Canon Couples and the Random Heights I Assigned Them
Just because I recently re-read this post and it's on my mind. Here's what I think these canon couples' final heights came to be and some justifications behind my thought process, as well as some headcanons. Let's start with my OTP -
Harry (6'1") and Ginny (5'0")
I'm kinda obsessed with the idea that 17yo Harry being the same height as his 21yo deceased father would grow just a couple more inches
Ginny being 5ft fits with her being the noticeably "smallest one" in the DoM during OOTP and with Harry being able to easily look over her head during the infamous First Kiss scene in HBP, putting her head at chest height of Harry (as of HBP)
Ginny is the only one who knows about Harry's petty satisfaction when he ran into Draco Malfoy some years after the war and realized he had continued to grow and Malfoy hadn't
James (5'11") and Lily (5'8")
Because they're both tall enough to be considered "tall", but not the kind of tall that is shocking
Lily being 5'8" makes her tall enough to have to look down at 14yo Harry in the graveyard scene of GOF
Ron (6'5") and Hermione (5'8")
In order for Fred and George to be "shorter and stockier" than 14yo Ron, but still slightly over 6ft so as to shrink to 5'11" in DH, I have to assume Ron's final height came to be one that most people would put in the "Holy shit you're tall" category
I know I'm going to get shouted at for Hermione's height, because she's never described as particularly tall in the books HOWEVER she's never described as particularly short either, just shorter than Harry
This 9 inch height difference give Ron & Hermione the perfect height difference for Ron to comfortably rest his chin on her head without having to hunch over awkwardly like Harry does with Ginny, so I'm sticking to it
Arthur (5'11") and Molly (4'11")
I know the movies made Arthur short and round, but he was described as thin in the books and all the Weasley boys wind up being pretty tall, so they had to get that from somewhere.
Molly is consistently described as short and dumpy throughout the series, and while Ginny is often compared to Molly physically, I just like the idea that Ginny managed to grow that extra inch that Molly never did.
Draco (6'0") and Astoria (5'11")
we know in DH Draco was slightly taller than Harry at the Malfoy Manor scene (p.457, U.S. edition of DH), so if we assume the like linked post above that Harry was 5'11" during DH, then I'd put Draco at 6 foot.
we literally know nothing about Astoria (CC doesn't count), but I picked 5'11" because it is the curse of all tall women to wind up with men roughly the same height
Lucius (5'10") and Narcissa (5'10")
we know Harry and Narcissa are the same height in HBP, so I put her at 5'10"
correct me if I'm wrong, but Lucius is never described as particularly tall, while Narcissa is. And of course, tall for a woman is average for a man. I put Lucius to be around around the same height as Narcissa because I just don't see Lucius' personality allowing him to be with a woman taller than himself.
also, see the curse of tall women above
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The Heist pt. 6
You can read it from the beginning, here.
A New Addition
Draco, along with the three other wizards in the room, froze as a swath of red hair preceded the voice of Ginny Weasley. As she entered Draco’s study behind her husband.
“Hello, boys.”
“I thought I said I drew the line at Weasley!” Theo practically bellowed.
Draco quirked a brow at him. “I thought you had been referring to her brother.”
“I was, but you get one and you end up with the lot of them!”
“That’s not a thing. Besides, she’s a Potter.” Harry protested on behalf of his wife who huffed out a laugh.
“It’s sort of a thing.” Ginny Weasley swayed into the room like she owned it. Draco recalled her being rather confident, in comparison to her older brother. But this was a woman who not only exuded confidence, but looked utterly un-phased by Theo's ranting.
“What are you doing here, Aunt Ginny?” Teddy, who looked rather nervous, asked as he slid the guards lanyard behind his back.
Ginny strode over to the couch and set herself down, propping her feet upon the coffee table and announced, “I want in.”
Draco, of course, grinned broadly at her husband. But Theo managed to choke on his saliva as he struggled and failed to dignify the witch with a response.
“She figured out that I was up to something.”
“How?” Seamus asked as he fist bumped Ginny before setting himself across from her on one of the arm chairs.
“Well, first off all, Hermione dropped by the other day and insisted she speak to him in private. I always know that whenever she can’t speak to him in front of me, it has to do with naughty wizards.” She sucked through her teeth. “Secondly, I found Ron covering for him at work.”
“Weasley is covering for you?” Seamus raised a brow.
“Yeah,” Harry shrugged. “Who else can I trust to cover for me?”
“Not Weasley!” Theo growled.
“Ron wont give me away, Nott. Calm down. He knows about mine and Grangers schemes to get the some of the human traffickers caught.”
“Don’t you play Quidditch?” Draco asked, as he searched his drawers for something to munch on.
“Not anymore.” She drawled. “I work with Fred at the Joke Shop.”
“Oh, just what we needed. How fruitful your experience is to us. How useful you will be—”
“Exactly.” Ginny cut him off, casually and completely ignoring his sarcasm. “I’m glad you see it my way. Besides,” She sighed. “I’m bored.”
“Bored?!”
Draco shrugged, because well, he could relate. He had tried to retire from this life and worked part time for the Ministry as an auditor. But, half the time, he felt like stuffing his head into a carousel, just so he could have something more entertaining to do.
Theo opened his mouth to protest but paused and looked over at Harry. “Where is Granger?”
He shrugged and slid onto the couch beside his wife, who promptly moved her feet to his lap, instead. “I thought she was with you lot.”
“She was.” Theo squinted his eyes, briefly, then shook his head. As if to dispel his mind of any ill thoughts.
“Ginny,” Draco began. “You can help Potter set up a meeting with Astoria Greengrass.”
“Alright.” She didn’t ask anything except for, “Under what pretext?”
“To discuss the ongoing work of incorporating the normalcy of Muggle ways into the Wizarding world. Such as,” He gestured toward the two of them. “Cell phones.”
“Speaking of which. We should probably get some.” Harry tossed in. “Burner phones, anyway.”
“Why would we want to burn phones?” Theo scoffed.
“I’ve burned phones before. They sort of explode with enough heat applied.” Seamus nodded enthusiastically.
“Not —” Harry pinched his brow and sighed. “Nevermind. Just ask Hermione, will you?”
Draco agreed with Harry. Cell phones, though he had not much experience with them, seemed terribly convenient.
“If you had to guess,” Theo mused. “Where would you say Granger is?” He glanced at the old grandfather clock Draco had acquired from an antique shop many, many jobs ago.
“Probably doing something sneaky.” Ginny snorted and Harry chuckled. Theo frowned deeply as he played with an hour glass on Draco’s shelves.
Draco was on the verge of asking Ginny a question about the meeting when the aroma of garlic and onion began to waft through the door.
Just before Granger rounded the corner and held up two bags of Chinese take out.
Draco nearly groaned at the sight of it and the smells. Instead, he grinned broadly at her as she smirked across the room at him.
“Just lovely.” Draco directed at Theo who scowled at him.
“Where have you been?” Theo rounded on the witch who frowned up at him as she handed him a bag.
She took her wand from her pocket and quickly transfigured an old wooden cigar box into a dining table, and then added several chairs transfigured out of random items from Draco’s study, such as pens and decorative rocks.
“Hi, Gin!” Granger greeted her friend with absolutely no surprise at finding her presence.
“Hey ‘Mione!” Ginny called from her spot on the couch.
“I got Dinner, Theo.” Granger said to him.
He settled into a chair and frowned at her, clearly disbelieving her.
“Well,” She sighed and gestured to the seat at the head of the table for Draco before settling into one directly across from Theo. “I did make one extra stop.”
“Oh, did you?” Theo leaned back in his chair and watched as she unpacked takeout container after takeout container.
“I did.” She looked rather pleased with herself, causing Draco to smile at her as her twinkling eyes met his.
“And?”
“Well,” She bit her lower lip and reached into that little charmed purse of hers.
When she withdrew her hand, she held up a long, slender piece of ivory.
“Is that walrus ivory?” Draco asked, impressed.
“It is!” She handed it to him as he settled at the table.
Harry, Seamus, Teddy and Ginny all joined and began to pick through the food.
“You want to make a replica.” Draco murmured, nodding as he turned the piece over.
“I do.” She grabbed a pair of chopsticks and tucked into a box of chow mien.
“And where did you happen to come up on a tusk of a walrus?”
Granger shrugged and took a bite of noodles. “I stopped by Cormac’s.”
Theo made a gagging noise while Harry and Ginny cringed.
“I knew it.”
“McLaggen?” Seamus’ nose crinkled in disgust.
“Yes, he owed me a favor.”
Draco decided that while it was amusing to watch the lot of them degrade McLaggen, he didn’t appreciate the flustered look on Granger’s face as she tried to avoid all of the disapproving looks from her friends.
“I found out whose blood was used for the ward on The Wand,” Draco broke into the tension as he pinched a piece of salt and pepper chicken.
“You did?” Granger’s discomfort immediately vanished. “Who?”
“Astoria Greengrass.”
Theo choked on his noodles and Granger glanced at him before tilting her head. “How odd. How did you find out?”
“Well,” He poked around the paper container a bit before setting it down. “I saw her at the museum talking with the curator and after a bit of research I found that she is, indeed, the one who donated the item from a personal collection of art she has been building over the years.”
“Oh, well, how do we get some of her blood?”
“That’s where the meeting with the Potters comes in.” He nodded to the couple who nodded in agreement.
“Okay.” Granger’s mouth pulled to one side. Her little forehead furrowed as she thought about it. “How is Harry and Ginny supposed to get her to give them blood.”
“Why don’t you meet with her?” Theo asked to which Draco chuckled at.
“You know Tori hates me.”
“Yes, but, when she inevitably slaps you and cuts herself on your rings as you lift a hand in defense, then we can get some of her blood. Deal done.”
“Why does Astoria Greenhouse hate you so much?” Granger leaned her elbows onto the table, eager eyes taking in the exchange between him and Theo.
“Because he left her at the alter.”
Ginny and Granger gasped, affronted. Granger leaned back in her seat and gaped at him.
“Why?” She finally asked.
Draco swiped the chow mien from where she had placed it and took a bite. When he swallowed, he frowned at her and shrugged.
“Oh, I think I remember that, now!” Ginny nodded emphatically. “Of course, I don’t remember any article saying that you ditched out on her.” She grimaced while simultaneously piercing Draco with a disapproving look.
“It doesn’t matter.” Granger shook her head, as if sensing the same discomfort in him as she felt when interrogated about McLaggen. “What matters is that Draco cannot be the one to get her blood, so it’ll have to be you two.”
Theo nodded. “And it’ll have to be creative.”
Teddy raised a hand, lazily as he reached over for an eggroll. “How does one get blood, creatively?”
Everyone around the table fell quiet as they ate.
“We could stab-” Seamus began.
“No.” Ginny cut him off.
“We could stupefy her.” Teddy shrugged. “Take her blood then obliviate her.”
Draco robbed at his jaw with a chuckle.
“Or,” Granger’s eyes were moving back and forth, looking between everyone around the table and doing some sort of mental calculation in her head.
“We could ask her.”
Theo laughed once. “Why didn’t we think of that, already?”
But Granger shook her head, undeterred. “She’s interested in the Muggles in some way, is she not? I mean, she’s donated a a piece of history to a muggle museum.”
Draco nodded. “She did. She has pushed her family to accept and embrace Muggles and things like Science and Art.”
Granger’s eyes lit up. “Exactly!”
“What are you saying?” Theo leaned forward, pressing his own elbows into the table.
“We could have Ginny and Harry pretend to be involved in some sort of Muggle foundation meant to study the link between the two. We can also tell her that it is meant to help the Wizarding world advance in Magic and Science, save lives or some rubbish like that.”
“Okay,” Harry nodded. “But in the Muggle world, there are specialist that take blood. We’re not Phlebotomists.”
She nodded. “A few of us can act like members of the foundation.”
“So we need to arrange a meeting with her to discuss it, first.” Ginny held up her chopsticks.
“Tomorrow.” Draco nodded.
“We’ll need Polyjuice potion.”
Draco nodded to Theo. “That’s not a problem. We have plenty.”
Granger leaned back in her seat. “This foundation needs to look real.”
Draco nodded and began to dig into his Salt and Pepper chicken with a renewed enthusiasm. “It will be real.” He smiled at her as he chewed.
“You mean Zabini?”
He nodded and Theo chuckled. “Zabini is going to help us screw over Greengrass. This is going to be interesting.”
“It’s going to be brilliant.” Teddy whooped and tossed an eggroll into his mouth. “Please tell me that I get to go.”
Harry and Ginny began to protest but it was Draco who appraised the kid and nodded. “What else can you morph into?”
“I could morph into a dog if it meant you’d let me play a bigger role.”
Draco laughed and glanced over at Granger who looked slightly concerned for the kid. Then at Theo who was grinning broadly at Teddy Lupin.
“This can work.” Theo nodded before settling his excited stare onto Draco.
Both men looked to Granger and watched as she fought the twitch of her lips, the fight against the smile that pushed to be seen once they settled their own onto her.
She sighed. “We’re going to need books on Phlebotomy, Teddy.” She glanced over at Draco’s clock. “The library should be open for another hour. We can make it if we hurry, now.”
Draco nodded, appreciatively, and winked at Granger.
He wasn’t sure if a slight blush had crept into her cheeks, or if it was a trick of the lighting.
"Oh," Theo perked up, suddenly recalling something. "While you're out, Granger, will you get us some of those burning phones?"
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