meeting her eyes. She playfully raised an eyebrow.
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@hinnymicrofic prompt 3: Miss
“Harry, I’m going to bed now, can you be on watch?” Hermione asked him. She had been on watch for a while now and was very tired.
“Yeah, sure,” Harry replied. He got up and took the Marauders Map with him which intrigued Ron.
“Thanks,” Hermione muttered and headed off. Ron frowned at how exhausted she looked and felt a wave off guilt crash on him for the hundredth time.
Ever since he came back after leaving them, he’s been feeling an immense amount of guilt. They repeatedly told him that it was locket’s fault, but Ron couldn’t help but feel responsible.
He then walked over to where Harry was sitting and saw that he was paying more attention to the Map than the forest.
“Who are you looking for?” Ron asked and Harry jumped. He appeared to be deep in thought.
“N-no one,” he said quickly and Ron sat down beside him.
“Well, there’s got to be someone you’re watching with such focus.” Harry didn’t reply and Ron decided to study the Map himself. He saw many names moving across the paper, but pointed at one. “Oh, hey, there’s Ginny! I’m glad we can see her on here.”
“Yeah,” Harry whispered, sounding like he was zoning out again.
“I hope she’s doing well.”
“Me too. She usually spends her time in the library or her dorm. Sometimes she spends her whole day in of those places.”
“Hm,” Ron hummed in response. It was rather humorous that his little sister would actually be spending long hours in a library.
Then he paused.
How could Harry possibly know where she was spending her time and how long she was spending it there? Was watching her on the map this whole time?
It was then that Ron realized that, yes, Harry was watching Ginny on the Map. He knew that they had dated, but he didn’t know that Harry’s feelings for her were this strong.
“You miss her,” Ron said abruptly.
Harry snapped his head up and looked at him. Ron just smiled.
“Come on, mate. I’m not all that stupid. It’s obvious.”
Harry sighed and looked back down. “Yeah. I do.”
Ron chuckled. “I bet you all the Galleons in the world she misses you too.”
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April Prompt #1: Smile for @hinnymicrofic
"Harry! Harry, come quickly!"
Ginny was whispering as loudly as she dared, calling out to Harry until she heard his feet thundering through the house. He came charging into the room, door bouncing off the wall and then his shoulder in his haste. Ginny cringed and flapped her hand to hush the question in his lips.
"Look," she whispered, "he's smiling."
Harry tiptoed over to the cot, peering over the rail at their sleeping son, whose little lips were twitching as he dreamed, settling into the sweetest smile Ginny had ever seen.
Ginny glanced over at her husband to find a soft smile gracing his own face and unreleased tears shining in his eyes. She wrapped her arms around his waist and tucked her head into his shoulder. His arms settled around her shoulders and she felt a kiss pressed to her hair.
"I'm glad his dreams make him smile," he said softly, and Ginny could only nod, thinking of all the nightmares they had endured so that their son didn't have to.
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How to make an impression through a series of awkward disasters.
inspired by this ask! now featuring more terrible interactions, the occasional pastry, and the close proximity of your crush.
prompt from @hinnymicrofic - pick.
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