GinFizz

Ginny & Harry Fanfic Writer - Canon Shipper

[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

[fizzyginfizz]

Scare or weird for the word game! I'm so excited to read the next chapter!! <3 <3

How about 'scary'?

"Imagine my dismay at the discovery I'm exactly like my Mum in scary, high-stress, ‘Ronald-Weasley-How-Dare-You-Steal-That-Car’ situations."

(working hard - still lots to do but the chapter is moving)

[fizzyginfizz]

☆ For the word game - hair or brother love love love your work btw!!

Thank you for the encouragement! These one word snippets have kept me so engaged - everyone who has sent them has my profound gratitude ❤️❤️❤️

I'm having a productive writing week (so so close) and I've got both your words, but I like the 'brother' one better:

Yes, she had a time sensitive delivery to make, but ‘Brothers Before Others.’ It was a rule.

[fizzyginfizz]

☆ put this star in the inbox of your favorite blogs. it’s time to spread positivity ! 🌷

[fizzyginfizz]

Next chapter word!

“Dog’s ears”

(Okay, two words?)

One of her dog’s deflated ears twitched; the other pretended to ignore her.

[fizzyginfizz]

”Awake” for the word game

"I could sneak in and out before he’s awake. But with my eyes closed because watching him sleep would be Colin Creevey levels of creepy."

...

I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. This is the kind of thing I spend two days wordsmithing and end up throwing out in the end as "too much."

[fizzyginfizz]

Oh !! I'm obsessed with Snuffles&Ginny in QifL, so any snippet with the word "dog" or even better "bark" would be faaaantastic.

thankyouuu have a great start of the week!

YAY! I'm obsessed with them, too (I wish they'd cooperate - their scenes are hard to write)

I have both your words, but feel the need to apologize as they are in the most boring sentence ever:

Her criminally reckless dog barked.

[candyy-dreams]

Cómo Ginny pensó que iba a ser tener un perro:

Cómo en realidad fue:

How Ginny thought having a dog would be. How it actually was:

@fizzyginfizz Sorry, this is my first time drawing dogs, but I've actually had these pictures for a while. Thanks for inspiring me to draw 💗 I love your writing, I'll never get tired of saying it 🫶

[fizzyginfizz]

OMG @candyy-dreams - This is the first fanart I've ever seen inspired by one of my fics - I'm floored and I love your drawing so much! LOVE! (He owes her a new bag, don't you think?)

[therosyrat]

ok wait so i was doodling some persona x harry potter universe and i drew this ginny

shes so freaking adorable help 😭😭

[sirius-for-life]

Good At This

She had gotten very good at all of it. Looking back without flinching. Not becoming twelve again in her own skin. Being effortless around Harry Potter. She wished it helped more than it did. OotP missing moment. Ginny POV.

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The Room of Requirement smelled like effort — warm bodies and nervous energy and the particular staleness of air that had been breathed in and out by thirty people who were all trying very hard not to embarrass themselves in front of Harry Potter.

Ginny was partnered with Michael, which was fine. Michael was a competent partner and a decent boyfriend and she had absolutely no reason to be looking across the room at Cho Chang.

She looked across the room at Cho Chang anyway.

It wasn't difficult to find them. Harry had a gravitational pull in enclosed spaces even when he wasn't doing anything interesting, and he was currently doing something interesting, which was standing very close to Cho with his hand on her wrist, adjusting her grip on her wand. Patient. Focused. Speaking too quietly for Ginny to hear across the noise of the room.

Cho laughed at something he said.

Ginny's Expelliarmus hit Michael squarely in the chest and sent him staggering back two steps.

"Bit strong," he said, blinking.

"Sorry," she said. She was not particularly sorry.

She knew what this feeling was. She'd had enough time over enough years to map every corner of it, and she was not thirteen anymore and she was not going to do it the indignity of pretending it was something else — irritation, competitive instinct, general principles. She was jealous. Specifically, she was jealous of Cho Chang, who was pretty and sad-eyed and had actually managed to speak to Harry Potter without losing the ability to form sentences, which Ginny had once found impossible and now found effortless, which was exactly the problem, because it turned out being effortless around Harry had done precisely nothing to fix the underlying situation.

She reset her stance. Michael raised his wand again, game if a little wary.

Across the room, Harry was demonstrating the motion himself now, slow and deliberate, and Cho was watching his wand hand with an expression of concentration that Ginny found personally offensive. He corrected something, and she tried again, and he nodded — that particular nod he had, economical and genuine, the one that meant he actually meant it — and something in Ginny's chest did a thing she categorically refused to acknowledge.

The worst part was that there was nothing to be angry at. Harry wasn't doing anything wrong. Teaching someone in the DA was, in fact, the entire point of the DA. Cho was holding her wand incorrectly and Harry was correcting it in the patient, slightly awkward way he corrected everything, probably thinking about nothing except the spell, the grip, the angle of the elbow. He was not, almost certainly, thinking about Cho Chang's hair or her laugh or the way she looked at him like he was something remarkable.

He never thought about those things. That was also, Ginny had decided, the problem.

Expelliarmus.

Michael's wand skittered across the floor. He went to retrieve it with a look that suggested he was quietly reconsidering their relationship.

She exhaled. Pushed her hair back. Across the room, Harry had stepped away from Cho now — some distance recovered, professional, oblivious — and was scanning the room the way he always did mid-session, checking who was struggling, who needed a word, who was about to hex themselves by accident. It was a good instinct. It was deeply annoying.

His gaze moved across the room in a sweep and then, for no particular reason that she could identify, it stopped.

On her.

Just for a moment. A second, maybe two. Long enough that it wasn't accidental and short enough that it wasn't anything, except that Harry's brow did a complicated thing — not quite a frown, not quite the opposite — like he'd noticed something he hadn't expected to notice and wasn't sure what to do with it.

Ginny held his gaze.

She was good at this now. She had practiced it the same way she'd practiced everything else — stubbornly, repeatedly, until the thing that used to undo her became just a thing she could do. She looked back at Harry Potter across a crowded room and she did not flush, did not look away, did not become twelve years old again in her own skin.

Harry looked away first.

He moved on to someone else — Neville, who was having some difficulty — and the moment closed behind him like water, and Ginny turned back to Michael.

"Again," she said.

Michael sighed. Raised his wand. She disarmed him so fast he didn't see it coming.

She was very good at this, she thought. At all of it.

She wished it helped more than it did.

[fizzyginfizz]

"I" and "eye" and "aye" for the word game!

Hmm... I have no "aye" at the moment. I do have an "eye" one, but it needs work. I can share this one for "I" as it is relatively spoiler-free:

"I had no friends and the only place for all those clogged words was my diary - which recap: dark lord. In case you forgot."

[fizzyginfizz]

Lips or kiss for the word game!

I know it's not exactly what people hope for when they ask for lips and kisses kinds of words - but this is QifL and Ginny hasn't quite hit that stage yet. 😘But I do have "kisses":

You’re an ungrateful wretch!  You’re supposed to wag your tail, jump on my lap and assault me with disgusting drooly doggie kisses.  Has that ever happened? No.

[fizzyginfizz]

water or cat for the word in the next chapter of Qifl? Im sooo excited for when you publish it btw!

"Respect. That cat survived a basilisk," Ginny snapped.

I'm getting excited, too. These one word snippet prompts are really helping me get through that sticky "I don't want to write it" scene - thanks!

[fizzyginfizz]

socks or skirt for the word in the wip

With skills honed during Aunt Muriel’s Easter lawn croquet (Ginny had long been forbidden from using a mallet after a string of suspicious kneecap incidents) she bowled her sock down the corridor.

This chapter is random - I can't believe I had one for "sock" - hope singular instead of plural still counts. ❤️

[fizzyginfizz]

Next chapter word!

“Realized”

Uh-oh... this search has made me realize I overuse the word "realized." So many choices on my way to a thesaurus:

Ginny cursed - whole strings of anti-profanity quill approved phrases- as she realized she and her uncharacteristically crazy-eyed dog were completely utterly totally irrevocably frotzed up one side and down the other.

[fizzyginfizz]

Have you got the word "pawful" in your next QifL chapter? 🤭

No, but seriously. How about "wind"?

Oh no. Do you realize what you've done, my friend? 🤪

How am I supposed to feel accomplished if I'm unable to work "pawful" "awful" and "Quaffle" into a coherent sentence? [cue dramatic existential crisis soundtrack]

I'm dying. How? When? Where can I make that happen?

Until the opportunity presents itself - "wind":

Emotionally tone-deaf Quidditch flags flapped in the wind.

[brightlybound]

Send me a word, and if it's in my WIP, I'll send you the sentence it's from! 🤗

(Don't forget to hit up @fizzyginfizz and @honeydukesheroine too!)