#ginnycho

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i made this for pride month! theyre in lesbians with each other ☺️ 

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Ginny Weasley/Cho Chang

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ginnycho nation rise etc etc

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Nothing happens for a while after the kiss. Then they play the wild, magical, season-closing game at the end of Ginny's fourth year, where Ron shows his stuff as the Keeper and Ginny catches the Snitch, landing the Quidditch Cup - and while students flood the field and lift Ron onto their shoulders, Ginny worms her way through to find Cho. Cho starts to say something before Ginny places a hand behind her head, dips her low to the ground, and kisses her long and hard in front of the whole school.

Oh my goddddd 😭😭😭😭😭😭

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g i n n y  x  c h o  

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cho/ginny - quidditch girlfriends. dates to watch quidditch games. wearing each other's house quidditch jerseys. support rival teams and friendly bantering about whose rival team is gonna win. all the friendly banter when ravenclaw and gryffindor play against each other. sitting at the kitchen table years later, ginny chattering endlessly about some new quidditch play she's developed. cho just watches her, smiling.

i cried, this harvested my crops, cleared my skin, ended femslash and wlw hate

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Ginny/Cho for Cake

It was easier to post here and send you the link rather than skype you the file :) catricious

Ginny had never regretted having History of Magic class with the Ravenclaws. To the Slytherins they may seem snobby, their slightly rigid tendencies often marked them as 'stuck-up' to the Gryffindors, and the gentler Hufflepuffs often found them 'a little stand-offish'. Though they often garnered criticism from the other houses, Ginny had always admired their hard-working studiousness, their respect for achievement, and their dignity. Above all, she admired their determination. A Ravenclaw never half-assed a task. Quality was everything – if they had not finished something to an A+ standard, it hadn't been worth any of their time and effort.

These were the sorts of thoughts that raced through Ginny's mind in her History lessons. She never paid any attention at all to Professor Binns as he drawled on (not that he noticed or cared when his students so often ignored his words), nor did her pen ever touch paper in those lessons. Ginny spent each and every lesson intently studying, not for any class she took, but studying the Ravenclaw girl that sat beside her. She drank in every detail about the girl; this girl with the soft-spoken demeanour that dropped completely at the mention of history or quidditch or charms to be replaced with a slightly over-dramatised passion; this girl with the shining, black hair that fell in cascades over her slim shoulders; this girl with the dark, straight eyelashes that Ginny thought were more beautiful than any she'd seen curled; this girl who had dated and turned down even Harry Potter, the 'Chosen One' for Merlin's sake, and would surely, surely never settle for anyone as plain, uninteresting and unadorned as Ginny. If Harry Potter did not meet that A+ standard, how low on Cho's priorities must Ginny lie?

If Cho were not enthusiastically engrossed in Binn's lecture as she was every class, she would have notice how Ginny's eyes darted over her neat, evenly space handwriting, watching the way her pen moved with a fixed rhythm as if Cho were composing rather than compiling study notes. Cho would have noticed how Ginny's eyes lit up as she watched the corner of Cho's mouth lift into a smile whenever she recognised a figure of fact or personality from a previous class. Every class, Ginny would wonder what it was like to kiss those soft lips, and through every single class Ginny held herself back. She retreated back to her silent study of hair and eyes and breath until the class was dismissed. After every class, they would exit side by side; Ginny silently in awe of her friend, and Cho excitedly detailing everything she knew about whatever event in magical history Binns had taught that day, in a way that left Ginny strangely breathless as she clung to every word.