GINNY FAN

She/her, devoted hinny shipper, As the name suggest, the only purpose of this blog is to worship goddess Ginny Weasely

[thathuffgurlsart]

Harry and Ginny with a toddler James and newborn Albus.

So sorry it’s been so long since I last posted a drawing

[constantlymusing]

Ginny helping Hermione get ready for the Yule Ball. And comforting Hermione after she was basically ditched by her two best friends during it. And instead of Hermione storming off crying to be alone in her dorm, the two of them ditch the ball and just go outside to breathe and be together. And Hermione for once isn't reluctant to accept the comfort. Ugh

[spookydanamulder-multifandom]

my emotional attachment to redheaded main characters should be studied

[delusionalme8]

Those who say Ron was against Harry and Ginny's relationship clearly haven't read the fifth book.

He was totally one of us 🙏🏻

[hinnysupremacy]

Oneshot Hinny

Harry Potter always thought happiness came with noise. Explosions. Screams. Victories. The feeling that the ground had to shake beneath his feet for something to be worthwhile.

For years, that's how his world worked: extremes, urgency, destiny. Peace had never been something he knew how to recognize. Peace was too quiet. And quiet, to him, had always meant danger.

Until Ginny Weasley.

It was on an ordinary morning that he realized it.

Nothing epic.

Nothing grand.

Just the Burrow's kitchen lit by the sun, the smell of coffee in the air, and Ginny sitting at the table with a mug in her hands, her red hair tied up haphazardly, wearing one of his shirts that was too big for her shoulders.

She was reading a Muggle newspaper, smiling to herself.

Harry stopped at the door, watched, and felt it. Not the kind of feeling that came with adrenaline, nor the kind that came with fear. It was different. Quiet. Warm. Stable.

Peace.

So close it seemed absurd.

So simple he was suspicious.

"What is it?" she asked without looking up, sensing his presence.

"Nothing."

"Liar."

He approached slowly.

"Just... you."

Ginny looked up, amused.

"Me?"

"Yeah."

She closed the newspaper and tilted her head.

"Explain."

Harry took a moment, as if translating a feeling too new for human language.

"I always thought that to be happy, something huge had to happen. Like... the world stopping. Or exploding. Or saving someone.

She remained silent, listening.

"But no," he continued. "Sometimes it's just... this."

He pointed lightly at the table.

At the sun.

At the mug.

At her.

Ginny smiled slightly.

"The nonsense of routine."

"Yeah," he said. "And it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

She didn't respond with words.

She just reached across the table and touched his hand.

Simple.

No ceremony.

No promise.

No request.

And that's what moved him the most.

Ginny never demanded anything. She never asked for declarations. She never asked for guarantees. She was just there, whole, present, calm, as if loving was something natural, not a test, not a battle.

So different from him.

So far from the chaos he had always thought was normal.

She leaned in a little, bringing her face closer to his, and said softly:

"I love you."

No suspense.

No preparation.

Without fear.

Just truth.

Harry felt his heart drop into his chest like a heavy thing... and a good thing. As if it had finally landed after years of flying aimlessly.

He took a deep breath.

"I love you too."

He said it simply.

No speech.

No metaphor.

No heroism.

And it had never sounded so beautiful.

The silence that followed was not empty. It was full. Full of calm, certainty, presence.

Ginny rested her forehead against his.

"You don't have to promise anything."

"I know."

"Or know the future."

"I know."

"Or be sure of anything."

Harry smiled slightly.

"I'm only sure of one thing."

"What?"

He touched his nose to hers.

"That I want to be with you."

She closed her eyes.

"That's all?"

"That's all."

Ginny smiled slowly, truly.

"Then that's fine."

Outside, the world remained the same, prophecies still existed, dangers could still arise, and life could still change suddenly.

But Harry realized something he had never understood before:

Love was not thunder.

It was a place.

And he was in it.

He intertwined his fingers with hers, feeling her warm, real, present skin. He didn't know what would come next. Surprises, delays, misunderstandings, and risks.

But his will had chosen a path.

And that path was Ginny.

[hinnysupremacy]

I'm writing a Hinny fanfic, if anyone likes the couple, I invite you to read it. I'll post the chapters every Sunday, I hope you enjoy it and happy reading. Xoxo

Between Love and Pride

Chapter 1 — Silences Between Us

Summary: After years together, Harry and Ginny Potter see their marriage fall apart amid jealousy, accumulated hurt, and a routine that has left no room for love to breathe. Harry leaves home on impulse, changing everything, and Ginny decides she will not allow a "come and go" situation in her life.

What to do when love still exists, but living together has become a war?

[hinnystories]

It took her three tries to catch him alone.

The fourth time, Ginny didn’t call out. She just stepped in front of him.

Dean stopped short.

For a second, neither of them spoke.

Then he sighed, already done with it. “Move.”

“No.”

“I’m not doing this, Ginny.”

“Yeah,” she said, folding her arms. “You’ve made that very clear. You’ll talk to everyone else. Just not me.”

Dean’s jaw tightened. “I don’t have anything to say to you.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is.”

She didn’t move.

A few students passed behind them, glancing over, sensing something off.

Ginny lowered her voice. “Just say it then. Whatever it is. And I’ll leave you alone.”

Dean looked at her properly now.

“You really don’t get it, do you?”

“Then explain it.”

He let out a short breath, like he’d been holding it in for weeks.

“You were unnecessarily harsh,” he said. Just like that. No build-up.

Ginny blinked. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“That’s what this is about?” she scoffed. “One argument—”

“It wasn’t one argument,” Dean cut in. “It was all of it.”

She opened her mouth, but he didn’t stop.

“Everything was a dig with you. Everything was a joke—at someone’s expense. Usually mine.”

“That’s not—”

“It is,” he said, sharper now. “And you don’t even realise when you do it.”

Ginny’s expression hardened. “I wasn’t the only one joking—”

“No,” Dean said. “But you were the one who didn’t know when to stop.”

She looked away for half a second, then back. “If I was so terrible, why didn’t you say anything then?”

“I tried,” he said. “You laughed it off.”

Silence.

“You were always trying to prove something,” he went on, quieter but more cutting. “Like you had to be the sharpest person in the room. The funniest. The one no one could mess with.”

“That’s not a crime.”

“No,” Dean said. “But you were doing it to people who already got you.”

She frowned slightly.

“I knew you,” he said. “Before all that. Before you started acting like—” he stopped, then finished it anyway, “—like you had something to prove to everyone.”

Ginny didn’t interrupt this time.

“And instead of aiming that at people who actually deserved it,” he added, “you took it out on the ones who didn’t.”

Her voice was quieter now. “That’s not fair.”

“It is,” he said simply. “Because I was there.”

Another silence.

“And then there’s him.”

Ginny tensed. “Don’t—”

“No, I will,” Dean said, for the first time sounding properly angry. “Because that’s the worst part.”

She stared at him.

“You treated me like I was an inconvenience half the time,” he said. “Like I was just… there. Something you had to deal with.”

“That’s not true.”

“And the second he looks at you,” Dean continued, ignoring her, “everything changes.”

“That’s not what happened—”

“You suddenly know how to be careful,” he said. “How to not snap. How to not tear someone down every five minutes.”

Ginny went still.

“You think I didn’t notice?” he added. “The difference?”

Her voice came out tighter. “I didn’t ‘suck up’ to him—”

“You did,” Dean said flatly. “Maybe not in your head. But from where I was standing? Yeah.”

“That’s—”

“And then you dump me,” he went on, “and jump straight to him.”

That one landed hard.

Ginny didn’t speak for a second.

“…It wasn’t like that,” she said, but there was less certainty now.

Dean laughed under his breath. “Course it wasn’t.”

“I didn’t plan it,” she said. “With Harry. I didn’t—”

“Doesn’t matter,” Dean cut in. “That’s how it felt.”

That stopped her.

The anger in his voice had shifted—less sharp, more… honest.

“You could’ve just ended it properly,” he said. “Without all the… rubbish before it.”

Ginny swallowed.

“I know.”

Dean looked at her, like he was checking if she actually meant that.

“I was…” she started, then stopped.

For once, she didn’t jump to defend herself.

“I was rude,” she said finally. “A lot of the time.”

He didn’t react.

“I was frustrated,” she went on. “About things that had nothing to do with you. And I took it out on you anyway.”

Still nothing.

Ginny forced herself to keep going. “And yeah I was… harsh. More than I should’ve been.”

Dean’s expression shifted slightly. Not soft but less closed.

“And I should’ve ended things properly,” she added. “Before anything happened with Harry. That’s on me.”

A pause.

“…And I’m sorry,” she said. “Properly. Not just to get you to stop ignoring me.”

The corridor felt quieter somehow.

Dean studied her for a long second.

“You were kind of a bitch,” he said, not cruelly—just… plainly.

Ginny let out a breath. “Yeah. I know.”

Another pause.

“I didn’t deserve that,” he added.

“No,” she said. “You didn’t.”

That, more than anything, seemed to settle something.

Dean looked away briefly, then back.

“…Alright,” he said.

It wasn’t forgiveness. Not fully.

But it wasn’t nothing.

“I’m not going to pretend I’m fine with it,” he added.

“I wouldn’t expect you to.”

Another beat.

“…You happy?” he asked, after a moment.

Ginny hesitated.

Then, honestly, “Yeah.”

Dean nodded once.

“Good.”

He stepped past her this time, but not like he was avoiding her.

More like he was done carrying it.

Ginny stayed where she was for a moment, staring ahead.

No comeback. No sharp remark.

Just… quieter than usual.

And maybe, for once—thinking before speaking.

[hinnystories]

Ok this is a aggressive rant

Mfs who ships two people who see themselves as siblings during arguing about basic reading and thinking : " how on earth you can say that? It's not given in bOoKS"

It's not given in books? That's so rich coming from you.

Just shut the fuck up and agree that you are butthurt over the canon ships.

[dream-with-a-fever]

the fact that it’s literally canon that harry had sex dreams about ginny and was so devoutly thankful that ron couldn’t perform legilmency because he would’ve been absolutely mortified like that is so freaking funny

[atheonora]

Hinnyweek: anniversary of Hinny's first kiss

[vaffyu]

Propoganda I'm not falling for:

● HP women being hated and bashed by misogynistic fans everywhere.

○ Ginny being called ugly or fat or a slag or a love potioning criminal just because Harry ended up with her and not the ferret or his best friend, who he himself identifies as a sister.

○ Hermione being called a Ron-obsessed crybaby just because she dared to cry when she was sad and was emotionally mature.

○ Lily Potter's identity being erased just so that people can push their Death Eater/James Potter ships when he died for her.

○ Molly being bashed as the money hungry, manipulative woman when she took Harry as her own, even though she had little to share.

○ Tonks being called ugly or temperamental or incompetent when she dared to love a man who didn't love himself.

● Fanon Draco Malfoy.

● Any form of Weasley bashing.

● Tom Riddle being shipped with ANYONE.

[desipotterhead18]

HINNY ❤ :

pinterest board - here

i would soon start making moodboards now

[strangepersonflower]

hogwarts but it’s scooby-doo !

[constancezin]

Ron can't not be a big brother...

But hermione can be a good friend and a dotting girlfriend

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I need to re read the books!

To get away from the alternative harry potter world where draco is a hero and barty crouch a poor innocent lad.

[vitalhollow]

Oh save me Auror Potter save me 😓

[annanaoana]

Two things you can be sure of is that Ginny's sweater once belonged to Fred (or George, I can't tell them apart) and she stole Charlie's bag. And yes, she has a "Potter' stinks" bottom (she tells everyone she has it because it's true lol, and it always makes Harry blush and she can burst out laughing). Luna made Ginny's necklace. Oh, and the person who took this picture was Harry.

[blvnk-art]

The reason why I think Harry thought of Ginny before he went to die is because she helped him relief the weight of the world on his shoulders, especially with her lips.