#hinny drabble

[norakelly]

Harry potter never grasped what he truly missed, until he had his own family.

The adorable giggles of his daughter as she tip toes across the wooden floor to jump in her parent's bed. Ginny in her towel wrapped hair, who reads Teddy’s letter from Hogwarts out loud, making Harry miss his godson more. The Loud and enthusiastic laugh of James' in the morning table as he tries to convince them to get a pet dragon. (A big fan of Charlie he was:)) Quiet and rare remarks of Al. Mostly over his favorite books, and maybe even about the Daily Prophet, (A habit he started very recently, which was not a shock to the family although he was five) where he’d read his mother’s name out loud whenever it appeared. Harry couldn’t quite yet comprehend how he, who woke up to the war being his concern, is now being awakened by tiny little hands who simply wants a breakfast. He beams proudly at them, and with a sense of gratitude for making those million thoughts that used to invade his mind fade away.

He was finally, home.

#hinny #harry potter #ginny potter #ginny weasley #james sirius potter #albus severus potter #lily luna potter #teddy lupin #harry and ginny #harry james potter #hinny fanfic #im not a good writer but idk #hope this is ok #pls comment if it is #im writing after a long long time #hinny drabble #post war #post dh

[nuatthebeach]

"i'll give you another chance."

part 2 of the compilation "come let's walk for miles." feel free to ask me a quote-themed prompt here on tumblr for more!

comment here on ao3.

"I'm sorry I called you a slut."

"Jesus. Yeah, security!"

Of all the chemistry readings Ginny was subjected to in the film industry, none were as predictable as the one she had today. Golden spun hair, cerulean blue eyes, and a strong jaw, Cormac McLaggen may be on the front page of Hollywood's Hottest Hot Shots year to year, but Ginny considers herself quite confident in her ability to tell the sleazy, spoiled child actor apart from the less sleazy but equally spoiled manchild.

Call it intuition or continuous bad luck, but she only picks up roles that offer these readings for a reason.

"Just name the price, and we can keep this incident on the down low!"

Exhibit A himself, calling out to save face, getting dragged out the door by his own agent.

When Ginny no longer is able to see McLaggan's ridiculously built shoulders in view, she slumps down in her chair and massages her temples.

"Again, I am so sorry about that," her casting director Hermione apologizes, handing her a bottle of water. Ginny flicks open the cap and takes deep gulps, hoping the cool drink will wash the sliminess she feels inside. "His agent warned us that he would play into every stereotype of an entitled actor, but…"

"He's a big name. Big bucks," Ginny mutters in between sips. "You wanted to try your chances, I get it. Just bring in the next guy."

Hermione's sheepish smile turns into a grimace. "Are you sure? This next one's a…"

Ginny raises her eyebrows. "Tax auditor? Zebra?" Hermione snorts. "So long as he's not a dick, I'm okay. I don't care if he's not well-known. Call him in."

Glaring down at her script, she doesn't bother to fix her slouched position, having seen the word lunch printed in black ink earlier that day. Damn, how long has she sat there for? Is today pizza or chicken pesto day? For some reason, she always gets the two confused. Honestly, what she wouldn't give for one of those American oreo milkshakes right about now…maybe she could fit in time for a quick drive-through after all this –

A voice clears its throat.

She starts a bit, ceasing her pen-clicking. Then, she lifts her lashes up from her script. And looks at the next auditionee.

He dresses differently from McLaggen, to say the least. Instead of designer leather jackets and styled, product-filled hair, he wears Champion sweatshirts and dark, messy locks that remind Ginny of raking leaves on a foggy autumn day.

Of fingers teasing scalps and silk threaded sheets.

She shakes her head swiftly.

"Hi."

Ginny straightens, stretching out her hand to shake his. Warm, large. "Hi, er…" She glances down at the call sheet. "Harry Potter. Nice to meet you. Says here you've been a stunt double for several years?"

That would explain the callouses.

"Yeah," Harry shifts on his foot, glancing around the room like he's nervous to be the center of attention. Hmm. Seems in poor taste to be here of all places, but okay.

"What made you want to switch to acting in the first place?" She figures that's a safe enough place to start.

But he only crosses his arms with such obvious discomfort that Ginny fights a cringe, already planning out the words to her polite rejection in her head. He starts speaking, and her wariness only becomes worse. "Acting has been my passion since I was young." Kill me. "From taking on leads in uni theater plays" —do not groan, do not groan—  "stunt doubling in twenty action and horror films, thinking quick on my feet in improv scenes – "

Maybe it's the long day she's had. Maybe it's the sexist twat she had the displeasure of meeting half an hour ago. Maybe it's her craving for oreo milkshakes. Or maybe it's a combination of all three.

But all she knows is that one second she's bored out of her mind, and the next: "If I wanted to hear a list of all your qualifications, mate, I would've reread your CV."

Great. How can she talk badly about spoiled actors when she's behaving like the poster child of one now? Maybe she should call McLaggen and they can start up a support group together. AA for Actors Astray.

Ginny opens her mouth to apologize profusely (and then apologize again after telling him that regardless, he's still not fit for the job) when she sees the man press his lips together.

And hide an amused smile.

"Er," Ginny widens her eyes, thrown off guard. Suddenly, for reasons entirely unknown to her, her intuition whispers for her to give him another chance. "I'll give you another chance." Right on the nose, her intuition. "Just be yourself. Same question.”

A pause more pregnant than a three-humped camel. And then:

"Honestly, I was getting tired risking paralysis falling arse over tits for yet another low-budget film. At least now I'll get paid properly for it."

The laugh that escapes Ginny bubbles out before she can help it, bathing in warmth at Harry's slightly surprised grin in response.

She eyes the witty gleam of his green stare and notes how he hasn't once gushed over her presence since arriving on set. Not much of a celebrity worshipper then. Good.

Just like that, the decision is made before she's conscious of it.

"Right, okay. Sit," Ginny juts her chin to the seat across from her and lifts her script to a comfortable reading position. "Let's see if all that sass is worth something in the end."

He shoots her a grateful but determined smile. Blazing, to match her own. "Wouldn't expect anything less."

She'll take his word for it.

xxx

Turns out, Harry can act his bollocks off. And not just the reading-off-the-script type of acting, though he can do that plenty as well.

They make the tabloids and so do the pics of them walking about the streets, hands swinging between them like a terribly kept secret. When paps ask if they're dating, she simply adds, "And we're fucking too." And when they startle at her audacity, she and Harry break into a giggling, breathless run, white lights flashing from behind like in the movies.

At the premiere, they poke fun at each other's improvised lines ("We should huddle closer a bit…you know, for warmth." "You should have brought a fucking jacket then.") and crack up at shots taken out of context ("That sort of looks like you in the morning." "Shut up, Harry.").

Oh, and there's milkshakes too. Loads of them. Though, he likes the strawberry one, the weirdo.

#hinny #harry x ginny #hinny fluff #hinny drabble #hinny au #hinny au drabble #thought yall could use some fluff after last time

[restandbloom]

Me writing my little Hinny fic while I wait for my fav authors to upload more Hinny fics

#hinny #hinny fluff #hinny drabble #itsagoodlife

[enigmaticemperor]

Well, this is a mess, I know. Probably doesn't make sense but it's cute....?

Written for @hinnyfest

Rated M for Hinny wanting to have 'them' time.

#7 Getting caught in the act

It was mortifying. 

Or it should have been if Ginny wasn’t so bloody annoyed.

Harry hastily fixed his glasses, as she slipped on her shirt, and turned to look at her. “Maybe - ”

“No.”

“What? I didn’t say anything,” he smiled.

“They aren’t right. Ughh…I swear I’ll kill George the moment I go downstairs. Bats will be the least of worries once I’m through with him.” Her face was flushed red and her mouth was in that adorable pout that made Harry want to forget and make her forget that George had just walked in on them, though he might lock the door this time.

“Did you see the look on his face as he closed the door?” She raged. “He looked so bloody pleased with himself!”

George did have a self-satisfied smirk on his face, Harry noted, but he was more focused on making sure his clothes didn’t have any Wheezes products on them. He really didn’t want to attend his own wedding looking like human confetti.

“I know we made a bet, and it’s been a month and it’s so fucking hard, Harry,” she said, waving her hands in the air like a madwoman. “And we haven’t even had a day to ourselves! It’s either Mum with more wedding plans or Ron wanting to take you out to pick out the best man and groomsmen suits. Seriously, Harry, how does it take you three weeks to pick out suits? Demelza and I had my wedding dress and the Maid of Honour and bridesmaids' dresses ready last week!”

Harry knew Ron dragged out the selections on purpose to prevent them from finding enough time together, and while he wasn’t entirely on board, he wasn’t going to tell his fiancée that. 

“If it’s any consolation, I haven’t been particularly happy about it either,” Harry said, reaching a hand out to her, which she accepted, and he pulled her down to sit on her childhood bed, next to him.

She calmed down immediately, wrapping her arms around his middle as he wrapped his around her shoulders, and pressed a kiss to her hairline.

“Ready to go down and face the music now?” 

Ginny got a mischievous glint in her eyes as she looked up to meet his. “Oh, there will be music, alright.”

She looked around for her wand, before narrowing her eyes at him. 

“You play dirty, Harry.”

“I’d like all my groomsmen to maintain all their body parts intact on the eve of the wedding,” he smirked.

Harry laughed as she turned on her big chocolate eyes at him and pouted. “That’s not going to work, Gin.”

She sighed and settled her head back on his shoulder. “What about after the wedding?”

“After the honeymoon.”

“I can live with that,” she said as she reached up to kiss him. 

#hinnyfest #hinny #harry potter #ginny weasley #ginny potter #before the wedding #hinny drabble #it's a mess #i know #potter #harry potter series #rated m i guess #also demelza is maid of honor in my headcanon #ginny x harry #harry x ginny

[thenicestthingiveseen]

Day 2: Freeze

Post- War, could be canon // 298 words

@hinnymicrofic

Ginny was miserable. I’m going to die, she moans to herself from her spot on the floor.

English weather is infamously mild in the summer. But this year they’ve had record breaking temperatures in the 30s. It seems fitting that the weather is so hot this summer that they spend more time than usual standing around in large groups wearing black as they mourn the Fallen Fifty - which is what the Ministry has taken to calling those who lost their lives at the Battle of Hogwarts. There’s no funerals today so Ginny’s content to lay on the floor in the sitting room of the Burrow trying to move as little as possible.

The humidity is horrendous. Every breath feels like it’s just condensation. Speaking of which, Ginny shifts from her spot on the floor as she feels drips of sweat make their way from her neck and all the way down her back. She’s changed twice since this morning. Finally opting for a loose vest and her shortest shorts.

If the weather wasn’t so unbearable, she’s sure her mother would be reeling at her attire.

She’s closed her eyes and is lost in thoughts about whether or not she’ll die like this when the fireplace turns green and Harry stumbles out with a huge grin on his face.

“Hey!”

Ginny grunts in response, not keen on expending any more energy than necessary.

“I have something that might help,” Harry says.

When he gets no response he fishes something out of the bag he has and places it gently on her neck.

Ginny’s eyes shoot open and she yelps as she sits up to look at him.

He’s smirking at her - hand still reaching down towards her with the packaged blue freeze pop.

“I think you’ll like this flavor.”

#hinny #writing #hinny drabble #hinny microfic #potentially based on some currently true events of a home with a broken air conditioner #but make it canon compliant

[cedrictheprettyboy]

Old memories (One-Shot)

Summary: Albus and Minerva reminisce in old memories and realize just how much Harry and Ginny are like James and Lily. (Potter's and they're red heads am I right? Hehehehehehe :)

Notes: Takes place during Harry's 6th year ( or Ginny's 5th year) aka the Half Blood Prince. Honestly, I don't feel like the characters are too OOC this time or there at least more on point!

Characters: Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Minerva Mcgonnagal, Albus Dumbledore, Lily Potter, and James Potter.

Warning(s): Mostly just fluff and a bit of angst/bittersweetness since James and Lily are dead. This makes me sense when you read it.

Rating: General Audiences

Hope you all enjoy <3

Author's POV

It was a bright sunny day at Hogwarts. It was particularly unusual due to Who-must-no- wait that's not his name, his name is Voldemort and as Hermione Granger says “Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself.” I'm not one to narrate while writing a story or for you to narrate while reading a story. But to me I've always loved stories with a narrating author or character. I've always felt that the best stories have had author narrations no matter if it's a book or a movie. I might be a bit impartial due to the fact that my favorite show started with a good narration but you know what that doesn't really matter at the end of the day. Anyways, let's get back to the actual story, not the story of my life. 

As I was saying before I started rambling on, it was a bright sunny day at Hogwarts, it was a bit unusual due to Voldemort's gloom ever since he's been back. But as you know today wasn't one of those days, today was one of the good ones. Where everything seemed to be better and you could almost forget he was back. Well, almost for Harry Potter. It seems in his case, he's looking over his shoulder waiting for the day he will strike. Again with the gloom, this story on the other hand is supposed to be a happy one like when the Prince and the Princess live happily ever after. Sadly, this story isn't a fairy tale but the happy couple of this story will eventually have a happily ever after. But on this day all Harry Potter's worries are put to a halt and he does have his taste of happily ever after. Especially since a certain Redhead is with him. 

In View was a boy with messy black hair with emerald green eyes alongside a girl with flaming red hair with chocolate brown eyes holding hands happily laughing together and enjoying their time together. 

The couple came to a halt once the girl with fiery red hair said something "You know I've always loved this spot. The girl said, looking at the beautiful tree. She moved over to touch it admiring the beauty of it. The boy smiled at her and said "The tree is beautiful but of course not as beautiful and stunning as you." The girl blushed a deep red just like her auburn hair, she looked to the side for a split second and then back at the boy. The boy had a slight blush on his face as well. He smiled softly at her. 

"You know Harry, it's no fair how much you can make me blush!" The girl said to Harry. 

Harry smirked for a second while the girl smiled mischievously. She must have had some bright idea with a face like that. She stepped closer looking as if she was leaning in to kiss him but instead she used her other hand and grabbed his glasses. 

"Hey, Ginny that's no fair!" Harry said, trying to reach out but she had stepped away and without his glasses Harry was blind as a bat. Ginny snickered as she waved his glasses for about a minute. 

"What are you going to do Harry, hmmm?" Ginny said playfully but little did she know after going in circles he turned around he could see the blur of her red hair. Harry smirked as he ran up to Ginny and twirled her around and grabbed his glasses from her hands. After he put his glasses back on he continued to hold onto her waste and tickle her stomach. "How does it feel, hmm Gin?" Harry teased, as Ginny said "H-h-harry p-please i-im s-so s-sorry." Ginny managed to get out while laughing. She let out a squeal as Harry tickled her side which was the most sensitive area. Harry leaned on Ginny's ear and whispered "How doesn't it feel Gin?" "Not good!" She let out. Harry finally stopped, to Ginny's pleasure, they both looked at each other and burst out laughing. Harry went back to holding Ginny around the waist as they settled down and took in the peaceful breeze. 

As this was happening Albus Dumbledore watched out the hall window from afar, "Albus what are you doing?" Minerva asked, walking up to the headmaster. "I just realized how much they look like Lily and James." The headmaster said to his colleague. Minerva studied the pair and said "Yes, I guess they are. This brings back old memories." Minerva said with a small bittersweet smile on her face.

"It reminds me of the time when Lily and James first kissed. It was October 14th of their 7th year they were by that very tree. Because they were Prefects they had started to get a bit better or Lily wasn't yelling at James for his crazy antics 24 hours of the 7 days of the week. Anyways, I remember there had been a nice breeze and fall colors all around, there was a certain feeling about that day that was somewhat warm even though it was fall and it was cold. Perhaps it was the fact that day Lily and James got together and shared their first kiss. Lily wasn't as cheerful as usual, her red hair wasn't as vibrant, her cheeks had less of rose to it, and her pep had been nothing of any sorts. But James had other plans that day he knew what just to do to cheer her up." Dumbledore listened intently, 'I think I remember hearing whisper or rumors that James kissed Lily and they were finally together'

"James asked Lily 'Follow me' 'Why?' 'I'm going to cheer you up!' And of course he had signature smirk plastered on his face as usually normally it would mean trouble but this time it was far from it. Minerva paused, smiling as she thought of what happened next. "He had managed to walk over to the tree and started tickling her, she couldn't resist. After a few moments she started laughing her head off. She smiled like there was no tomorrow and all her worries just vanished. They're laughter slowed down and James leaned and kissed her and the rest is history. Minerva smiled to herself remembering the old memory so long ago but so close at the same time.

"And how do you know so much about what happened?" Album asked raising his eyebrow.

"Well, Albus everyone was talking about it for at least a month and do you really think I don't know a single rumor about my lions?" Minerva said swiftly with a sly smile that quickly turned back to a warm smile watching the couple outside.

"Of course."

Minerva was quite for a few moments and then spoke up and said "I miss them Albus I wish Voldemort never got to them and Harry had his parents,"

"Me too, Minerva, I miss them. Harry deserves his parents but as fate has it doesn't always mean that's why you get."

"That's very true, they'd be proud."

"They would." Albus with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Is it just me or do Potter's have a thing for Redheads?"

Albus laughs softly and says "I believe I do." They both smile fondly leaving the blissful couple.

The End

#fluff #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #hinny #hinny fanfiction #romance #fanfiction #harry and ginny #harry x ginny #hinny drabble #hinny fanfic #hinny au #jilly #james and lily #james x lily

[astrophile23]

LOVE

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A short hinny drabble.

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He stumbled out of the fireplace feeling utterly exhausted.

As much as he loved his job, he didn't like everything that came with it. And that included his arrogant boss, Gawain Robards. He was not a great fan of those absolutely draining drills either.

Today Robards had made him and Ron do double drills for merely talking during his awfully boring class. And this was not the first time this has happened. It was clear that Robards was not very fond of The Chosen One or his friends just like Arthur had warned them.

But fortunately this was not the case all of time. For instance, last month on ginny's birthday, he had planned a surprise dinner for just the two of them, but at the last minute, he got called into work for a mission. But Robards was kind enough to let him slip from work, just that once. 'Do not repeat this again Potter' he'd said. It was a beautiful evening spent with Ginny. Ah! Ginny. He really missed her. Right now, she would be at Holyhead preparing for her upcoming match against the Cannons on Sunday.

She had moved to Holyhead right after her graduation, as mentioned in the Holyhead Harpies contract. But she always tried spend her day with Harry in his small flat that he had found in London, whenever both of them had a day off. Considering their careers, these days were very limited, much to his annoyance. Only if she could- ' Arrgh' . Looking down he saw that he had tripped over a trainer- Wait! A Trainer! And not just any trainer. It was Ginny's. Is she really here?!

He slowly made his way to the living room. And there she was, sitting on the couch reading a book that Hermione gifted her. His face splitted into a wide grin at the sight infront of him. He has always thought that she looked so cute when she was so engulfed in something. The way her nose scrunches up when she's focused on something is way too adorable.

Suddenly, she shifted on the couch, like she had sensed his presence. She turned on the couch to face him.

'Why Mr. Potter, are you watching me read? Don't tell me you learned that from Ron. I knew he was a bad influence on you' she said with mock sternness. He laughed at that. Then decided played along with her. ' Why would you think a guy watching his girl is a wrong thing to do?'

' There is absolutely nothing wrong with that Mister, but creeping up behind a young woman when she's home alone is definitely not suitable for a young gentleman like you' she replied with a smirk.

'Well that would not be the case, if this young woman had sneaked into the young gentleman's house when she was said to be miles away from him and the young gentleman was far too surprised to even move from his spot, would it be?' he asked with a smirk as he approached her and wrapped his arms around her in a warm hug 'Not to mention that he was far too pleased with the sight infront of him'.

He could feel her smile into his chest. He buried his nose into her hair and inhaled her scent. Mmm. He could never get tired of this, having her this close to him, her intoxicating flowery scent. He could stay like this for the rest of his life.

This was exactly what he needed after a rough day at work. Her. After a moment of peaceful silence, she lifted her eyes to meet his. Her chocolate brown eyes boring into his. He felt like he was drowning in her eyes, when he heard her say 'You stink' He laughed at that, knowing she was right. 'Go get a shower. I'll see if we have anything edible in your kichen'. With that she disappeared into the kitchen.

'Wait' he called after her. 'Not that I mind, but why exactly are you here while you were supposed to be at Holyhead?' 'Oh! The match got cancelled due to bad weather' he heard her say from the kitchen. Her head emerged from the kitchen ' And.. I've got three days off' she said with a wink. He felt himself grinning widely at that thought.

When he came back to the living room, he found her sitting on the couch holding two glasses of butterbeer.

She smiled at him and gestured him to come over to the couch. He quickly complied and sat beside her on the couch.

He slowly took the glasses from her hand and kept it on the table. She raised her eyebrow at him. In response, he simply hugged her tight. She was startled for a moment but quickly melted into him.

'Rough day?' she asked him softly. 'Mmm. Just need a good cuddle' he murmured cheekily.

He was right. Sometimes he would come home in a foul mood, and would go straight to her arms and bury his face in her neck inhaling her sweet scent, till he calmed down.

He could feel her loosen her grip around him. He looked up to to see her move over to the other side of the couch. She sat there with her back against the armrest and arms open wide motioning him to come over. Wordlessly, he went over to her inviting arms and buried his head in her chest. Her arms tightened around him, one arm holding his head close to her chest, the other on his back.

He could feel all the built-up tension leave his body. He absolutely loves to cuddle with her, and never missed a chance to touch her. He loved being so close to her. It made him feel so special. She always does that to him, make him feel special. Just the mere thought of her choosing him out of all the blokes around the world itself, spreads warmth all over his insides. He just knew she loved him, with all her heart. It's the way she looks at him, touches him. She always know how to make him feel loved.

After all he's been through, he have never felt truly safe anywhere. But here, in her arms, he felt the safest he have ever been. It felt like home.

Soon , he found himself drifting off to sleep, with dreams invaded by her beauty, safe and happy in her arms. The two forgotten glasses of butterbeer were vanished by Ginny. Before long, she also joined him in his deep slumber.

#hinny drabble #harry potter #ginny weasley #books and reading #love #post hogwarts #post battle of hogwarts #fanfic

[hinnyweasley]

I need you guys to flood my dashboard with ao3 hinny writers that have lots of fics I can binge read🤭

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[starlingflight]

Ginniversary Drabble 4

Prompt: O65 - you dont think that was just lemonade in your glass do you?

AO3 or read below:

The volume in the great hall had reached a clamorous level; the buzzing din and the blood pounding in Ginny's ears, mingled until she was sure the noise was going to drown her.

She tried to catch her breath; her Quidditch robes were suddenly too tight, making her efforts pointless. The sea of students surrounding her was nothing more than a blurred, faceless mass.

A touch on her hand, so light she shouldn't have been able to feel at all, brought her surroundings sharply into focus.

“You need to eat,” Harry said quietly.

Wordlessly, Ginny nodded. She kept her eyes on her plate in front of her, refusing to let them wander to the Ravenclaw table at the opposite side of Hufflepuff. The toast Harry had placed in front of her was swimming in butter. It felt dry as cardboard as it protested its journey down her throat.

She reached for her glass, swallowing a mouthful of sugary-sweet lemonade that did nothing to ease the dryness.

“There's no need to be nervous,” Harry said, using the same quiet tone that Hermione was directing at Ron across the table. Words that were only meant for one person. “If you lose, everyone will blame me… Everyone should blame me.”

His words sparked a fire within her that had been dangerously close to dwindling out a moment before. Ginny looked up sharply from her crumb-covered plate. “We're not going to lose!”

“Right,” Harry agreed at once, one corner of his mouth twitching, threatening a smile as his eyes met Ginny's. “So there's nothing to worry about, is there?”

She felt one side of her own mouth tick up. “Who said I was worried?”

Harry's smile bloomed fully, and the sight did more to ease her nerves than any encouraging words would ever be able to. His smiles had been frustratingly infrequent since the incident with Malfoy; every one that Ginny had managed to coax out of him felt like a victory all of its own. She suspected this one was for her benefit.

“The only thing you should be worried about is how you’re going to deal with your horde of admirers once you win the cup for Gryffindor.”

Ginny's laughter escaped her without her permission, as did the words she spoke next, “and will you be among them?”

Harry took a bite of his crumpet in a very obvious attempt to delay answering. His eyes flicked across the table to Ron, who was too busy listening to whatever soft words of encouragement Hermione was whispering to him to pay attention to what Ginny and Harry were doing.

He swallowed the crumpet. “I'll be the Head of the Ginny Weasley Fan Club.”

It was probably indecent to smile as widely as she currently was in the face of the biggest match of her life.

“Well,” she said, now breathless for entirely different reasons. “Given that my win is a foregone conclusion, I hope you're ready to take the responsibilities that come with your new position very seriously.”

Harry shrugged nonchalantly, but his gaze was steady, unwavering where it met Ginny's. “The season will be over; I'll have plenty of spare time to dedicate to it.”

“You don't have to convince me.” She laughed again, despite the way her stomach was twisting itself into knots. “The job is yours, if you want it.”

Their eyes remained fixed on one another. If the students around them had been faceless to her before, it was like there was no one there at all anymore; like they were the only two people left in the world.

“I'm just letting you know,” Harry said quietly, no longer smiling. “In case anyone else was interested in the position.”

Ginny's voice dropped to barely a whisper. “No one else is being considered.”

A beat of silence stretched on for what could have been eternity for all she knew. Harry didn't look away. She wasn't sure she would be capable of doing so even if she'd wanted to. Whatever this thing was that had been building between them was teetering dangerously close to a precipice and she was about to fall–

“Ginny!”

Dean's voice broke the spell that had fallen over them with jarring abruptness. Harry blinked, and then his attention turned to the half-eaten crumpet on his plate.

Resisting the urge to scream in frustration, Ginny turned in the direction her name had been called from.

“Are you ready to go down?” Dean asked.

Ginny didn't need to turn back to Harry to know he'd tensed beside her.

“You go ahead,” Ginny said smoothly. “I’ve still got some toast left.”

“You can eat on the way,” Harry said quickly. “You should probably take the others down before they get too deep in their own heads.”

She hesitated, wanting to protest the suggestion of leaving Harry up here, alone, while the rest of them went down to the pitch, yet knowing his logic was sound. Ginny's eye met Katie's further down the table, a short nod was enough to instruct her to gather the rest of the team and begin ushering them out of the hall.

Hermione's hand wrapped gently around Ron's forearm, guiding him from the table. Harry stood, and Ginny followed him, wishing she could recapture the moment they’d been so forcefully removed from.

“You've successfully boosted my confidence,” she said as they made their way towards the door. “Consider your Captain duties fulfilled.”

“That wasn't me,” Harry said with a smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes. “You don't think that was just lemonade in your glass, do you?”

“That little trick won't work twice,” Ginny assured him, unable to summon her own smile now their moment of separation was here.

It didn't matter, she promised herself, forcing a grin despite her mouth's reluctance, the match – and Harry's detention – would be over soon, and once she had the cup, everything would fall into place.

#hinny #harry x ginny #ginniversary bingo #guys i wrote this after too much wine #if its bad just lie to me #I'll discover the truth myself in the morning #drabble

[ginnyw-potter]

Your hand in mine

Ginny's hand shifted down his forearm as she changed position and then both her hands wrapped around his. He turned his head to look at her.

She was looking off to the side, watching her parents decide what casket Fred should be buried in. Though she was not crying, her expression was telling.

He pressed his lips against her temple and lingered, inhaling the smell of her shampoo. He felt some of the tension leave her body. He sat up a little straighter again and followed her gaze towards George. Pale and unmoving, seated firmly between his father and Bill.

"Oh, are you two…?" Ron asked as he walked up to them, eyeing their clutched hands.

"Are we what?" Ginny asked as her head turned towards her youngest brother.

Hermione walked up behind him but said nothing.

"Well… you know?" he asked.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Why wouldn't we be?"

"No reason," Ron told him. "It's just that last year you said you knew you didn't have a future with her."

"Things change," Harry retorted.

Ron turned to Hermione. "And he definitely looked as though Quidditch had been cancelled for life when he told us he knew she didn't expect to marry him." Ron almost smiled as he teased.

Harry moved to stand up and retort but Ginny's hands remained tightly around his so he did not manage to stand, and Ron continued on with Hermione in tow, who was shaking her head. By the time he thought of any retort, Ron had already gone into the other room.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, his gaze danced back to Ginny, whose eyes were softly focused on him. Her hand lifted and cupped his cheek and she kissed him, firmly planting her lips on his. She leaned away and kept looking at him, her gaze warm and comforting. Her hand returned on top of his, and both of them looked back at the people at the table.

"I am glad all of you were with him when he died," Ginny said softly. "I would have hated for him to die alone."

"He was laughing with Percy, did they tell you that?" he asked her, hoping it would bring her comfort.

She looked at him. "About the minister? Yeah, they said. I’m glad about that, I suppose.”

He put his other hand on top of hers.

“Are you coming to help open the Wheezes again?” Ginny asked him.

“George said he needed the laugh. That the people do.”

“I’d be happy to,” he replied, looking over at George, looking so lost without his twin.

Ginny scooted a bit closer to him and tucked her head against his shoulder. “Were you worried about not marrying me?”

“I never said such a thing,” he said far too quickly. Though she made no sound, he could tell she was laughing by the light shake of her shoulders. He tucked his head against hers. “You knew what you were doing when you kissed me like that.”

She hummed in reply. “Maybe I did.”

#hinny #drabble #post hp7 #canon compliant #hurt/comfort #GREATEST SOURCE OF COMFORT HINNY

[norakelly]

Pillow talk- hinny

I imagine their conversations, specially after nightmares to be extremely sentimental; no matter how many years have passed by

(How are y’all doing without Ao3? I’m bored as hell actually, even though I have an exam to study for lol)

“Ill die without you Ginny. I’m not even joking”

He says. Casually, as they lay side by side; mid conversation after a particular nightmare.

She gives it a second. The air feels as if it is carrying nothing but their own occasional deep breaths.

Then she speaks.

“I really wouldn’t have minded you know- If i had died that day”

Harry fully turns to face her.

“The battle?”

She hums in response.

“Well Fred was already gone, and I saw you lying there- lifeless. I think- that was my last straw. I probably wouldn’t have flinched at the killing curse that was thrown”

He sighs.

“Im sorry. I-I truly am and I owe you too much Gin-cause, you saved me- back in the forest when i thought about you and-”

His voice is almost a whisper.

“-and also the fact on how I wouldn’t be alive now if you weren’t with me, for the summer after the war”

She turns to him now, and carefully moves his fringe out of his forehead, and he gently traces her cheek with his thumb as she does.

“But you’re here now. You are here-now, and I’m not gonna leave you for life Harry, cause I think I love you too much”

He smiles. It’s a smile of ‘I cant believe I have you’, rather than a smile of pure mirth. It is a mix of gratitude glazed with love and admiration. She kisses the back of his hand, assuring how she received the message. But he speaks,

“I cant even put into words- how much I love you Gin-”

Just as then, a loud cry pierces the air, breaking the comfortable silence between them.

Harry groans, getting up on his elbows, and swiftly kisses her temple.

“Ill go get him. You stay”

#hinny #harry potter #ginny weasley #harry and ginny #harry x ginny #post war #hinny drabble #ginny potter #baby james sirius

[ginnympotter]

Very fluffy moment: an AU where Jily lives- ofc-and Hinny tells them about the new baby (can be any of the pregnancies)

LOVE SOME GOOD JILY LIVES FLUFF

"Why are you so nervous?" Ginny asked him, squeezing his hand as they waited by the front door. "You know they'll be happy for us, right?"

Harry shook his head. "That's the problem. They'll be too happy. Remember when we told them we were engaged?"

"Well, at least we're prepared for the dramatics," she assured him.

Just then, the door swung open, James smiling brightly at his son and daughter-in-law. "There's the most beautiful couple in the world," he proclaimed, bringing them both into a hug.

"Never prepared enough," Harry whispered to Ginny out of the corner of his mouth. She giggled.

"What was that?" James asked as they broke apart.

"Nothing," Harry waved off. "Hi, Dad."

They stepped inside the Godric's Hollow cottage to see the table fully set, Lily taking out one last thing from the oven.

"Mum," Harry sighed, walking over to her. "I told you I'd help with dinner tonight."

"Don't worry about it, love," she said, reaching up and kissing his cheek. "I wanted to give you a break, I know you've been working hard."

"But I like cooking with you," he told her earnestly.

"That's sweet, Harry," Ginny interjected, patting his arm. "But let your mum mother you for the night, yeah?"

"Listen to your wife, kid," James said as he put on oven mitts and picked up a tray to bring to the table. "How are you doing, Gin?"

"Great," she said, smiling. Then, "Pregnant."

The tray slipped from James's hands and shattered to the floor. All three of them were staring at her, Harry somewhat exasperated. Being the only one not in shock, she took out her wand and cleared up the mess, the tray all put together back on the table.

Harry shook out of his stupor. "I thought we were going to tell them after dinner," he murmured.

"Sorry," she responded, though he wasn't sure she meant it. She continued to smile. "You know me. Impulsive. Felt like the right moment."

They looked back at James and Lily, both still looking stunned.

"Surprise?" Harry tried.

"I know you're both pretty young to be grandparents," Ginny said. "But if it's any consolation, you're going to be like, the coolest grandparents anybody has ever had."

The word "grandparents" seemed to do it. James started to laugh and Lily burst into tears.

"Bloody hell," James exclaimed, wrapping Ginny up in a bear hug. "You're having a baby!"

"Mum, it's okay," Harry tried, rushing over to Lily.

Lily grabbed his face and smiled brightly. "You're going to be the most amazing, loving, caring, magnificent, brilliant father-"

James broke away from Ginny and looked towards his wife. "Hey, hey, hey, what am I, then?"

"The most amazing, loving, caring, magnificent, brilliant grandfather?" Harry tried.

"Oh god, what do I go by? Grandpa? Grandad? Papa?"

"Absolutely not Papa," Lily intervened, wiping her tears.

"Sorry, right, that's reserved for-"

"Stop!" Harry warned, and all three of them laughed. "Why don't we sit down and eat, yeah?"

They all listened, but as soon as they started piling food on their plates, James started again. "Need name ideas? 'Cause I've got one-"

"Let me guess," said Lily. "Is it James?"

Ginny giggled.

"What?" James asked, feigning innocence. "It's a classic name!"

"We'll see," said Harry, smiling in spite of himself.

#jily lives #jily lives au #hp #fanfic #one shot #drabble #hp fanfic #hinny #james potter #lily evans #ginny weasley #harry potter

[nuatthebeach]

come let's walk for miles

thanks @narukoibito for giving me the prompt "don't go. stay." and just encouraging me to pop out of my shell and post again! i had so much fun writing this drabble!

title is the english translation of the song "aao milo chalein" in the bollywood movie "jab we met."

comment here on AO3.

The crisp crunch of the snow pressing against his boots is but a dim noise to his ears, easily muffled by the heavy weight of his clouded thoughts. Whimsical lights hang about the village, like fairies dancing in homes of glass, bringing life to an already lively and bustling community. Rich aromas of spices and bakery goods waft to meet his reluctantly curious nose. From a distance, he can see children holding hands, prancing in circles, books resting on the grass not far from them.

Suddenly, memories of too pristine drapery, burnt bread served in small portions, cold spaces and even colder company flash before him, and he reconciles instantly that for the person beside him who deserves a thousand shimmering lives, the one he could provide is laughably unfit.

He chooses instead to clear his throat from the overwhelming constriction building within. “Welcome home."

Harry isn't even sure she hears him until her voice reaches his ears this time, less strained but equally quiet. "Thanks. You've…we've come a long way together. I couldn't have returned home without your map and knowledge of the terrain and…well, your company."

Long way together, indeed. He starkly recalls the night they first met a month ago; he was nearly passed out at the pub, his ratty travelers’ attire dragging on the floor. In contrast, her finely stitched gown - though roughly hiked halfway up to her knees - allowed her easy passage to approach him and demand guidance back to her home. One of her many demands from him, as it would soon appear. He listened as she spoke of how a neglectful carriage had failed to pick her up while in town doing business across the country. Locals suggested that he - a troublesome albeit spatially adept traveler - could help her.

A bag of coins had clanged against the table before Harry could form the words "what's in it for me?"

Turns out, there was a reason why she was in such a rush to return home so quickly. It's the same reason why after weeks of navigating rocky territory and shady inns - all made surprisingly easy with her laughter by his side - he musters all the courage he can…

And shrugs these complicated feelings off.

"For all your talk of disliking sugar, you sure do come from a place with a lot of honey cakes." He lifts the sweet sample to his lips, sinking his teeth in appreciatively. Something to keep his mouth busy, at least.

Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to work very well. "Mmh, nice. You can really feel the corn amongst all that syrup. Good to get your vegetables in."

She sighs, her breath misting the air from his periphery.

"Honestly, I'm quite jealous." That last word chokes in his throat. "You've been stopped four times already with people offering you this. They're that excited to see you again."

"Harry - "

He can’t bloody stop himself, can he, because the next thing he knows: "I bet Dean would have this waiting for you right by the door." The intake of her breath is sharp, not so much a warning but a tense silence. "It must be in the betrothed handbook or something. 'Feed thy wife or face wrath.'"

"Very funny."

"That's why we came here, isn't it?" The reason why she was in such a rush. The reason why the ring sits on her finger, a delicate piece he caught his eyes tracing several times over the past month.

A reminder that she's not his, that she can't ever be his - he's a lonesome wolf, strings to his abusive aunt cut years ago, his proper language a residual to his pseudo-rich past. And she. Well, she's of the lifestyle of everything he left behind, of everything he hates.

So why does he not hate her?

He pauses at a nearby cart to pour himself some ale to mask his fidgeting.

"Harry."

Jaw clenching, he forces down his drink in burning gulps, really letting the seconds drag. "Ginny,” he mimics.

He hears her huff.

"So this is it, then. You're just going to keep evading my departure? Through flimsy humor?”

Pushing through the sharp pain her words evoke, Harry takes in a harsh breath. "There's nothing to evade. You're getting married. And based on everything you've yapped in my ear about so far, to a really nice man."

"Yes…but that was before - "

Smashing the remnants of the honey cake in between his fingers, more decadent and rich than anything he's had the pleasure of tasting in his meager life, he snaps in two. "What should I say, Ginny? Don't go? Stay? Maybe Dean likes to whisper sweet nothings to you, but personally, as a mere acquaintance, I - "

Her fingers tug at his arm with unsurprising strength, forcing herself into his space. His stomach can't help but lurch at how the sunset paints her hair in ways that pedestal the lush sky only second to her attention.

"An acquaintance?” Her voice falters. “Is that all I am to you? Just…more than a stranger?"

He swallows, a chill settling low in his gut. Cruelly, he delivers the blow anyway.

"With time, acquaintances become strangers too."

Sure enough, the rageful tempest that battles its way across her fierce features is nothing in comparison to the aching realization that he is breaking her heart all the same. Like his damage was decreed collateral from the start of time, he watches her pieces shatter too.

"Well," Ginny whispers, eyes glassy, voice severe. "Allow me to speed things up for us then."

Harry doesn't turn to watch her leave. If he did, he might never stop.

#harry x ginny #hinny #hinny drabble #hinny angst #hinny period piece

[greenhousethree]

twenty-two

That year, the seventh month dies on a Wednesday and they leave town.

for dearest @turanga4, if a little belated. thank you for being so wonderfully you.

preview below the cut, full piece on AO3:

It has them both feeling like kids again, like sneaking out— stuffing his rucksack with shorts and sun cream after work in the dead of night, rolling the top to force it closed around a broken drawstring. By the time he’s shouldering the bag she checks her watch and it’s gone midnight. Twelve minutes into the thirty-first.

She doesn’t acknowledge it, but now he’s looking at her with his brow furrowed and a question forming on his mouth. She kisses it away, sweet and nutty from leftover Thai. Takes his hand from her hip, locks the flat behind them. She’s thinking they just might Apparate somewhere way out west this time— Charlie says California’s beautiful— they could nudge right up to where yesterday’s only half gone, buy him another day before he’s older than his parents ever got to be.

But they won’t. 

He leads the way down the steps and around the corner. There’s hardly a breeze, but the night is cool on the back of her neck as the street slumbers under orange lamplight. A block away, back doors of pubs are clanging open for closing staff, bin bags thrown in the skips, keys and change jangling en route to bus stops. The light over the mouth of their usual alleyway is burnt out, so they slip into the dark.

He’s looking at her now, tugging her close till she can smell the soap and linen from his shower, something a little richer in the crook of his neck like the cologne on his top shelf. He’s motionless, concentrating— it’s always like this for a second before Apparating so far. Last week for a laugh she offered to book a Portkey this time instead, something about him getting on in years. Earned herself a spatter of marinara flicked from a spoon.

“I can do it,” she offers now. She’s already picturing cobblestones and stucco and a blue door.

“S’fine,” he murmurs into her hair.

He twists, and for a long moment they’re somewhere between here and there.

#this one's for when we don't care much to celebrate #yet another birthday by the sea #hinny #harry potter #ginny weasley #summer 2002 #non-linear narrative #drabbles

[teaforthotxxx]

Not me thinking of how hinny (harry x ginny) in the books would have gone if Jegulus and Marlily raised harry!!

Like Harry def told Mary and Lily first. Cause hes tryna attract a girl. WTF DO REGULUS AND JAMES know about getting a girl? Also, he wld def ask Mary how she got Lily cause Ginny looks like Lily. I think Marlene wld pull out Mary’s old diary and show Harry a page titled “PLANS TO GET RED”!! I think Mary wouldn’t be much help but Marlene definitely had a “HOW TO GET THE CUTE SLYTHERIN” and she would cancel the word slytherin and replace it with Chaser (Ginny).

I feel like he would only really involve his dads after he gets tgt with Ginny and realises he’s broken 1918827828 friendship codes by dating his best mate’s little sister (something James knows a thing or two abt). Obviously, James would pretend he’s above it all and say “just tell Ron. I mean at worst you get beat up. Padfoot chewed all of my red converses and ate my autographed quaffle. I’m sure Ron is wayyyyyy nicer.” Of course, Harry will tune that out the same way James tuned out Arthur’s same advice. Instead, he’ll look for the diabolical slytherin aka SLYTHERIN SKITTLES for help.

Big mistake: Barty and Dorcas are laughing so hard they fall down. Pandora who already knows how this is gonna end (cause she is a seer) is sighing. Evan is trying to help but can’t because AGAIN what does he know about girls? And also he’s engaged to an only child!! Regulus AKA Professor BLACK to the rest of the students is sighing and questioning how Harry not only managed to find but also date someone who is a mix of both himself and Lily (the two great loves of James’ life).

Unable to help, Regulus will probably refer him to Sirius (consult the enemy). Sirius is probably the last one to know about Hinny (naturally, Reg and Remus found out first cause they work at Hogwarts). He is definitely very salty about it (EVEN PETE knew before him). So, Sirius wouldn’t help his godson. He’d just say something about karma after Harry sasses him for the thirtieth that day.

Eventually, Harry gives up and comes clean to Ron. He braces himself but Ron just goes “oh ok. Sorry I already knew.” He was completely fine with it cause urm Ginny is her own person? And he respects her? So, Harry relaxes. He doesn’t have to sleep in the room of requirements for fear that Ron will send a rat to him. That is until he feels two identical hands on both sides of his shoulders. Fred and George Weasley are looking down at him with matching mischievous grins. “So you’re dating our little Ginny eh?”

#marauders #harry potter #hp fic #james potter #marauders era #jegulus #meta #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #everybody lives/nobody dies #mary macdonald #marlene mckinon #wolfstar #long post #drabble #slytherin skittles #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #hinny #ginny weasley #ron weasley

[ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey]

Sweet Nothing

The jinx hits him in his abdomen, and his first thought isn’t of the pain, or even the counterjinx, it’s of the paperwork. 

“I know,” Harry sighs a few hours later, as Robards delivers what feels like his millionth lecture about protocols and safety procedures and doesn’t Harry know he needs to be more careful? 

“I know you know,” Robards growls. “Which is why I’m wondering how you let this happen again.”

Harry wants to spit out that the number of accidents that befall him in the field aren’t accidents. That the remaining Death Eaters and pathetic scum who hadn’t been talented enough to be Death Eaters but may as well have been have made hexing Harry the new benchmark for revenge. That Wilkins is a corrupt scum who’d said the room had been cleared when it hadn’t, and he should have been fired ages ago if the department is truly clean the way Robards claims it is. 

But he doesn’t. It isn’t anything Robards hasn’t heard before, even acknowledged once or twice. But he only cares about his safety statistics, and the end of quarter report he has to submit upon which he must now record this incident, a blot on a record that might impact the promotion he’s lobbying for. 

“It won’t happen again,” Harry promises. They both know it’s bullshit. Robards accepts it anyway, because what else can he do?

“You handle the press,” Robards orders, a far more effective punishment than anything else he could have devised. Harry wonders if he knows this. Wonders if this makes him respect the man more or less.

“Why?” Harry asks bluntly.

“Because you’re who they always want to hear from, aren’t you?”

The truth of the statement does nothing to ease the sting.  

“The suspect was taken into custody and is now under questioning for the murder of Florean Fortescue. This is still an ongoing investigation, and further details cannot be disclosed at this time.”

Harry doesn’t open the floor for questions but they hurl them at him anyway. 

“Mr. Potter, is it true that you were injured during the arrest? Did you have a personal history with Selwyn?”

“Mr. Potter, would you say that your lack of formal education and credentials impacted you today?”

“Mr. Potter, do you regret lobbying for the removal of dementors when making arrests like this?”

“Would you say your presence in the Auror department is a publicity stunt?”

Harry had known what he was signing up for when he joined the Aurors. He had known he wasn’t signing up for a life of peace or simplicity, had known that the weight of his name and identity would be hanging on his shoulders. 

There are days when it’s easier to pretend the weight isn’t there, and days when he wonders whether the chains round his neck are visible.

Today is not one of the easy days. Harry answers the questions with his best impression of politeness. He’s never been very good at impressions.

Then it’s back to the office to write up the incident report. Wilkins sidles up to his desk like a prick and has the gall to ask after his injury. 

“My stomach is fine,” Harry says flatly, not bothering to look up from his report. “How are your eyes?”

“Eh?”

“You cleared the room, didn’t you?” Harry asks, crossing a t with unnecessary force. “Must not have seen Selwyn.”

Harry looks up from his report now. Wilkins doesn’t even have the courtesy to look defensive. “Yeah, that’s right,” Wilkins says with a sneer. “Didn’t see him.”

“I’ll make sure to include that in my report,” Harry says lightly, as though that means anything. They both know it doesn’t. 

“You do that, Potter,” Wilkins says. “Hope your tummy heals up soon.”

The wheels of justice turn slowly. Hermione had said that to him once over a firewhiskey at the Leaky Cauldron, as though that were meant to make him feel better, or something. 

Harry pops out for a coffee in the afternoon, and gets accosted by a photographer from Witch Weekly on the way back. The purple smoke from her camera nearly chokes him as he takes an unfortunately timed sip of his coffee. 

“Harry Potter!” she squeaks.

Harry doesn’t bother with a response, and pushes past her roughly in his escape. He knows that this will inevitably result in some bullshit story about him being a stuck up famous prick who thinks he’s too good to speak to his fans, or maybe this time they’ll imply he’s having an affair with someone different and had to run away to avoid detection, someone interesting, maybe Tom the barman or maybe the random witch who had stood in front of him in line at the coffee shop. Anyone will do, because anything with his name attached will sell and it doesn’t matter whether the story is even on the same continent as the truth. 

He should have smiled at her, at least. 

Or maybe he shouldn’t. Maybe then he’d have been accused of being fame hungry or coveting a headline or perhaps even having an affair with her.

The truth is there is no winning with the press. His skin is thicker than it used to be, he doesn’t care as much as he once did, and yet today he sips his coffee with a hint of cynicism and the faint flavor of libelous purple smoke.

When he returns to his desk it is to find that the warrant he’d applied for had been denied, and he’ll need to find more evidence to bring charges. He’s supposed to owl the Montgomery family today for an update on their case. They’d been hounding him all week, and he was waiting for the warrant to give them some positive news. 

Now he has no positive news to deliver. 

He finishes up his incident report, and scribbles a hasty letter without any substance to the Montgomerys, feeling shit.

He’s still thinking about it when he Apparates home for the day, wondering whether it will be worth questioning Greyback again to see whether he might accidentally divulge more information pertaining to the Montgomery case, and whether such a small possibility was worth yet another conversation with the man who, after all this time, still revolts him.

He pushes open the door to Grimmauld Place, and it takes him a moment to register the sound of humming coming from the kitchen. It’s off key, some Hobgoblins song that he vaguely recognizes. 

She’s standing at the sink when he comes in, swishing her wand at the sink hopefully while she reaches the crescendo of the chorus, and for the first time all day, Harry smiles. The light through the window is bright, and it makes her red hair shine a coppery gold. She’s wearing the lounge trousers that make her bum look particularly good, along with some bright purple fuzzy socks that prevent her feet from turning to ice on the stone floor, a perfect mixture of cozy allure that he’s come to associate with her. 

His footsteps alert her to his presence, and he’s sorry for it, because she stops humming. But she turns to him and grins, which is nearly as good.

“Oh, you’re home,” she says brightly. “Look, you’re not allowed to tell her this, but Mum was right.”

Harry reaches her and wraps his arms around her from behind, letting the warmth of her seep into his cold skin, dropping a kiss down to her cheek. “About what?”

“I should have let her teach me all those householdy charms like she said,” Ginny says with a dramatic sigh. “I just can’t- get- it- to-”

She punctuates each word with a wave of her wand, and Harry watches as the pot she’s attempting to magically scrub flips feebly, a bit of food clinging stubbornly to the bottom. 

“I’ll wash it,” Harry offers.

Ginny turns, still in his arms, and smiles up at him. “No, I’m going to get it right and then you’ll be deeply impressed by my domestic prowess.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes,” Ginny says, reaching up to snake her arms around his neck. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

She reaches up and kisses him. He knows she probably meant it to be a greeting kiss, a small thing, but he holds her there against him, soaking in the smell of her, the feel of her against him, the soft of her lips and the silk of her hair, drowning in her. 

“Well hi,” she says after they finally pull apart, her lids a bit heavy now, her eyes wicked. 

Harry answers with another soft kiss. 

“I didn’t know you were so into scrubbing pots,” Ginny teases against his lips. “I’d have done it much sooner.”

“You knew what you were doing when you put on those trousers.”

Ginny cackles, and Harry thinks he’ll never get tired of it, the way she laughs with her whole face, the crinkles of her nose and around her eyes, the glint of amusement she gets, the way she throws her whole head back with it. “You’ll never prove it.”

Harry doesn’t care to prove it, only kisses her again and again, until he lifts her up onto the counter and pulls the trousers off, until he’s warm and deep inside of her and she’s whispering his name in his ear in the way she knows drives him mad, and her skin is so soft and freckled and perfect.

Then they laugh at themselves, going at it in the kitchen when they have a perfectly good bedroom upstairs, and Harry teases her, telling her to show off her domestic prowess and clean off the counter. She smacks him on the arm and tells him that domestic prowess is overrated and shouldn’t he make himself useful?

She tells him about Quidditch practice earlier, and the new formation that the team hadn’t been able to get quite right, and the owl she’d received from Charlie about the hatching of a new baby dragon while they eat dinner, a leftover stew Harry had made the evening before. It’s warm and delicious, just like her, and he knows she’s speaking but he can’t get the sound of her off key humming out of his head, and how maybe everything she says is music.

It isn’t until she’s pouring him a glass of red wine and they’re settling down to listen to the Puddlemere match on the wireless that she asks him. 

“How was your day, anyway? Anything interesting happen?”

Harry thinks for a moment, feeling quite warm as she burrows her toes beneath his leg and she drapes a blanket Molly had knitted for them across both of their laps. “Nah, nothing,” he says, lifting her hand to kiss the back of it. “Just you.”

#hinny fluff #drabble #sweet nothing #canon compliant #taylor swift lyrics #you're in the kitchen humming #some light smut #mature