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Harry and Ginny in their 20s through Instagram feeds

Before marriage

Just married

After all the kids are born

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Hinny 💭

The fact that Harry Potter was going out with Ginny Weasley seemed to interest a great number of people, most of them girls, yet Harry found himself newly and happily impervious to gossip over the next few weeks. After all, it made a very nice change to be talked about because of something that was making him happier than he could remember being for a very long time, rather than because he had been involved in horrific scenes of Dark Magic.

- Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, p. 535

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Older Harry and Ginny

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Older Harry and Ginny

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Bff forever

Harry and Hermione 🥳

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“And then she was kissing him as she never had before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world, Ginny, the feel of her, one hand at her back and one in her long, sweet-smelling hair…”

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"Look at those colours."

"Don't tell me you've never seen a canola field? They're everywhere."

"They look amazing."

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Open at Close.▕⃝⃤

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It’s SPRING!  And you know what that means: time for Leela to draw lots of canoodling young’uns in unlikely poses.  Harry and Ginny

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“i love this little thing, this little thing i made… i love it so much i’d die for it, over and over again.”

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“I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?”

— Vincent W. Van Gogh, 1874.

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“After several long moments, or it might have been half an hour-or possibly several sunlit days…”

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THE QUOTES 😭😭😭

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“Harry thought inexplicably of Ginny.” - Here’s some Hinny computer fanart that I made! I will be making plenty more, so yeah. I know, shocker.

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Eyes

Written for @hinnymicrofic December 2023 - Prompt 6

Bringing a bit of Hinny Muggle AU into your day!

He seems surprised to see her, when he slouches into the classroom for Thursday evening detention. His tie is loosened, his jumper’s hanging around his shoulders, and his black hair is as dishevelled as always. He notices her straight away, already sitting near the back, exercise book out and pen at the ready, and she’s pleased about that. He looks her straight in the eye, brows raised, and smirks a bit. She looks right back, enjoying the excuse to gaze into those gorgeous green eyes, tries to play it cool and not smile back, but fails dismally.

He’s her brother’s best friend, and, from what she can tell, doesn’t have the best home life, so he’s always at her house, after school, at the weekends and in the holidays. Mum and Dad have practically adopted him. 

She’s fancied him for ages. Literally years. At first, it was all very innocent, just a childish thing. Her friends couldn’t really understand, he was such a scrawny little thing back then. Everyone was so sure she’d grow out of it, but what actually happened was that he grew into it - when he was 16, and shot up about a foot overnight, shoulders broadening, jaw squaring. Then her friends (and, it seemed, half the other girls at school) got it, just fine.

By then, she was pretending that she was over it - even to herself. It wasn’t like he ever even looked at her anyway, not like that - but there were other boys who did, and they were just the distraction she needed. Right up until the day when she had the sneaking suspicion that perhaps he was looking at her like that after all. She isn’t absolutely sure, but sometimes, just sometimes, when he’s been at their house, maybe eating dinner, or playing cards or something, she thinks that perhaps she caught him staring. Once, she thought he even blushed. Ever since then, it seems like he’s the only thing she can think about.

Now, one thing she really doesn’t like is ambiguity. She’s a straightforward sort of person, she just wants to know. But she also isn’t stupid, and she’d quite like to retain at least a shred of dignity. So, she’s on a quest to see if she can’t… make something happen. One way or another. That, however, rests on being able to get him on his own, which is easier said than done, given how inseparable he and her brother are. 

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how she comes to find herself in detention this fine Thursday evening, having overheard her brother commiserate with him about having to attend on the school bus earlier in the week.

She’s delighted when he slopes to the back of the room and drops down into the seat next to her, just as the teacher announces they’ll be writing lines, chalking the text to copy onto the board at the front. 

“Hi,” he whispers.

“Hi, yourself,” she replies.

“No talking!” commands the teacher. “This is detention, not a social club!”

She shoots him a regretful look, and picks up her pen. He does likewise. Moments later, he nudges her softly with his elbow and angles his exercise book towards her. Instead of the lines he’s meant to be writing, there’s a message for her, in his scrawly, spidery handwriting.

What are you here for?

Now that is a very good question indeed, because detention is generally something that she (unlike him) is very good at avoiding. But, being certain that he would be here, and being equally certain that her brother would not, was enough to overcome her natural inclination towards good behaviour. Or at least, her natural inclination towards not getting caught being bad. 

Messing about in History, she writes back. Which is true. Surprisingly, it took quite a lot of effort - her History teacher paid so little attention to the class, she actually had to chuck a screwed up ball of paper at him to earn herself the detention.

He laughs softly. We can be reprobates together then.

She stills for a moment, twisting a strand of her red hair around her fingers, wondering if she dares actually flirt with him. Thinks to herself, Ah, fuck it.  

I like the sound of that, she writes, catching his eye, and sending him a look that she hopes is suitably alluring. 

He shoots her an interested glance, which she thinks is promising. Do you? he asks.

She bites her lip. Yeah. I do. 

For a few minutes, he doesn’t write anything. Chews his pen, like he’s thinking some particularly deep thought. Then he nudges her again, making sure he has her attention. She looks at him curiously. Those gorgeous green eyes are sparkling, and she thinks she could actually drown in them. He meets her gaze intently, like he’s searching for something in her expression. Then, he takes a deep breath, and starts writing again.

I’m going to grab a bag of chips on the way home afterwards. Want to join me? We could eat them in the park?

Her heart leaps in her chest, and  has to clamp her lips together to stop herself yelping in a very un-cool way. She looks sidelong at him, and he’s staring at her, not even trying to hide it. He is, she thinks, holding his breath.

With salt and vinegar? she asks, with a smirk.

He relaxes a bit, laughs silently. Of course!

Oh well, in that case, yeah, she writes. Sounds like fun.

And you know what? She’s right - it is.

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HP 7th book Harry and Ginny, when Harry goes to Voldemort..