No 10 with Hinny, pretty please ❤️
A/N: short little something or other, hopefully it satisfies :) :) Inspired by @blvnk-art‘s comic (though not exactly lifted)
10. “Calm down, I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.”
“So you’re telling me, McGonagall’s little ‘chat’ was really a subterfuge?”
Harry drapes himself over the lumpy sofa that takes pride of place in his living room and reaches for Ginny.
Once she’s snuggled against his chest, legs tangled with his, he continues, “I get there and Peeves is waiting to greet me in the entrance hall.”
“This is not the hilarity fest I was promised when I was told ordering dinner had to wait.”
Undeterred, Harry scratches at Ginny’s scalp, sliding his fingers to massage the base of her skull in tight circles. “Calm down, dear. I haven’t even got to the best part yet.”
“Fine. Go on.”
“So I’m waiting and then McGonagall’s says I had ‘perfect timing’ and before I know it somehow I’m in front of a bunch of third years going all goggly-eyed.”
Ginny hums, though whether it’s to encourage the storytelling or the massage is unclear at present, so he does both. “And apparently I’m supposed to teach the little prats.”
“You loved it, don’t lie,” Ginny teases, “Also, can’t really blame them for being a bit moony-eyed. You’re a lot for the thirteen year old brain to handle.”
Harry laughs, “I dunno, third year Ginny had no problem turning me down for the Yule Ball.”
Pinching his side, Ginny snuggles closer, “Just continue the story Professor - I hope you weren’t this long winded in class.”
“I was a damn delight, thank you very much,” Harry defends, “Had a little wanker sassing McGonagall.”
“She’s a tough one, not like she can’t handle a little troublemaker - you should know that.”
“He’s a little arsehole,” Harry amends, pressing a kiss to Ginny’s forehead, “So he tries it on me - going all ‘So you weren’t thirteen when you killed that Basilisk, right? It’s just a load of trumped up garbage, right?’”
Ginny laughs, “So how’d you shut down the little bugger?”
“Said he was correct - I was twelve.”
“Don’t sass the sass master.”
“Exactly.”
