HELLO!!! i have risen from the dead of holidays and illnesses to finally post my last three contributions to @hinnyfest (hope its okay i’m a month and a half late)
i’d also like to give a massive, huge, overwhelming thank you to @constancezin for this stunning art of Ginny’s Christmas party dress. this art goes along with prompt 22: hogsmeade date. i am so in love with it, sometimes i just open the image and stare at it to feel all giddy and happy inside.
THERE IS NO THIRD
prompt 1: first i love you
TENTH ANNIVERSARY
prompt 2: i did something bad
SOMEONE NEW
prompt 4: holyhead harpies locker room
RON INTERRUPTS... AGAIN
prompt 7: getting caught in the act
FEBRUARY 14TH, 2013
prompt 12: valentine’s day
LET HIM BE A BLUDGER
prompt 14: family quidditch
PERFECT
prompt 20: talking about the future
YEAH, PUMPKIN?
prompt 21: you stole my heart, but i’ll let you keep it
FEBRUARY 14TH, 2004
prompt 22: hogsmeade date
THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO TALK ABOUT
prompt 26: you are my home
KISS ME
prompt 29: ginny meets harry before the sacrifice in DH
Ron is the biggest Hinny shipper, and I stand by it.
Prompt #15 of @hinnyfest: "Who says we can't get married now?"
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"I would bloody destroy you!" Ron shouted.
All three of them were heavily drunk. It was Percy's engagement party, and Harry, Ginny, and Ron couldn't bear Percy shouting one more time at them because the flower vases weren't exactly at the centre of the table or something like that. Also, the songs were dreadful.
"Oh, yeah? I would crush you to pieces!" Ginny countered.
Hermione left early with her parents. And now, the three of them were at the Burrow's dinner table.
"No fucking way!"
Ginny and Ron were arguing. About what, Harry had long forgotten.
"I'll beat you so bloody bad that you won't get out of bed for days!"
Harry downed the rest of the firewhiskey and slammed the bottle down on the table, startling both of them.
"Ask Harry!" Ginny told Ron.
Ron nodded vigorously and asked, "So, who do you reckon, Harry?"
Harry rubbed the back of his neck, not knowing how to tell them he wasn't following their shouting match.
Ginny saw his confused look and explained in a far sweeter tone than she used on Ron, "Ron and I are arguing about who knows you better. Tell him that it's me, Harry." She looked at him expectantly with heavy-lidded eyes.
"Like hell it is!" Ron slammed a fist on the table, looking at Harry. "He's my best friend!"
"And he's my fiancé!"
Harry was sure they knew him almost the same amount, though Ginny might have an edge.
"Ok, how old was he when he first had ice cream?" Ron asked, looking at Ginny with determination.
Ginny's expression matched her brother's. "Seven. You have to be better than that, Ron."
Chocolate, he thought fondly. Charles from school was always friendly to him. On his birthday, Charles’ parents brought ice cream to school, and Charles distributed it to the whole class. He remembered to give him his ice cream away from Dudley.
"What was the first thing Tonks got Harry?" She smirked, knowing that Ron wouldn't know this.
Ron smirked back, and Ginny's smile faltered. She thought he wouldn't know this. "A toy Hippogriff. Harry was three months old."
Sirius told him this. He was surprised that Tonks knew him as a baby.
Ginny's jaw dropped. "How the fuck do you know?"
"Sirius told Harry. Harry told me. What did Harry call it?"
"Giff!" She shouted back at him, frustrated.
She didn't have to think about her next question. "What does Harry think about those horrid orange posters in your bedroom?"
"He thinks they're hideous." Harry turned to Ron to try to deny it, even though he knew it was spot on.
Ron shook his head at him and said, "You're just too good to say so."
Harry relaxed back in his chair now that it was settled.
"When will Harry be made Deputy Head Auror?" Ron leaned back in his chair too. This was classified.
Ginny grinned proudly at Harry. "The first of September."
"Harry!" Ron turned on him. "That's classified!"
"Not to Ginny, it isn't," he smiled.
"It's your fault," Ron accused her playfully.
"I hate you too, Ron."
Ginny took a sip and asked, "When are we getting married?"
"December 18th."
"Nuh-uh," Ginny wagged a finger. "16th."
Harry looked at Ron apologetically. "We wanted two more days for the honeymoon. We haven't told anyone yet."
Ron grumbled that he was mad that his sister and his best friend didn't tell him, the person who was the most excited about their wedding.
"Who says we can't get married now?" He heard Harry telling Ginny.
"Yes!" He beamed.
"You just want me to be wrong," she accused.
"No," he frowned. "It's not because of that. I know you two wanted to get married since before you started dating - "
"Exaggeration," Harry and Ginny said at the same time.
He waved them off, and barrelled on, "Besides, I know you're frustrated with all the wedding planning. I'll be your witness." He reached for both of their hands and held them in his.
"That's an idea," Ginny said, after a moment.
Before their drunk selves could actually get up to go to an official, they heard Molly calling for them.
They quickly shot up, and Harry reached for the hangover potions in his pockets, Ginny charmed away the smell and cleaned the table, and Ron disposed of the bottles, and both he and Harry moved around the room to get rid of any other evidence of them drinking. Ginny moved towards one of the cupboards to make a show of searching for the cutlery that her mother had sent them for in the first place.
They did this so swiftly and in tandem that, to an onlooker, they had been practising this for years.
As Molly started scolding them for not being fast enough, Harry and Ginny thought that maybe Ron was onto something.
Harry was trying to take a nap and had thought the perfect spot to do so was in Ginny’s arms, his head on her chest, but he had accidentally set her off about something and now she was ranting on and on. He smiled, endeared about her passionate speech.
“I just think it sucks! You don’t have a home! It’s not fair, you deserve a home! The Burrow isn’t your home, you don’t live here, not really. Your aunt and uncle never gave you a home and Grimmauld Place can hardly be described as homely and you don’t live there either,” she ended, her hands coming to rest on his back again now they were done gesturing.
“You are so sweet,” Harry muttered, not bothering to lift up his head.
“It’s not sweet!” she started off again. “You deserve a home, a place to feel safe and sound, where you can rest and- and-”
He pushed up on his arms and looked at her. “Gin, you got to pipe down, I am trying to nap.”
“Are you listening to what I am saying? You should care, it’s about you,” she told him, her arms coming around his neck.
“I have a home,” he replied.
“Do you?” she asked, not sounding convinced.
He nodded. “You are my home, where I feel safe and sound and where I can rest, if you finally shut up.” He put his head back down.
“Harry. Harry. Harry.”
He turned his head to look at her. “Yeah?”
“That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, you can’t just say that and then take a nap!” she said, looking emotional.
“I’m sorry?” he tried.
Ginny’s face dropped and then a small frown formed. “You are an idiot and I love you so much.”
Harry grinned and kissed her nose. “I love you too, baby.”
When he put his head back down, both her arms and legs wrapped around him.
“What are you doing?”
Ginny let out an exasperated sigh. “Protecting you from all evil in the world.”
Post when you can, throughout November, tag us, use #hinnyfest and share Hinny's love for everyone to enjoy!
First i love you
‘’I did something bad…’’
Sirius' birthday
In the Holyhead Harpies locker room
HBP Missing Moment
"You are speaking about my future wife/husband. Be more respectful".
Getting caught in the act.
Ginny vs Dursley
"You're not wearing any underwear, are you?"
I'm so lucky to be able to live this life with you"
Nightmares.
Valentine's Day
Talking about the war
Family Quidditch
"Who says we can't get married now?"
Sharing Firewhiskey
''We're locked up.''
Sharing a sweater
''She/He has a crush on you''
Talking about the future
"You stole my heart but I'll let you keep it"
Hogsmeade date
Kiss cam!
Caring for each other after an injury
Molly and Arthur notice Hinny
''You are my home''
Potter-Weasley Kids
'I'm glad you're alive''
Ginny meets Harry before the sacrifice in DH
Getting to know the parents
"For thousands of nights I dreamed of making love to you. No one on earth has ever hated sunrise as I do."
Seasons Of Love
Summer
Couple vacation // “Have you never been to the beach?”
Spring
Hinny Missing Moment // “Are these flowers for me?”
Autumn
“Can we stay home today?” // Date night
Winter
Exchanging gifts // First post-war Christmas
Choose one of these prompts, or both, and write or make art about this couple we love so much!
For @hinnyfest, prompt #2: "I did something bad..."
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There was a handkerchief on Ginny's hand so twisted that it reminded Harry of a rope. He paused behind her, hands searching for the knots in her neck that were usually enough to calm her; but Ginny jumped, face blushing at the sight of him.
"Hey."
"Hey there." He sat next to her, gently taking the handkerchief out of her hands. "Oh, I liked this one."
"We can iron it later," said Ginny, sounding guilty.
"It's just a handkerchief—why do you look like you've just waken up a basilisk?"
She blinked. "What?"
"It's just—I think the last time I saw you so nervous you were about to tell Ron and I about the Chamber."
"Oh, no." She rolled her eyes. "Nothing as grave—not criminally, at least. Unless we are counting the murder of my dignity." He waited. Ginny bit her lip. "I did something bad."
Harry nodded. "We can hide the body."
"What?"
"I know you—if you murdered someone, they probably deserved it. Better not confess to an Auror next time, though."
Ginny laughed, some tension leaving her shoulders. "It's not grave, remember? I'm just—embarrassed, that's it."
"Embarrassed as you sending a dwarf to sing a Valentine's card?"
"Embarrassed as I might hex my fiance if he keeps making fun of me." Her words were threatening, but Ginny was smiling again. "And that would look extremely embarrassing for you, Mr. Auror."
Harry pretended to zip off his mouth. Ginny got closer, allowing for him to place his arms around her shoulders and bring her closer.
"Embarassed as do you remember before the Battle, when you needed to go to the Ravenclaw Common Room and I insisted that Luna should go with you, instead of Cho Chang?"
It took a moment for Harry to recollect the exact memory. "Oh, yeah. You sounded fierce, very protective."
"I sounded stupid," she disagreed. "We were at the edge of the war, Voldemort was coming and I got jealous. But I thought—hey, I was young and naive. I wouldn't do that again."
"But then—"
She sighed. "Then we were at the Leaky Cauldron tonight and Cho showed up for our meeting, I wasn't expecting and—and I told her we are engaged."
"Oh." Harry blinked, confused. "That isn't a crime."
But Ginny shook her head. "I haven't even told most of my friends yet, and then—ugh, why do I still feel like a teenage girl unsure of everything around her?"
"I have no idea." He placed a kiss on her forehead, eyes closing when the smell of her shampoo overwhelmed him. "If anyone should be self-assured and arrogant, it should be you. You—you are perfect."
She laughed, not taking him seriously. "I'm not. I'm—it's pathetic, actually."
Harry twisted the handkerchief. "If it helps—when we were discussing the guest list, I almost asked you not to invite Dean."
"What?"
"Yeah, I know. And worse—I wanted to include Viktor Krum in the list."
"Viktor Krum? Other than annoying Ron, I don't see—"
"He was attracted to you."
"I don't remember meeting Krum—"
"Bill and Fleur's wedding." Harry fought an urge to hide his face. "We were sharing a table, he didn't know who I was, and then he asked if you were seeing anyone because you were very good-looking. And I said you were, a jealous type, big guy, one he wouldn't want to mess with."
Ginny blinked. Twice. And then a grin took control of her face as she moved to give him a kiss that Harry wasn't sure he deserve, but he wouldn't complain ever.
"Jealous type, ugh?" she teased when they broke apart. "I can see we are perfectly matched."
Harry closed the Portrait Hole behind him as Ginny walked through. The Fat Lady was smiling down at them both, but they only had eyes for each other.
He had kissed her.
He had kissed her.
He felt like screaming those words to the stars, he was so happy. One of the major reasons for his happiness was that Ginny had yet to stop smiling, which probably meant that she liked him back. Why did he suddenly feel like squealing? Oh, yes, the redhead beside him. Yeah, that made sense.
"How long?" Ginny asked, and Harry caught on immediately.
"Months," Harry said. "The first time I noticed something was on would be around the time I caught you and Dean snogging. I wanted to rip his head off," he confessed with an embarrassed grimace.
Thankfully, Ginny only laughed. "So I'm forgiven for wanting to hex Cho?"
"Yep," Harry said. "As long as you're okay with you and I going out," he glanced at her, only to see that she was tapping her chin in thought.
"I'd like that, I think," she said after a moment. "After the way I kissed you back there, do you really think I wouldn't be?"
Harry blinked, stopping in his tracks as the words left her mouth. "You kissed me?" He asked with a smirk, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I'm pretty sure I was the one that kissed you, Weasley."
She scoffed, though a smile was present on her face. "Oh, please," she said. "I ran at you."
"And I leaned down," he countered, repeating the action. "Like this," he added softly.
She gulped. "That's not fair," she whispered, staring into his eyes and pouting. He had the mad urge to suck the lip into his mouth.
He didn't get to act on that urge though, as Ginny reached up, and kissed him full on the lips again. He responded a moment after he got over the fact that he was kissing Ginny. Again.
God, he was in so much trouble... and he did not care.
Written for @hinnyfest this is Prompt 3: Sirius's birthday!
AO3
Ginny Weasley is an expert in many things: Quidditch, the bat-bogey hex, but especially making birthday cards. And Harry needs help getting Sirius a birthday gift.
Ginny barely made it back to the common room before curfew was up. Umbridge had overheard Ginny mock the high pitched “Hem hem!” in the back of the Defense classroom and assigned her detention that night. The words “I must respect those in power over me” were written over and over on a parchment of paper until the toad thought she had written enough. After 3 hours of scribbling, she was sent on her way back to the common room with her cramped hand as a memory of her punishment. Unfortunately, she still had a Charms essay she needed to write for Flitwick due tomorrow, so it was looking like it was going to be a long night.
Ginny might have to dig out the homework planner Hermione got for her birthday from the bottom of her trunk.
The Common Room was practically empty. A few 7th years in the corner swamped with the NEWT workload while three 6th year boys were playing with some of Fred and George’s test products. The only other occupant was Harry sitting in the large comfy couch near the fire. A spot that is usually also occupied by her brother and Hermione, but they seemed to be absent this evening. Probably Prefect rounds.
She made her way over to Harry, if she was going to have to stay up late, she might as well do it with some pleasant company. That is, if Harry let her. They were friends, and Ginny did homework with her friends all of the time. She wouldn’t have hesitated if it was Hermione or Ron sitting alone in the corner to join. Taking a deep breath, Ginny pushed forward. She isn’t a coward, she can do her homework near him.
“Hi Harry. Mind if I sit here and do some work?” Ginny asked.
Harry jumped, shocked to be interrupted, knocking over the inkwell that was balanced carefully on his leg. Scattered in his lap were several crumpled up pieces of paper splattered with ink drops and words crossed out, the quill still in his hand.
“Sorry!” Ginny yelped, “Here let me.” A quick scourgify cleaned up the ink spill.
“Thanks,” Harry muttered. He gave a wave to welcome Ginny to sit. Ginny gave a small smile to Harry. Slipping her bag off of her shoulders and throwing it on the coffee table, she took the spot on the floor across from Harry. Ron always laughed at her for preferring to sit on the ground, but she always found it comfortable.
Looking up from the mess in his lap, “Where are you coming back from so late?” Harry questioned.
“Detention with Umbridge.” grunted Ginny. “She had me write lines for hours. Stupid really.” Ginny continued, rolling her eyes at the pointless detention. Harry however, whipped his head to face her like she said Umbridge used the cruciatus curse for punishment. He glanced down at her hand, eyes filled with concern.
“Just lines? Are you okay?” Harry whispered.
Ginny looked down at her writing hand, wringing her wrist. “Yeah, I’m totally fine. Just a crampy wrist.” waving her hand in dismissal, “It’s only going to make this essay for Flitwick just a little more difficult to write. No big deal.”
Harry still looked a little doubtful, but did not ask any further questions. Instead he picked up another blank parchment and started to write again.
Ginny pulled out her Charms book and her own parchment, starting her essay on the difference between healing charms and their effects on different parts of human anatomy. Ginny was no healer, she did not understand why healing an ear was so much more challenging than growing back a fingernail. Two feet was going to be a challenge. Maybe if she asked nicely, Hermione might share her essay from last year with her.
Just as Ginny wrote the conclusion to her opening paragraph, Harry let out an exasperated sigh, crumpling up another parchment and throwing it in the nearby fire. Flames grew as paper turned to ash. Both of them stared at the fire as the flames dwindled back down.
Ginny turned back to Harry, “A little dramatic, don’t you think?”
Harry just scoffed and rolled his eyes at her, but she could tell his annoyance was not directed at her but rather the project he had just turned to ash.
“What are you working on anyway?” Ginny asked, curious and looking for a distraction.
Harry looked over his shoulder and then at the group of 6th years over in the corner. He leaned forward so they wouldn’t be overheard. “It’s Sirius’s birthday tomorrow, and I realized I didn’t give him a present. So I was trying to write him a letter.”
“A card is a great idea!” exclaimed Ginny.
“You are the expert in card making as far as I am aware.” Harry said leaning back into the couch. “Especially singing cards.” Harry continued, giving a lopsided grin.
Ginny’s cheeks pinked. “I am going to pretend you are not teasing me, because I am proud of my ability to make a mean singing card, and I was going to offer my services and assist you.”
“Me? Tease? Please, Gin. I would never tease you over one of the best cards I have ever received. I still have it! Although I think the singing voice has worn out. It sounds a lot less angelic and more like a mermaid on land.” Ginny laughed into her sleeve, and tried not to think too much about the way “Gin” sounded coming out of Harry’s lips.
“You can’t tease me for making singing cards, but - er - you can tease me for this.” Ginny said as she started to dig through her bag. At the bottom was a small amount of her craft supplies, only slightly squashed from the books. She pulled out blue, gold, and red streams of ribbon and colored parchment, tossing them on the table between her and Harry.
Harry stared wide eyed at the decor in front of him. “You keep your card-making supplies on you?” not even attempting to hide the playfulness in his voice.
“Okay, okay. I know I deserve it!” Ginny defended herself, “But, in my defense, it was Michael’s and mum’s birthdays last week and I needed to make cards for both of them. And I was just too lazy to take the supplies out of my backpack!”
Harry threw his hands up in defense. “Hey, you were the one who gave me permission to tease you for it, and those are valid reasons. Although, I am a little hurt because I now understand it is not that rare to get a special Ginny Weasley Card.”
Ginny grinned up at Harry, “A little full of yourself.”
Harry just grinned back. He picked up a red piece of parchment and started to draw on the front. Ginny turned back to her essay for Charms, trying to tune out the sound of Harry scribbling above her.
She made up some conclusion that the reason cartilage heals slower is because it grows much slower than fingernails. She had no clue if that was true or not, but it sounded like a good enough reason to use a stitching charm instead of a bandage charm. Harry cleared his voice above her.
“Okay, don’t laugh.”
Harry brandished the front of his card. Ginny had to suck in her cheeks to keep herself from making a noise. The cover had a black blob with 5 sticks coming out at all angles, and maybe that was a head on the left? Ginny had never seen a Thestral before, but that had to be the thing Harry drew, because she had never seen any animal that looked like it before..
“Is it rude for me to ask what that is?”
Harry stared at her like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “A big, black dog, obviously.”
“Obviously.” Ginny nodded.
“This was a stupid idea.” Harry sighed in defeat, tossing the card back onto the table.
“No it’s not, you can just cover up the front with a big bow! I have some gold ribbon!” Ginny said, brandishing the ribbon out of the pile. Quickly tying the ribbon into a knot, she glued it down to the front of the card with her wand, covering up the Grim.
“Perfect! Thanks, Gin!” Ginny made a quick mental note to herself that was the second time he called her that tonight. “I will just write a quick Happy Birthday message on the inside and send it off.”
“No no!” Ginny giggled. “If your card is going to be a Ginny Weasley approved card, it needs to be a poem that sings and rhymes!”
“Is that why you called Voldemort the Dark Lord? Just so you can rhyme with blackboard?”
“I am going to ignore the fact that you memorized one of the most mortifying moments of my life, and just try to help you with your card.”
“Don’t you have an essay to write?” Harry asked.
“Yes I do. Anyway, what rhymes with Sirius?”
Harry gave out a laugh. “Curious?” Harry suggested.
“Delirious,” Ginny responded.
“Mysterious.”
“Imperious.”
“How the hell am I supposed to incorporate an unforgivable curse in a birthday card, Ginny?”
“With creativity, Harry.”
A snort escaped from Harry. “Yes, because I am known for my creativity. The Sorting Hat almost put me in Ravenclaw because of my brilliant mind.” teased Harry, eyes twinkling over at Ginny.
Ginny stared at Harry, watching him try to stifle a grin at her. “I am not that gullible, Harry. I bet that hat spent one second on top of that head of yours and sorted you right into Gryffindor.”
Harry shook his head at her. “Something like that,” he muttered. With a sigh, he continued, “Okay. Poem. Let’s do this. We also probably shouldn’t say Sirius just in case the card ends up in the wrong hands.” He leaned forward across the table and whispered down so Ginny had to lean forward to hear him. His woodsy scent that reminded her of a mix of broom polish and crisp autumn air filled her lungs. “He wants us to call him Snuffles.”
“Snuffles?” Ginny asked, her voice coming out a little higher than intended. “Why?”
“I-,” Harry paused, thinking. “I honestly don’t think I want to know.”
Ginny threw her head back and laughed. Her heart filled with warmth. She enjoyed the banter her and Harry had. Back and forth. She was glad she made the decision to join him tonight. Listening to Hermione when she told her to relax around him was the best advice she had ever given. Smartest witch of her age indeed.
“Hmmmm…” Ginny hummed to herself. “Wait, how old is he going to be?”
Harry paused, doing mental math in his head, “uh, 36 I think. I hope.”
Ginny nodded to herself, “Okay, and what are some things you appreciate about him?”
This gave Harry a pause. He leaned back into the couch and stared into the embers of the slowly dying fire. Ginny could almost hear the thoughts whirling around in his head. She almost felt like she was intruding on a moment for him. “Er,” Harry said, clearing his throat, “I like that he is so obviously a Gryfindor. I appreciate his humor and wit, but also the way he supports me. I- I never really had a father figure that I can remember, and Sirius, well he guided me through the shitstorm that was last year and this year now too.”
Ginny reached under the table and gave Harry’s ankle a gentle squeeze of encouragement. Smiling up with reassurance, “That’s really nice Harry. I am glad he can be that person for you. Why don’t we start with something like… “
Witty, brave, and supportive, what a great mix.
Cheers to the man turning 36.
To celebrate, I made this card with bows and ruffles
Happy Birthday to my dogfather, Snuffles
Harry laughed as he wrote the final line of the poem. “Brilliant, Ginny! Ravenclaw would have fought for a mind like yours.”
“Nah, Ravenclaw probably took one look at my mind and thought that it was too vulgar. I don’t think I have ever heard a Ravenclaw swear, and I say shite and fuck way too much to be censored.”
“Well I am glad Gryffindor appreciates your vulgar mind.”
Ginny beamed up at Harry, cheeks flushing with happiness at the compliment. “Okay, so now the poem is written, I will need you to sing it!”
“Wait, what.”
Ginny stared blankly at Harry’s now pale face. Holding her grin in. Letting Harry really think that he would have to warm up his vocal cords. Harry stared back, his bright green eyes widened with fear. Ginny could swear she could see hues of gold intermixed with the green in the flickering firelight. A beat passed between them, and Ginny felt like the air evaporated from her lungs.
“I am totally shitting you, right now. It is just a spell.” Ginny said, voice only slightly breathless. She ignored the rush of blood in her ears, and pointed her wand at the card, “Verba Cantorela.”
“Fuck you,” Harry laughed, lightly kicking Ginny under the table. She joined, laughing with him. The card started to sing their poem back at them in a beautiful chorus.
This was something she could get used to. Hanging out with Harry. Laughing with Harry. Ginny was sure if Harry would ever like her in the way she used to want. But that is fine because she is totally, 100% over him. Yet moments like this, where she felt warm all over and her heart, she could pretend. And Harry had an air of carefreeness about himself that she had not seen most of term.
The warmth she felt faded when she looked over at her unfinished essay.
“Ah, fuck.”
“Hmm?”
“How much do you know about healing charms?” Ginny asked, hopefully.
“All I know is that I don’t trust Gilderoy Lockhart performing them.”
“Honestly, Professor Flitwick might accept that. I only have about…” Ginny picked up her parchment and squinted at it, “oh, a foot left. I can just ask Hermione at breakfast tomorrow morning and finish it during the first period. I don’t have Charms until after lunch.”
“I can try to help,” Harry said sheepishly. “In theory, I did this assignment last year at some point. What are you working on?”
Ginny pulled out her planner from underneath the collection of ribbon scattered on the table so she could read the essay prompt. “Healing charms for small body parts, and the best time to use each one. The example Flitwick gave was healing missing fingernails, broken noses, or missing ears.” Ginny said. “Personally, I can understand losing a fingernail or breaking a nose, but I want to meet the witch or wizard that manages to get an entire ear chopped off.”
Harry tugged at his messy mop of hair. “Probably the unfortunate side effect of a hair-cutting spell gone haywire.”
Ginny’s eyes twinkled up at Harry, “You would know all about unfortunate haircuts.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed at her, but the grin did not slip from his lips. “Rude. I thought you wanted my help.”
“I do! I just need some help coming up with another healing charm or two. I’ve exhausted everything I know about the bandage and stitching charms.”
“As someone who has visited Madam Pomfrey their fair share, Episkey is a fantastic spell.”
Ginny nearly banged her head on the table. Episkey was the first spell they learned in this unit, she handed in a 3 foot essay on that charm alone last week. “Oh duh! Thanks Harry, you’re a lifesaver!”
Harry grinned at her, “Hermione does say that I have a saving people thing. So I am glad someone appreciates it.”
“Of course I appreciate you, Harry. I think I can handle the rest of the essay.”
“In that case, I think I might head up to bed.” Harry yawned. “Night, Gin. Thanks for the help with the card, I really appreciate it.”
“Night, Harry. Thank you for the essay help.” Ginny waved as Harry went up the stairwell to the boys dormitory. Ginny found herself humming to the tune of Sirius’s birthday card as she finished up her essay. That was number three. Three times he called her Gin tonight. It was nothing special really, but it sounded sweet to Ginny’s ears.
