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Hinny things I can’t help but think about

One day Harry and Ginny are sharing what their favorite birthdays were and Harry say his 11th because it was when he met Hagrid and found out he was a wizard. He makes an offhand comment about how it was the first time he ever got a birthday cake. This breaks Ginny’s heart so she goes all out for every future birthday so he never feels forgotten again.

Harry and Ginny hold hands a lot. They don’t even notice it. They just reach for each other when they see each other. It started after the war when Ginny needed reassurance he was still alive and he needed to believe he wasn’t dreaming her up. She also kisses the back of his hand where it’s scarred a lot.

Harry kissed Ginny every time he leaves for work. One day he forgets and Ginny sets a up a candlelight dinner for when he comes home because she worries they aren’t connecting. He hates he made her worry so he makes sure he doesn’t forget again.

whenever Harry can’t make a harpies game because he’s on a mission or she’s abroad he sends flowers the morning of to wish her luck.

Sirius and Remus were up one night at grimmuld place (book 5 era ) and were debating if Harry and Hermione would end up together. Remus who admires hermione thinks they will but Sirius say he’ll end up with Ginny because she a firecracker and Harry need someone fun. Plus potters like redheads. Remus catches Harry staring at Ginny at Christmas the next year and notices him blush when she pulls the maggot from his hair and Remus smiles thinking Sirius was right and that it was the same way James would stare at Lily.

sometimes I feel nuts for thinking about this stuff but tumblr reminds me I’m not the only one.

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hinny hc <3

It happens not long after they get married.

Harry pinched the sleeve of the shirt Ginny was wearing and said, "this right here... this is my shirt."

Ginny shook her head, "I don't know what you're talking about..."

Harry hummed. Long and low, and Ginny kissed him because that's what Ginny did to get away with things.

"You see right here?" Ginny showed him the name embroidered on the left side of the chest, "see what it says?"

"Potter."

"Yup, that's me. Ginevra Weasley Potter for you."

"Mhm..." he winced, "are you called Harry too? It says Harry Potter on the back..."

Ginny stared at him for a long beat, her lips pursed, as the both of them try not to smile. Finally, with a seriousness that would convince anyone, she blurts out, "Harry's my middle name."

And that did it. It took Harry five full minutes to stop laughing.

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In a few years... Written for @hinnymicrofic, november prompt 9: Teddy

Ginny paused with Harry’s birthday gift in her hands, wondering what her mum was looking it. She stood beside her mum and followed her gaze to… Harry, holding his baby godson. He was smiling down at Teddy, cooing at him softly as Andromeda watched on.

“He’s handsome with a baby in his arms, isn’t he?” Molly said without looking away.

Ginny’s eyes widened. “… Mum.”

“Isn’t he?” Molly glanced at her.

She nodded. “Sure. You remember I am sixteen?”

Molly shot her a firm look. “In a few years…” She refolded the napkin she was holding.

Ginny shook her head and walked on. Harry looked up as she neared him.

She held up the gift. “We’re trading.”

Harry freed up one hand and took the gift from her. She carefully took up the baby, making sure to support his head. She rested him in her arms.

“Oh look, he’s got green eyes for the occasion!” Ginny commented. “Do you know it’s your godfather’s birthday? Yes, you do!” She looked back up to Harry, who was watching them instead of opening his gift. “Go on, open it.”

Harry nodded, finding the seam of the paper to open it.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she mumbled. “Or my mum will ask you about grandchildren.

Harry looked up in surprise, his cheeks colouring red. “We’re too young for that.” He looked back at the gift, finishing ripping the paper. “In a few years…”

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@hinnymicrofic prompt 27: Hoody

“Ron, you idiot!” Ginny scream rang through the house. Ron had just spilled water on Ginny and he looked like he was trying to hold back his laughter.

“Sorry, Ginny! It was an accident!” Ron tried to defend himself, but Harry knew there was no way Ginny would forgive him just yet.

“No, you were!”

Harry snorted in laughter as she stormed upstairs while Ron shook his head at her. “Completely mental,” he muttered.

Harry chuckled. “I can’t believe she just called you an accident.”

“Oh, shut up, Harry.”

When she came back downstairs, muttering something about hating Ron, Harry almost chocked on his own water.

She was wearing his Quidditch hoodie.

Ginny Weasley was wearing his Quidditch hoodie.

She looked beautiful in it as she did in everything, and Harry couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“I hope you don’t mind I stole one of your hoodies, Harry.”

Harry’s mouth took a while to catch up with his brain. “…it’s okay, I don’t mind.”

Ginny smiled at him and Harry swore he felt his whole body warm up. “Thanks, Harry.”

Merlin, he wanted to kiss her so bad, it was unbelievable.

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Can I Hug You?

Summary: Harry and Ginny reunite in the Great Hall after the Battle of Hogwarts. Mini One-Shot.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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The Great Hall was crowded, but all Harry could see was Ginny standing before him. She looked up to him, her light brown eyes filled with tears.

“I thought I’d never see you again.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but found he couldn’t. There was too much he wanted to say to her, so much he wanted to express… but no words came out.

She moved towards him gingerly, as if not believing he was truly there. She spoke in a soft whisper.

“Oh Harry... I thought you were dead.”

Every pair of eyes in the Great Hall were on him and he didn’t notice… it was like that moment where they kissed for the first time in the Gryffindor common room, a lifetime ago. The restless hall faded; the entire world went with it. All he could see was her... There was nobody else. There was never anybody else.

He needed her touch, to know that she was real, to know that she wasn’t going to be ripped away from him. He finally found the words he wanted to say.

“Gin… can I hug you?”

Ginny blinked, and gave him the ghost of a small smile.

“You don’t have to ask Harry. I’m always going to say yes.”

He felt a blush creep to his face, but it was comfortable and warm. It reminded him that he was still very much alive.

And so he pulled her into his arms. Harry held onto her so tightly, burying his head into her hair that still smelled so sweet. He never wanted to let her go. This embrace was the safest he could ever remember feeling.

He never wanted this moment to end, never wanted her to be away from him again, and yet he heard himself saying...

“You can always change your mind Gin.”

Ginny pulled away just enough to gaze up at him. Her eyes were filled with tears, and yet her look was burning. They both very well knew what he was talking about.

“It’s a lot,” he started. “I’m a lot. He’s gone, but it’ll always be… I’ll always be–”

Ginny put her hand gently over his mouth, and Harry felt the hairs raise on the back of his neck.

“I’m never changing my mind. Not ever.”

With this, Harry thought inexplicably of the moments before he thought his life was going to end, how his very last thoughts were of kissing the girl in front of him. Harry wanted so many things now that he had the rest of his life to live… and they could all be consolidated down to one person. Ginny.

“Me neither.” And without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her. That's how it always was.

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Prompt 19:Win

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The cozy atmosphere of Potter Manor's kitchen enveloped Harry and Ginny as they engaged in a friendly board game. The table was scattered with cards, and the competition was fierce, though lighthearted.

Ginny smirked, surveying the cards in her hand. "I think this is my winning move."

Harry raised an eyebrow, feigning confidence. "Oh, really? Let's see you try."

With a flourish, Ginny played her card, and the tension in the room heightened. The outcome of this game seemed to hang in the balance, and for a moment, all other thoughts faded away.

As the final moves were made, Ginny grinned, laying down the decisive card. "I win!"

Harry mockingly groaned, but his eyes sparkled with amusement. "Well played, Gin."

Their laughter echoed through the manor as they reset the game for another round. In the simple joy of a board game, victory was sweet but shared, and the true prize was the warmth of their connection—a reminder that even in the smallest triumphs, the magic of their love always emerged as the ultimate win.

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"i wasn't blushing! it was hot out." "it is literally snowing outside as we speak are you joking."

a quick @hinnymicrofic - scene

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“Mate, can you stop looking at my sister like that?”

“I’m not,” Halley insisted. She turned her head too quickly. She kept seeing Ginny’s bright hair falling around her shoulders, the enchanted fairylights giving her a slight halo. It was so romantic that it felt like the same scene came straight from a patented Daydream Charm.

Ron said, “You’re blushing.”

“It’s warm out! Er…it’s from the weather...”

Without blinking, Ron reached up, pulled at a low-hanging branch, and dumped a terrifying amount of snow on Halley’s head. As she spluttered, he asked if that was warm enough for her.

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Not an easy feet Written for @hinnymicrofic, January prompt 17: Feet “Bollocks, bickering, bints“ Ginny turned towards the curses coming from their living room, unable to contain her giggles “Is… Is everything okay Harry?” she hoped he wouldn’t hear the obvious laughter through her question. “Nothing is okay, I stubbed my god-forsaken toe again.” She watched him as he dramatically limped into the kitchen, and she still couldn’t contain her smirk. “Don’t say anything.” Harry looked positively livid as he leaned onto the doorway now clutching his left foot in his hands.

Ginny still looked amused “You know I…” “Yes, Yes I do know! But not now please Gin.” Harry grunted, his eyes clearly checking over his still-raised foot. Ginny only shook her head in amusement. “Which one was it this time?” And on which piece of furniture do I have to install the cushioning now?” Harry’s back slowly slid down the doorway as he sat down on his bum, “The pinkie one...” “...Again.” Ginny finished for him, amusement still edged onto her face, as Harry continued without even looking up. “…And it was the blasted old coffee table again, the one that Aunt Muriel gave us for our wedding.” His head fell back against the doorway, his eyes closed while he still clutched his left foot in his hands “I told you to throw it out about nine times already, I knew you would stub your toes on it. And that’s not even regarding  the fact that it is positively hideous!” Harry only let out a long sigh, as he turned towards Ginny, and their eyes met. “Yes I know, and you’re right, but I just couldn’t throw it away when it was a gift.” Ginny’s gaze softened and she stepped towards him plopping herself down next to him, and his head instinctively fell onto her chest “I know it’s not easy for you to get rid of gifts, you told me about those tossers of your aunt and uncle who never gave you anything…”  “…but you don’t have to feel bad, I am certain Aunt Muriel just wanted to get rid of it, and used the opportunity to pass it onto us.” She slowly ran her fingers through his hair and Harry let out another sigh “You know me so well Gin, you always do.” Ginny smiled as she kept massaging his scalp tenderly. “Yes, I do, Harry.”