#ginny POV

[ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey]

April 19: Believe

Day 19 @hinnymicrofic

“Are we honestly supposed to believe you don’t know where they–”

“Shut up, Smith,” Ginny growls, the panic rising in her throat. “Or are you really as thick as you look?”

The train is crowded; anybody could have overheard them. A child of a Death Eater, or a gossipy Ministry employee, anyone who could snap their fingers and descend horror on the Burrow, on her parents, her family. 

She’s never liked Zacharias Smith, but now she’s considering maiming him.

He has the decency to look abashed, but Ginny is past caring. What sort of explanation does he think he’s owed, anyway? Just because he showed up to some DA meetings so that he could pass his fucking DADA OWL? He can piss off.  

He lowers his voice. “You’re the one who’s thick if you think anyone is going to believe that you don’t know where Harry and Hermione are. And Ron, sick with spattergroit?”

She’s about to hex him, but he continues. “I’m not the worst person who’s going to ask. I’d come up with a better story, if I were you.”

The words are sharp and jagged on her tongue. “Harry ditched me. I couldn’t care less where he is.”

We could have had ages… months… years, maybe… 

Smith scoffs, clearly affronted. “With the way you two were carrying on? Please, spare me the cock-and-bull story. You won’t tell me, fine. But no one is going to believe that shite.”

It’s been like something out of something else’s life, these last few weeks with you…

He turns his back, and Ginny fantasizes about turning him to jelly as he walks away. Before she can act on it, she can feel a steady hand on her arm.

“He’s a git,” Neville says firmly, closing their compartment door. “Not worth it.”

Rather than debate the merits of teaching that weasel a lesson, Ginny sighs. “He’s a git with a point though. Worse than the likes of him are going to ask me about them. Probably you lot, as well.”

Neville looks grim, Luna thoughtful.

“I suppose it is difficult to think Harry would ditch you like that,” Luna muses.

“He did ditch me,” Ginny snarls. “You know that.”

Neville stares down at his shoes, but Luna remains serene. “Yes, but not really though, did he?”

“He did,” Ginny insists. “And you’d better help me convince them he never gave a shite about me.”

Neville grimaces. “Harry’s not like that though, is he? People won’t think–”

“He got what he wanted,” Ginny says harshly, wanting to startle them with it. “And he left.”

Neville looks unhappy, but then nods, acquiescing. Luna, however, gives her a searching look. “You don’t really believe that, do you?”

Ginny closes her eyes; perhaps her eyelids can shield her from the onslaught of memories accosting her. Harry, waiting outside of her lessons; Harry, mucking about in the library studying for Divination; Harry, kissing her furiously against a wall, looking at her like she's the sun.

Harry, walking away from her. 

“I have to believe that,” Ginny says, opening her eyes and gritting her teeth. “So they will, too.”

#hinny #dh missing moment #ginny pov #angst

[honeydukesheroine]

Chapter Update: The In-Betweens (6th Year)

Enough Nerve (Part 1)

It was true, this wasn’t how anything was supposed to go. But again, that wasn’t Harry’s fault. And the cup - standing resolute in its resplendence, fixing her with its gaze like a directed beam of light - couldn’t be won on disappointment.

It didn’t care about Tom, Malfoy, Cho, or any other number of evils at Hogwarts. All it was concerned with was the score, and who had enough grit to fight for the title.

Special thanks to @fizzyginfizz for her help betaing this chapter 🧡

#let the games begin #the eye of the ginger #party in the Gryffindor common room #Weasley is our queen #Ginny pov #the in betweens #enough nerve #hinny high

[fizzyginfizz]

Ginny Weasley’s Ultimate Awesome Life Plan™:

Go To Hogwarts & Be Better Than Ron at Everything

Become Youngest House Player in a Century

Earn Universal Admiration (Quaffle Juggling + Brilliant Brilliance)

Be Best Friends with Harry Potter

*order of accomplishment may vary because: Pfft. Details.

Quidditch is for Losers:

Chapter 1 // Latest Chapter

Hufflepup:

Chapter 1/Chapter 2

#hinny #hinny fanfic #ginny weasley #ginny-centric #ginny POV #weasley family #weasley siblings #quidditch is for losers #qifl

[undercoverdrxco]

Exposé (Ginny’s Version)

Ginny wouldn’t call herself a detective by any means (well, sometimes she does), but she did have quite the keen eye and her intuition was- almost- never wrong. She had once been right about Ron cheating on Hermione, then she had been right about Harry planning a surprise party for her twenty-first birthday, she’d even been right about that time the ever-so-guilty Ron had blamed George for eating her last slice of pie. She’d been right about it all.

And now she was absolutely sure that Hermione Granger had a secret boyfriend. And if the track record followed, she’d be right about that as well.

#dramione #draco and hermione #dramione fanfic #draco malfoy #hermione granger #hermione x draco #draco fanfiction #draco x hermione #Ginny pov

[thenicestthingiveseen]

prompt 19: believe

dh missing moment [180 words] 

written for @hinnymicrofic

Ginny’s heart drops and she’s sure it’s fallen out of her ass. She’d laugh at the imagery if what she was dealing with right now wasn’t absolutely gut-wrenchingly horrific. She didn’t want to believe it. The body in Hagrid’s arms wasn’t his. It couldn’t be. He wouldn’t just give up. But he would sacrifice for some stupidly noble reason like the greater good, a voice in her head scoffs.  The sound that comes out of her body can’t be human. She’s numb and she’s walking toward Tom and his followers to get a better look at the body and if she happens to claw each and every Death Eater apart with her bare hands while she’s checking then so be it. Except, she gets nowhere. Her legs are moving, she’s sure of it. But she makes no progress forward, she feels multiple arms holding her back. She can hear Bill and her father trying to calm her down.

But she can’t calm down. She won’t calm down. She won’t believe what Tom is saying until she sees it for herself.

#hinny microfic #dh missing moment #ginny pov #ginny weasley #microfic #hinny

[takearisk-xo]

July 31, 1997 (Ginny's Version) a tpfy missing moment

Memory presses like a knife against her throat. She can almost feel the warm sun at the nape of her neck as images are wrenched violently to the forefront of her mind. The shade of the willow tree, the soft breeze rippling off the lake, the slide of his lips against hers. She knows without a shadow of doubt that Harry is remembering it too.

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[whinlatter]

think (harry/ginny) | a microfic

day 13 of @hinnymicrofic | prompt: think

He showers quick, tries to scrub the train off him. Snorts at the sight of Vernon’s large bottle of hair-thickening shampoo. Having stared at his uncle’s head all the way back from London, he reckons Vernon’s due a refund.

There's some lurid deodorant of Dudley's - hair gel, too, looks cheap and shit. He feels a stab of pity for whichever poor girl his cousin’s trying to scrub up for these days. Dudley trying to pull, he thinks with a laugh, Christ. But thoughts of pulling lead to thoughts of girls, which lead, inevitably, to thoughts of Ginny.

He shoves the hair gel back on the shelf. Adds Dudley pulling to the don’t think about it list he’d started making on the train, somewhere around the Cumbrian border, when Ron had offered him a Caramel Kappa, Ginny’s favourite, and he’d wanted to throw up all over the chess board.

The Dursleys had waited all of two seconds after he’d slammed the car boot shut before speeding off to dinner at some miserable gastropub off the M3. Suits him fine, wants to be alone. He stabs a fork through the plastic film of his ready-meal, makes sure to puncture the yellow reduced sticker Petunia's left on for his benefit, and watches the bright white of the mashed potato atop the shepherd’s pie whirling around in the microwave. 

You know, it’s made from real shepherd, he’d said to Ginny once. That’s such a dad joke, she’d said, and he’d said I wouldn’t know and she’d said Potter you get one dead dad joke a day and you already used today’s up at breakfast. Shepherd’s pie is on the don’t think about it list, then, he thinks, just before he burns his fingers sliding the ready meal onto a tray. Probably best add cottage pie, too, same idea. Maybe all savoury pies, play it safe.

He flops down on the sofa, feet up on the coffee table, eats straight from the hot plastic as he flicks through channels. The nine o'clock news is all budget this, Hong Kong that, Tim Henman out at Wimbledon. The nine o’clock news is not Dumbledore's dead, Snape murdered him, there’s a war on, Harry Potter's dropped out of school to go hunt bits of Voldemort's dismembered soul. 

Dropped out of school, he thinks. Scandalous, delinquent. What d'you reckon? he asks the Ginny in his head. Harry Potter, troubled dropout? Do anything for you? The Ginny in his head laughs. It’d be fun if she were here, he thinks, curled up next to him on this ugly sofa, taking the piss out of Petunia’s cushion covers and Dudley’s wrestling trophies. Imagines taking her up to his bedroom, pointing out the lamp Dobby whacked himself around the head with. But then the Ginny in his head looks at him and says I never really gave up on you and I knew this would happen in the end, and it all bursts, shatters into a hundred dusty pieces.

He chucks the rest of the meal in the bin, adds dropping out of school to the stupid list. Might as well add the budget, Hong Kong and Tim Henman, why not.

Turns off the telly, goes upstairs and lies on his bed, fully-clothed, staring up at the ceiling, because on the walk from the living room to his bedroom the list has expanded to include his trunk (train, Hogwarts, Ginny), his jumper (still smells a bit like her on the left arm, pathetic), and Hedwig (how does it feel knowing your owl prefers me, Potter?).

He stares out of the window for a while, eyes next door's new extension, which sort of works - ugly nothing suburbia - until he remembers the twins and Ron at the window in a flying Ford Anglia, zooming him off to the Burrow where a little red headed girl is blushing and sticking her elbow in the butter dish and god, this really is shit, isn't it, they weren't lying. She knew then, of course she did. He's never been good at thinking of nothing, has he, and he's thought about her as he falls asleep every day since about October, so what chance does he have now?

He's dreading the dreams the most, knows they'll be unbearable. Almost hopes he dreams of lockets and green light and dead headmasters. Can't be worse than bright brown eyes, freckles on a bottom lip (how do you even get freckles on your bottom lip, Gin? Don't be jealous of my freckles, Potter, just because your skin's so boring), the smell of her hair (what do you mean my hair smells? What is that supposed to mean? Why are you laughing?) and the sound of her laugh and her gasps and the sound of her breathing, soft, lying beside him under the cloak on the lakeshore. Looking down under the table at dinner, seeing her thigh next to his on the bench, hand on his knee, body drawn to his, magnets, magic.

When he wakes groggily the next day - crick in his neck, still in his jeans - his first thought is: he's overslept. He’s missed Ginny on her way down to breakfast, going to be late for Potions, fucked it.

But no, of course not. There’s no Ginny, no breakfast, no Potions. Might still have fucked it, though, who's to say. Don't, he tells himself, as he heads for the bathroom to scrub the night off him, just don't think about it.

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[dramioneasks]

Beyond Recall or Desire - vannminner - E, 25 chapters - In December of 2001, Draco Malfoy was meant to be married. Unfortunately, a union with Astoria Greengrass would be impossible as his soul had already been bound to another's. Now, if only he could remember whose... - “A birth bond?” Narcissa asked. Alistair shook his head, “I’m afraid not. This is something else entirely.” He made eye contact with Draco before quickly looking away. “This is a chosen bond… a mutual decision…”

#author: vannminner #soulmates #bonding #hermione's pov #draco's pov #theo #smut #draco: potions master #hermione: unspeakable #forced partnership #sharing a bed #memory modification #time travel #blaise #narcissa #lucius #ginny #tonks #andromeda #harry #snape #memory modification [draco & hermione] #grangers #children #original characters #flashbacks #memories

[sydneysageivashkov]

tlt crack au: it’s been 10 000 years since john gaius has gotten to watch the bachelor. fortunately, he now has a daughter who needs a spouse! oh, and if he gets some lyctors out of it, that’d be cool too.

#the locked tomb #griddlehark #bachelor au from jod's pov with the og lyctors sitting around making snarky comments #mercy constantly asking if it's even legal to marry the toddler off yet #tlt spoilers #ginny don't look

[afinaldream]

From a No-Voldemort AU WIP that hopefully will see the light of the day this year. 1.6k words of Ginny pining after Harry.

Harry has the warmest smile Ginny has ever seen in anyone.

It makes her think of hot chocolate, the kind she raises in the middle of the night to prepare in the kitchen, enjoying the sweetness that brings good dreams when she goes back to sleep. She wonders if kissing him would taste like chocolate too.

It's not likely she will ever know. He won't ever look at her as if she is anything more than Ron's little sister.

So she goes back to watch him from afar, wishing there was some way of vanishing those stupid feelings inside her, some magical potion to stop her heart from beating faster when he gives that lopsided grin, the one that shows all happiness inside him.

That's really his most attractive feature. Harry is so happy, all the time, that his face seems to glow — the infectious grin, the sparkle of his bright green eyes, the way he never stops moving. He is lively.

His eyes catch hers before Ginny can look away and pretend to be interested in anything else, and she feels a blush coming to her face that she hopes she can account for the heat. It's a really warm August day, especially here in the South of England, so no one can fault her for being pinker than usual.

But instead of noticing she is flustered for being caught ogling him, Harry gestures for her to come closer and Ginny walks towards him, unable to refuse him. She is hopeless and she knows it, but it's hard to care when Harry's eyes are turned to her.

“Your brother is crazy,” Harry tells her as soon as she joins his side, in a carried whisper that's obviously to be heard by Ron at his other side.

“Took you four years to realize?” Ginny quips back, sounding properly shocked.

Harry's smile increases in the same proportion Ron looks outraged.

And then those unstoppable butterflies open wings in her stomach, something nicer and scarier than flying. He is so nice that she really wishes she could see him in the same fraternal way that he always treats her.

Her life would be much easier if she didn't fancy her brother's best friend.

“Watch it,” Ron says smugly. “You'll see I am right after tonight's match.”

“Are you still betting on Puddlemere? They'll be crushed by the Harpies tonight — er—” Ginny throws a brief glance at Harry, not minding her smirk then. “No offence to your dad, Harry.”

He just laughs. “None taken, I am betting on the Harpies too. Their beaters are just too good, and their new seeker is amazing.”

“Sure, Felicia Howe is amazing,” Ron agrees, though his smirk tells Ginny that he is not thinking about the same qualities that Harry was referring to. Sitting on a bench next to them, Hermione raises her head from her book long enough to let out a disdainful sigh that makes Ron blush and gag. “Er — I mean, as a seeker. She is an amazing player, that’s all.”

Harry's eyes catch Ginny's again, but this time she doesn't blush. This is just one of their secret exchanges, the look they share whenever Ron and Hermione are being completely stupid about the fact they fancy each other. It's happens a lot.

“But Puddlemere has very seasoned chasers,” Ron adds, his voice somehow enough to make Ginny turn her gaze away from Harry; so far she has been very good at keeping her feelings unknown to her brothers, and Ginny would rather this does not change; they would never let the topic go. “If the match is long enough, they might win.”

“Howe has set records in this season for fastest captures of the Golden Snitch,” Ginny reminds him, while Harry nods his head.

“That's her move, catching the Snitch before any disadvantage becomes too evident in the game,” he agrees, and then he turns to Ginny with that bloody glorious smirk that turns her insides into jelly. “Which proves how seekers are much more valuable than chasers.”

It's an old discussion, one that Ginny remembers siding with Harry's dad in the living room of the Potter's house, her and James Potter against Harry in the defence of the important role of chasers in a team. They always use the same arguments (“it's all about teamwork, chasers often decide the result of the game” versus “you need three chasers for one goal that's only worth ten points?”), so it's more for the sake of the discussion than for anything else.

She knows how she should answer, but Harry is looking at her, his tanned skin contrasting with the white shirt he is using, his eyes sparkling behind his glasses, and Ginny cannot for her life think of a reasonable answer. He has grown over the summer too, which Ginny carefully admired while they were on the beach, and she can only be glad he is wearing a shirt right now, or she would do something stupid like drool or compose a poem about him.

“Fine,” Harry sighs when she doesn't answer. “Chasers are a little important.”

Ginny forces herself to breathe.

“They have all the fun,” she says, glad that her voice comes out steady. “You know, while the seeker is out there just bored out of his mind.”

“Bored!” Harry scoffs teasingly. “As if. There is so much happening on the field — it's not like the bludgers ignore us. You know it's much dangerous being a seeker—”

Ginny loses herself happily in her discussion with Harry. That’s the main problem of having a crush on him — they are friends. Sure, Harry is closer to Ron and Hermione, just as Ginny is closer to her friends in her year, but when it comes to that easy talk, Harry and Ginny are unbeatable. He was the first person she ever told about her flying abilities and Harry had been the one to encourage her to fly in front of her brothers — their jaws had dropped, it had been totally worth it — and then had introduced her to his father, who was one of Ginny’s idols in Quidditch.

And last year, when he needed a friend to go with him to the Yule Ball, Ginny had accepted his invitation. Harry never said exactly he was asking her as a friend, but Ginny was not stupid; she had seen the way he’d looked at Cho Chang, splendid in the arms of the Hogwarts champion, and she had known what it meant. She had helped him ease his mind, though, because they were friends — and as such, she’d danced with him and they had shared a laugh over Ron’s jealousy of Hermione and then they had finished the night rating other couple’s dance moves (Malfoy and Parkinson had gotten a five for being a git, Neville and Hannah had been the only ten of the night because they danced perfectly and Harry had given himself and Ginny a very respectable eight, because even though none of them were good dancers, they had enjoyed themselves and that counted points).

But when the party had ended, they had gone back to the Common Room — one of the last couples to do so — and they had said their goodbyes at the edge of the stairs to their own dormitories.

“I had a really good time tonight,” Harry had said, that warm smile on his face. “Thank you, Ginny.”

“You were not a bad date either,” she had replied teasingly.

And then there was a moment of silence, one that lasted seconds longer than it should and it was enough for Ginny to realise how her heart was thumping impossibly fast with a longing burning inside her as she stared at Harry, still looking handsome in his dress robes.

He was really handsome, she remembers thinking with a start. It was not that she had not noticed it before, but this was the first time she’d understood what that attraction really meant and it wasn’t that crush she’d harboured after seeing him embarking the Hogwarts Express years ago. And she had realised how much she wanted to share a goodnight kiss with him then, how much she wished they had not gone together as friends.

But Harry had done nothing more than pass his hand over her hair, in the most brotherly gesture she could think of, and Ginny had just nodded and turned around to go to her own dormitory, fighting back the heaviness on her chest. Harry would never look at her in any other way than that friendly way. She could understand it — if he saw Ron as his brother, he’d see her in the same way.

Ginny had tried to forget those stupid feelings, knowing perfectly well that Harry was pining for another girl and that they were pointless. It was easier said than done, however, especially when he was just so oblivious to how wonderful he was.

Once or twice it had come to her mind that she could take the large step of faith and just ask him out. Just one date, a real one, enough for him to know how she felt about him and, if he accepted it, enough for them to know if they could turn their friendship into something more. But Ginny knew that this would mean tainting their friendship and that she didn’t want to risk it; in a bad scenario, he would reject her and it would become obvious that her feelings were completely one-sided; in an even worst scenario, Harry would accept out of pity.

Whatever feelings she harboured for him, they were friends first.

Which meant there is only one thing for her to do. Get over him.

#hinny #i know this might be Ginny's pov here but #i love this Harry so much #he is just glowing with happiness you have no idea

[ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey]

April 12: Argue

Day 12 of @hinnymicrofic

She’s arguing with her mother, equal parts terrified and furious, trying to get her to see reason, when she feels him walk up behind them. 

Their reunion certainly isn’t what she’d fantasized about since he left - Harry’s only looked at her once since she arrived. Rather than happy, he’d looked haunted to see her, like the very sight of her struck fear into his heart. 

He appears older, though she can’t pinpoint what about him has aged. Perhaps it’s that he holds himself like an adult, now, commanding some sort of attention and respect without asking for it. But the dark circles beneath his eyes and the frequent journey his hands take through his hair points to a bone deep exhaustion and a steep toll that the past year has taken.

She needs to fight with her family, with him. Her mother can’t possibly fail to understand that, can she? 

On some level, she recognizes the vague innocence her mother is trying to protect, some ideal notion that children ought not to be involved in wars. Well, they ought not to be, but they are. Ginny is involved. Has been since she was 11, despite the fact that her family seems to conveniently forget it at every opportunity.

Ginny hasn’t forgotten.

The delusion of protecting her from any of this should have been abandoned at the first drop of ink in that cursed diary. How can they expect her to sit back, to watch as everyone she loves puts themselves in danger to fight a battle that is more personal to her than to any of them?

But Mum’s still telling her no, and you can’t, and you’re too young, like fighting a war would be a more reasonable thing to do in three month’s time, so Ginny turns to Harry, hoping to find an ally - that he’ll understand better than anyone the need to act, to protect. 

She meets his gaze and her heart sinks into the floor.

He’s looking at her like he’s a marionette and she’s the last string holding him upright, and then he shakes his head.

She only turns away from him when the tears sting.

She can’t believe he’s asking this of her, but it’s the asking that does it. His eyes aren’t saying no; they’re saying please. He’s not telling her she’s incapable, or she’s too young for this; he’s simply begging her to stay out of it. She resents the way she can read his every thought, because perhaps if she couldn’t, if she loved him less, then she could have ignored his silent plea: I can’t do this if you’re here.

His appeal works where no one else’s would have; she’s made friends with the fear in his eyes, has lived with hers since he disappeared from the wedding. She accepts it; doesn’t argue any further. He has a job to do, after all.

He’d better go and do it, then, and come back to her. Because she needs to tell him afterward that it isn’t fucking fair that he’s begged her to protect his heart while hers is pumping frantically in the palm of his hand.

#hinny #DH Ginny POV #hinny microfic

[honeydukesheroine]

Thus begins my "Writer's Retreat" weekend! In which you'll find me listening to Autumn Variations by Ed on repeat and trying to crank out Ch 22 of TIBs. Give me all the moody skies and crisp fall walks 🍁

#accountability post #send me the free flowing words #Ginny just can't help it #It'll have to go through the GinFizz approval process first #writer updates #harrypotter fanfiction #missing moments #ginny weasley #ginny POV

[fizzyginfizz]

Thanks for the tag @starlingflight @corneliaavenue-ao3 and @honeydukesheroine!

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

"No cephalopod had ever broke her top ten accomplice wishlist, but there was something here blah-blah-beggars-choosers she ought to remember."

I'm sure a bunch of you have already been tagged, but here's more in my not-so-subtle press for extra sneak peeks: @ginnyw-potter, @curse-04, @merlinsbudgiesmugglers, @lanaturnergetup, @sophie-hatter-jenkins, @deadwoodpecker, @thelighthousestale

#wip game #ginny pov #quidditch is for losers #qifl

[hinny-canons]

@corneliaavenue-ao3 ‘s Several Sunlit Daylights

Fearless: You Belong With Me

Ginny was in the Common Room, trying to do her work. The room was crowded and people were talking from all corners. She had a Charms essay due and she needed to finish it. If fourth year was difficult, she didn't wanna see what fifth year would be like.

She couldn’t go to Hogsmeade since she had Quidditch practice, but now that’s done so all she could do was study.

She heard some girls giggling and talking. “Did you hear that Harry started dating Cho Chang?” One of them spoke.

This made Ginny listen. She didn’t know this had happened. She didn’t know why her stomach tied in a knot upon hearing this. She was over Harry and she had a boyfriend now. It shouldn’t bother her this much, right?

They started wondering what their first kiss was like and Ginny had to move away to block it out.

She’s known Harry for a few years now. She’s been in front of him for so long. Why can’t he see her?

Later on, all students came back and Ginny was just sitting waiting for them.

“Hey, Ginny,” Ron said when he came back with Harry and Hermione by his side.

“Hey, how was the trip?” She asked.

“It was great!” Hermione said.

“It was okay,” Harry muttered. He looked sad, Ginny noticed. Harry loves going to Hogsmeade.

She knew something was wrong. “What happened?” She asked.

“Well…my date wasn’t how I expected.”

Ron snorted. “Cho wasn’t as you expected.” Harry glared at him but didn’t say anything else.

“Well, sorry about that, Harry,” she said.

He shrugged. “It’s alright.”

Ginny was right, something was wrong. She wished he realized that she was the one who understands him.

In the dorm, she pondered why Cho and Harry’s not-relationship bothered her so much. It’s not like she had a chance with him anyway.

Cho is pretty, perky, and stylish. She has shiny hair and a perfect smile. She’s a Seeker on her team and Ginny’s just a fill-in.

In her dreams, Harry would realize that what he’s looking for has been here the whole time.

•••

He was walking with Ginny outside the Burrow in the warm weather. He kept looking at the way Ginny’s hair flowed when a light breeze hit them and the way her hair looks in the sun. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

She talked smoothly and said whatever was on her mind. She seemed open and comfortable around Harry and loved it. He thought that this is how it ought to be with them.

“You know, I’ve loved just walking around the Burrow as a kid. My brothers would be at Hogwarts and I would get rather lonely, especially when Ron started. I would just come here, go for a fly or something.”

“I think it’s great that you still had something to do while they were gone.”

“Yeah. However, walking with you here is much more fun,” she smiled at him and Harry chuckled. She’s got a smile that could light up this whole town.

“Glad to make you company.”

They walked on for a little bit more, enjoying the nice silence.

Even though he knew Ginny was dating Dean, he couldn’t help but crush on her. She was like the perfect person for him. She understood him in a way that nobody else did. She makes him laugh and he’s even told her about his dreams.

She was in front of him for so long and he didn’t even notice. He belongs with her, he can feel it.

#hinny #hinny fanfiction #harry x ginny #hello to Harry’s POV!!!!

[jomiddlemarch]

The Black Widow

“I think I’ve been too hard on Blaise’s mum, all these years,” Hermione said, her shoulders slumped instead of maintaining her usual impeccable, McGonagall-inspired posture, her chin held in the hand that wasn’t curled around a cup of tea. It was actually a very fine cup of masala chai that Padma had made using the Patil family’s own karha recipe and Hermione had chosen it over a glass of Shiraz and the two fingers of bourbon that had also been offered and perhaps foolishly declined. She took a breath, tried to let the scent of the spices soothe her.

No dice.

“Maybe you’re, I don’t know, exaggerating a bit?” Padma said carefully.

“She means you’re being more dramatic than Celestina Warbeck and Sarah Bernhardt put together, darling,” Theo said. They were her two most rational friends, Theo a hatstall for Ravenclaw, Padma properly Sorted and also Second Wrangler for her year at Cambridge. It had made sense to come to them and not, say, Harry, who was pants at validation, or Ginny, who only ever wanted salacious details and sulked when Hermione wouldn’t share, or Luna, who might say something daft or something that was as sharply acute as an Unforgivable, with the additional burden of being Unforgettable, and who was also in Svalbard. It had made sense and yet now Hermione was considering she could have just gone to any wine-bar in Soho and gotten sloshed without any incisive commentary.

“Incisive, I like that,” Theo said as Hermione had evidently voiced that bit of her internal monologue aloud.

“I always said she must be a dreadful person and now I’m the dreadful person,” Hermione said. Was there a slight moaning quality to her tone? She had come seeking tea and sympathy. “I should have understood the cards were stacked against her and that she couldn’t fight the patriarchy of the Wizarding world by herself—”

“I’m not discounting the point about the patriarchy, but I don’t think you and Madame Zabini are much alike. Nor are your circumstances,” Padma said.

“She means you haven’t murdered any of your men,” Theo said, peering at Hermione through his glasses. “In case you were too addled to make out what she meant by circumstances. You’re still a Gryffindor, you often need things told to you point-blank. Or at wandpoint, but that seems unnecessary.”

“He’s right,” Padma said. “Though to be unfair, there’s no confirmation about several of Madame Zabini’s husbands’…demises. There was no body recovered for the last one and she’s always spoken fondly about Blaise’s father. She’s allowed to have some bad luck and there have been two wars—”

“Come off it, Padma, the witch is a bloody menace and even Riddle was scared of her. That’s why Blaise didn’t have to get the Dark Mark,” Theo said. “Tom was into Dark magic, but Madame Zabini knows the Old Ways.”

“Fine,” Padma said. “Still, Hermione, it’s not the same.”

“First of all, no one you’ve dated is dead,” Theo pointed out.

“Anthony said I was a life-ruiner,” Hermione replied. 

“As if he had a life worth ruining, the tosser,” Theo said, scoffing. “So full of himself.”

“Ron got cursed at the Final Battle because he was trying to protect me,” Hermione said.

“He’s been getting free rounds of drinks off that injury for the past twenty-odd years,” Padma said. “If he’d listened to anyone, he could have had it repaired at St. Mungo’s that first week instead of relying on a field dressing by a fifth year Hufflepuff. He’s only still got the limp and the scar because he waited and then it was permanent.”

“Bill said that too,” Hermione admitted. 

“And just because Viktor Krum hasn’t been heard of in about nine years, that’s nothing to do with you,” Theo said. “I know you’ll mention that last letter of his, where he wrote about Ioanna and her amber halo, but really, that could mean any number of things. And also, again, not confirmed dead and not at your hand.”

“McLaggen had it coming to him,” Padma said and sniffed. “You were helping out all female-presenting creatures and beings when you hexed him.”

“I don’t feel that bad about him,” Hermione said.

“Good. That’s progress, love,” Theo said. “You’re not still counting Snape, are you?”

“I mean, I let him die, Theo. I was right there—”

“You had a crush on him during sixth year but I don’t see how he counts as one of you men. I think he would rather have died again, more gruesomely, as Nagini kibble, than have a relationship with any student, let alone a Gryffindor like yourself,” Theo said. 

“You couldn’t have saved him,” Padma said more softly. “You were with him when he went, his portrait said as much. He doesn’t bear you any ill-will. Quite the contrary, I think he’s a bit fond of you now, though he’d say this was a bunch of bloody sentimental shite. And probably take one hundred points from Gryffindor and call you a silly cow.”

“Death has not softened him up much, has it?” Theo said. “Good old Snape. Or Bad old Snape. Whichever. That was his thing, double-agent, et cetera, wasn’t it? But he’d never see himself as one of your victims.”

“I appreciate you are both trying to cheer me up,” Hermione said. She took a gulp of the chai, which was at the perfect temperature, because Padma had used the good Charmed china. 

“We are trying to reason with you, brightest witch of our age,” Theo said.

“Neville—” Hermione said, breaking off.

There was a moment of silence, respectful, sincere, thoughtful. Sort of like Neville had turned out to be, besides being the Prophecy’s spare, the slayer of Nagini, champion wearer of Fair Isle jerseys and well-worn cords, strider of moors, Sprout’s successor. Hermione’s former almost-fiancé.

“It never would have worked out,” Padma said.

“I know. I just loved him so much, he was so dear,” Hermione said. “When he proposed, it was like a dream—”

“He fell in a bog and broke both his legs,” Theo said. “Again, Not Dead. Perhaps terminally embarrassed, especially since he lost the ring in the bog and now the bog kassapu won’t give it back and Madame Longbottom is furious—”

“His gran didn’t mind that much,” Hermione said. “But she did say it was a sign. And that because Neville broke his legs in an enchanted bog, it wasn’t something St. Mungo’s could heal up easily and I wasn’t to think twice about refusing the offer. Neville said the same thing.”

“I suppose you could wait for him,” Padma said. “You are a witch. Another couple of decades—”

“We agreed it was for the best, ending it. We’ll stay friends, close friends, but he saw what was happening,” Hermione said. She’d often been told, dismissively by Slytherins, that one could read her face like a book; at the moment, it must be a torrid, fraught romance, albeit one without any ripped bodices or irascible, secretly wounded dukes. 

“It’s not like you and Draco planned to meet at St. Mungo’s,” Theo said. “It’s not like you orchestrated it for him to be on-call when you and Neville arrived and for him to be the one who sat up with you the whole night while the other Healers stabilized Nev. It’s not like you tried to fall in love with each other, former rivals and adversaries who had more in common than they’d admit until they couldn’t any more, wouldn’t—”

“Even though the rest of us could see it coming from a mile away. Years before. Since that first night at the pub,” Padma said. “Harry saw it. George Weasley’s had a bet going since you went to the loo that night, the pot could buy a lovely holiday villa in the Algarve by now. Minerva—”

“You call her Minerva now?” Theo whistled. “I thought that was reserved for the brightest witch here.”

“I advise some of the more gifted Arithmancy students who are beyond Vector’s skills,” Padma said. “Hermione might have done, but she had that Potions torch to carry and then Bill roped her into the side-gig at Gringott’s. Minerva told me she didn’t want to be called Professor by a colleague, certainly not one who made a better pot of tea than she did.”

“She said that?” Hermione exclaimed.

“I made the masala chai. She’s not stupid,” Padma said. “She said she’d wondered about you and Draco since the Yule Ball and that if Dumbledore had simply managed the Voldemort situation better, we could all have spent our Hogwarts years waiting to see if the two of you would get together.”

“Oh my,” Theo said, laughing. Hermione made a face, scrunching up her nose, then shoved back the hair that had come loose from the combs she’d used to pull it back.

“I guess the truth is, I’m afraid,” Hermione said. “I’m thirty-eight years old and I’ve never had a successful romantic relationship, they’ve all been unmitigated failures, well, maybe I get a pass on Neville, but otherwise it’s all been utter shite and I don’t want to mess anything up with Draco. I don’t want to hurt him. I don’t want to be the Black widow and Walburga has been giving me the evil eye since she heard—”

“There it is,” Padma said.

“You cannot let that blasted portrait bother you,” Theo said. “Draco ought to be able to shut her up, heir to the House and all.”

“You’re not going to mess anything up. At least, you won’t do it by yourself. This is about you and Draco, what’s between you. What you make with how you care about each other,” Padma said. Theo nodded.

“And for the record, Draco has done a superlative job of keeping himself alive in situations that would have killed any lesser being. He survived Riddle as a houseguest. He survived Bellatrix changing his nappies. He survived Lucius finding out you’d beaten him in every class and Harry winning the Tri-Wizard Tournament,” Theo said. “You can’t take him out, darling girl, even if you try.”

“You should talk to him,” Padma said.

“I don’t know, he’ll think I’m being silly or that he has to take care of me,” Hermione said.

“You are being silly and he does have to take care of you,” Theo said. “So, yes, he’ll think that. But I am confident that he will express himself most eloquently on the topic.”

“How care you be so sure?” Hermione asked.

“Because this isn’t the first pot of masala chai I’ve made that one of you hasn’t drunk this week,” Padma said. “You’re the more secure of the two of you though—he went to Harry first.”

“And then to Millie,” Theo added. “She has not become more patient with age. It was a near-fatal error.”

Bonus image of my Madam Zabini fancast:

#hp fanfic #dramione #hermione POV #draco x hermione #madam zabini #padma patil #theo nott #ravenclaw friends #minerva mcgonagall #humor #severus snape #hermione gets talked down off the ledge as it were #post-hogwarts #neville longbottom #luna lovegood #ginny weasley #mild ron weasley bashing #tea and sympathy #hermione granger #past hermione x neville #anthony goldstein

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for the people who have kindly reached out asking me to put the hinny microfics up on AO3 for ease of access... your wish is my command! sliced em up & baked them together in a (shepherd's) pie:

#even spliced the two povs together to try and be a little clever clogs #jury's out on the success of THAT but anyway it's up on ao3 now! #hinny #writing #ginny weasley #harry potter #harry x ginny #harry and ginny #canon compliant #fic #think / hope