I wrote this as a result of a conversation in the @ginnystrophyhusband Discord, so I'm going to claim it as a Hinny Microfic even though it technically doesn't include any of the prompts!
990 words, rated T, read it below or on AO3
There Was Only One Car Seat
Ron stares at Harry incredulously. “You’re serious?”
“Yep.”
Well, that sounded pretty definitive, but Ron still can’t quite believe it. “Absolutely, totally, one-hundred percent sure?”
“Completely.” Harry dangles the keys right in front of Ron’s face. “Now do you want to drive the bloody car or not?”
It’s a good point. Ron snatches the keys out of his best friend’s hand before Harry can change his mind. He’s been waiting for this opportunity for almost five months. Five whole months since Harry’s seventeenth birthday. Five whole months since Harry’s absolutely loaded and ridiculously generous godfather gifted him the car in question.
But it isn’t just any car. No, it’s a 1.8 litre Mazda MX-5 Phoenix Special Edition MX-5 two-seater soft-top roadster, in gleaming black, with sienna-brown full leather interior, fifteen-inch low profile alloy wheels, 146-brake horsepower, nought to sixty in 8.2 seconds. It’s an absolute wet-dream of a car, and ever since the first time Ron laid eyes on it, he’s longed to drive it.
Harry has always flatly refused.
Ron understands. Really, he does, because there are good reasons for Harry’s refusal. The main one is that Harry’s parents (well, Ron suspects mainly his mother) have absolutely forbidden it, along with any other even slightly dubious (aka fun) behaviour behind the wheel. As Harry tells it, she wasn’t at all happy that Sirius gave Harry the car in the first place, and she’s threatened to confiscate the keys if she ever gets even a hint of anything untoward going on.
Which, now Ron comes to think of it, makes this sudden change of heart more than a little bit suspicious.
“Why now?” He’s kicking himself even as the words come out of his mouth, because heaven forbid Harry changes his mind.
Harry shrugs. “Call it festive spirit. You drive us there, I’ll drive us home.”
Ron isn’t sure that ‘festive spirit’ really covers it, but he isn’t going to argue. The important thing is that he gets to drive Harry’s car to the Hogwarts college sixth form Christmas party. He was happy enough when Harry declared himself designated driver for the evening, but now Ron gets to pull up in front of the pub that’s hosting them for the evening, climb out of the sexiest car known to man and saunter into the pub in front of all his classmates like an absolute king.
He really hopes that Hermione’s around to see it.
Speaking of Hermione, Ron’s hoping tonight is the night; her parents are away at some dental convention for the weekend, and she’s made a point of explaining that she’ll have the house to herself.
“Assuming I’m coming back here, obviously,” he points out, aware that he sounds more than a little smug, and not giving even the tiniest bit of a shit about it, because tonight is shaping up to be the best night of his life.
Harry just smirks at him. “Yeah well. I’ll be rooting for you.”
Ron doesn’t reply. With a sigh of satisfaction, he opens the door and slides into the driver's seat. He takes his time adjusting the seat, the steering wheel and the mirrors for his taller frame, enjoying every single second, but soon enough he’s ready to go—and now that he’s ready, he wants to get on with it.
Harry, though, is still loitering on the battered concrete forecourt outside the Burrow, the farmhouse that Ron has called home his whole life. What the hell is he waiting for? Ron opens the passenger door window (electric, of course! What a luxury! He’s far more used to getting a decent upper arm workout wrestling with the manual winders on the Weasley’s elderly landrover) so that he can encourage his best mate into the car when the front door to the house opens and Ginny skips down the steps.
“Sorry!” she declares. “I didn’t keep you waiting long, did I?”
Ron’s surprised to see her. “I didn’t think you were coming.”
“I wasn’t. But Harry talked me into it.”
Ginny picks her way towards them across the uneven concrete in her knee-high heeled boots. She’s wearing a glittery black mini dress that skims the top of her thighs and she’s put tinsel in her hair. “That dress is a bit short, isn’t it?”
She sticks her tongue out at him. “Like that’s any of your business. And don’t let Hermione hear you saying crap like that if you want to get laid tonight.”
Ron flicks a finger at her—and then a thought occurs to him. “Wait a minute. You didn’t think Harry was giving you a lift, did you?”
“Yes?” she says, slowly and loudly, as though she’s talking to someone extremely stupid.
“But there are only two seats!”
“Yes Ron. I can count, thank you very much,” she shoots back. “I’ll sit on Harry’s knee.”
Ron can’t help but laugh, because there is no way that Harry is going to risk his future use of the car by breaking not one but two of his mother’s inviolable rules on one night—except Harry is already climbing into the passenger seat next to Ron, and doesn’t object when Ginny positions herself on top of him. “We’re only going two miles,” he says. “Just don’t crash.”
This is bloody typical, thinks Ron—Ginny’s always got away with shit like this, her entire life. He shakes his head in disgust as they attempt to fasten the seatbelt around the pair of them, a process that takes far longer and much more irritating giggling than Ron thinks is strictly necessary.
But, finally, they’re ready to go. Ron puts his foot on the clutch, turns the key in the ignition and feels the engine roar to life. A huge smile spreads over his face. Yes, tonight is going the be the best night of his life.
It never occurs to him that it might just turn out to be Harry’s too.
do u guys know that fic were there's an OC working under harry. and kingsley tells him to handover a file or smthng so he goes inside potter's house and lily luna sees him and tells him to do her braid , then they also do the icing of cupcakes
i guess his name was luke or smthng
it was such a cute fic , i can't believe it didn't bookmark it😭😭😭😭😭
Drunk Harry sees some a guy checking Ginny out and starts to get jealous and possessive. Then he notices his hand on her and almost loses his shit until Ginny turns to where he’s looking and laughs, only to tell him “Love, that’s your reflection”. This may be based on a true story 😂.
Harry Potter was a trained Auror. For over a year now, he worked at the Ministry, learning advanced magic for detaining wizards and witches who broke the law. They were taught to only use the secret spells they learned only in dire situations, only in situations where a criminal could not be contained.
Which in Harry's mind fit the current situation he was in. Because some bloke could not stop touching his girlfriend's arse.
The entire DA had gotten together at some random bar in Diagon Alley. It was packed with witches and wizards, so many more people than the entire DA roster.
Harry was pressed against Ginny, along with so many other bodies, he could not differentiate who was who. The bar had mirrors all around them, which is when he saw it.
Someone touching Ginny Weasley's arse.
He pulled out his wand, ready to defend his girlfriend, not that she needed defending, but he had a people saving thing, and he was going to save Ginny from some stupid creep.
"What are you doing, Potter?" Ginny asked, nibbling on his ear.
"I saw some dude grope your arse in the reflection of the mirror, and I am going to kick his arse," Harry replied.
Ginny threw her head back in laughter.
“Love, that’s your reflection”.
Harry turned to the mirror, looked at Ginny's arse in his reflection, the hand touching her arse, then back to his own hand, then back to Ginny's arse.
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