Romione and/or Hinny blog recs?(I have been desperately trying to claw my way back into the golden trio era of the fandom)
Hey, anon!
Sorry for the late reply, I’ve been working 14hr shifts and my sleep schedule is all kinds of messed up.
Anyways, I’d love to share some of my recs with you. Trust me, I know how it feels, and I hope you have a fun time checking out these blogs (I’ll also post some fics recs, separate post, because it’ll be a wee bit long 😅),
Romione Blog Recs:
@adenei @acnelli @azaleablueme @be11atrixthestrange @cheesyficwriter @katenoteight @honouraryweasley12 @remedialpotions @mertronus @bluegreenandpurple @redandbrown @my-patronus-is-a-champagne-glass @hillnerd @hillnerd-art @toorumlk @gurinpotte @giuls233 @abradystrix @edie-k @taurusmoonchild
*Rennervator [on ao3]
*RonsGirlFriday [on ao3] or @constitutionalweasleymonarchy
*insufferableknowitall [on ao3]
*reallybeth [on ao3] or @reallybeth9
*sm_jl [on ao3] or @voldemorts-tap-shoes
(Just note some are not as ‘active’ as before but they all have amazing fics/art/hc that they’ve shared.)
Hinny Blog Recs (I’m fairly new to reading Hinny and I’m hoping to write some more….so the rec list is a bit short, maybe they have some recs?)
@corneliaavenue-ao3 @ginnyw-potter @takearisk-xo @sweeethinny @starlingflight
I hope the rec lists does not overwhelm you, anon, but i do hope you check out their works because they are truly talented.
I know I’ve read many of their works (and possibly left many reviews…in which I ramble….oh gosh I do that a lot 🤦♀️ on their works) and seen lots of their fanart.
That being said I hope this helps you get back into Romione, Hinny (Golden trio era)
I’m happy you sent this anon and I wish you the best of luck! Also, remember to like, reblog and comment on their works, it’s a way to show your appreciation for all their hard work and dedication since we all know life can get hectic and writing fanfic isn’t always easy. 💕
[ps…. I’ll share a few fic recs that I enjoy and always find myself going back to. But on a different post since this one is a bit long, haha. ]
24 notes
·
View notes
Priorities
A/N: I swear I'm going back to SEL now, but I sat down at my keyboard and this just came out of nowhere. Please accept this fluff filled HBP missing moment in penance for my procrastination:
Read on AO3
“Dean!”
Harry's stomach dropped at the sound of Dean's name from a voice that was unmistakably Ginny's. He turned to find her hurrying towards them across the common room, her school bag hanging haphazardly from her shoulder, and her eyes bright despite the early hour.
He wanted to keep walking. He'd thought he'd finally seen the last of her and Dean together since their break up a week ago, and he had no desire to witness more of it now, but Seamus stopped, and Harry had agreed to go to breakfast with both of them in place of Ron and Hermione, who were both busy with prefect duties.
Reluctantly, Harry halted beside Seamus, trying to look at anything but the way the morning sunlight slanted through the common room's high windows and made Ginny's hair look like it was glowing where it framed her face.
“I hoped I'd catch you before you left the common room,” she said. Harry tried not to listen, but it was impossible, it was like his ears were attuned to the exact, musical frequency of Ginny's voice.
“Did you?” Dean asked sceptically. “We've not really spoken since we–”
“Well, I've been busy with Quidditch, and OWL work,” Ginny said, and even without looking Harry knew she'd be waving a hand unconcernedly in front of her. “But I wanted to give you this back.”
Beside Harry, Seamus sucked in a sharp breath. Harry’s neck moved without any permission from his brain, forcing him to look.
She was holding an article of claret coloured clothing out to Dean, one that Harry recognised immediately. Something integral inside him had taken great offence the first time he’d seen her wearing Dean's West Ham jumper; he'd not grown to appreciate it any more on any of the following, mercifully infrequent, occasions either.
“You can keep it,” Dean said now, looking extremely caught off guard. “I didn’t expect you to give it back.”
Ginny shook her head. “No, it's yours. I meant to give it you last week, but I've been–”
“Busy,” Dean finished for her. “You said.”
He took the jumper, clutching it awkwardly against his body. Harry looked away again. Seamus cleared his throat uncomfortably.
“I'll just put this in the dorm,” Dean said. “No point carrying it around all day.”
“I’ll come with you,” Seamus offered. Harry remained silent, his eyes fixed on a tapestry of a witch petting a unicorn hanging on the far wall.
“Bye, Ginny.”
“Bye, Dean.”
Harry felt rather than saw Seamus move away from him. He heard the simultaneous footsteps of him and Dean making their way back to the dormitory. He didn't look away from the tapestry until he heard the door to the staircase open, when he did, it was to find Ginny looking at him apologetically.
“Did I just doom you to a solitary breakfast?”
Harry shrugged, ignoring the flutter of butterflies rising in his stomach. “Not if you come with me?”
Thankfully, Ginny grinned in response to this suggestion, meaning Harry was spared from dying of embarrassment that morning.
“Come on then. I need to report back to Mum that you're eating properly.”
“Why would I not be eating properly?” He followed her to the portrait hole.
Ginny shrugged. “I don’t know, it's Mum, she thinks everyone's not eating properly.”
The corridor outside Gryffindor Tower was deserted. Their footsteps echoed loudly as they made their way towards the staircase.
“Sorry if that was really awkward,” Ginny said, throwing a glance over her shoulder, obviously checking for Dean, who did not appear to have come back down from the dormitory yet. “I've been carrying that bloody jumper around in my bag for days trying to find a time to give it back. I had to take the opportunity when it was presented to me.”
“Honestly, I'm just glad it's gone,” Harry said, before his brain could engage his mouth. Ginny's eyebrows rose about as much as Harry's heart plummeted. “It's killed me to see you in West Ham colours,” he said quickly.
Ginny frowned. “I didn't realise you were such a big football fan.”
Well, he was going to have to pretend to be now. “I live with Muggles, don't I?”
“You've never mentioned a football team,” she pressed.
Harry could feel her eyes studying his face like a physical touch. His heart was hammering in his chest; his brain had conveniently chosen that moment to stop working; he couldn't name a single football team even with a wand to his head.
“I–”
“Actually, I have a more important question!” Ginny announced, saving Harry from whatever stuttered nonsense had been about to come out of his mouth. “Do you even have a Quidditch team?”
They were at the staircase now, Ginny was a few steps ahead of him, making their height difference even starker than usual as she looked up at him curiously.
“Er, Gryffindor?” Harry tapped the Captain's badge pinned to his jumper.
“No!” Ginny rolled her eyes in exasperation. She paused, waiting for Harry to catch up to her. “An actual team – a professional team?”
“Oh, I guess–”
“Don't say it!” Ginny said, ending Harry's sentence once more. Her eyes narrowed. “If you tell me Ron's converted you to the Cannons, I'm going to disown you.”
“Disown me?” he repeated, his smile growing in response to the one gracing Ginny's face. “I wasn't aware you owned me to begin with.”
“Weren't you?” She looked away from him, taking the next flight of stairs two at a time. “Well, now you are.”
“Unless I tell you I'm a Cannons supporter?” Harry increased his pace to keep up with her. “And then you're going to disown me?”
“Exactly.”
Was she blushing or was that just in Harry's head?
“I'd better not risk it then.”
She was definitely blushing. Or, more likely, he had started with waking delusions to match the near constant ones he had about her in his dreams.
Ginny stopped on the step directly below him. She turned, placing her hand lightly on Harry's chest, halting both his descent, and the beat of his heart.
“Let me tell you why you should be a Holyhead Harpies fan.”
“Is this your sales pitch?” It was a wonder he could speak at all when his lungs had stopped working.
She nodded. She was so close, her head tilted up to look at him, and her hand on his chest spreading warmth throughout his entire body. It would be so easy to lean down and–
Ginny took a step backwards, letting her arm fall away from Harry as she continued down the stairs. Her eyes, however, never left his.
“One.” She lifted a finger in the air beside her. “Choosing the only all-female team in the league will make you appear sensitive, and extremely attractive, to most girls.”
“You want me to make a decision as important as this based on what girls might think?”
Somehow, he managed to keep to himself that he was on the verge of doing just that, based on what one particular girl might think.
Ginny shrugged. “It's a sales pitch, I'm trying to appeal to your top priorities.”
“Well, the opinions of unknown girls isn't one of them.”
“Good to know.”
“Is it?” He hadn't meant for his voice to drop so low, but he definitely liked the way Ginny's smile grew in response.
“Yes, it helps me figure out my angle.” She raised a second finger in the air. “Two: their colours are green and gold, which my mother would assure you are your colours too.”
Harry laughed; the sound bounced off the ancient walls surrounding them. “So, upon hearing I'm not making this choice based on the opinion of girls I might, hypothetically, want to impress, your next thought was your mum?”
“No!” Ginny protested through a laugh of her own. “My next thought was that you look good in green!”
Harry's laughter died as his breath was stolen from him once again.
“Three,” Ginny said quickly, raising a third finger into the air. “This one is the most important.”
“Go on,” he managed to say.
They were almost at the marble staircase now. Ginny halted their progress by leaning against the balustrade that overlooked the entrance hall. Harry lingered beside her, finding nothing to complain about in spending longer in her company.
“In a few years, when they sign me – which is definitely going to happen – you don't want the inner turmoil of choosing between your loyalty to another team and me.”
“There would be no inner turmoil,” Harry said, acutely aware that he should shut up, but finding himself completely incapable of doing so when Ginny was looking at him like she currently was. “I would obviously choose you.”
Her smile was almost too brilliant to look at, yet Harry couldn't look away. “Oh, so you'd say I'm quite high on your priority list?”
He didn't know if she took a step closer, or he did, all he knew was that the gap between them had decreased significantly, and that his heart was threatening to beat out of his chest.
“Fairly high, yeah.”
Ginny's eyes bored into his; Harry was transfixed. He waited, barely breathing, to see what her response would be. The corner of her mouth twitched–
“There you are!” Ron's voice crashed into him with the force of a lightning bolt.
Harry jumped back from Ginny, whipping his head around to see Ron and Hermione approaching, Ron grinning broadly, and Hermione looking almost as pained as Harry currently felt.
“Have you eaten?” Ron asked.
Harry glanced at Ginny to find her glaring at Ron. “We were just on our way to breakfast.”
“Excellent,” Ron said obliviously. “We're done with rounds.”
He continued walking, without stopping, in the direction of the marble staircase, apparently secure in the knowledge that Harry and Ginny would join him and Hermione. A fair assumption, Harry reminded himself, pushing off the balustrade.
“I'm going to tell him,” Ginny said, quietly enough for only Harry to hear as she fell into step beside him. Harry's stomach sank, his brain leaping into overdrive, imagining Ginny informing Ron that he'd just spent the whole walk from the common room treacherously flirting with his sister. “...that you've betrayed the Cannons in favour of the Harpies.”
“I don't think I actually agreed to that yet.” He hoped his shaking voice was only detectable to him.
If Ginny noticed, she didn't show it. She was smiling again, her eye catching his. “You as good as did,” she said as they crossed the entrance hall. “But don't worry, it can be our secret for now.”
221 notes
·
View notes