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[gaynfl-moved]

(same anon) sorry, hinny :) so i guess two or 12 :)

thanks for clarifying my dear :))) and alas… i went between domestic hinny or early relationship hinny and… 

12. things you said when you thought I was asleep (x)

“Mum wasn’t kidding when she said you’d be up at all hours of the night,” Ginny mumbled, her voice breaking through the haze that was Harry’s sleepy mind. He sighed internally, kicking himself at the fact that Ginny had woken before him. She was already in parent mode, her sleep light and ready to be alert at anytime. 

He, on the other hand, was usually in the deepest points of sleep when the baby woke. 

The bed next to him dipped, and he could feel the warmth radiating off his wife. She kicked her legs around and the blanket moved around his torso as she moved it up over herself. He could hear his son making small noises, and then it was replaced by the telltale sound of nursing. 

“All hours of the night,” Ginny mumbled, the headboard creaking as she leaned against it. 

“And your father hasn’t woken up, again. How lucky,” Ginny must have turned to look at him, because her words were louder than before, and slightly bitter. Harry thought about moving, but then her hand landed on his head softly, her fingers massaging his scalp. 

“Nothing he could do though, you’re insistent on nursing at three am,” she directed this at James, and Harry could hear the smile in her voice. 

“He’d just have to wake me up, and he’d feel so guilty,” she chuckled, “and apologize profusely, but that’s your dad.”

It’s quiet for a moment, and Harry can feel himself slipping back into sleep at the feeling of Ginny’s fingers on his scalp. She stopped for a moment, and he heard James whimper as Ginny shifted. 

“You don’t even know yet who your father is,” her voice is smaller now, and Harry bit his lip to keep from talking. 

“I suppose you don’t know who your mother is either, but in due time. You’ll eventually realize that that strange uncle at dinner is actually the same guy who created that joke product you heard about, and then we’ll have a really fun conversation, but that’s for like… ten years from now, hopefully,” she rambled on, until she let out a deep sigh as she finished. 

“I can’t believe you’ll ever be bigger than this. I can’t believe Harry was ever this small, wow,” she laughed, and Harry felt his lips ticking up at her statement. 

“I was never,” he mumbled, and she jumped. Her hand came back down on his head, a light slap, as James cried out. 

“Harry!” she hissed, and he laughed as she worked on getting James back to where he was before. He looked up at her, and she glared at him, a smile on her lips. 

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it,” he said, turning over and sitting up next to her. She sighed heavily, looking back down at James again. 

“You so were this small, once,” she said, and he shrugged.

“Not that I remember,” he replied, and she looked up at him, amusement in her eyes. 

“You’re so full of it tonight,” she whispered, and he pressed a kiss to her lips. 

“I’ve got to get better at waking up when he cries,” he breathed, and she shrugged.

“Maybe by the next one,” she mumbled, her eyelids drooping. As he reached to take a very sleepy looking James from her arms, he quirked an eyebrow at her.

“Next one?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly. 

But she was out, her head lolling to the side as sleep overtook her where she sat. Harry smiled as he stood up, James cradled in his arms. 

“Did you hear your mother? Next one… I’ve barely got you handled,” he mumbled at James as he walked over to the crib. 

He could’ve sworn he heard a giggle from the bed.

[jiilys]

please tell us what the line is!!

‘And Harry thought of when he used to be on watch, sat in front of the tent holding Hermione’s wand with everything going wrong, and how only then he’d let himself think about Ginny. Her voice, long laugh, longer legs, telling him to move over, pass the milk, look left, met her later, skip that flashcard, relax, put Luna in as chaser if it all goes arse up– she’s Ravenclaw but I’ll vouch for her. Dumb hours spent on the Quidditch pitch, sun going down, watching her get shot after shot past him like she even needed the practise. C’mon Potter, at least try to save these, you’re making Ron look like Wood. Her hair everywhere, laughing, head back, both of them impossibly far from the ground 

I really don’t want to die, Harry would think, I really don’t want to die and miss out on you‘ 

[narukoibito]

Prompt 15!!!!!!! (That might have been a touch too enthusiastic)

Too enthusiastic? Never!

Prompt 15: Stargazing together. A is actually smart and points out constellations, B just points up at the sky every so often and says, "That one looks like a penis" or something along those lines

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"What's the name of the ziggy one?"

"Cassiopeia," Ginny said immediately, tracking it on her star chart.

"Well done," Harry said, impressed. He grinned, leaning over to watch her write. His presence beside her made her warm and soft inside despite the occasional brisk evening wind up in the Astronomy tower. "How do you remember all of these?"

"Not all of us just putz around with our studies," she teased, knowing it would just make him smile. "That one's easy. It reminds me of you, actually."

"Oh?" He looked at her, curiosity shining in his eyes.

"If you tilt your head, it looks a bit like a lightening." She used to wistfully looking at the sky, seeing things that reminded her of him when her crush was all-consuming.

"Think about me, do you?" he teased.

Always.

"Careful," she warned. "You'll give me another reason for Cassiopeia to remind me of you."

"What's that?"

"Your hubris."

Harry let out a puff of laughter. She grinned.

"Fitting, Potter. I bet you think all the stars are about you," Ginny mimicked Snape's waspish drawl. He laughed hard.

Harry leaned back, smiling up at the night sky. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, an old habit even though now she could look at him without pretending that she wasn't. He always seemed to be smiling these days, his posture relaxed and at ease. Her heart skipped at the thought that maybe she had a little bit to do with that.

He pointed up at the sky. "That one looks like a penis."

She burst out laughing. "You're supposed to be helping revise!"

"Who came up with that bright idea?"

Ginny snorted. He grinned back cheekily.

"Hermione'll have your hide if you make me fail my exams," she reminded him.

"Nah," he said, his shoulder brushing against hers. "You're too smart for that." He tapped on her parchment. "What is the name of the penis constellation?"

"Gemini."

They fell into rhythm, taking turns guessing first or trying to make each other laugh. ("Blegh, Draco." "Looks like a sperm." "Or micropenis.")

"And that one...er," Ginny paused. They hand landed on a big cluster of stars that was incredibly familiar, but the name seemed to elude her.

"Orion," Harry said.

"Yes," she said, glancing at him in surprise, but his gaze remained focused at the night sky. The humor in his face had faded to something more somber, even a little lost.

She bit her lip and scooted closer, which seemed to draw him out of his brief reverie. He gave her small smile before averting his gaze, suddenly seeming interested in her star chart.

"What about Orion?" she asked, her voice light as she wrote down the name.

Harry hummed. For a moment, she didn't think he would say go on. "Orion. That was Sirius's dad's name."

Ginny scrunched up her nose. "Purebloods and their need to immortalize themselves with such names."

He laughed, humorless. "Yes."

She squinted up at the sky. When she found what she was looking for, she pointed with her quill. "There."

He followed where she indicated. He turned to her, his smile soft. The blue light from the stars above glinted against his wire-rim glasses. "Yeah."

His green eyes flickered down to her lips, his hand covering hers.

"Do you...think you've done enough revising?" he breathed.

Ginny smiled and leaned in, her heart warm and full. "I thought you'd never ask."

[ginnyw-potter-archive]

Counting kisses

They walked into the Great Hall somewhat late. They had completely lost track of time. A lot of people looked up as they entered but Harry did not let go of her hand as they walked to the Gryffindor table.

She quickly slipped on the bench in front of her brother, Harry came to sit beside her. A quick glance at Hermione showed she was far too happy about the recent development.

Ron cleared his throat. “So, are you two officially together?”

Harry looked over at her and she smiled. Harry focused on Ron. “I don’t really know.” He glanced at her again quickly. “We didn’t get much time to talk.”

Ron’s brow furrowed. “Didn’t get time? You were out for hours! What were you doing that you—” His sentence cut off abruptly and his face flushed up to his ears.

Ginny hid her grin behind her cup of pumpkin juice.

“You were right, Gin. That was fun,” Harry told her happily. He looked at Ron. “Yes, we are dating.”

Ron huffed. “I am her brother, so you better behave if you want approval!”

Ginny let out a fake laugh. “You’re full of jokes, Ron. ‘Approval’...” She shook her head. “Harry, do you recall Ron asking for my approval when he started going out with Lavender?”

Harry shook his head. “Nope.”

Ron gritted his teeth and looked away. “We are continuing the party in the common room, you better join.”

“Where else would we be?” Ginny asked. “Only so much time left before curfew.”

***

When they arrived at the common room, the Gryffindors were still in a cheery mood. Ginny was pulled into the crows and lifted into the air a minute later. Harry stood by the window, cheering along with the crowd, his eyes trained on her.

Hermione walked up him and he glanced at her. He caught her judging him rather smugly about watching Ginny. He turned to her and she quirked an eyebrow.

“Oh, shut up,” he said to her told-you-so face. He chuckled and Hermione did too.

“About time,” she said.

He rolled his eyes. “What? You saw this coming? I thought you didn’t believe in divination.”

“I don’t.” She shot him a sympathetic look. “I didn’t need to be able to look into the future to see that coming.”

Harry looked towards Ron. “I think Ron wants to talk to you,” he lied so she’s stop being so smug.

“Probably about you, though. He needed some recovery time from seeing you snog his sister in front of a crowd,” she said with a grimace.

“I didn’t mean to, it just... happened,” he told her honestly.

Hermione patted his back. “I know.” She shot him another smug look he ignored, and she walked off.

Ginny was put on the ground. she walked to him. “They’re all crazy,” she said with a chuckle. “What did Hermione say.”

“Being entirely too smug about us,” he told her. “As if she knew before us.”

Ginny pushed up and sat on the windowsill, her feet dangling off. Her eyes landed on him, looking so brightly at him. “But she did.” The blush in her cheeks darkened. “She told me a while ago she kept catching you looking at me. I believed none of it.”

Harry turned to her, and she opened her legs so he could stand between her knees. “Me? Looking at you? That’s never happened before.”

She nodded. “Precisely.” She grinned and her hands came to his face. She kissed him softly, resulting in more cheers from the other people in the Gryffindor common room. She leaned away and glanced past him. “We’ve got to find a quieter place than this.”

“I would get my invisibility cloak, but I don’t think we can fool those two over there,” he said, nodding towards Ron and Hermione.

Ginny sighed. “Suppose we have done enough snogging for one day.”

He shook his head and smiled. “Not.” His hand came to the back of her neck and pulled her down softly. He kissed her again.

“People are watching,” she said softly, their faces barely apart.

“Don’t care,” he replied. “Need to get at least two more kisses in today.”

“Two?” she responded. Her eyes lit up. “An outrageous amount. How dare you be so indecent! Whatever shall my brother say!”

He cocked his head and shook it. She beamed and leaned in again, kissing him.

“That’s one,” she said softly, their eyes locked. “I suggest we keep the other as a goodnight kiss.” The smile dancing around her lips made him want to kiss her again.

[secretkeeper13]

May 6: Bold

Written for @hinnymicrofic

“Better put the salve on that Harry. Looks like it’ll bruise— sorry.”

Peakes stands in the doorway across from him, expression sheepish, holding a tin containing the bruise salve.

At the mention of his injury, Harry flushes, praying the reason he was hit head on by a bludger during practice wasn’t completely obvious to the rest of the team.

Because of course, the reason is Ginny— or more aptly, his inability to keep his eyes off Ginny.

“That’s alright. Glad we’ve got a beater with good aim,” he says, trying to keep his tone light, ignoring the smarting pain from the spot on his left arm where the bludger hit. “Ravenclaw won’t know what hit them.”

Peakes beams at the praise.

“Cheers.” Peakes tosses the tin of salve across to where he sits on the changing room bench.

Harry catches it in his right hand with a wave. “See you tomorrow.”

He rolls up the sleeve of his t-shirt, trying to reach around to the back side of his left arm, where he’s certain a nasty bruise is forming.

“Here, let me help.”

His head snaps up at the sound of her voice across the now-empty changing room. Ginny walks towards him from the cubicle, her long hair swept up into a ponytail, cheeks still flushed from practice.

He’s struck, yet again, by how beautiful she is.

“Thanks, but you don’t have to—“ his words die as she takes the tin from his hands and her fingers graze over his palm.

“It’ll be easier, you can hardly reach.”

Her fingers, warm and gentle, press the salve onto his bicep.

His stomach does a Wronski Feint.

“I suppose I should apologize,” she says, the corner of her lips curving upwards as her fingers make smooth circles on his arm.

He stares at her for a moment too long, tries to ignore his stomach, now doing backflips as she rubs the salve in. He knows she’s teasing, setting up a joke, but he hasn’t worked out the punchline yet.

“What for?” he replies, hoping his hair looks handsomely windswept and not like the disaster he fears it is.

“For scoring such a spectacular goal that you completely missed that bludger bearing down on you.” Her smile widens as she says it.

His laughter echoes in the empty room.

He speaks before he thinks, the words spilling out, honest— something he’s noticed happens a lot when he’s talking to Ginny.

“It wasn’t the goal I was distracted by.”

It was you. I can’t stop looking at you. I fancy you.

He doesn’t say it, his self preservation instinct kicking in. He looks up at her instead and adds with a grin, “Though it was a brilliant right hook, as usual.”

He swears that her cheeks flush, but then he’s back to staring into her eyes, warm, golden brown, shining in the light.

“Well, it couldn’t have been the snitch, because I saw it take off towards the far hoops as I passed mid pitch.” Her smirk is back, her lips full and pink.

He wants nothing more than to kiss her.

“Unless I’m just seeing things?” Her brow quirks, a challenge.

“You aren’t,” he says, heart racing, mouth dry, as close as he’s ever come to telling her how he feels.

“Well, what was it then?”

You. Just you. Always you.

She sets the tin onto the bench, and she’s closer now— close enough that he can see her long lashes and the faint dusting of freckles across her nose.

He looks straight into her eyes, decides.

This is it. This is the moment. Be bold.

He tilts his chin up towards her, moves closer, and she leans towards him, her lips slightly parted, eyes closing—

Bang! The slam of the door to the shower cubicle echoes.

They jolt apart as Ron appears, fully dressed, hair damp. “Let’s go to dinner, I’m starving.”

Harry has never loathed his best mate’s absolute shit timing more.

“Thanks for waiting,” Ron says, completely oblivious to the fact that he’s fucked Harry’s chances.

“We weren’t, you idiot.” Ginny rolls her eyes and motions to Harry’s arm and the salve tin on the bench.

“That’s going to be nasty tomorrow.” Ron winces, looking at his arm, where the salve shines over the bludger’s mark. “Harry, mate, keep your eyes up. Don’t want to miss what’s right in front of you.”

Harry looks straight at her, hopes she’ll understand.

“Don’t worry— next time, I won’t.”

[floreatcastellumposts]

Pleaseee could you write a Harry/Ginny moment while he is in hospital after his accident in to fight beside you xx

‘You should send them home,’ he said quietly. Teddy had transfigured the uncomfortable hospital chairs into two squashy sofas, crammed awkwardly into the small room, and now all the kids were sleeping on it, lying over each other like kittens.

They were the first thing he had seen when he had woken suddenly, but properly this time, rather than drifting in and out. A slight clicking to his left had made him turn - Ginny was still awake, knitting in the low light.

‘I’ve tried,’ she said. ‘They won’t. None of the Healers are bothering to ask anymore either.’

‘Silly of them,’ said Harry. ‘I’m all right.’

She tutted. ‘You drive me mad.’

He grinned, and shifted himself up with a slight groan. ‘You wouldn’t have me any other way.’ He hissed, and rubbed at his chest.

‘Sore?’

‘Just where they had to regrow it, it feels all tight and prickly - like pins and needles.’

Her exasperated smile was beautiful in the warm glow of the bedside lamp, and he couldn’t help but reach out his hand to her now that he was sitting up. She took it, and squeezed. ‘You gave us all such a fright.’

‘Sorry,’ he muttered. He looked over at the children (though they were not children now, but adults, with jobs and partners and even, for Teddy, kids of their own). ‘I feel bloody awful - their little worried faces, it killed me. How’s James doing?’

‘Oh, I think he’s suitably traumatised for life,’ she said, wryly. ‘I wasn’t worried about you - you’re always all right, really - until I saw him in the waiting room. I just thought, shit, Harry’s really on the edge again, isn’t he? He might not be all right this time.’

He grimaced. ‘It’s been a few years since I had a close call, hasn’t it?’

‘Yes, it was just like the good old days,’ she said sarcastically. She raised their linked hands and kissed his. ‘I’m so glad you’re all right.’

‘I’m glad it wasn’t James,’ he said. He closed his eyes. ‘I don’t want him in this job, I don’t want him injured like this, I don’t want him to see me injured like this. It was easier when they were little and they didn’t realise-’

‘Harry,’ she said firmly. ‘They didn’t realise at the time, but they’re not braindead. You know what Ted said to me earlier? He said he remembered when he was little and Andromeda got him out of bed and said they were going to visit you. And then he was brought to the hospital and he sat reading you a story while you were all sleepy.’

‘Yes, I remember that,’ said Harry. ‘They couldn’t figure out the curse, could they? It was all right in the end. He seemed all right.’

‘Yes, but obviously later when he was a bit older he clocked on that it meant everyone thought you were probably going to die at some point during the night,’ she said patiently. ‘Although, in fairness, I think he was the only one who ever really understood that you were mortal - I think the fact that you could die has come as quite a shock to the rest of them, but now I suppose they’ll be piecing together all those other times when they were little, and realising for themselves.’

He sighed, and looked back at them. ‘Have I fucked them all up?’

Teddy was sprawled the most, limbs everywhere, his father’s lean frame matched with his mother’s chaotic movements. His head tilted over the back of the sofa. Lily curled up like a cat alongside him, her head on his shoulder, her legs slung over his lap. James slumped over the other arm, his mouth hanging open, occasional snores jerking him. On the other sofa, Al and Scorpius lounged top to tail, Scorpius’s arms curled around Al’s legs.

‘They were never going to have an easy time of it,’ said Ginny fairly. ‘But if you hadn’t done something right, they wouldn’t all be sleeping here, would they?’

‘They deserve better,’ he said miserably.

She squeezed his hand again, and moved closer, and kissed him. ‘I wouldn’t still be here, wide awake, if you hadn’t done something right.’

He kissed her back, and raised his other hand to feel her soft hair. ‘You astound me,’ he said. ‘The amount you put up with, marrying me.’

‘I wouldn’t have you any other way,’ she whispered.

[ryanwrites05]

Nov. 15 - Run!

@hinnymicrofic

The Burrow - Summer of 1996

They hid behind the bush next to the large oak tree. It was the perfect hiding spot and vantage point.

All they had to do was wait.

“Are you sure he’s going to go for it?” she asked, not entirely convinced Ron would fall for it. I mean the string was right there. He was an idiot though, especially when good was involved.

Harry just shot her a lopsided smirk that made her stomach swoop. Or maybe it was the earthy scent that she couldn’t shake around him.

“Course, I am. He’s my best mate, but he’s never seen a pudding he didn’t like.”

She nodded - it was a fair assessment.

“Besides, I pulled this loads of times on my cousin and his gang, when they…”, but he stopped mid sentence, a crease forming between his eyes.

“When they what”, she whispered.

He just shook his head. “Nothing, forget about it. It’ll work.”

She furrowed her brow, wondering what he was going to say. But then, he shifted his weight to the other foot and his shoulder bumped up against her accidentally. He reached out a hand to grab her shoulder to steady himself - sending her an apologetic smirk. It made her heart hammer a little faster.

She liked this, being friends. Actually having a summer together. Pulling pranks. She would do anything to get his mind off of…well, Sirius and everything.

Just then the back door sprung open and Ron and Hermione came out - flirting bickering about something or what.

“Shhh,” she whispered loudly to him, smacking his arm repeatedly although neither one of them had said anything. He shot her a look that said he’s got it and her heart started racing again.

It was going to be perfect.

Ron and Hermione made straight for the pond and she couldn’t believe their luck.

Walking up, Ron caught sight of the treacle tart slice lying in wait - clearly missing the light string hooked on the plate.

“Ah, perfect,” Ron said and bent down mid argument to reach for it.

“Honestly, Ron - it could be infested with bugs. You have no idea how long it’s been there,” Hermione said. And that would have been a great idea.

She shot Harry a look and could tell by his eyes lifting that he was thinking the same. What a missed opportunity.

He shot her an appraising look and she nodded for him to go ahead. Just as Ron reached down, Harry pulled the string and the plate moved a few paces toward the pond.

Ron paused mid-grab, appraising it. “What the- did you see that?!”

Hermione rolled her eyes, already back on whatever they were flirting arguing about.

In the split second Ron looked at her, she grabbed Harry’s arm and pulled the string back more. It was closer to the pond now, right near the curve of the bank, but Ron wouldn’t notice. What with Hermione and the prospect of free pudding there for the taking.

He turned around, seemed to appraise it for a minute, before shaking his head like he was seeing things.

She and Harry were both shaking with barely contained laughter at this point.

Just a bit further…

Ron reached for the plate again and just as Ron was taking hold, Harry pulled the string again hard - the resulting surprise causing Ron to curse, lose his footing on the bank, and tumble right into the pond.

Jackpot.

He let out a howl of frustration as Hermione shrieked, finally figuring out what was happening.

Ron stood soaked in water and looked around for the culprit. “WHAT THE- WHO-“

Neither of them could help it. She and Harry were both doubled over, laughing hard.

“That’s for taking the last slice of treacle tart your Mum made me!” Harry bellowed.

Ron whirled around and caught sight of them both. “Are you serious!? You two!?” Even Hermione was laughing at this point.

Breathing heavy between laughs, a stitch starting to form in her side, she couldn’t help but double over again.

That was until she saw Ron racing out of the pond - threatening to pull them both in.

She didn’t have time to react. Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her with him. “Run!”, he bellowed.

As she took off toward the safety of the orchard with him, she thought that If there was such a thing as heaven, it would be something like this.

[startanewdream]

For @everythinghasreason, who sent me a prompt for a mini-fic, though I ignored the length a little bit. 1.6k words of Ginny and Fred talking for a DH Missing Moment, with mention of Hinny, and a bit of underage drinking (that this author does not recommend, kids).

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11. things you said when you were drunk

Firewhisky tasted horribly.

She knew it already, having sipped a shot last July before Mum took the glass away from her, but firewhisky was the only alcoholic beverage avaible at Aunt Muriel’s. And considering Ginny was currently breaking into her great-aunt alcohol cabinet (if it could be considered one with only one bottle), she guessed she couldn't complain.

Or maybe she wanted to. For someone who had been used to a high degree of mischief, misconduct and rebellion, those last few days at Aunt Muriel were the height of boredom.

"Tsch, tsch."

Her already quick-beating heart skipped a beat, but she relaxed even before turning toward the voice.

"Are you drunk, little sister?"

"I'm not drunk," Ginny replied easily, though she wasn't sure she was being truthful. It took her a while to fixate her gaze upon Fred, and even then, she couldn't be sure it wasn't George instead — and Ginny had always been proud of identifying her brothers. "I'm drinking. It's different."

Fred laughed; it had to be Fred. For all the claimed they were identical, Fred's laugh was always more high-pitched.

"I was wondering how long you'd take to figure out Aunt Muriel does not protect her cabinet against underage access."

Ginny raised the bottle. "The perks of being enclosed here."

He took the bottle from her. "You shouldn't be drinking."

"As if you and George — or any of you — didn't drink before becoming of age."

Fred smirked. "Percy didn't, though not for lack of offering from us. And, well, we had access to something that you won't."

"What?"

"A Hangover Potion. The first rule of underage drinking — any age drinking, actually — don't get drunk unless you are ready to deal with its effects."

"What difference does it make?” she asked before she could control herself, her voice bitter than the firewhisky. “So I’ll wake up with a headache. It’s not as if I have anything to do. Not locked here—”

“We are all locked—”

“You and George have your business going on.”

“Barely. It’s as if we are back to that year Mum found our stuff and threw it away, only we are not so fond of Aunt Muriel. And it’s not like it’s not hard for everyone else. Dad isn’t working anymore either. We are all waiting.”

“I wasn’t.” She breathed hard. “I was breaking the rules every day and trying to do something good in the world, trying to give people a little hope, and now— staying here and doing nothing is worse than a Cruciatus.”

His face darkened, no smile on his lips anymore. “You don’t mean that.”

Ginny shivered. “No, I don’t.” She took back the bottle. A long gulp. “I hate staying back. I can’t. Not when people are out there in danger, not—I wanted to get out of here. I almost took one of the old brooms here and went to Bill’s.”

“Ginny—”

“But I didn’t.” She closed her eyes for a moment, hating and clinging to the voice that echoed in her mind every time she thought about crossing a line that she knew was too extreme. If this was your funeral… He’ll try and get to me through you… “I broke into the broomshed, spent hours staring at the broomsticks and then went back to my friend Ogden.”

“You don’t even enjoy drinking.” Under her gaze, Fred shrugged. “It takes a while to develop the taste.”

“Well, give me a few hours with Ogden and we’ll be lovers.”

“Why would you love someone who makes you miserable?”

She couldn’t help it. A laugh escaped her lips, louder, echoing in the kitchen. It wasn’t cheerful; it sounded quite insane, and she couldn’t fault Fred for taking her bottle once more and then proceeding to give her a glass of water.

“Drink this and shut up. You don’t Mum to find out, trust me.” He waited until she drank; her mirth was gone by the last gulp of water, only misery filling her. “What’s going on?”

“Harry.”

“What…” Eyebrows raised. “You still fancy him after all?”

The unhappy laugh was at the back of her throat, but she managed to hold it back this time.

“Fancy. Funny word.”

“I thought you were over—”

“We were dating.”

If things didn’t feel so heavy inside her head, she would have congratulated herself for the expression on Fred’s face. It took a lot to surprise any of the twins.

“What? How—”

“The usual way. Holding hands, sharing meals, finding secluded corners in the library to—”

“Okay, okay, I don’t need details.” He shook his head. “How come no one in this family knows it?”

She tried to take the bottle back; he kept it away from her. “The same way I can fly well – or how I could open my soul to a sixteen-year-old young dark lord – I’m actually good at hiding things.”

“This isn’t – this is something else – how did you manage to hide something this big?”

“Ron knows. Everyone at Hogwarts knows it—”

“Ginny?”

“We broke up, okay?” There were tears shining at the corner of her eyes; she wanted to throw the bottle away, to see it smashing in thousands of sherds. Stupid firewhisky. “Harry broke up with me – said something stupid about trying to protect me and then he went off to save the world, except somehow, he’s back at my brother’s house and he – not once – he didn’t ask for me or came to see me and I hate that I can’t hate him for trying to save this fucking world!”

“Ginny—”

“Don’t.”

“What?”

“Don’t look at me like this. I’ve been getting these looks all year – poor Ginny Weasley left behind by her boyfriend –”

“You were not.”

“That’s what we sold to the Carrows.” She buried her nails in the palm of her hand. “That Harry and I had a meaningless fling, and then he left me because I had no use to him anymore.”

Used. She hated that word. She had been once used by Tom Riddle, and the idea that people believed Harry had used her was so wrong. There was nothing of Tom Riddle inside Harry.

“You know it’s not true.”

“Of course I do. We were in love.” She glared at him, daring him to question her. “He loved me.”

Her voice shook with her fierceness. Ginny knew how she sounded, like a woman who had been left behind by a lover who had promised he would return but never did; they all believed in their lovers’ promise until reality forced itself upon them.

At this point, Ginny thought she was better than those wronged by their lovers; Harry had never promised he would return.

Fred was still looking at her; there was no pity in his eyes, at least, and for this Ginny would always be grateful, would always cherish her brother.

“Then you get through this,” he said at last. “You survive this challenge of staying put, you meet Harry when this is all over and you give him your peace of mind, so he understands he won’t ever get to let you alone and then you snog him senseless until he gets it in his thick head — only make sure none of your brothers are around to see it.”

Ginny snorted. “I don’t even know if he will still want to be with me when this is over.”

“Look, Harry may be a specky, scrawny git, but he’s not stupid. He will get around – and if not, any of your six brothers are willing to hex him in your honour.”

“You do realise the only way we will be back together is after Harry does his noble heroic thing and defeat You-Know-Who, right? Are you sure you want to jinx the wizarding world saviour?”

“In times like these, little sis, I always question myself: Why would Ginny do?”

She laughed; it was a warmer laugh than she had let out in a while, and it felt relieving to know she still could laugh like that.

“Something reckless, probably.”

“We taught you all the right lessons.” Fred winked at her. “There’s something you can do right now – help us get Potterwatch back. We haven’t figured out yet how to bend the charm around all the protective enchantments around this place.”

“And you – who once rat me to Mum, very unbrotherly – will just let me cast underage magic?”

“I’m letting you drink, Red.”

“Red?”

“You will need a codename as well.”

“And the best you can give me is Red?”

“Tell you what, you decipher the spell, you decide your name.”

Ginny grinned. “Deal. When do we start?”

“As soon as you are sober. If I’m letting my young underage sister cast spells, I’d rather she doesn’t misfire her wand.”

Ginny glared at Fred; he threw her an innocent look, but she rather thought he had just given her an assignment that would keep her from drinking for some time. It was rather clever of him, and Ginny would concede defeat when she had to.

“I’m gonna sleep then.”

“Try to disguise how miserable you are going to wake up tomorrow morning.”

“Prat.”

“A very smart prat, yeah. Drink water. Lots of it.”

“Sure, sure.”

She was at the door when he called her back. “Ginny… don’t lose hope. We’ll get through this.”

“I know,” she answered him. It was a lie – no one could know what would unfold in the future – but she had learned something with the twins a long time ago and Ginny had tried to live by it. She just had to had enough nerve.

[startanewdream]

What are the parallels between Jily and hinny( similarities and differences)?

Hey! I know this wasn't a prompt, but I felt that there were already so many good insightful essays about their parallels and I couldn't add more. So instead I went... creative. I hope those 4k words down here make sense:

*-*-*-*-*

i.  the setting sun

“Oh, are you starting at Hogwarts this year?”

The worst part is that Ginny knows what she would like to answer him.

Hi, Harry. Yes, I’m starting Hogwarts this year. I can’t wait to see the castle, meet the ghosts, start classes, and lfinally earn to do magic! You could give me a tour, tell me about your favourite spots at Hogwarts.

However, the words get stuck in her mouth, her tongue absolutely refusing to form any coherent sound. Warmth spreads through her body, her face in flames; her body twitches, fighting an urge to just run away, and then her elbow is in the butter dish.

*-*-*-*-*

There’s something about Evans.

James isn’t sure why the mistery about her attracts him so much, and yet he simply can’t ignore it. His eyes seem drawn to her figure – he always looks for her first when entering a classroom, he changes direction so he can sit closer to her in the Common Room.

And he doesn’t think she has even noticed his curiosity, until, one day, she turns to him from the next couch and asks plainly: “Do you have a problem with me?”

There are many fun ways to answer this, but under her gaze, James realises he can’t form any sentence. He can only stare and she knows she is staring and that makes him feel self-conscious. Everyone seems to be looking at him, waiting for James Potter’s witty hilarious answer, and the room is now suddenly warm.

“James—” Sirius’ voice is amused. “Are you blushing?”

ii. get on with your life. relax a bit.

There are tears at the corner of her eyes, but Ginny can’t tell if they are from anger or shame.

“And then, that stupid git of my brother told Harry he could go with me!”

Hermione grimaces. “Ron is not the most tactful person. What did you say?”

“I just said I was already going with Neville… Ugh, the kind of answers I could have give him—”

“Why didn’t you?”

Ginny looks away. “It’s just—Harry was there, and the situation was already too awkward, so I just left afterwards.”

“Hum.”

“What?”

“Do you ever think that Harry might take more notice of you if you—”

“Didn’t become a mute reddish freaky in front of him? All the time.”

“I was going to say if you move on, actually.” Hermione fidgets with her hands. “You know, let go of your—your crush—on him, go on with your life, maybe meet someone else, just be yourself. Give Ron the snarky answer he deserves when he’s obnoxious.”

“And this would make Harry—what? Realise he has deeply hidden feelings for me?”

“I don’t know that, but it would make him realise that he wants to be your friend at least. Your sassy humour is just the kind of thing Harry appreciates, only he never gets to see this side of you.”

“Oh.”

“Just think about it.”

*-*-*-*-*

James can’t help it. It’s his eyes’ fault; for someone who is practically blind without glasses, his eyes work just fine when it comes to noticing Lily Evans’ presence, and then his body reacts at once. Heart racing, cheeks in flame, hand flying to mess his hair, chest puffed out, and his voice becomes louder, smoother.

“They will confirm in the old records, but McGonagall assured me in private that I hold the record for most goals scored in one season—what do you think about it, Evans?”

Evans blinks. She raises her eyes from the book she’s reading, and then she does a double-take as if she is noticing everything about him; only she never seems pleased with what she is seeing.

“About what?”

“My record for most goals scored in one season. I heard there will be even a trophy.”

“A heavy one to match the size of your ego, I expect.”

And then she shakes her head, moving on to see closer to her friends. James sighs heavily.

In front of him, Remus bites his lips, watching him before saying in a very wary voice: “James—do you ever think that maybe this isn’t the best approach?”

“What? What approach? I wasn’t—”

“I mean, if I wanted to engage in a conversation with Lily, maybe Quidditch wouldn’t be the first topic.”

“But Quidditch is the best topic in the world!”

“Except… this wasn’t about Quidditch, but about you.” Remus looks to be regretting even starting this conversation. “Never mind, I—”

“What should I talk about with her? Because everything I try…” He shuts his voice. James hates showing any kind of despair, and yet Lily Evans manages to make him doubt himself every time.

“Well… she was holding a Transfiguration textbook, so instead of talking about your record—which is great, sure, we’re all happy for you and you deserve it—, maybe you could have offered to help her with her studies. Maybe relax a bit more around her so you don’t act all—all—”

“Desperate in love with a girl who hates me?”

“Sirius says she doesn’t. But, yes, less desperate. Maybe actually act like a friend. Talk to her as if you were a decent human being. She might take a bit more notice of you if you weren’t trying so much.” Remus shakes his head. “I know I’m not the best one to give relationship advice, but… just consider it, okay?”

iii. a strange twinge of annoyance

The Common Room is buzzy with the talk; Ron and Hermione invite him to dinner, and Harry denies it, ignoring the looks of concern they share, keeping his stare deeply in the embers of the fireplace as his mind pounders over the same trouble. It must be Malfoy’s fault, that is the only explanation…

And then a wave of a flowery scent suddenly drives away any concern from his mind, and Harry knows who just sat next to him even before he turns towards her.

“Hi, Ginny.”

“Hey.” She gives him a restrained smile due to the circumstances. “I heard what happened. Is Katie—”

“She is stable for now.”

“Thank goodness. Merlin, what an awful thing…”

She closes her eyes and presses her temple, distressed. Harry’s eyes move over her figure; Ginny is still wearing gloves, cloak and scarf, and her hair is all windswept, strands escaping her ponytail as if she had just been flying. It creates a rather charming effect.

“Did you just come back?”

“Yeah, we were strolling around the village, it took a while until we heard the news.”

“We—”

“Dean and I.” Ginny rolls her eyes. “He wanted to visit the Shrieking Shack, and it was so distant.”

For a moment, Harry’s mind plays a trick on him, and then he is seeing himself and Ginny by the fence over the Shrieking Shack, only neither is watching the building. Instead, they are looking at each other, and strands of Ginny’s flaming hair are whipping her face, so Harry puts her hair behind her ears, closes the gap between them and then—

“Then Seamus, Dean and Parvati showed up, and it was only when we got back to the Three Broomsticks that we heard what happened,” Ginny finishes, shattering the vision in Harry’s mind. He blinks furiously. “Are you okay?”

“I—yeah, sure.”

“Okay.” She doesn’t look as if she believes him. “Have you had dinner yet?”

“No, I’m not hungry.”

Again, Ginny throws him a disbelieving look, but what she says is: “I don’t want a full dinner either—how about we sneak off to the kitchens and grab a sandwich?”

Something inside him stirs approvingly at this, but then Harry suddenly remembers all the invitations he has made to Ginny lately and she refused, much to his discontentment, and much unlikely all the time they would spend together in the summer. “What about Dean?”

“He went to dinner.” She shrugs. “I’ve spent all day with him already, he can live a few hours without me.”

The thought of Dean alone makes him feel strangely satisfied, but Harry pushes this thought away, standing up, all troubles suddenly gone. “Sure.”

*-*-*-*-*

James lets out a heavy sigh as he throws himself next to her on the couch; his eyes are closed and he is pinching the bridge of his nose, looking so comically tired, that Lily can’t help her giggle.

“Oh, enjoying my misery, are you?” He asks without even looking at her.

“Your misery is mine as well, remember?” She nudges his shoulder. “I had the same week as you.”

“We are never again planning a Halloween Feast and a Hogsmeade trip in the same weekend. What a stupid idea.”

“I told you, and what did you say?” She deepens her voice, in a loose imitation of his. “Come on, Evans, it will be a challenge! We will have so much fun!”

“Evans, Evans.” He opens his eyes; Lily’s breath catches for a moment. There’s something very enticing in the way his eyes blend green and gold, almost like a kaleidoscope that demands her attention. “I’m the reckless one in this relationship. You are supposed to be the voice of the reason.”

Lily looks away. Lately, the voices in her head haven’t sound reasonable at all.

“Everything worked out in the end,” she says. “Our feast was a success.”

“Best Halloween feast ever, according to a very trustable survey.”

“How many people did you interview?”

“Hum. Four.”

“You and your friends are hardly trustable.”

“You hurt my feelngs, Evans. And for your information, it wasn’t just my friends. It was only Peter—and three First Years.”

Lily grins; that seems to be a common reaction in James’ presence lately. “Peter who never disagrees with you, and First Years who never saw any other feast?”

“The survey is closed, Evans, you can’t question it anymore.”

“Too bad, because if I could give my opinion, I would agree it was the best feast ever.” She can feel James’ gaze on her, but Lily keeps staring at her hands. “You were a good partner, Head Boy.”

There is a short moment of silence. “You were not bad yourself, Head Girl,” he says, voice very softly, as if he too can remember every moment they spent together this week. And then he stands up. “Well, at least now it’s over we will get normal hours of sleep again. No more staying out together late in the night.”

Something itches inside Lily, but she can’t find the right spot. She forces a smile now. “Well, at least Sirius will stop complaining I’ve stolen you.”

James laughs. He nods at her, and then he is gone. The Common Room feels colder now, strangely empty; Lily’s mind keeps replaying all the nights they’ve shared this past week, trying to finish every detail of the Halloween feast while also making sure the trip to Hogsmeade would happen without any problem, while also keeping with all their other obligations.

It had been tiring, consuming, and yet she hadn’t felt miserable at any moment, as if with James she thought anything was possible indeed. She accepted the challenge only because he would be involved—and now they were back to their regular schedule, James with his friends, not a constant presence by her side anymore…

She buries her nails into the palm of her hand and goes up to her dormitory.

iv. in a bit of a dilemma

Harry can’t take his eyes off Ginny.

It should be a normal thing to do, since he’s the captain of the Quidditch team, they are practicing right now, and he should be noticing the way Ginny is flying—even though she isn’t holding the quaffle, even though he’s been standing still for over a minute now, and that’s a dangerous thing to do in the Quidditch field—

He hears the swooping sound of the bludger but he is too late; the bludger hits his side, and he tries to not wince in pain.

“Sorry, Harry!” cries Jimmy at him, though he is not to be blamed at all. “I thought you had seen it!”

“Distracted, Harry?” Ginny asks, flying closer to him. There’s a smirk on her lips that he would very much like to kiss away. “Don’t you have something to do?”

Ask her out. Yeah, that’s the main obligation on Harry’s to-do list and yet he can’t find the right moment. Somehow, fifty feet above the ground, with deadly balls floating around them, doesn’t seem the perfect scenario.

“If you don’t do it, I will have to do it myself,” adds Ginny. Her eyes are sparkling, and she is moving even closer. His heart pumps furiously on his chest.

“You will?”

She spins her broom suddenly, almost hitting him, and then her laugh fills the night. “Here, Seeker.” She shows him the fluttering Snitch, safe in her hands. “It was just next to you, how didn’t you notice it?”

“I wasn’t paying attention to the Snitch.”

“You should, it’s worth 150 points.” Her gaze remains on him as she gives him back the Snitch, their hands brushing together. “You don’t wanna miss your chance, do you?”

And Ginny winks at him before drifting away.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*

James is laughing and somehow, even with all the sounds of conversations and jokes and music around them, Lily can hear it.

It’s a nice laugh, happy, joyful; dimples appear at the corner of his lips—lips that have been a constant presence in Lily’s dreams—, his eyes wrinkle and Lily wants to join this. She wants to take the ten steps that separate them from each other, push all those people out of her way and then—

Then what? She can never decide. Snog him in front of everyone? Ask him out? Ask him to ask her out? Just engage in a conversation with him and keep all her urges to herself?

Except this one is all she has been doing for a couple of months now, and it doesn’t seem to be helping at all. If anything, it’s making all the other urges just increase, in a fight that will probably end up with Lily Evans doing something very reckless and stupid. And that was James’ style, not hers.

If only he’d ask her out once again… or maybe he isn’t because he is not interested anymore… All these doubts are not helpful at all, and neither is his presence; when Lily blinks, she finds James in front of her, offering her a bottle of butterbeer.

“We can’t have anyone not drinking, Evans,” he tells her, with a wink that races her heart. “I would be a lousy Quidditch captain if I wasn’t making sure everyone is celebrating our victory.”

“I’m celebrating.” She raises her Gryffindor flag. “See? Go, go, Gryffindor!”

James chuckles. Lily’s life would be easier if the sound didn’t reverberate inside her.

“Good game, James.”

He beams at her. “It was, wasn’t it?” He looks around. “Did you see how Hestia avoided all those bludgers? I’ve never seen anyone catch the Snitch so fast as Dylan! And Mark and Gwendolyn seemed to be reading each other’s thoughts, the Slytherins couldn’t grab the quaffle from them at all—”

“Watch out,” she says playfully. “Your record will be broken.”

James shrugs. “That’s the thing about records, right? Someone will always break them. It’s just an incentive to be even better.” His hand suddenly flies to his hair. “What?”

“Nothing.” She lowers her head, knowing that she had been staring at James too intensely. “You’ve just really grown, that’s all.”

“Oh.” He hesitates for a moment. “Is this a good thing?”

Lily looks back at him; James’ hazel eyes are sparkling behind the lens of his glasses, and she is aware of the small distance between them, of how close they are, and how James doesn’t seem opposed to it.

She smiles. “Yeah, it’s a very good thing.”

There’s a smile on his lips full of secrets she wants to unveil. “I’ve changed—only not about everything, Evans.”

She can only hope so.

v. and without thinking, without planning it…

Kissing Harry feels… right.

In a moment Ginny is noticing everything; the smell of butterbeer in the party, the cheer of the crowd, the wings of the Snitch fluttering in her hand, the way Harry’s eyes are sparkling with determination, the warmth of his hands as he pulls her closer and the softness of his lips as he closes the gap between them.

And then there’s nothing else but Harry and Ginny, as if they are the last people strand in a desert island in a quiet sea, neither willing to leave their santuary. 

It’s an illusion that’s quickly shattered as they break apart, the room erupting in giggles and cries and wolf-whistles, but as she accepts Harry’s hand and follows him outside the portrait, she couldn’t care less about their audience.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Kissing James at the back of the Three Broomsticks feels reckless, and that’s something so appropriate for him that Lily can’t help but smile, their teeth crashing for a moment.

James breaks away, watching her with a dazed expression. “Are you laughing at me, Evans?”

“No.” She brushes her lips against his, unable to stand apart. “I’m just happy.”

“Good, because I’m happy also. Thrilled. Overjoyed. Sparkling.” He pounds each word with a kiss; her cheek; the corner of her lips; her neck.

Her heart beats loudly on her chest. “Shouldn’t we come back inside?”

“Nah.” Another kiss; she is short of breath by the time they break apart. “I think I’ll keep this moment just for the two of us.”

vi. happily oblivious

“I heard her brother acused him of betrayal.”

“I heard they were the reason she broke up with her boyfriend — they’ve been secretly together for months now!”

“I thought he still had a thing for Chang.”

“No, she broke up with because Potter was dating Granger.”

“And now he’s dating Weasley? That’s so messy.”

“Yeah, I always thought Potter would date the other Weasley… Oh, shut it, they are heading here.”

But the happy couple walks past their bench without turning around.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*

“Oh, I can’t believe they are finally a thing.”

“How dense are you, Wormtail? They’ve been making eyes at each other for months now.”

“They are together for months?”

“No.” A chuckle. “I don’t think Prongs would have managed to keep it a secret. Look at him.”

“Yeah, yeah, our dear Prongs is glowing. Who knew that a bit of snogging was all he needed?”

“Not any snog. He’s too smitten with Lily.”

“How adorable—hey, do you think he’ll notice it if we borrow his Cloak?”

“Normally yes, but…” Remus glances at the couple laughing over a Potions essay, oblivious to their discussion. “I’m sure James won’t mind today.”

vii. best source of comfort

The days following Dumbledore’s death are one of the most beautiful days Harry has ever lived at Hogwarts. Everything seems at peace, as if time is suspended; the sun shines high, the afternoons are warm, birds sing in the trees.

It’s so easy to imagine the other version of himself, the one without any scar, without the weight of the world on his shoulders. The one who’s enjoying the end of the exams with the promise of a happy long summer ahead, instead of dreading his future, instead of mustering courage to end the one thing that had made him the happiest he has ever been—

He glances at Ginny at his side; his heart misses a beat. Ginny looks beautiful, wearing her Hogwarts robes, the skirt rose up to the middle of her tights to enjoy the sunlight over her fair skin; her head is thrown back as if she wants every bit of her skin to absord the warmth; the wind waves her hair; her eyes are honey pools in this light, the pupil barely visible.

She feels his gaze, turning to look at him; for a moment Harry fears she will ask him what he was thinking, that she will realise what he’s been postponing all these days. But all Ginny does is extend her hand to him, and Harry accepts it, lets her pull him closer until his head is over her lap.

She stays quiet as she brushes his hair, messing it, taking his fringe out of his forehead. Harry lets her, because when he is with Ginny, he never spares any thought to the lightning-bolt scar marking his skin.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*

The days following his graduation are nothing like James imagined before. No rush to find a nice place for him and his friends at London; no invitation from major Quidditch teams for him to join them; no nights celebrating their new found freedom.

Instead, only one week after finishing his education, James finds himself at St. Mungo’s, waiting for Sirius to wake up from a curse that he never saw coming; or maybe Sirius did and ignored its potential anyway. That would be what James would have done, too certain nothing could kill him.

And why should anything kill him? He is barely eighteen. He was great at school, why wouldn’t he also great out here, in real life? Who is to say he will be killed in this stupid war — and yet it’s been two days and Sirius hasn’t woken up yet and Sirius would never let anything stand between himself and his life, his friends…

“James.” Lily’s voice breaks through the darkness surrounding him. He looks at her, knelt in front of him, offering him a cup of tea that he accepts without feeling its heat. But when Lily holds his face, when her eyes demand his full attention, and when she places a soft kiss on his lips, he feels her warmth, her light.

Something to keep him going. The reason he is fighting for. The reason he has to live for.

“Everything is gonna be okay,” she promises, and James believes in her.

viii. and the feel of her lips on his—

There’s a light breeze that seems to come out of nowhere, bringing it with him a soft scent that Ginny would recognize until her last breath. Harry’s scent, faint but still lingering.

She glances around, squinting her eyes against the darkness of the grounds, but there’s no movement. Harry isn’t there; he’s probably inside of the castle with Ron and Hermione, planning the next move, trying to push away any guilt he must be feeling — and she knows he does — until this battle is won And then Harry will sink into his guilt, will think everything is his fault to blame, and he will say he would give up his life if that meant saving those who are gone—

And Harry would mean it from the bottom of his heart.

Uneasiness fills her. She glances again towards the forest, frowning, thinking; Harry wouldn’t really sacrifice himself, would he? He must know that this would not end the war, it would not make Voldemort stop neither would make them give up. He has to know that as much as she loves him, this goes beyond him…

Except he doesn’t know she loves him. Ginny never told him.

She closes her eyes for a moment, one hand supporting herself against a column of the castle, and the other touching her lips. It’s been months since her last kiss with Harry, and still she recalls that moment, how close they had been in those short few seconds, how she poured a part of her soul into that kiss and how, instead of breaking her apart as the diary made her feel, it had fulfilled her.

Where Tom Riddle had brought her only misery, Harry was happiness and sunlit days and the promise of the morning come.

Her gaze strays one last time to the forest before she enters the castle. Harry will be fine, she has to believe in this.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*

“The first time we kissed. No, the moment you accepted to marry me. Wait, when we actually married and Sirius was weeping, I thought I was going to faint and you—you looked amazing.”

Lily shifts in bed to look at him.

“What?”

“I was thinking—just something Sirius said. Never mind.”

“Go on, James.”

He holds her hand, massaging her knuckles. “That time he almost died… he said he saw his life flashing before his eyes. My—my dad used to say the same thing. About your last thought before dying.”

Her chest feels heavy. “Don’t—”

“I’m not trying to be a pessimist,” he assures her. “But if I die tomorrow or in one hundred years… you would still be my last thought.” He caresses her face, eyes boring into hers as if he could look at her for a long time and never tire of it. “I love you.”

“I—” But her breath catches; James pulls her closer, burying her into his chest, pressing his lips to his forehead and Lily almost wishes she could live in this moment forever. “I have something to tell you.” She presses his hand. “I’m pregnant.”

All sorts of emotions shine through his face; disbelief, panic, numbness, more fear, until James’ smiling, beaming at her, despite everything, and this is all what Lily needs right now. With James everything seems possible.

She saves the memory of his smile in her heart; that would be a worthy last thought.

ix. all is well

The potion glows blue. Neither Ginny or Harry were the best potion makers in school but after their first attempt, all with the same results, there’s only one conclusion.

“I’m pregnant,” Ginny says, and somehow hearing her say it finally makes all of this turn into something real. Her hand touches her flat belly. “We are expecting.”

He hears the amazement in her voice, and that brings him a relief Harry didn’t know he needed. Having a kid had always been part of their plans, but with their careers and the calming notion they don’t have to rush anything, those plans had always seemed to belong into a distant future.

Except this future just became the present.

“I—” There aren’t enough words to explain how happy he feels at this moment, but luckily Ginny always seemed to understand him even when Harry couldn’t express it. She opens her arms, and he spins her around her until everything he feels floods into touches and kisses and still doesn’t seem enough. He loves her. He loves them together.

Later, laying in bed, his hand caressing her belly, he asks: “Is it too soon to think about setting up a room? Buying clothes? Ask for a break at work?”

Ginny laughs. “It might. Let’s see how far along I’m first, then we figure everything else.”

Harry nods. “And about names—”

“Oh, no.” She kisses him softly. “We already know what he or she will be called, Harry.” She closes her eyes. “It’s only fitting.”

[fizzyginfizz]

Found

For @hinnymicrofic Prompt 15 - found

He found her just after dawn, precariously perched upon the remains of a crumbled wall that had stood stalwart against a volley of bombarda spells only to crack beneath the single blow of a giant’s club. 

Face uplifted, Ginny stood witness to a different kind of battle as it played across the sky: watching, waiting as the first rays of the sun struggled to press through the resistant Scottish clouds. 

Only yesterday, Harry had imagined he would never smile again.  Yet, an embryonic spark of amusement, of marvel, of wonder lifted the corner of his mouth as he watched Ginny face the morning with the sort of resigned Gryffindor stupid-bravery that dared to ask, “what are you going to throw at me today?”

His future.

A lightning bolt flashing across a stormy sky couldn’t have been more illuminating than the thought that slammed into his soul, as Ginny shut her dry eyes, and waited.  A day later her hair was still covered in the dust of battle, no sunshine or fire to reflect its warmth- but the embers refused to die out, a glowing beacon that invited him closer to a truth, a love, a future.

He had a future, but he hadn’t found it on a crumbling wall after years of loss and grief and despair.

It had been laughing and crying and waving as a train carried him off to magic castles.  Bright, curious brown eyes peeking around a doorway.

Had she known then?  Had she, years before he found the truth rising above rubble, had she known she was peeking at the face of her own future?

Harry hadn’t realized he stepped closer until he heard the crunch of rubble. Ginny twisted, unsurprised, her eyes flickering from the top of his head down to his trainers. They used to be white, now worn to a filthy oatmeal color speckled with mud from varied terrain across Britain, a map of his journey home to her.

“Found you,” he whispered.

[ladyknightleyisundercover]

Nineteen

I wanted to write something about Harry’s birthday, and ended up writing mostly about Ginny. Oh, well.

She caught her own eye in the mirror above the sink whilst drying her hands, and couldn’t help but grin. The curls in her hair were softer and looser now she’d slept in them, and there were black smudges underneath her eyes where her painstakingly applied eyeliner and mascara had run, but apart from this, she looked good. She peered closer at her reflection as she leaned in, gently wiping underneath her eyes with a fingertip, and realised what it was that made her look so good. The fullness of her lips, the sparkle in her eyes, the permanent flush on her cheeks—she was happy. That was it.

She stepped backwards, deciding to leave the repair job on her eye makeup for now. It wouldn’t do much anyway—she was still wearing last night’s dress, which was rumpled and creased from having been slept in—and she was sure that everyone else would look much worse, when they eventually woke. Besides, none of them would judge her—at least not for her dishevelled appearance. She had a vague memory of overacting her way through a cheesy Celestina Warbeck song last night, pouting and writhing in Harry’s direction whilst everyone roared with laughter, especially once Dean and Seamus joined in as her back up dancers, and if they chose to judge her for her singing instead, well. She couldn’t blame them. She had many talents, but she was utterly tone deaf.

Not that it mattered. After Percy—many shots of Firewhiskey down—had announced that he was going to do a punk reinterpretation of the Hobgoblins’ old hit (I May Not Be A Seeker But) Baby I’ll Catch Your Snitch, anyone else’s karaoke performances would have been considered an aural treat. Even she had had no idea her brother had such a range.

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[narukoibito]

Prompt 1

Prompt 1: A leaning in to kiss B, then pulling away but B tugs them back in and kisses them hard

It was possible that Harry had had a little touch too much to drink, but it was also possible that the warm, glowing feeling inside him was because of the surprisingly pleasant music in the pub that had him swaying a bit back and forth. There was something about the music tonight that made him realize that he really didn't spend enough time appreciating the musical arts.

Not much time, he supposed, between the Dursleys refusal to buy him an instrument (waste of money) and being pursued by dark wizards (Voldemort). For some reason, this combination made him think of snake-faced Voldemort practicing the tuba. He let out a little laugh that sounded a bit like a giggle, but he must be imagining things.

Ginny, who had been saying brilliant things to Hermione, glanced at him with an amused smile, but turned back to her conversation.

She was really good at that, talking. Using her words and being entertaining.

Harry leaned in, intent on listening to her words.

It was inevitable, perhaps, that in his earnestness to listen to her brilliance, his eyes seemed to fall and focus on her lips.

They really were very pretty lips. The prettiest lips he had ever seen, and he had seen plenty of lips.

It was the way her lips were so expressive, curving just enough to hint as mischief without giving it away, like a secret only between the two of them. The way they stretched across her face when she laughed or beamed, so genuine and true. The rosy hue... the temptation when her tongue dipped out to wet them... the freckles on her face that seemed to lead him straight to...

"Ugh."

Harry jerked back, his eyes glancing over guiltily at Ron, who was staring at him with a look of open disgust. "What? I wasn't—"

Wasn't what? Dangerously close to kissing her?

"Mate." Ron's voice was deadpan, like he knew exactly what Harry had been thinking.

"What is it you have a problem with?" Ginny bristled. "This?"

She turned toward Harry, and god she had that blazing look in her eyes that, coupled with her flushed cheeks and flaming hair, would have made Harry a goner just then if he weren't already madly in love. Her hands gripped the front of his robes and tugged hard. His face naturally and willingly fell towards her, his hands reaching for her face, and then she was kissing him the way he hadn't even realized how badly he had needed until that very moment.

There was nothing but Ginny, liquid sunshine pouring into this system. Whatever thought processes he had been struggling with before were officially obliterated. He made what was probably an embarrassing noise, but he could hardly care or notice with her pulling him closer, as if he belonged here with her more than anywhere else.

After what seemed to feel like days or a short but satisfying lifetime, they so regrettably part (who needs to breathe when they could kiss Ginny instead?), and he slowly began to register what might be chips being pelted at him and noises of disgust across the table.

"Not on Wednesday pub night!" Ron shouted, bouncing a well-aimed chip against Harry's glasses.

"Ron, they've been married for years," Hermione cut in.

"Sorry mate," Harry said, not feeling the least bit sorry as he beamed at Ginny. She smiled back in response, before turning to yell at Ron some more.

Harry settled back into the booth, his fingers drumming to the music.

All was well.

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[startanewdream]

Hinny Oneshots (in order!)

* Not necessarily in the same "universe"

HBP

You bask in the sun like a house cat | Perseids | Prefect | Summer Rain | Overanalyze | “Mum thinks I'm dating you" |  “I’m too sober for this” / “You don’t even drink” | Shoelace | Valentine’s Plans  | To make it better | Private practice | Chocolate (in the common room) | Harry's best smile | How did you not realize we’ve been dating for over a year now? | Slug Club Daydream | Wish I'd left it there  | “People are talking about us” | After the kiss | Goodnight kiss | Getting caught in the act | In the dark (of a broom closet) | Pareidolia | Ducks! | Come fly with me | Lil cute kiss on the forehead | Divination | Nightmares | Goodbye kiss

DH

“Zip me up, will you?” | Dance | Into her sleep (Rated M) | Things you said while you were drunk

Post-Hogwarts

Summer after the war: Hold me close | Love | Comfortable kiss | First I love you + I'm so lucky to be able to live this life with you | Summer date | “I thought it was obvious, I’m in love with you” |

Year 8: "I love you. Ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?" |

Pre-engagement: Holyhead Harpies' locker room | Family of two

Engagement/Married life: Golden | You are speaking about my future husband | I did something bad | “Harry and Ginny go on a break, but Harry gets jealous” | You are not wearing any underwear, are you? | Harry is sick | Cuddle | Ginny x Dursleys | Snuffles

Across the years

Brave Enough

Make this go on forever

A new beginning

A tale of four seasons

[startanewdream]

Reblogging because it's finally updated (all updates are in purple, yes, it has been that long since I've done it).

[hinnyweasley]

HBP masterlist

Okay guys I finally went through my 200+ bookmarks on ao3 and picked every HBP fic rec I had! I’ll likely do this with other categories (post war, smut, etc.) as well but for now, enjoy:

Everything I Wanted

Distraction

Hanging by a Moment

Ginny Weasley and the Green-Eyed Monster (canon divergence)

Sunlit Days

Aftertaste

Good Practice

Doodles of Doom

Harry’s Happiest Christmas (nsfw) (canon divergence)

Several Sunlit Days

All the Little Pieces

Oblivious

Kilig

Esgatinyar-se

Can I Just Touch Her?

The Next Day

Late Night Discussions

Better Than Firewhiskey

Chest Bludger

What’s That Smell?

I’m Sorry Too

The Pearl

Among The Loneliest Places

Missing Moment- Four in the Dorm

Chocolate (in the Common Room)

Merely Beardly

Torch

Scraping the Skies With Our Fingertips

Wannabe

Fantasies (nsfw)

Of Chest Monsters and More

The Life and Soul of the Team

Extremely Non-Platonically

Implied

At A Time

Crush

Acceptance

Good Together

The In Betweens (6th year)

Did You Expect This to Turn Out Better?

Hermione gets the Details of Harry’s Particularly Happy Hour Spent Down by the Lake with Ginny at Lunch Time

Losing All My Cool

Reckless, Even

Vocabulary Lessons

Summer Rain

Overprotective

A Perfectly Good Heart

Dear Jealousy

In My Dreams

Just Harry

Talking Is Hard

I Go On Too Many Dates (It’s Miserable and Magical)

Helpless 

Think/ Hope

Like Passing Notes In Secrecy

He Wasn’t Sure Why

This Collapsing Night

Basorexia

For The Team

Someone Like Harry

Halloween Monster

Twenty-Two Days

Changing Tides

Noticing

I don’t know if you guys can tell but I really like HBP haha

[fizzyginfizz]

Someone's Mum

For @hinnymicrofic -Day 20 "Mom"

The poster unfurled, a Quidditch star winked with sass and smile

“Lucky him,” they’d say in passing

She never cared what they said

But Albus was two and he didn’t speak

“Are you miserable?” Words raw, a fear hidden, only uttered under the blanket of night.

“No,” she dared whisper, a confession in the dark. “When I’m there, I’m thinking about here. When I’m here, I’m thinking about there. Not miserable… mediocre. I never half-arsed anything that mattered and now I’m mediocre.”

Her fingers sought his, tangled in sheets.

“I catch a Quaffle and I miss the boys and I miss the hoop and I’m not crushed because my dream has become just another day with another Quaffle and another hoop and another number on another board and I miss miss miss when it mattered.”

Who was she without it?

Someone’s mum

James turned the page

another and another and another

“Again!”

another and another and another

“And down once more, but not so fast- “ *

Her shoulder needed to be iced

“They’re on their way to bed at last- “

How many times did they have to hear this story?

“The day is done they say goodnight- “

How many times would they want to?

“And somebody turns off the light- “

How many nights until they were too old

and she would

miss miss miss when it mattered

“The moon is high- “

Albus was two and still didn’t speak

“The sea is deep- “

Thumb in mouth, his green eyes followed her finger tracing the words

“They rock- “

James nestled closer, elbow jabbing the Bludger-sized bruise on her hip

“And rock- “

It hurt

Her finger trembled as it traced

“And rock- “

Albus, two, not talking, lifted enormous green eyes to hers

“To sleep- “

Green eyes that spoke sonnets

His Mum

He grinned

She was the center of his world

“What can I do?” Never one for words, he had long ago learned to ask. “What can I say?”

Sheets rustled as their fingers laced.

“What will you see, Harry?” She muttered. “I know what everyone else will see and I’ll pretend it won’t matter. But what will you see when you look at me?”

He rolled on top of her, cupping her face between his hands.

“The woman who bat-bogeys reporters and fought in a war and loves so fiercely her heart swells and splits and bleeds.”

Soft kisses to chin, cheek, eyelid.

“The effortlessly funny companion who can commentate two snails crossing the porch and have us all cheering the one with the hilariously tragic backstory.”

He lowered his forehead to hers.

“The girl who wrote in the diary who married the boy who slept in a cupboard. Neither of them have anything to prove, Gin.”

A tear escaped, rolling into her hairline.

“A Mum?”

She dared to whisper, a confession in the dark.

Irrelevant to the world

The world to three

“I’ll see you, Ginny. And I will love you until my last breath.”

The day was done, the edges curled

The Quidditch star winked as the poster furled

*Excerpt from “The Going to Bed Book” by Sandra Boynton

[seriouslysam8]

i encountered the worst fanfic today 😭

i was trying to find a good hinny ff (i swear i’ve read all the well written completed ones it’s devastating) and i came across this one and it’s whole premise was just ?? it was like 5k words but it was pretty much just saying that harry would always prioritise the golden trio over ginny (even after they get married) and that he’ll always love them more and share a more special bond w them and trust them more.

and it was like watching a train wreck i just couldn’t stop and i was slowly getting more and more horrified. AND THEN ?? There was this closing scene where ron is in St Mungos after an auror mission and so hinny stay at hermiones to comfort her and ginny wakes up through the night to find harry hugging hermione in the other bed to ‘comfort’ her bc she needs it more and golden trio have a special bond blah blah and ginny just… accepted it ? like i swear there was a line that was like “she knew that they’d always come first and she understood that” ??????

and i’m just baffled i had to go read a trust hinny fic to clear my mind of that. there’s not a single universe where that is ever a premise that exists. harry is so in love w ginny, she was his last thought, and there are still somehow people out there that think he’d treat her like that ?

Yeah, that's not my cup of tea.

There's just something that changes within you when you get married and especially once you start having kids with someone. I can't describe it. But it's like you just become very content in your little bubble with your partner and your children. I can definitely see Harry, especially once he forms that solid family unit with Ginny, where he's just in complete and utter bliss with her. He would legit die for them time and time again. He would do anything for them and they would always, always come first.

Ron will always hold a special place in Harry's heart. Ron, after all, gave him a family and introduced him to his soul mate. He would do anything for Ron. I think he would die for Ron as well. But if Ron went completely insane said, "It's me or it's your wife." Harry would chose Ginny every single time. If Ron and Ginny were both hurt and in the hospital, he'd be by Ginny's bedside holding her hand and yelling at people to give him an update on Ron.

Ginny is Harry's greatest form of comfort. I know people hate when I say this and no you don't need to send me a bunch of asks to yell at me, but I don't think Harry would ever be able to live without Ginny - not once he got a taste of what their amazing life could be like. He craved his entire childhood for a family. Ginny gave him that family. She's his ride or die. He thought of Ginny when he died. I think he went back so he could be with her again. He wanted a life with her.

[four2andnew]

I like to call my husband my bunker-buddy. Like, if shit hits the fan and the world is burning and we have to go to the bunkers, I'm not shutting that door until hubby and our kids are in there with me. I love my parents. I have friends that I consider my adopted siblings and I consider their son my nephew. I love those people enough to call them and say, "you probably need to make sure you have a bunker prepared" or "Do you have a plan?" But if the doors have to shut and they're not in the same bunker with me, I would survive. Not without my husband though. He's my person. The one I chose.

And that's Ginny for Harry. He loves the Weasleys enough to make sure they all are prepared for the possibility of needing to bunker down. But at the end of the day, the only Weasley guaranteed a spot in Harry's bunker, is Ginny. He was willing to ignore a wholly distracted Voldemort when he thought Ginny almost died. Full on, "fuck the war, that's my woman you tried to kill."

I'm with @seriouslysam8 and anon on this one. There's no way the trio continued to be the most important dynamic in his life once he settled in with Ginny. She's his bunker-buddy.

[jiilys]

“I’ve been approached to write a tell-all about you” Ginny said, kissing him against the pub bins.

“Oh yeah?” Harry mumbled, only-half listening, hand in her hair.

“About your great victory and almost death and whatever. About how I’m the woman behind the man.”

Harry smiled in the near dark, “Behind me, huh?”

“Well, I prefer in front–“

“– Better view for me–“

Ginny grinned, “But the publishers are insisting.”

“You’ve met with publishers?” Harry said into her neck.

Ginny couldn’t think for a second, eyes shut, breathless: “Yeah, it’s all really far along.”

“Well, fair enough, I did think of you.”

She pulled him by the collar to kiss him again, hand over the side of his neck, one thumb under his jaw. “You think of me, huh?” she said into his mouth  

“Yeah, not even just when dying.”

Ginny pulled back, hand still on his neck, the other fisted in his shirt, “Wait, I thought you meant–“ she grasped, she’d had no idea what she thought he meant, “you thought of me– thought of me then?”

Harry looked dazed, lips pink, “What?”

‘You thought of me–“ she grasped for the word, wanting not say when you died so close to him, where it might touch him again, “–in the forest?”

She felt his fingers through her hair tighten, just once, a moment. “Oh, yeah.”

“I didn’t– I didn’t know that.” Her heartbeat felt so slow, every thud a minute, time stretching out and around. Harry, dying, thinking of her.

“Yeah, well,” he took a hand off her, pushed his glasses up, “It was going wrong and I just– I don’t know, I thought of you. I thought I’d said.”

She couldn’t think of a single thing to say. It was all too awful to even think. Harry dying, thinking of her. Harry dying at all.

“You looked pretty,” He joked, “When I thought of you, I’ll testify to that in the tell-all.”

She laughed, shaky, just a little wrong, “Thanks”

He reached his hand up over her jaw, thumb on her cheekbone. “Don’t worry about it, alright?” he said, softly, “It didn’t– it’s done now.”

She wrapped her fingers around his wrist, the jut of the bone, thud of his pulse. Thank God, Thank God, Thank God. 

“You won’t have to die for ages now.” she said, sure.

He smiled. “Yeah, ages.”

“So long. And after me.”

“After you?”

She kissed the veins running through his wrist, quick, stupidly grateful, “Yes, absolutely.”

There was a banging sound and they jumped apart, Harry’s arm reaching out and slammed against the rubbish, putting her behind him. But in the doorway it was only Ron, looking put out.

“What are you two doing?”

“Checking on the bin.” Ginny said, ridiculously. Harry grinned, dropped his arm.

“Really, because it looks like you’ve been snogging,” Ron said flatly.

“I can’t believe you’d even accuse us of that. Harry, can you believe that?”

“No, not really.” Harry rubbed the back of his neck, “Would be totally out of character.”

Ron rolled his eyes, “Come back in, it’s Potter’s turn to buy the next round.”

“Oh it’s ‘Potter’ now is it?”

“When you’re caught snogging my sister by the bins it is.”

“If we were caught snogging in another location would that change anything?”

“You’re both gits. Hermione wants a pint.”