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I have an HC for you folks. When Ginny tells Harry she's pregnant the very first time, this is his reaction-

Ginny: Harry, I'm pregnant *shows him the test*

Harry: wOt?

Ginny: yeah... are you not happy? *bites back a little tear*

Harry: I couldn't be happier baby *sheds a tear and hugs her*

*after like a few hours they're snuggling in bed and talking*

Harry: Gin, can we name this baby 'aCtUaL pRoOf I hAd SeX wItH gINnY wEaSley'

Ginny:

Harry:

Ginny:

Harry: please *cries*

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HINNY HEADCANNON

Ginny was definitely that girlfriend who would get mad at Harry for something he did in her dream. Like omfg I feel it. Here's a little drabble  of what would happen.

"Harry?" Ginny said as she walked outside the bedroom and made way downstairs to the kitchen where Harry stood shirtless whisking pancake batter. "Morning sunshine," he said, walked toward her and gave her a kiss. She didn't kiss him back and pulled away. "Don't you sunshine me Potter!" she pouted and stepped back, "are these pancakes a sorry for cheating on me with your secretary?!" Harry looked confused. "What are you talking about? You think I would cheat on you, with that dumb bitch of a secretary of mine?" He said and grabbed her hands. "I had a dream last night that you cheated on me!" She pouted even more and he immediately hugged her. Still having her engulfed in his arms he said, "Ginerva Weasley! You're the only woman in the entire world that I will ever sleep with! I love you Gin, so so much, you're the hottest, most brilliant woman I've ever laid my eyes on. Talk about cheating, I don't even want to look at other women when I'm with you!" He slightly smiled. "Really, even when I look so absolutely disgusting in your old sweatshirt, shorts and an absolute mess of a bun?" She frowned into his arm. "Actually Gin, I think this is your best look!" He pulled away from the hug and gave her a short kiss on the lips. "I still don't trust you Potter, I'm coming to work with you today." She grinned and ran her hands down his muscled chest. "Do you not trust me, or just want to spend a day with me?" He grinned back. "You caught me, now where are my pancakes, you need to apologise for cheating on me after all," she pouted again. "Is that enough of an apology or do I need to do something else as well?" he smirked. That smirk would kill Ginny for sure one day. "I'll decide later," she said as Harry picked her up bridal style, "Harry!" He pushed away everything on the kitchen counter with one hand. He placed her down and pulled her sweatshirt off. "Baby, I'll show you an apology."

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Hinny and Romione Headcannon

I feel like Romione would be the couple who would wait until their wedding night to have sex together for the first time. On the other hand, Hinny would be the couple who would have sex with each other within the first week they got together. It would be so good the first time, they wouldn’t be able to keep their hands off and would, in the beginning have sex every night, gradually increasing to twice a day or even more sometimes. Many writers portray Romione as this couple who’s so in love, but in my opinion that’s Harry and Ginny. They would have a crazy amount of PDA and it would drive Ron and Hermione crazy. I also think Harry and Ginny would be caught shagging a lot of times and Ginny’s brothers would threaten Harry about it.

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THE TRIP 'ALONE'

i got this random idea for a drabble and thought it was so hinny. so there we go:

“Ginny Potter. Be safe! Call me as soon as you get there! Face-time me twice a day, I love you,” Harry said standing at the airport, his hands on my shoulders, shaking me after every sentence. Fuck. He looked so hot. He stepped closer, and murmured in my ear, “If I see a single scratch anywhere on your body when you are back, I swear the person who gave it to you should be ready to die,” he growled and pulled away. Shit, I was shivering. Oh, by the way, I was going to my cousin’s house for her wedding. I was going for 4 days and this goodbye speech was getting me (extremely) riled up. He wasn’t coming because he had some important Auror stuff to do. This place was only a few hours away on the road and 45 minutes away by flight. This was my first trip alone after marriage. It has been 4 months of our marriage. All 4 of these months we had driven everyone around us crazy with our PDA. According to mum the newlywedly love was supposed to reduce after two months, but everyday, we were going at it like it was our honeymoon. “Boarding starts in 5 minutes…” he said looking at the board, “You’re staying at your cousin's place right?” He was just saying normal sentences, how could a man have this impact on me. “Y-Yeah, I’m staying at my c-cousin’s,” I cleared my throat and replied. He looked back and smirked. He said with genuinity in his eyes, “I’ll miss you, unimaginably, for everything,” his smirk softened and an announcement was made that my flight was ready to be boarded. “I’ll miss you too Harry. I love you!” I said with a cracking voice (not because I was crying; because I was extremely ‘wet’ somewhere else). I kissed him full on the lips. Pulled away (after idk how long; probably too long; the people were giving us the eyes when we stopped), took my suitcase from his hand and started walking. “CALL ME AS SOON AS YOU LAND! I LOVE YOU GINNY POTTER!” he almost screamed when I walked a few steps away.

My flight landed right on time. I met Bill (who was there to pick me up) at the airport and I ran to hug him. On our way out, we got ice-cream and burgers and we took the long way to her house. It was pretty large and had a lot of rooms. We went inside and I congratulated my cousin. Met everyone around and settled into my room. Tonight we were going out for dinner. I took a bath and freshened up. It had been about 2 hours since I had been here. I opened my phone to check my messages and realised it was dead. I didn’t pay much mind and plugged it in. I went out all ready to party and remembered I had to call Harry. I thought it wasn’t a big deal and just went on with my ministrations. We were all caught up at home and it was time to leave for dinner. By this time I had forgotten all about calling Harry, assuming I had already done so. Almost everyone was already out and in the cars. I went upstairs and grabbed my phone. I opened the main door, “WHAT?!” I screamed. There he was, standing there looking angry and tired. I had butterflies in my stomach but it was erupting with anger too. I stopped a little blush from coming to my cheeks. “You’re okay,” he sighed and hugged me. I literally threw him away. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU HARRY JAMES POTTER!?” I said, extremely loudly. They heard me shout and Bill, George, Angelina and Aunt Muriel ran downstairs. “You didn’t call me, or take any of my calls. You didn’t call for an entire hour, I was scared and I drove here,” he said with equal anger. “ARE YOU CRAZY? You drove here because I didn’t call you! That is so rhetorical Harry Potter!” I shouted back. “Gin, I was worried! It was impulsive, sorry, I know it's not okay, I was worried okay?!” he said, and tried to grab my hand but I stepped away. “You could’ve called one of my brothers, but you didn’t have the decency to do that, did you? You could’ve waited another hour!” I said back as he tried to hold my arm again, I didn’t let him and took another step back. “Gin, don’t make a scene let’s talk about it, somewhere else, hmm?” he said, somehow sounding angry and calm at the same time. “Yeah let's ‘talk about it,” I said, making air quotes and walking away to my room. He followed behind. I was so irritated by this man right now. This was honestly so embarrassing and the fact that Bill, Angelina, Aunt Muriel and all, saw it happen! I opened the door to my room and walked inside. He took a step inside being a few steps away from me. He closed the door and cast a silencing charm. “That was so fucking embarrassing Harry! Didn’t a single rational thought cross your mind before you drove all the way here, to check if I was okay nonetheless?! I’m not a bloody child, I can take care of myself. Didn’t it occur to you that I was caught up so I couldn’t call? You have got to stop being so overprotective!” I screamed. “You know what, forgive me that I’m so in love with you I don’t have a single rational thought when it comes to you. Forgive me that I can’t stand the thought of being without you for 4 days. Forgive me for showing up today. Forgive me for being so fucking impulsive. Forgive me that I care about you so much and would never forgive myself if anything happened to you!” he growled and pinned me to the wall. Not gonna lie, I was extremely turned on by this. His speech, and the fact that he left work and drove all the way here to only check if I was okay. He looked so genuine, so hot, while he had me pinned. One of his hands above my head, our bodies stuck together and our mouth inches apart. God, was this sexy. Fights were like foreplay to us, we got mad, we screamed, something (much like the thing going on right now; the whole pinned to the wall thing) happened and we ended up naked. Don’t get me wrong, we’d just shagged once today, in the morning. It was pretty miraculous that we were able to stop after round 1, knowing that we wouldn’t be able to shag for another 4 days. I lightly brushed my lips against his and said into his mouth, “I’m sorry to scream at you, I understand Potter. It was a big step that you took, driving all

the way here, so macho of you. Even though I fail to admit it, it was extremely hot when you came back. Looked so genuine and sexy, just perfect,” I said and bit his bottom lip. His phone rang, suddenly. Way to spoil the moment, stupid muggle device. He picked up and stayed on the line listening for a moment. “DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND! MY WIFE WAS NOT ALRIGHT-” he shouted, waited a minute, “Thanks for understanding, I’ll see you Monday,” he put the phone down. “What happened to your wife?” I said leaning against the wall with a smirk. “Oh! She’s very sick! Very far away from me too!” he replied, taking a step forward and pinning my back again. “Is she now?” I grinned and he bit my lip hard. “Not anymore,” he grinned. “Well, sorry for showing up unannounced. I just can’t deny myself a chance to see your beautiful face and do this,” he said, kissing me passionately on the lips. I thought I would melt. Even though it hadn't been too long we’d gone without kissing and we could go longer, I was craving this feeling so much. God. This man would be the end of me, he had so much impact on me for the tiniest things, I don’t know how we would go without this for 4 days. We would probably be at it for an entire day afterward. I switched positions wanting to take control but he had other plans. He threw me onto the bed and climbed on top of me.

We were going at it, hard and fast when we heard the door open with a creak. Fuck. Not one of my brothers please. “I did not just see my sister’s arse.” Bill whined and shut his eyes. Oh my god. Harry quickly pulled out and I ran into the bathroom. He covered his lower body with the bedsheet which was still folded and on the foot of the bed. “Bill, uh- I- you- a-are you okay?” I heard Harry stutter. “Are you decent yet?” Bill said with his back faced toward Harry. “Y-Yeah,” Harry hesitated and Bill turned forward. “I thought you were fighting?” he asked with widened eyes. “Uh, y-yeah we solved that,” Harry said, shoving his glasses up, “We’ll be down i-in a few minutes.” He finished and Bill made a disgusted face and left. “Gin! He’s gone,” Harry said and I walked out in a towel, “This is so not good. I’m going back to London, your brothers are going to kill me.” I looked down at him. “No, you’re staying, I’ll handle them,” I replied. “Gin, they’re going to-” I cut him off with a kiss and pulled away after a few seconds, “Is it such a surprise that we shag? We’re married, Harry. For god’s sake. We’ve been caught shagging by almost everyone, even when we were not married. It’s not our fault we can’t keep our hands off each other.” I said and kissed him again. He grinned into the kiss and bit my lip.

We finished our shenanigans in a matter of minutes, got dressed and went downstairs, hand in hand with Harry. “Dinner?” I asked my brothers cheerfully. “Sure sis,” George said and grinned. After a very awkward dinner, me and Harry departed to our room. This trip ‘alone’ sure was worth it.

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give me hinny fic recs

YES HINNY HERE YOU GO

can you light the fire?: the first fic i bookmarked on ao3. its a modern au and i love it so much just *chefs kiss* and there's some harry and ron friendship too which is written so well

for a pessimist, i'm pretty optimistic by @annerbhp : its canon divergent and one of my favourite tropes "there's only one bed". awesome read

Come Stay for the Summer by @ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey: hinny texting fic!!! this is the only texting fic for this ship i have found and i love it so much. its funny and i love harry's character in this.

Summer 1996 by @captainyellowsturm : cannot rec this enough!!! a hbp missing moment fic on how harry and ginny get close before his 6th year. i reread this often

Perpendicular: probably the best canon divergent hinny fic i have ever read.

Let Me love & you got me, runaway by @stuckwith-harry: this is like my favourite hinny fic EVER. a fwb to lovers. you have to read this without fail. i have reread this like a 100 times.

long story short by @remusloopins: canon divergent fic. set in hbp. love to reread this from time to time. you have to read this too.

the wolf's just a puppy (and the door's double-locked) by @pebblysand: post war. this fic is just. i can't even describe how much i love this fic. so well written. i cried reading this.

manifesto by @could-have-beens: this fic is so awesome. its short but its definetely in my favourites. you have to read this. this has also made me cry.

The Thief by @remedialpotions : canon divergent. murder mystery. harry and ginny are both aurors. i just love case fics and this one is done so briliiantly. read the tags before you start though.

all around you by @theroomofreq : modern, college au. meet cute. ginny is a football player and harry is her no1 fan. this was so cute. i was smiling the whole time.

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It's such an honor to be on this awesome list!

Thanks for the rec ❤

[ginny-anime]

Ginny: so harry are you going to kiss me under the mistletoe or what?

Harry: nah I’m trying to rail the fuck out of you under the mistletoe.

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Get itttt

[liminalentities]

Ginny: Describe yourself in 1 word

Harry: Yours.

Ginny, tearing up: Simp

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I love ittt

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I have an HC for you folks. When Ginny tells Harry she's pregnant the very first time, this is his reaction-

Ginny: Harry, I'm pregnant *shows him the test*

Harry: wOt?

Ginny: yeah... are you not happy? *bites back a little tear*

Harry: I couldn't be happier baby *sheds a tear and hugs her*

*after like a few hours they're snuggling in bed and talking*

Harry: Gin, can we name this baby 'aCtUaL pRoOf I hAd SeX wItH gINnY wEaSley'

Ginny:

Harry:

Ginny:

Harry: please *cries*

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Ginny and Harry at their place with Ron over doing random stuff. Cooking or smthg idk. No one is rlly paying attention to each other (except hinny to each other ofc)

Ginny: Harry come here for a second honey...

*she was pretty quiet but somehow Ron still heard her*

Ron: What is it Gin?

Ginny: *calmly* nothing. Just need Harry's opinion on something

Ron: you don't need my opinion?

Ginny: Not really Ron..?

Ron: come on tell me!

Ginny: Okay I'll ask you Ronald! *huffs* which do you think your best mate would like to fuck me?!

*holds up two pieces of lingerie*

*Harry grins and chuckles*

Harry: The white one *winks*

Ron: NoOoOoOoO!!

Ron:

Ron: I'm sorry! Bye!! *apparates away*

Harry and Ginny laugh for like 10 minutes

Harry: Honestly, keep them both *laughs and winks*

Ginny: you knew I would do that anyway *kisses him and casually gets back to what she was doing.* *Harry grunts, picks her up bridal style and walks to the bedroom*

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will you ever draw nsfw hinny again? it's sad that you taken down the stuff on 'blissfulblvnk'

Yes, I went back drawing bits of their intimate life, I'm only posting on @blissfulblvnk twitter!

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Heyy!! I'm not able to look at any of the drawings on @blissfulblvnk on Twitter or Tumblr. Please help me out I absolutely love your work and I'm new to this!! 😫💖

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Hey! I was wondering where I could see your NSFW art... please help me out I'm new to Tumblr!! I love your work btw.

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we were set up on a blind date but it went horribly, so now you message me every time you have a good date because you think your tips will help me in the future, you ass

did anyone request more carouse?

Ao3 // FFnet

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When Hermione set him up on a blind date with her boyfriend’s little sister, Harry instantly knew it was a bad idea. What he failed to understand was why exactly he had followed through.

They’d gone to a club, of all the places she could’ve chosen. Dancing, she said, I quite enjoy it, don’t you?

No, he very much did not. He was just too caught up in her deep brown eyes, in the freckles strewn all over her face, in the way she curved her lips when she smiled, a hint of mischief dangling at their corners. Yes, he was simply too caught up to tell her ‘no’.

Thus the inevitable happened and Harry really tried to offer her his best impression of dancing - until she burst with disbelief and rather completely disregarded his well intentioned efforts, Harry would say.

“Wow, mate. Are you dancing with me or against me?”

It just went spiralling from there, going from bad to worse: when he spilled his beer on her, when he stepped on her shoe and left her in a sort of modern version of Cinderella, and definitely when he started yawning in the middle of one of her stories involving an incredible number of goals scored in one match, noticed she’d become aware of his yawning and hurried to cover it by placing his hand over his mouth and hitting her smack in the face in the process.

Needless to say, Harry went home alone.

He texted Hermione something snarky, tossed his phone between the sofa cushions and threw himself into bed, ready to forget all about it.

Only that he didn’t.

Couple of days later, his phone blinked and Harry nearly spit his tea over the kitchen table as he read the text he’d received:

“Had a decent date. Bloke bought me a drink, chatted me up, and walked me home. Take some notes, Potter, quick. You desperately need them. Cheers, Ginny.”

Harry nearly called her back and gave her a piece of his mind. He couldn’t believe the cheek of her, mocking him further, taunting him like that.

But he ultimately didn’t and settled for believing that that would be that.

Only that it wasn’t.

Not one week from the incident, as Harry had named it in his mind, his phone buzzed in its stand while he was driving. Harry nearly drove straight into the car in front of him.

“This one brought me flowers. I hate roses, but he gets points for trying. We had dinner close to the Thames, very romantic. You’re writing this down, I hope. Thank me later, Ginny.”

Harry nearly swore off women after that. Then he bought the strongest coffee in all of London and proceeded to work a heavy sweat at the gym, nearly getting himself admitted into hospital with cardiac arrest.

Harry followed the doctor’s instructions and tried as best he could to just rest: he took a few days off work, read a book, chilled with something lighthearted on Netflix and was about to declare himself healed when his phone zinged, announcing a new text message and his blood pressure immediately went through the roof.

“You probably don’t know this but taking a girl to a museum and having a mean coffee after is actually very sexy. Just thought I’d let you know - you know, in case you ever attempt dating again. Good luck, Ginny.”

Harry nearly crunched the phone in his hand. Then he dialled her number and breathed angrily into the receiver until she picked up.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Harry barked. “It’s you and me, Piccadilly Square, right now. Show me what you got, wisearse.”

He hung before she could respond, felt very good about doing so, and marched out of the house, absolutely ready for a fight.

She was already there when he arrived, twiddling with a stray lock of red hair as she leaned against a brick wall. She grinned at him when she saw him, lazy and easy and thoroughly infuriating.

“Come on, now. Whip out the guns, big guy,” she giggled, hundreds of freckles dancing on her face as she did so, nose scrunched slightly.

Harry did the first thing he could think of: he walked right to her and kissed her.

His mouth slanted against hers angrily, his palm against her jaw, his lips gliding over hers as she responded with enthusiasm, her hands knotting eagerly into his tousled hair. He took her bottom lip between his own lips, dipped his head to press his mouth harder over hers and kissed her fiercely.

“How’s that for a terrible date, huh?” Harry spat as he panted, struggling to catch his breath.

She looked at him, surprised at first but recovering quickly. Ginny smirked.

“That was - that was quite decent. Should we try it again, would you say? You know, so I can really decide.”

She rose on her tippy toes and crashed her mouth to his again, deepening the kiss and sending Harry’s head spinning.

He was out of words when they broke apart several sunlit days later and simply looked at her, expectant, something new and funny growing in his stomach.

Ginny pouted a bit, playful, gaze suddenly full of innocence as her eyes locked with his.

“Yeah, more practice is absolutely necessary, I’d say. And fast.”

Harry let out a heartfelt laugh, his face breaking into a wide, toothy smile. He couldn’t believe how utterly mad, how very infuriating - and how absolutely brilliant she was.

“Now you just want to get into my pants,” Harry laughed, dipping his head to the side and sliding his hands into his pockets.

Ginny grinned again, tugging at his arm a bit and twisting his pinkie with hers as he let her take his hand, his heart beating wildly against his eardrums.

“I liked you from the very start, Harry. I simply thought you needed a bit of a push. Now come on, we’re going to mine.”

And he followed. Very, very gladly.

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I don't like the concept of hinny being almost strangers and giving each other dating advice, but I absolutely love this drabble!!

[her-blazing-look]

fun fact: ginny weasley makes harry potter’s insides dance the conga

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Harry does that to me 🦋😭😳

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Halftime

Originally written for Hinny Ficfest 2021

Prompt #10: "Smile, we're on Camera."

Read on AO3

Summary: With Ginny telling Harry that he needs to cut loose, Harry fulfills one of his childhood dreams, but gets far more than he bargained for.

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Dear Harry,

I take back any and all cheek that I might have given you while you were Captain, because you clearly had the patience of a saint to not be screaming at us the whole time. I swear, it’s like herding hippogriffs. Peakes messed up his bat hand by being careless in Potions, Dean and Demelza are more interested in flirting with each other all practice than running the bloody drills, and the less I say about our sorry excuse for a new Seeker, the better. When you joined the auror program to help the world and find purpose in life, did you not once consider how it would inconvenience ME? Honestly.

And I don’t know how you put up with sharing classes with Hermione for six years. I’ve lost count of the times she’s almost slapped me upside the head from being in such a hurry to raise her hand. It’s also very annoying that I can’t lie to her about not having any homework to get her to stop nagging me, since she now has the same schedule as me.

I miss you so much. Honestly, has the first Hogsmeade weekend ALWAYS taken this long to arrive? What the hell. I’m counting down the days until I can get you pissed in the Three Broomsticks and I can take advantage of you (insert evil laughter here).

Love,

Ginny

****

Dear Ginny,

I’m afraid I can’t join you in bad mouthing Dean for being distracted by a girl during practice, as that would make me a hypocrite. But it’s irrelevant, because you’ll score so many goals on your own that it won’t even matter who catches the Snitch. Let’s be honest, you’re a better Captain than I ever had a chance of being. At least you’ll probably play in more than one game. As much as I miss you, that makes me glad I didn’t go back to school, even if my hand is cramping from paperwork and Robards thinks I don’t deserve to be here.

I’m honestly surprised that homework lie worked on Hermione up until now. I would have guessed that she memorized every year’s schedule just so she could scold students of all years (don’t tell her I said that).

About Hogsmeade….I was actually thinking that maybe we should steer clear of the pubs and shops. Maybe we can have a picnic on the outskirts of the village. Or maybe I can instead meet you on the school grounds. I know non-students normally aren’t allowed that, but I’ve been told the school’s stern headmistress has a soft spot for me. I just think that if we’re in the Broomsticks or Honeydukes together we won’t even get through the day without cameras starting flashing. I just don’t want to add one more thing to stress you out.

Love,

Harry

****

Dear Harry,

Okay Love, this is getting ridiculous. We’ve been together for months but still haven’t gone on a single proper date. I’ve tried to be understanding, I didn’t even argue when you didn’t want to come to see me off on the platform and we had to get all our snogging in at the house, but surely you realize this can’t go on forever. I’m PROUD that I’m your girlfriend, you git. You keep saying that you don’t want to drag me into your public life, but I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that I don’t care about that. You really don’t think I can handle the occasional Witch Weekly columnist cornering me and asking me if you’re good in the sack? Don’t worry, I’ll give a glowing review.

We can’t keep hiding from the world forever, nor should we have to. So stop being such a noble prat or I absolutely WILL tell Hermione what you said about her scolding.

Love,

Ginny

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Ginny,

I know that you could handle anything the world throws at you. I know you can handle anything, but you still shouldn’t have to. It’s more about what I can handle. I know we can’t keep this secret forever, but….I don’t know, our relationship is just OURS right now. Once we’re public, it’s like we’re going to be sharing it with a thousand strangers. Half of bloody Britain had an opinion about Hermione my fourth year, and I wasn’t even ACTUALLY dating her.

This is probably like ripping off a bandage and we should just get it over with, but as long as I still have that card to play and make plans on how I’d reveal it at some point in the future, I can fool myself into thinking I’m actually in control of this part of my life. Once the press gets word about us, it’ll be chaos.

Love,

Harry

P.S. - If you tell Hermione what I said, I’ll tell Ron that you said it’s only a matter of time before he gets too fat to be an auror.

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I clearly have failed to teach you that control is grossly overrated. If you ask me, some chaos is exactly what you need. Sure, your life might have SEEMED crazy at first, but now you know you were just riding on rails the whole time. You’ve had Dumbledore, the school, the Ministry, the Order, all telling you what you can do and where you can go for your own protection, and of course the whole thing was because a bloody prophecy was running your life. Honestly, if I were you, I’d be going crazy.

And what do you take me for, a coward? I told Ron that to his face this summer, your threats mean nothing to me, peasant.

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Are you calling me boring? I AM going crazy! I’m actually leaving the house and going to the shop when I want to. 10-year-old me would have his mind blown by having more than five square feet to move around, haha.

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Nice try Harry, but we’ve both learned that using dark humor as a defense mechanism only goes so far. Your tragic backstory actually further proves my point, this truly is the first time your life has been open-ended and you don’t even know what to do with it.

You know what I think? I think you need to be impulsive. Maybe even a little spiteful. Every day, just do something you couldn’t do growing up or at school, either because it was too dangerous or illegal or because the monsters you lived with didn’t let you, or whatever (by the way, I’m totally going to kill them, it doesn’t matter what you say). Even if you don’t think you need or want to do them, do them just because you CAN now. Don’t wait to start until you can do them with me, in fact it may actually be better if you don’t. Even though we love each other, our relationship is still something you’re bound by and responsible for. You need to learn to live for no one but yourself.

Then maybe you’ll stop being such a chivalrous prat and hiding me away. Love you.

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14 November, 1998

“I think you overdid it on the shrinking charm,” said Hermione, “I’m not that taller than you.”

Ginny adjusted the denim jacket that Hermione had lent her as they walked down from the castle in the crisp autumn air. The boys had written to them and asked them to wear muggle clothes when they went down to Hogsmeade, and Ginny needed to borrow something warm that wasn’t a cloak from Hermione, and had adjusted the size with magic.

“ Hmm, ” Ginny hummed thoughtfully, “Maybe, but I didn’t want it to be baggy. I need it riding high enough so my bum is uncovered, I didn’t squeeze myself into these tight jeans for nothing.”

Hermione grimaced and rolled her eyes. “Well you might have made it so small that it doesn’t even make you warm, defeating the purpose.”

Ginny scoffed. “Hermione, we’re girls, we don’t need to rely just on clothes to keep us warm, that’s what boyfriend arms are for, obviously. ”

They approached the gate of the school, and were surprised to find their boyfriends waiting for them right there instead of in the village. Ginny was about to tell off Harry if he was continuing with his nonsense of just spending the day at the school, but her voice died and her jaw dropped when she saw the state of him.

Harry was, somehow, looking even hotter than he did the last time she saw him. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a messed-up smiley face on it and the word “NIRVANA” splashed across his chest (which looked much more toned than the last time Ginny had seen it, but she would have to run her hands over it to be sure). She was able to see it because his hands were on his hips, pushing back the black leather jacket he was wearing. From now on, he would wear nothing but leather, if Ginny had any say, and it hung beautifully on his broad shoulders (which he had now, apparently, Ginny thanked the gods for the auror training regimen).

But the thing that drew Ginny’s eyes the most was his hair. It was even more wild than usual, messier than any bedhead she had seen him with, to the point that it seemed to defy gravity, and was practically begging for a girlfriend’s fingers to be running through it.

“Oh, brother,” she heard Ron grumble. She wasn’t surprised. She wasn’t even attempting to hide how hard she was eye-shagging Harry.

Harry gulped and blushed at the look on his girlfriend’s face, and didn’t even manage to get out a polite greeting before she leapt into his arms and kissed him until he felt dizzy.

“...wow,” he gasped finally as he put her down, needing air.

“Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in muggle clothes that fit you,” said Hermione, after kissing her own boyfriend.

“Yeah, he looks weird in jeans meant for a human instead of a hippopotamus,” laughed Ron.

Harry shifted uncomfortably at the attention. “Yeah, well...that’s sort of the point.”

He turned back to Ginny. “I took your advice. I’ve been doing lots of stuff that I’ve never been allowed to do before. I actually bought a Nintendo, since I was never allowed to touch Dudley’s, or even watch him play.”

“He’s coming to regret that, though,” said Ron smugly, “since I’ve been kicking his arse at it.”

“And I also realized that I can actually buy my own clothes now,” Harry continued. “I started out just wanting to buy some jeans and shirts that fit me, but well….your dad and I finished fixing Sirius’s motorcycle, and in all the photos I’ve found of Sirius with it, he’s wearing a jacket like this. I guess it’s just what you’re supposed to wear when you ride one.”

He looked down and pulled at his t-shirt. “This is a muggle band that I found a tape of once. I managed to play it for a bit on Dudley’s old stereo he kept in his second bedroom, but I got a bit too greedy with the volume and Petunia practically shrieked like a banshee to ‘turn off that noise!’ But now I have all their music and blast it as loud as possible, just because I can, like you said.”

“And in all of this splurging, you couldn’t afford a hair comb?” chuckled Hermione, pointing to Harry’s hair.

“Hey, you shut up!” Ginny told Hermione. “Don’t listen to her, Harry, if you comb this I’ll kill you.”

“Yeah, apparently men do this on purpose now?” said Harry. “I went to get a haircut, and basically told the stylist to just do whatever she thought looked good, and she used this paste that made my hair stick out all over the place even more than it usually does, and stay there.”

He shrugged at Ginny. “You said to be spiteful, and it was fun imagining what Petunia would think if I had this growing up, so I kept it.”

“Well Harry, that is downright petty!” Ginny gasped. “I’m so proud of you!” At that, Harry’s face split into an adorably goofy grin.

“Well let’s get going,” said Hermione. “Why did you two ask us to dress muggle?”

Reluctantly, Harry pulled his eyes away from his girlfriend beaming at him. “Oh yeah, that. Well, I was actually hoping we could go to muggle London. There’s another thing I’ve been meaning to do, but I wanted all of us to go together.

Ginny’s eyes narrowed suspiciously and she looked at Harry with her hands on her hips. “Are you just trying to get me away from the magical world as part of your daft idea to protect me?”

“What? Nooooo,” said Harry guiltily, “It’s not about that!”

Ginny didn’t move a muscle except to raise one eyebrow.

“....okay it’s not only about that. Come on, muggle public is still public, it’s a step in the right direction, work with me here, Gin.”

“I for one don’t mind staying clear of Harry’s admirers, personally,” said Ron, offering his arm to Hermione to Apparate.

“Alright,” grumbled Ginny, “but you’re not off the hook about this!”

She looped her arm through Harry’s, he turned on the spot, and she winced as she felt the squeeze of Apparition.

When they landed, Ginny was immediately aware of all the sounds and smells that came with the truly absurd number of people that lived together in muggle society. That was the thing about muggles that always blew her mind, just how many there were. She heard the shuffling of thousands of footsteps and a cacophony of car horns, and smelled smog. The first thing she saw, however, was just a brick wall. They had Apparated in an alleyway.

“Come on,” said Harry, and took her by the hand. He led her out onto a bustling pavement, and across the street Ginny saw an enormous stadium. Everywhere, there were billboards and banners in red and white, adorned with the emblem of a red rose. Across the entrance to the stadium, where a huge crowd of people, mostly dressed in white, were passing through turnstiles, were giant letters spelling out “WELCOME TO TWICKENHAM.”

“Oh Harry, this is a great idea!” said Hermione cheerfully as they started crossing the street towards the entrance.

“Wait, what’s going on?” asked Ginny, “What made you want to come here?”

Harry sighed as they continued to walk. “Growing up, Dudley always loved a muggle sport called rugby. Actually...no, I don’t think he loved the actual sport, he just loved watching big ugly blokes hit each other really hard. His favorite part of the matches were the brawls that would occasionally break out. That might be why he eventually lost interest in the sport and took up boxing instead, cutting out the middleman, I guess.

They got in line at the entrance to the stadium and Harry handed out tickets that he had bought to the three of them.

“Anyway,” Harry continued, “Petunia and Vernon would take Dudley to all the England games. They really tried to foster his interest in it, I think maybe so that he might actually want to play.”

He paused for a moment and then chuckled. “But that was never going to happen. Dudley can’t run for eight seconds, much less eighty minutes. The sport also kind of has a stigma for being for stuffy upper-class people—”

“Yeah, that tracks,” grumbled Ron. “Your dad said he played this game, right Hermione?” She swatted his arm.

“So that was the other reason the Dursleys liked the game, it fit nicely into the image they obsessively crafted about themselves,” continued Harry, with an edge in his voice. “But of course, that image had no room for me in it. They couldn’t very well be seen with a boy who looked like a street urchin in raggy hand-me-downs, so every England game I got handed off to Mrs. Figg while little Dudders got to shout obscenities at the opposing players and referee to his heart’s content.”

Ginny gave his hand a comforting squeeze, and his furrowed brow relaxed again. He shook himself out of his mood and cleared his throat.

“Anyway, Ginny’s been telling me to indulge myself more, so I thought I’d finally see what all the fuss is about, just because I can now. I wanted it to be a surprise, but in hindsight I really should have asked you both first, I won’t get my feelings hurt if you want to go back to Hogsmeade.”

“Oh, don’t you start that again!” Ginny scolded him.

“This is an excellent idea, Harry,” said Hermione. “I’m always telling these two they should learn more about muggles.”

Once they were in the stadium, Harry started guiding them towards the section with their seats, but Ron made to go towards one of the many food kiosks.

“Ron, I know there’s no way you didn’t eat lunch before picking us up,” groaned Hermione. “Even you can’t possibly be hungry again already.”

“Hey, you just said I needed to learn more about muggles!” said Ron defensively. “I’m going to get right on that, starting with learning about their selections of beer.”

Hermione crossed her arms. “Oh, really, you got a muggle driver’s license while I’ve been away? How do you plan to prove that you’re over eighteen?”

Ron frowned in confusion. “Why the bloody hell would it matter if I’m over eighteen?”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Harry, Ginny, go find our seats. Ron, go buy the food, I’ll get us some drinks.”

Eventually, they were all seated, in a great spot that Harry knew with satisfaction even the Dursleys had never sprung for, with Harry sitting between Ginny and Hermione, with Ron on Hermione’s other side. Ron was balancing a sample of nearly every concession in the stadium, Ginny was bouncing excitedly on the edge of her seat, and Harry wore a contented smile as the England team marched out onto the field alongside the Netherlands, greeted by the roar of the crowd.

“Brr, it’s a little cold,” said Ginny, exaggerating her shiver a bit and looking sideways.

“Oh, come here,” said Harry, with genuine concern, and wrapped his arm around her.

She sighed as she melted into him. “Much better.”

“You cold too, love?” Ron asked Hermione. “These muggle clothes aren’t as warm as a cloak.”

“No, I cast a warming charm on myself before we left,” Hermione said casually.

“Oh…” said Ron, his face falling. Hermione rolled her eyes, took his hand, and wrapped her boyfriend’s arm around her.

As the anthems started playing, the four of them enthusiastically attempted to sing along, despite the fact that Hermione was the only one of them who knew the words to “God Save the Queen,” and blushed with embarrassment at the offended looks they earned from the fans around them.

Right from kickoff, Ginny was surprised by how much she enjoyed a game where all of the players were stuck on the ground. It was true that there was a great deal of ugly blokes hitting each other, but there was also a good bit of far prettier blokes pulling off long, elaborate passing plays that honestly made Ginny feel jealous and start taking mental notes, and whenever the players started launching kicks into the sky and leaping to catch them, she almost felt like she were at a Quidditch match. With each England score, she cheered as if she had been watching the team all her life.

And she had plenty of chances, because barely a few minutes would go by before England would score again. The roar of the crowd quickly became less and less intense, as many of the muggle fans started clapping politely or even looking outright bored, and looked sideways at Harry and Ginny continuing to leap to their feet every time England ran the ball into the end of the field, like they suspected the young couple were being sarcastic.

“Oh come on, that was thrown forward!” Ron cried out in frustration as England scored their fifth try. “And there’s no way that was a legal tackle!” he pointed to a Dutch player still on the ground, clutching his ribcage.

“How would you know?” Harry laughed. “And whose side are you on anyway, traitor?”

“He can’t help it, this is just like watching the Harpies play the Canons,” teased Ginny. “He has a soft spot for hopeless teams.”

“Oi, shut it!” snapped Ron, “Besides, it’s our year this year, our new Keeper is unbeatable, except from the left side.”

By the time halftime was called, England was up forty-seven to zero, Harry and Ginny were feeling exhausted from cheering, Hermione’s right ear was hurting from Ginny’s shouting, and Ron was about to burst from all the beer he had drunk, so he got up and made like a bat out of hell towards the toilets.

As the fans settled down, the stadium was trying to keep them entertained until the game resumed, playing music and showing shots of the crowd on the jumbotron, with the caption “Dance Cam!” in the corner. Harry and Ginny were having fun judging the performances.

“Hmmm, commendable effort, but lacking creative vision,” said Ginny in a snooty voice.

“You just can’t appreciate the artform,” said Harry. “If they pointed the camera at us, I would wipe the floor with you.”

“Ugh, no, I don’t need to see you attempt to dance,” said Ron, returning holding his stomach and looking green. “I already hurled in the loo, don’t make me do it again.”

“Well that tends to happen when you eat five hot dogs in forty minutes,” said Hermione primly.

“Yeah, well, I’ve been living off of Harry’s cooking for the past two months, I was desperate for something edible.”

“Only you could complain about free food, Ron,” said Harry.

“It’s not free! I’m paying for it more than you!” Ron shot back. “Don’t act like you’re cooking to be nice, you’re just using me as your Weasley guinea pig so you can get good at it to impress my sister!”

Harry blushed, and was about to retort, when Ginny pulled on Harry’s arm from his other side.

“Harry,” she said in a sultry voice that sent a shiver down his spine, “Smile, we’re on camera.”

Harry looked up to the jumbotron, and felt himself blush harder and gulped loudly. He saw Ginny and himself, up on the screen, magnified for thousands of people to see, but that wasn’t the most embarrassing part. While he had been arguing with Ron, the game had apparently changed. Instead of the Dance Cam, the screen was now captioned with “Kiss Cam!”

He turned towards his girlfriend, who had a dangerous glint in her eye, and cleared his throat. “Er...do you think we should—”

He was cut off by Ginny throwing her arms around his neck and sticking her tongue down his throat. She leaned back in her seat, pulling him with her until he was almost lying on top of her. Through the fog of blissful oblivion that turned his brain to mush, Harry was distantly aware of the roar of laughter and wolf whistles as a few thousand of his closest friends reacted to him snogging his girlfriend.

“...Welp. I’m gonna go puke again,” Ron said in a deadpan voice, and got up to leave.

“You know, when you told me to go crazy, I didn’t think you meant shameless, ” Harry told Ginny.

“Oh, ex- cuse me!” laughed Ginny. “Have you already forgotten how our first kiss went?”

“I think this is on a bit bigger scale!” said Harry, gesturing around them to the huge stadium, many hundreds of times larger than the Gryffindor common room.

“Yes, that means that I win,” said Ginny smugly.

Harry laughed and reached an arm around her, pulling her close.

“I didn’t know it was possible to feel this....”

“Happy?” Ginny finished for him hopefully.

“No,” said Harry thoughtfully. “Well, yes, I mean, I am happy, but you make me this happy all the time. I didn’t know it was possible to feel this normal. ”

Ginny smiled and leaned her head against his shoulder. “For the record, Harry, you’re not normal. You’re brilliant, and a hero, that’s never going to go away forever. But I’m glad you got to pretend otherwise today. Now, can we get the game started again? I’m on the edge of my seat to find out who wins.”

Despite being so cheesy, Harry couldn’t help himself. “Well, I’m feeling like I’m the real winner here.”

Ginny threw her head back and groaned.

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“I am starving! ” Ron announced as he and Harry stepped through the Burrow’s fireplace. They had just floo’ed over for Sunday dinner, which had quickly become a tradition after they had moved out. For both of them, the Burrow still felt like home.

When they entered the kitchen, they found most of the family already there, and Harry was surprised and confused by the range of reactions he received. Fleur’s face was flushed as if she had been laughing, and upon seeing Harry she collapsed into more giggles. Bill, however, narrowed his eyes at Harry and pressed his mouth into a thin line, which didn’t scare him nearly as much as George grinning at him and rubbing his hands together gleefully. Mrs. Weasley had her back turned to them at the kitchen sink, and Mr. Weasley was hidden behind a newspaper.

Harry and Ron paused for a moment and looked at each other.

“Er...what’s so funny?” asked Harry.

“It’s not funny,” said Bill curtly, looking between his wife and George.

“Did you two enjoy your outing with the girls yesterday?” Mrs. Weasley asked without turning around.

“It was brilliant,” said Ron. “Harry had a stupid grin on his face the whole time.”

“Well I should think so,” sighed Mrs. Weasley, with annoyance in her voice. She turned around and placed a magazine on the kitchen table, sliding it towards Ron and Harry. “You certainly seem to have enjoyed yourself.”

Harry looked at the cover of the magazine, and felt all of his insides turn to ice.

It was the latest issue of Witch Weekly, and on the cover was an identical image to the one that had appeared on the stadium’s screen the previous day, except this one was magically moving: Harry and Ginny in the stands, sharing a searing kiss in front of everyone. The headline read “ WHO IS GINNY WEASLEY? THE INSIDE SCOOP ABOUT THE CHOSEN ONE’S CHOSEN ONE! Read on page 23.”

“This issue actually went out late,” said George over his drink, “I guess that happens when the biggest story of the week happens last-minute.”

Harry couldn’t respond. He felt his throat closing up. The exact thing that he had been terrified would happen had happened.

“Okay, just for the record,” said Ron uneasily, “She was the one snogging him.”

“How dare you, Ronald!” said George dramatically. “What are you implying about our sweet, innocent baby sister? We all know she’s been badly influenced by Harry’s wanton ways. After all, he’s always been such a womanizer.”

“We can see that she instigated it in the picture, Ron,” said Bill shortly, “But one wouldn’t think that Harry would be powerless against being manhandled by a ninety pound girl with no wand if he didn’t concur with the idea. Where’s all those auror reflexes?”

Harry was barely listening to them. He opened the magazine so fast he ripped the cover and flipped to page 23:

Sorry to all of our younger readers, but Harry Potter appears to be off the market! While WITCH WEEKLY reporter Joan Bigby was watching a muggle game called “rug bee” (as research for our Top 10 Hottest Muggle Celebrities, pg 36), imagine her shock when she spotted the Chosen One himself in the crowd. After months of being elusive, with not a single public sighting outside of the Ministry of Magic since the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry, with all eyes on him, shared an intense kiss with a red-headed girl that we have since discovered is Ginny Weasley, current seventh year Hogwarts student, in a public display of affection that very few would expect of the famously mysterious and dignified hero.

However, the muggle footage (that we’ve magically recreated here) clearly shows Ginny initiating the kiss. Did she do it to get some fame for herself? Many people are saying it’s possible.

“WHO is saying it’s possible!?” Harry growled as he white-knuckle gripped the glossy pages. “You just broke the story, who’s talking about it already!?”

“Oh, ‘many people are saying,’” Mrs. Weasley huffed. “That’s what they say when they want to disguise that they’re just making things up.”

Harry continued to read, even though every line horrified him more than the last.

Naturally, the magical community of Britain will be wondering if this girl is good enough for their savior. Well, we regret to inform everyone that Ginny Weasley appears to have a reputation of having many boyfriends and going through them rather quickly.

“But she doesn’t!” Harry cried. “She had just two previous boyfriends and dated them for a year, how is that quickly?”

“Well I mean,” mumbled Ron, “She does have more experience then either of us.”

“But that’s only because we’re both idiots,” said Harry.

“Fair point,” said Ron.

After leaving the muggle event, Miss Bigby Apparated to Hogsmeade, where the Hogswarts student population were spending the day. She had a very enlightening conversation with a Miss Romilda Vane, current sixth year.

“Oh, bloody hell,” Harry groaned.

“I strongly suspect she’s been slipping him love potions,” Miss Vane commented. “Everyone knew that she was fawning over him for years, then out of nowhere he’s snogging her in the Gryffindor Common Room after a Quidditch match. She’s been climbing the ranks by dating boys who will give her clout by association. First there was Michael Corner, a Ravenclaw with the highest marks in his year, then there was Dean Thomas, Harry’s dorm mate and one of Gryffindor’s Quidditch stars.”

WITCH WEEKLY also tried to reach out to Corner and Thomas, who were also present in Hogsmeade, but they both adamantly declined to comment. However, this may have been due to having no bad things to say, but rather a fear of reprisal from the fiery redhead. According to Miss Vane, Ginny Weasley also has a reputation for being violently unstable, with a penchant for the Bat Bogey Hex. As if we weren’t already worried that this girl would break Harry’s heart, she might also hurt him physically….

Harry let the magazine fall from his hands and he collapsed into one of the kitchen chairs.

“It’s over,” he said in disbelief. It wasn’t emotional panicking, it was just a reasonable statement of fact. “There’s no way she doesn’t chuck me after this.”

Harry hopelessly collapsed forward until his forehead loudly made contact with the wooden table.

All the expressions from the Weasleys softened in sympathy, from Bill’s and Mrs. Weasley’s stern looks to Fleur’s and George’s teasing smiles.

“Oh Harry dear, I’m sure she’ll understand,” said Mrs. Weasley softly, coming around the table and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“If I know my daughter at all,” said Mr. Weasley, finally emerging from behind his paper, “then she couldn’t care less what some strangers reading a magazine think of her. She understands that as long as the people who love you know the truth, that’s all that matters.

“Oh, I zink she cares,” chuckled Fleur, “She will love being known as ze diabolical villain zis rag is writing about. She will be proud, it will make ozzers zink twice before messing wiz ‘er. No one will try to steal ‘Arry from her if zey zink she will hex zem.”

“No, I know Ginny is strong,” said Harry despondently, “but everyone has a limit. She has to be wondering if being with me is worth—”

Tap tap tap

Harry’s sulking was interrupted by the noise at the window. He looked up and saw the screech owl that he had gotten Ginny for her birthday.

Harry’s heart sank even further. This was it. The break-up letter.

He mentally protested against his feet as they carried him to the window. All of his Gryffindor courage was failing him and he wanted to run in the opposite direction of that letter and never read it.

He numbly opened the window and took the letter from the owl. He opened it with shaking hands and began reading. As he read, he felt his tense stomach muscles finally relax, and eventually he started chuckling and a small smile appeared on his lips.

“Eh-hem.”

Harry looked up and saw all of the Weasleys looking at him very expectantly.

“Well?” said Ron.

Harry shrugged and began reading:

“Okay Harry,

I figure that this letter should reach you right as you’re starting to panic at Sunday dinner and starting to think a bunch of daft things like I’m going to ditch you.

Dean told me about being ambushed by some tart from WITCH WEEKLY in Hogsmeade. I got a copy this morning and it’s honestly the most brilliant thing I’ve ever read. I’ve framed it and put it up in my dorm, I’m going to re-read it whenever I need inspiration.”

“See? What did I tell you,” said Fleur proudly.

“I’m thinking about putting ‘Ginny Weasley, named Gold Digger of the Week by WITCH WEEKLY’ on business cards, but that might be overkill. So nip all of those noble, guilty thoughts I know you’re having in the bud, Potter. My only regret is that I don’t get to snog you like that every day. So you better be prepared to make up for lost time—”

“Feel free to skip this part,” said Bill flatly.

“We get the gist of it,” said Ron.

“The point is, Harry, that it will take a lot more than some tripe in a magazine for lonely witches with nothing better to do with their time for you to get rid of me. You better not try to hide me away again the next time we’re together. You’re going to snog me in public, whether it’s muggle or magical public is up to you.

Love (no matter what),

Ginny

P.S. - If you truly want to make it up to me, you can use your Ministry connections to get me out of Azkaban after what I do to Romilda Vane.

“Wow,” said Ron, “Don’t let her go, mate, that’s not the kind of letter you’d get from most girls right now.”

“I think I’ll have to lend our sister some Weasley Wizard Wheezes prototypes,” said George thoughtfully, “It seems she’s found the perfect test subject in Miss Vane.”

“Oh, don’t you encourage her!” scolded Mrs. Weasley, “I’ll write and tell her it’s best to just ignore this sort of thing and not retaliate. I told you she would be understanding, Harry dear.”

Harry’s head was swimming and his heart was pounding from his realization.

As happy as he had always been with Ginny, there had always been something holding him back from picturing a future with her. He now realized he had been assuming that she would get scared of everything that came with dating him and let him go. But she had taken the worst of it in stride, and that made it obvious: she was with him for keeps. She was the One. He could now see his whole life stretched out in front of him. A life shared with Ginny.

Harry made to leave the kitchen in the direction of the fireplace.

“Wait, Harry, where are you going?” asked Mrs. Weasley.

Harry didn’t see a reason to hide it. “I’m going back to my flat to write the cheesiest, most nauseating love letter in history.”

Ron shooed him away. “Don’t give us any more details, then, I don’t want to lose my appetite.”

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[sweeethinny]

Through Other Eyes

a hinny fanfic, where we see them, through other eyes

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He was completely in love with her, and he didn’t even want to hide it.

From the time Ginny Weasley arrived at the bar, Harry seemed to have lit up like a spotlight was on in front of him.

No, not one. One hundred. Thousand.

Everyone noticed, from the way he looked at her, to the way he kissed her cheek affectionately, or tidied up her hair when it got stuck in the necklace or collar of her shirt. Harry didn’t even seem to notice how attentive he was to Ginny’s every move.

It was natural.

“How lucky she is.” Marie said, staring at the two talking, Harry smiled at something she said and kissed her cheek, then turned to her brother and changed the subject, without even noticing how red she looked and the way she kept looking at him for a few seconds, before paying attention to the conversation. Ginny snuggled closer to him, Harry’s arm around her waist in a gesture as natural as breathing.

‘’After he, the mold was broken.’’ Julie replied, also staring at them. ‘’There are not many like him.’’

Everyone knew that Harry and Ginny were completely in love with each other, not only because their love was almost palpable, but also because they never hid it. In interviews with him, when the interviewer asked questions about his past, and You-Know-Who, Harry began a monologue about how happy he was to see her play, and how she was born for that. And when it was Ginny’s turn, and she was bombarded with questions about the past or any other shit about Harry, she said something cute that he had done for her, or how he never missed any of her games.

Everyone saw how he cried when her name echoed in the stadium at the last Quidditch World Cup. He didn’t even try to hide it.

‘’I wanted a Harry for me. Not just because he is beautiful and seems to have sex well, but … look at this.’’ She said it herself, pointing at them. Ginny had her head lying on Harry’s shoulder, discussing something with her sister-in-law, as he ran his fingers through her hair, gently kissing the top of her head, before returning his attention to the conversation. Harry looked so affectionate that it was almost painful to see. He laughed at something the redhead said, and then for a few seconds they stared at each other, as if sharing a secret, and Ginny smiled and kissed the tip of his nose, before saying something and walking out of his arms, walking towards the bathroom. The man followed her with eyes, looking in another dimension.

‘’We should find out what magic she did to get someone like him.’’ Marie said, finishing her glass of firewhisky and sighing, almost as if in pain.

‘‘It’s not magic.’’ Elizabeth said. ‘’What she needed to do was simply be her.’’

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OMG!! I'm crying this is so cute!! 💯 agreed

[adenei]

Hi! I hope you’re having a good day!

I love love love your writing so much! It always makes me smile when I read it!

I was wondering if you could write number 13 from fluff for either romione or hinny?

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“I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much”

“Almost ready?” Ron asked.

Harry was looking out the window at the white chairs that were beginning to fill with people in the Burrow’s garden. Despite planning an small ceremony, there were still about fifty people who were invited, which seemed like a lot. Maybe they should have eloped after all, and had a big party after they came home.

“Harry?” Ron asked again. “I can hear Mum downstairs, and I think we should have been down there five minutes ago. You aren’t getting cold feet, are you?”

That snapped Harry out of his thoughts. “What? No! Er, not about Ginny, at least.”

“I know it seems like a lot, but no one else will matter once you see her walking down the aisle. Trust me, mate.”

Ron would know. He and Hermione went through this mere months ago. It was hard to believe the tables were turned now and it was finally his turn. Harry followed Ron down the stairs. He thought he’d have a couple more minutes, but Ron’s older brothers were all shooing him out the door and the next thing he knew he was standing next to the officiant, awkwardly watching the rest of the guests find their seats.

“Why does it feel like I’m on display?” Harry whispered to Ron.

“Because you are,” he said through a grin. “Pretty soon, their attention will be shifted.”

So Harry decided to focus on a spot across the field and pretended he wasn’t the center of attention. He was becoming fidgety and impatient, knowing that as soon as he saw Ginny, everything would feel better. She was able to keep him grounded during events like this. He knew he was lucky to have her, and that she’d waited throughout the war for them to have their own happy ending. 

The month during sixth year seemed like another lifetime ago. He’d been happier than he ever thought was possible, and only in retrospect had he finally understood what it was like to love someone else. Even after the war, it took him a long time to truly accept and embrace the love. It only took seventeen years to understand that neglect and abuse was not normal.

Harry’s heart was already swelling with love as he reminded himself of some of their most memorable moments together when the music started. Finally, he thought as Ginny’s bridesmaids came down the aisle one at a time, followed by an ecstatic Victoire. Ginny came into view next, holding her father’s arm as her eyes sought Harry’s. 

Harry was pretty sure his heart had stopped. I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much, and then she comes around the corner and somehow I love her more, Harry thought to himself. He knew he had the goofiest grin plastered on his face as she beamed at him, and suddenly he didn’t care who was staring at him anymore. She was the only person who mattered.

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Oh god I'm having a phase there's going to be a lot of reposts tonight 💖💖😭

[read-a-hinny-fic]

No, nothing has ever felt so wonderful. Then again, nothing has ever felt this fragile, either. The moment seems like its made of glass: unfathomably vulnerable and incomprehensibly beautiful.

No canvas over his head, only the high ceiling of his room.

In his room, no threat of death; only Ginny.

In the filtered sunlight coming through the curtains he watches her sleep with her mouth slightly open. Laying on his side with the side of his face on the same pillow as Ginny's,  he doesn't even have to wear his glasses to see how beautiful she is.

Her arched eyebrows and beneath them the slow movements of her eyeballs behind her pale eyelids. She's dreaming.

Of him?  Of them? Who knows.

Watching her dream is something he could get used to, he thinks.

Lightly, ever so lightly, he presses the pad of his thumb to her cupids bow; drags it over her cheekbone; traces her parted lips. A jolt of amazement courses through him when she doesn’t shy away from his touch.

How is it that she has come to love him so? When he’s been unaware of her existence for years, when he’s left her behind in the hell that was Hogwarts, when he’s  shunned her as he brooded in the aftermath of the battle?

Is it possible to love someone so unconditionally, unflinchingly, limitlessly? Infinitely?

In that instant, the rush of emotions is too much for him to bear.

Or is it that he wants to make sure this isn't a dream?

Either way, he leans over and presses his mouth to hers.

*

I wake up. My first thought is Harry; my second thought that he's close- so very, very close. His lips glide over mine effortlessly.

It takes me the trillionth of a minute to respond.

he's always been the tender sort in the morning – forehead kisses and warm nuzzling. But today his lips are urgent. We kiss and kiss and kiss. Like our lives depend on it. Maybe our lives  does depend on it.

In the brief moments when his lips are free, he whispers my name over and over.

How long we lie there kissing, only Merlin knows. But then his hot mouth is against my neck.

“Want you, Gin" , he says. His words don't even have the time to linger on my neck when he enters me.

He thrusts, hard and fast. Once, twice, thrice.

Abruptly, his thrusts slow down. They become almost lazy.

In and out , gently, in and out.

I Have no idea what's with him today, but what's the point in even asking when he's as close to me as two humans can possibly be? There's no point in talking when I can hear all he's saying.

Saying he loves me, wants me; that this is wonderful, unimaginable; that he doesn't know how he came by it. That he doesn't know if he can stop, doesn't know if he wants to stop.

No, there’ll be time to ask him later.

In the middle of it all, he says, “Safe. Feel so safe.”

“I'm glad, Harry”, I tell him.

“And loved. So loved,” he moans.

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Idk why I loved this