#ginny drabble

[uramakimochi]

I've been thinking of a scenario where Ginny and Harry are dating and one day Ginny confessed to Harry that his mom was her bisexual awakening and Harry's like "Are you dating me to get to my mom???!"

Oh absolutely. My poor Harry will never hear the end of it, someone just give bro some peace!!!

I can totally see THIS happening with them.

Harry and Ginny, cuddling.

Harry: If you had to cheat on me with one guy in the world, who would it be? You had to cheat.

Ginny: I'm not a cheater.

Harry: If you HAD to, or else i died, who would it be?

Ginny: ...

Harry: I'm not going to be mad, i promise. You can tell me.

Ginny, looking away: ...

Ginny: *mumbles* Not a guy... 👉👈

Harry: ? What do you mean not a gu-

Ginny: Your mother.

Harry:

MILFPOTTER!READER SERIE:

previous / next

[prongsinrevolt]

rip marlene mckinnon, you would have loved book ginny.

[dream-with-a-fever]

What is your favourite hinny fict of all time?

ooh this is a great question!!! several come to mind, because there are some really incredible writers out there who i think capture harry and ginny perfectly in their writing. and i can’t pick one so here goes:

Orchards by @whinlatter

this oneshot is incredible, building up hinny’s relationship over the summer that we see so little of in the books. it’s just so in character, funny and beautiful. you really see their easy dynamic and how perfect they are for each other. i’ve reread it several times and i will do it again it’s THAT good. also her other work Beasts about post-dh ginny and everything that follows the war with lots of flashbacks and added details. it’s really honest and gritty portrayal of grief & recovering from the trauma of a war

The Path From You by @takeariskao3

i am obsessed with this fic. it’s wonderful bc it has all the canon elements but it’s set a few years after the war, and the main plot is completely fresh and new. it’s like a harry x ginny second chance romance, harry is super protective and they’re both like still so in love with each other it’s ughhh *chefs kiss*! it’s so well-written too. i LOVE it.

quick-fire and warm front by @jiilys

these are two oneshots that i think perfectly capture hinny’s relationship after the war. the writing is just beautiful.

Come Stay for The Summer by @ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey

this is such a fun and hilarious text-fic. i’m such a fan of hinny in a different universe, like regular high school / soccer fics. just another fun exploration of their relationship. also basically any of the oneshots by this author are so good.

Bewitched by @starlingflight (apologies for tagging the wrong author!!!)

i loved this fic so much. such an orignal concept — it’s mainly a non-magical storyline but with a twist. loved the characterisations and the non-linear format. so cute and fun and the ending is perfect.! also this author has lots of other wonderful works.

FloreatCastellum on ao3 is also wonderful - their missing moments works are so on point.

i also might take this opportunity to self-rec my fic too (lmao sorry) which is-

but i’m a fire, and i’ll keep your brittle heart warm by me hehe

it’s a fic about the beginning and blossoming friendship of harry & ginny during order of the phoenix. basically missing moments and build up to explore how and why these two eventually end up together !

but i am always looking for more fics to read so pls give me recs!!<3

[prettypup188]

“Not having enough space for anyone else’s pain”

marcus x fem reader, after Ginny and Marcus break up. Y/n comforts him(after Wellington play, mentions of spiked drinks reverse comfort)

Marcus sat in the backseat of his mom’s car, riding home from the Wellington play. Maxine was ranting about how excited she was for the second act of Wellington next week, he looked out the window mind elsewhere although he felt his phone burning in his pocket as he looked, once they made it home he quickly made it to his room and threw his phone on the bed running a hand through his hair feeling his chest squeeze and his vision blurry.

Your pov:

When you got the call you were at blue farm standing in line just about to grab dinner. “Hello?”, you said loudly over the loud chatter of newcomers from the play Marcus stayed quiet for a second before finally saying something, “I did it, y/n.”, I felt my heart break because I knew what he did, “Oh, Marcus i-I’m sorry.”, “Can we meet at the skatepark, please?”; I was at the counter Joe giving me a concerned look as I held up my hand so he could give me a second, “I’m at blue farm, I can pick you up after I get out of here.”, Marcus took a deep breath, “Yeah, okay thanks.” I hung up and ordered. “Hey, Joe uh can I get a burger but American cheese instead of Swiss and the truffle fries and a chicken tagine to go!”, he nodded, “any dessert or drinks?”, I nodded, “yeah, two frozen lemonades and two oversized cookies extra gooey.”, he sighed chuckling, “Seems like your ordering a pick me up.”, I nodded as I payed. I waited by the pick up bar when Padma came out with the to go bag handing it to me, “Here, y/n.”, I thanked her before turning and heading for the door finally making to to my car and heading to the Baker’s.

Y/n😊🙂‍↔️:

I’m outside

Marcus🖤🎨:

Coming

(Marcus pov:)

I got up grabbing my AirPods and heading downstairs (mom banned me from sneaking out through my window and I was too tired to fight with her.), “where are you going?”, Ellen called sitting on the couch with Clint watching tv. “Hanging out with y/n.”, she sighed, “You told her?”, I nodded. “Be back by 12, you got school tomorrow.”, I flashed her a thankful smile and left finding y/n waiting in the driver seat waving at me. I got in the passenger side, “Hey.”

(Your pov:)

I gave a sorry smile, “Have you eaten?”, I asked as I put the car in reverse backing out of the driveway and driving to the skatepark. “Um, earlier I had some coffee and a donut.”, I sighed stopping at the stop sign and looking at Marcus. “Well, I got you something.”, Marcus smiled, “Your the best.”, I nodded, “Of course I am.”, I finally made it to the skatepark, I parked and turned to Marcus taking in his expression— his tired eyes,messy hair and soft expressions told it all. “What?”, he asked letting out an awkward chuckle, “Nothing, come on.”, we got out and found a spot on a park bench overlooking the small newly made skate park. “Here, I got you the good stuff.”, I said as I handed the food to him, “Shit, you spoil me.”, I laughed looking out into the dark sky the stars dancing above us. “Lay it on me.”, Marcus began to explain what transpired as I listened intently.

(Marcus pov:)

I sighed, finishing my story. “I feel like shit, I loved her y/n. I did.”, y/n nodded, “I know, Marcus but she’ll understand with time.”, I looked at y/n feeling my eyes water, “It’s Ginny. You know she’ll never understand she has her own shit.”, y/n nodded. We sat in silence until my phone buzz, it was Max.

Max🥸😒:

Where are you?

Marcus 🖤🎨:

With y/n

Max🥸😒:

Oh. Stay safe

I sighed running my hand through my hair and laid back looking up at the sky. Feeling my body relax, “You brought your flask?”, y/n asked holding up her frozen lemonade. I smirked nodding, pulling it out of my jacket pocket and pouring vodka into the drink, she took a sip before squinting up her nose, “Shit, that’s strong.”, she coughed putting the drink down. I laughed, “I still gotta get you on the good stuff.”, she shook her head, “I’ll stick to my buzz balls, thanks.”

11:45 p.m.

(Your pov:)

We had finished up hanging out at the skatepark and finally made it back home, Marcus’s family was still up hence the light on in the living room. “Thanks for tonight.”, Marcus said hugging me. “Anytime, I knew you just needed someone to listen.”, I ruffled his hair handing him his leftovers, “Y/n.”, Marcus said quietly before looking at the ground, “Yes?”, there was a long pause before he looked at me. “Can I kiss you?”; I felt my heart begin to race in an instant, “U-um, Marcus you’re drunk.”, he shook his head, “And?”, I sighed. “Go inside.”, he pouted giving me a low whine. I playfully rolled my eyes, feeling my cheeks heat up, “You just broke up with your girlfriend, Marcus.”, he sighed,nodding. “Okayyy.”, he said rolling his eyes, I huffed, “Goodnight Mar-“, I felt soft lips crash into mine as an arm wrapped around me steadying me. “Mm,Marcus!”, I managed to let out looking at him with wide eyes he looked back at me, his eyes low and hungry. “Your lips are soft.”, he said softly. Before I could say anything else, Maxine came out of the house, “Marcus, Marcus are you drunk? I’m so sorry y/n.”, she apologized unbeknownst to what just happened as she wrapped an arm around Marcus and grabbed his plate. “It’s alright, take care you two.” She nodded, walking them back into the house as I stood there shocked. I was about to get in my car, when I saw Georgia standing at the curb by with a trash bag in hand looking at me with those sharp eyes. I opened my car door before waving nervously which she did right back before turning and walking back to her house. I sat in my car, hands on the steering wheel, “Shit.”, I breathed before driving home for the night.

[ginnyw-potter]

Love letters

Harry had been quiet while his coworkers discussed how love letters were lame and tacky over several pints of beer. Ginny sat beside him, feigning a smile but her hardened look told him it was hurting just a little.

He could not have that.

"I think they're delightful, actually," he said when there finally fell a brief silence. "Someone likes you so much that they want to put it down on paper for you to see forever. That takes nerve."

Ginny's hand on his knee squeezed softly.

"It's weird!" someone let out.

Another guy nodded in agreement.

He hesitated, but he wasn't going to let it slip. "You are all just bitter because you have never received one."

Tim, a guy he had never particularly liked, laughed heartily. "Fan mail hardly counts, Potter."

"Oh, I am not talking about those," he said calmly.

Pat nodded. "Tim's just jealous he doesn't get any of those either."

Tim scowled.

"I have received two in my life," Harry told them. "Both by the same person... and they were wonderful."

Tim eyed Ginny for a moment. "Okay, so then what happened with that girl?"

"It took me a while but it did work, and I still have them," Harry said.

Ginny sat up straight and he fell silent, allowing her to give them the final blow if she wished to.

"And then he married her," she said cockily.

All the men now looked guiltily at her, trying to form excuses and rushing to claim that love letters are actually great.

"I bet you wrote great ones."

"Please don't hex us."

He looked at Ginny. "I think we will call it a night?"

"Sure," she agreed. "I believe you made me a promise yesterday."

His cheeks heated up. "I did indeed. You're going to take me up on it, aren't you?"

She nodded eagerly. They stood up from the silent table and his hand slipped into hers.

"Lead the way, Mrs Potter."

[fandomlit]

gag tears (george weasley x reader)

requested by anon "So glad to see your writing again!! Can you please do George Weasley x Reader where she pranks him by almost confessing but turning it into a joke?"

a/n more harry potter requests i beg

gif cred belong to @pansydaisy

when the weasleys, harry, and hermione approached the burrow, still exhausted from the harrowing events at the quidditch world cup, molly was pacing the lawn waiting for them. the sun had barely been up for twenty minutes, but knowing the woman, she had most likely been out there for hours.

"oh thank goodness, thank goodness!"

she was clutching a copy of the daily prophet in one hand as she rushed to her husband, babbling about the propaganda that had already been spread. but some of their gang's gaze caught onto a figure emerging from the house as molly turned her attention to the twins.

"i shouted at you before i left! it's all i've been thinking about!" they let their mom babble against them before arthur pulled her off, nudging them all toward the entryway.

"y/n?"

the group's attention turned to the door of the burrow at harry's call, shocked to see you standing with a hand pressed to your heart through your nightclothes in the doorway.

george's heart hammered in his chest at the desperate sight of you. as they all got nearer, it was obvious you had been crying for a while.

"i came as soon as i heard," you said softly and shakily. hermione pulled you into a hug and you clutched onto her hard. george made a mental note to be next in line for a hug from you.

"weren't you on vacation?" ginny asked, slipping in front of george to be crushed into your arms next.

"i got back last night, but once the news came in i left for here immediately," you explained. your voice was utterly exhausted, and it was clear you hadn't slept a wink. "i just brewed some strong tea for everyone; it's waiting in the kitchen." ginny patted your cheek before moving inside.

you had to hop slightly to george's height to crush him in your hug.

"godric, woman!" he laughed out, but the weight of you in his arms was the perfect comfort after the shock of that evening. "you saw me a month ago!"

"george, i haven't stopped thinking about how it's been a month since i've seen you!" you retorted, squeezing him ever so tighter. the grin left his face as he registered the true fear in your tone. "if something had happened to you-" you took a breath, pulling away from him slightly and his heart silently broke at the tears swimming in your eyes. "if something had happened and i hadn't been able to tell you-" you shook your head and george's heart began to speed in his chest.

"tell me what?" he said gently. you shook your head again and he carefully laid a hand on your shoulder. "you can tell me, y/n."

you wiped at your eyes and looked up at him with determination. "if something had happened and i hadn't been able to tell you that fred was the hotter twin, i don't know what i would've done with myself!"

fred immediately roared with laughter behind him, followed by the outbursts of bill and the rest of the weasley siblings and friends.

george's jaw was hanging, all signs of his former fondness and gentleness toward you wiped clean from his face. there were still very real tears in your eyes, but you now wore an amused grin yourself. "you are an evil, evil woman, y/n l/n."

"i think that's why you keep me around, georgie."

[gmwpluvr]

whoosh

for @ginnystrophyhusband 's microfic march

prompt: eyelash

Perhaps it was times like these where they knew the universe was stalling what they could have. Sitting under the tree at the backyard of the Burrow, hiding from the heat of the August sun, they sat but a breath apart, close enough to feel, but not to touch.

The wind didn’t particularly make its presence known that day, or maybe it was the sweltering heat, or the nervous ache of being so close yet so far. Harry’s eyelids glistened the same way his palms did, despite them plucking weed absentmindedly from the ground beneath him.

Ginny was quietly doodling on a scrap parchment, the teared edges a remnant of the witch weekly print it was pulled from.

He snuck glances at her, reminiscing the sunlit days when he could do so unabashedly. The weight of the war heavy on her pale, freckled shoulders, but there was still a dull, shine in her eyes that Harry only remembers as bright.

She was— is, the most beautiful thing he knows of. Maybe she was the true magic in his life all along. He was terrible.

Harry blinked.

“There goes an eyelash,” Ginny muttered, and only then had Harry realized she was looking at him too.

She extended her hand towards his face and plucked the miniscule strand of hair from the corner of his lips. Gently, Ginny took his hand in her own and placed the stray eyelash in his palm.

“Make a wish,” she whispered, brown staring intently at green.

There were a million things to wish for, how was he to choose? To end the war? To have him be hers again? To bring his parents back? Sirius? Dumbledore?

He sighed, swallowing, because kissing her quidditch worn hands should have never felt this forbidden, “I hope everything goes alright in the end.”

Ginny smiled, a reassuring smile. Then, she blinked.

Harry chuckled before placing her own light brown eyelash in his hand, next to his own. “Your turn.”

“I wish for yours to come true.”

Even now, when he knew they were nothing by name, they know what the other is thinking off.

They blew the hair away, closing the gap between them. Harry tucked her gently to his side, and for a fleeting moment, he was a sixth year again. Ginny’s red hair sprawled across his chest and the weight of her head on his shoulder, a feeling his body knew all too well.

Their eyelashes glowed slightly, then disappeared all together, with Harry and Ginny none the wiser.

[graceofgondor]

havent had an original thought in a minute but hey guys

[btsbabe7]

November Prompt 21: Crisp Air

Words: 905 | Pairing: Neville Longbottom x reader

In the distance, you can make out Neville’s frame hunched on a bench in front of the main greenhouse. Thick brown vines trailing across the giant frosted windows hug the structure behind him and the morning horizon peeks just beyond it. The view is breathtaking, but you can’t bring yourself to stop staring at him.

Your close footsteps draw his attention from the book in his hands and up towards you. His thick brown hair is blowing in the soft morning winds and he shoves his book away, immediately coming off the bench to greet you with a warm smile. His gloved hands rest on your cheeks and he leans down to plant a soft kiss on your lips, warming you more than you’d been with your hands shoved inside your coat pockets on the walk over. When he pulls away, his ocean blue eyes gaze into yours and you get lost in them until the crisp morning air rushes over the both of you. The moment you shiver against him, he reaches into his bag for the extra greenhouse keys he’d managed to get from Professor Sprout at the beginning of the year.

“Next class isn’t due til noon, so we have plenty of time to study,” he grunts while pushing the heavy door open with his shoulder. With a sigh, he turns back toward you, following your lead after you step inside. Shortly after, he locks the door from the inside. “But I don’t understand why you want to study dittany, we’re far more advanced than that.”

You take in the warmth of the greenhouse. All the sunlight that seems to have disappeared over the week has been absorbed inside the frosted glass walls. Everywhere you turn there’s plant pots, soil and fertilizer bags or some green herb growing lushly. It makes you smile, makes you happy to be able to witness life in this form when everything outside of here is withering away and growing colder with winter fast approaching.

You peel your coat off, then your gloves and scarf and earmuffs and toss them on the only empty table you can find before turning to see your boyfriend’s look of confusion.

“Come on, Nev,” you purr softly. “Warm me up a bit?”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip the moment he slips out of his coat and drops everything on the ground before scurrying to you. Neville steps in front of you, allowing his fingertips to curl against the hairs at the nape of your neck before pulling you into an open-mouthed kiss.

He’s gotten loads more attention now due to his changing looks, but you’ve had the real luxury of watching him grow older over the years. His puffy cheeks were the first to go, eventually rounding out into a sculpted, chiseled jawline and soon after, his body had done the same, leaving him with nothing but pure muscle that threatened to tear through the white button up he’d failed to replace. And though he had many physical changes, his kindness and courage and care for you always remained, and that’s what you love most.

You hop on top of the table, shaking a few pots in the neighboring potting tables which gains a laugh from the both of you. And once you’ve steadied yourself, you glide your hands over his, which had dropped to your waist during your kiss. Then, you trail up his wrists and slowly over his biceps until you reach his shoulder blades. You work your fingers tenderly into the knots that always form there and he grunts loudly in relief.

“You’re doing it again, aren’t you?” You moan. “Carrying all the plant pots for the first years?”

He bows his head in shame, knowing that he told you he’d stop two weeks ago.

“You know how heavy those pots can get, Y/n, and they’re so small. It reminds me of us seven years ago,” he admits.

“Nev, you promised. It’s admirable, truly, but you’re neglecting your own body.”

“I can handle it,” he whispers and leans in closer, looking you straight in the eyes with a smirk. “Besides, I have you to rub out all the kinks and knots.”

You scoff softly before giggling against his touch and pulling him closer. He rests his head against your shoulder, his breath steadying against the goosebumps that have prickled across your skin.

“Y/n?” He breathes.

“Mhm?”

“I want you to stay with me over the break,” he answers, pulling back to see the clear excitement and nervousness on your face.

In all the years of dating, he’d never asked, and during the times you’d begged him, he always said he didn’t want to intrude on you and your time with your family; though, he didn’t even have his own anymore.

“Yes. Yes! Of course I’ll come, Nev,” you exclaim and rest your hands against his collarbones.

“Y/n,” he says again and you gaze up into his eyes once more. “I’m absolutely head over heels in love with you.”

You blush hard as he brushes your tears away and pulls your lips back against his. In that kiss, you both make a silent vow to never abandon each other. And that vow, in a world where anything can be frigid and crisp on the outside, having the ability to lean on each other for warmth whenever you may need it feels absolutely amazing, just as love should.

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[nocturnao]

Almost Was Ours

Synopsis: She was Harry Potter’s constant—his secret keeper, his sanctuary, the girl who stitched him together when the war threatened to tear him apart. A quiet Ravenclaw who stood by him when no one else knew how, she never asked for anything… except maybe for him to see her. But as the world began to heal and the noise returned, Harry reached for the girl who burned bright in public—Ginny—and left behind the one who had carried him through the dark. Years later, when fate crosses their paths again, Harry is haunted by what he lost: the girl who loved him in silence, and who walked away with all the parts of him he never knew he gave. A story of almosts, aching regrets, and the kind of love that gets remembered in every timeline—but never chosen in the one that mattered.

pairing: harry potter x ravenclaw! reader

includes: slow-burn, soul-breaking, angst, situationships, yearning, permanent flaws

They met in the library, first year, when he was looking for a book he didn’t know existed.

You were sitting in a Ravenclaw alcove, quill between your teeth, parchment already half full. You barely looked up when Harry Potter stumbled over the bench across from you.

He looked lost—his hand brushing at dusty spines, brows furrowed like the whole wizarding world sat on them. You didn’t mean to care. But there was something about the way he bit his lip, that almost-frown. You cleared your throat.

“Second shelf to the right. “Hogwarts: A History won’t help you here.”

His eyes met yours. And for a second—just a blink of time—you felt it. The thread. The pull.

That thread didn’t fray for years.

You became his safe place.

When the weight of the prophecy pressed into his bones, you were the one who pulled him into empty classrooms and let him breathe. When Ron and Hermione were off saving the world with plans and arguments, you were silence. Steady. A shoulder, a heartbeat, a secret kind of peace.

You became his late-night library partner. His confidante. His secret-keeper. His almost.

You fell in love somewhere between fourth and fifth year. Maybe it was the night he snuck into the Ravenclaw common room just to leave a book you’d been searching for. Or maybe it was when he sat beside you in the Astronomy Tower, his shoulder brushing yours, and whispered, “I always feel lighter with you.”

You never asked for more. He never said there “wasn’t” more. But he lingered. And you stayed.

Sixth year, things shifted. Ginny started laughing louder. Her eyes caught his across the Great Hall. She burned like a wildfire. And you? You were the quiet warmth he never noticed was holding him together.

He didn’t stop coming to you. Not at first. He kept coming back.

Not in grand gestures. Not in ways people would ever notice. But in moments. In late-night wanderings and half-finished essays. In library tables hidden behind shelves and lingering glances during meals. You were the quiet place Harry Potter could come undone.

You learned his silences like languages. When he tapped his quill twice, it meant he was anxious. When he sighed and looked up at the ceiling, he was remembering the war he hadn’t fought yet. When he smiled without showing teeth, he was grateful—but didn’t know how to say it.

You didn’t ask for anything. And maybe that’s what made him stay.

“I don’t know how to breathe in this place sometimes,” he said one night, lying beside you on the Astronomy Tower floor.

“Then don’t,” you murmured, tracing constellations above you. “Just be.”

You watched his chest rise, slow and steady.

He turned his head toward you. “You make it feel easy.”

You smiled. “You make it feel heavy.”

And yet you never moved.

Not even when his fingers brushed yours.

Not even when he kissed you.

He kissed you like he was drowning. And you kissed back like you didn’t care if you drowned too.

You didn’t define it. Neither of you dared. But you had him—in the ways no one else did.

You held him through nightmares. You bandaged his bruises after Quidditch. You passed him calming draughts under the table during class when he started trembling. You sat with him in silence for hours.

He never introduced you to anyone. He never called you his. But he always came back.

Until he didn’t.

Ginny happened like sunlight after years of grey. Bright. Loud. Familiar. People smiled when they saw them together. The Chosen One and the girl who had always loved him.

He didn’t say anything to you. Not until you saw them. Kissing.

And then it all shattered

He still sat by you in the library. Still walked you back to the tower. Still held your gaze a second too long.

But he started showing up less.

And when you sat beside him one evening in the courtyard, your fingers brushing his on accident, he flinched.

You pulled your hand back. Pretended not to notice.

He didn’t explain. And you didn’t ask.

But it kept happening.

You’d wait for him outside Potions. He’d walk past you to Ginny.

You’d save a seat for him by the lake. He’d never show.

You became a ghost in his periphery. Always there. Never enough.

It was after the Quidditch final when everything broke.

You found him outside, alone, leaning against a pillar. The castle buzzed with celebration—Gryffindor had won. But his eyes were somewhere else.

“I saw you with her,” you said quietly.

He turned. “What?”

“You kissed her. In the common room.”

His throat bobbed. “You were there?”

You laughed, bitter. “I don’t think it matters, Harry. Everyone was.”

He looked at you then—not confused, not oblivious—but like someone who had finally been caught.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said.

“But you did.” Your voice cracked.

He looked away. “Ginny... she’s—”

“She’s easier,” you said, the words sharper than you meant. “She’s the right choice, right? The one they all expect.”

“It’s not like that—”

“No?” you snapped. “Then what is it like, Harry? Tell me. Because I’ve been here. Every bloody day. Through the war. Through your breakdowns. Through every time you couldn’t breathe, I was the one who “stayed.”

Silence.

“You should’ve told me,” you whispered. “You should’ve chosen.”

He stepped forward. “Don’t do this. Please.”

“Too late.” Your eyes stung. “I begged you without ever saying a word. I waited, hoping you’d notice I was breaking. You never looked close enough.”

And then, the final wound.

“Do you love her?” you asked.

He hesitated.

And that silence screamed louder than a yes.

You didn’t cry until you reached your dorm. And even then, it wasn’t sobbing. It was the kind of crying that made your throat burn and your lungs ache. The kind that felt like your ribs were breaking open.

You stopped going where he might be. You stopped waiting for letters. For explanations. For apologies.

Because you realized—he never made you a choice.

You were the soft place he fell when the world got hard. But you were never the place he planned to stay.

And he never chased you.

Not really.

Not until it was too late.

---

Years passed.

You graduated top of your class. Worked in magical archives. Traveled. Lived.

But you never returned to Hogwarts. Never wrote him. Never answered when Hermione asked if she could pass along your new address.

He married Ginny. Had children. Lived the life people dreamed he would.

But every once in a while, he'd see someone with your hair in a crowd. Hear your laugh in the wrong room. Smell your perfume in a bookstore.

And he’d break all over again.

Because Ginny didn’t know how he liked his tea when he couldn’t sleep.

She didn’t know the way he breathed when he was about to cry but refused to.

She didn’t know that, once, he almost told you he loved you.

Almost.

You didn’t go to the wedding. You didn’t send letters. You disappeared from his world like a name wiped from a tombstone.

But Harry?

He never stopped looking.

Every time Ginny smiled, he remembered how yours looked first.

Every time she laughed, he remembered the nights you tried to make him forget the war.

And when Ginny argued, or left the room in anger, he saw your silence.

He began writing letters he never sent.

“You made me feel whole, and I chose the girl who made me feel wanted.”

“I thought loud love was the kind that lasted. I didn’t realize soft love was the kind I needed.”

“I still think of you when I hear your favorite song. I still wait for you in empty corridors.”

“Please—just once, look back.”

---

One day, years later, he found you again.

You were walking through Diagon Alley, head down, books in hand.

He said your name like a prayer.

You turned. And for a moment, it was like nothing had changed.

Except everything had.

“Hi,” he said, like he hadn’t destroyed you.

You nodded. “Harry.”

“You look… well.”

You gave a tight smile. “I am.”

He opened his mouth. Closed it.

“I—I’ve thought about you. A lot,” he finally said.

You tilted your head. “Regret doesn’t change the past, Harry.”

“I know. I just…” He stepped closer. “You knew me. The real me. Before the rest of the world decided who I was supposed to be.”

“And you still left,” you said, voice barely above a whisper.

“I was a coward.”

You looked at him then. Really looked.

There were lines on his face that hadn’t been there before. Sadness in his eyes that hadn’t left.

“I waited for you,” you said quietly. “Even after. I thought maybe… maybe you’d realize. Maybe you’d come back.”

“I should have,” he choked.

“But you didn’t.”

“I married Ginny,” he said, as if confessing.

“I know.”

“It’s not what you think. I—she’s great. But she’s not—”

“Me,” you finished for him. “She’s not the girl who held you while you broke. Who kept your secrets. Who loved you in silence.”

His eyes brimmed with tears. “I never stopped loving you.”

“But you let me go,” you said. “And now I’m gone.”

“Please…” His voice cracked. “Can I… can we start again?”

You stared at him.

And then, gently, you shook your head.

“I mourned you, Harry,” you whispered. “While you were still mine.”

He reached for your hand.

You stepped back.

And that, more than anything, destroyed him.

“I chose the girl who made me feel safe,” he whispered. “But I lost the girl who made me want to live.”

“You gave him one last look. “You didn’t lose me, Harry. You let me go.”

Then you turned and walked away.

And for the rest of his life, he would remember the sound of your footsteps echoing in that alley.

He would remember the look in your eyes.

He would remember that he was the one who gave up the love he never thought he deserved.

And he would never forgive himself.

Not even when the world forgot.

Because you never came back.

And he never stopped waiting.

You left.

You didn’t look back.

[shadesofhogwarts]

The afterlife's a group project and everyone's failing

A/n: my version of what it might be like beyond the pearly gates with our marauders+lily

Enjoyyy

Up in the glittery upper-tier of the Afterlife– somewhere between “eternal peace” and “eternal surveillance”–the Marauders are gathered on a particularly puffy cumulus cloud that Remus enchanted to feel like a squashy armchair.

James is standing at the edge of it, arms crossed, posture tight, eyes narrowed as he watches the mortal plane like a disgruntled spirit Netflix-bingeing someone else’s memoir.

“Look,” James mutters, gesturing wildly at the sight below. “Just look. The first kid. Named after me and Sirius. And I was still snubbed. He's got the name, sure, but none of the swagger. That boy brushes his hair. On purpose.”

Sirius is lying on his back, legs hanging off the cloud, head dangling over the edge, dramatically sobbing into the ether.

“Brushed hair, Prongs. Brushed. What kind of shameful legacy is this? We died so a child could voluntarily gel his fringe? Are we ghosts or are we jokes?”

Remus, the only one holding a celestial clipboard because someone had to be sane, rubs his temples. “Technically, we’re both.”

Below, Harry is naming his second son. Albus Severus.

Silence.

Dead, dangerous silence.

James stares. Blinks once. Then his voice goes deadpan:

“He named the kid Albus Severus—ALBUS. SEVERUS. After Snape and Dumbledore. Not Sirius. Not Remus. Not ME. I died for that child and he named him after a man who bullied his mother and another who raised him like a pig for slaughter.”

Sirius makes a sound between a dying walrus and a demonically-possessed accordion. “Snape.”

“Oh I heard,” James snarls. “I heard that soppy ‘always’ nonsense and I almost came back from the dead to hex him into a second grave. ‘Always’? You tried to kill her best friend, mate! You called her a slur in fifth year and now you’re Mr. Tragic Lover?”

Remus has stopped blinking. “He–he didn’t even use ‘Remus.’ Not even a middle name. I got posthumously cancelled without even existing on the chart.”

“And maybe we’d still be alive if one of you idiots had picked literally anyone but Peter!” Lily snaps. “Peter, the man who flinched at cats!”

Remus, bitter: “I should’ve known. He once cried because he stepped on a slug.”

James collapses backwards into the cloud like a man felled by bad decisions. “I trusted him with my life. I said, ‘not Sirius, it’s too obvious.’ I thought I was being clever. Me. A man who lost his wand inside a couch once.”

Sirius, without missing a beat: “And then spent an hour lecturing the couch.”

James: “IT SWALLOWED IT WHOLE.”

Remus tosses his clipboard into the sun.

Lily floats in, radiant, furious, and dangerously glowing. “Excuse me, but I did not die–so young–get insulted by a man who called me a Mudblood and raised my child like a Horcrux-hunting soldier in a YA dystopia, just for my grandchild to be named after the human equivalent of a mildew stain.”

Sirius wheezes. “James, I was literally tortured in the Department of Mysteries! I came back from Azkaban with cheekbones that could murder! And I died in front of him like a goddamn Shakespearean plot twist. But no. No, it’s always bloody Severus!”

James is pacing now. “Dumbledore manipulated the kid like a puppet and he gets a statue. I threw the child in the air and caught him! Successfully! Every time!”

Lily’s eyes are glowing. “You know what? Let’s haunt someone. I want blood. Or at least a mild haunting. Maybe a poltergeist situation. I want that boy to spill soup on himself every time he says ‘Severus.’”

“Oh, I’m ready,” Sirius grins. “I’ll start small. Misplace his socks. Tangle his shoelaces. Make Ginny call him ‘Alby’ in front of his friends.”

Remus, quiet with suppressed rage, adds, “Put copies of Hogwarts: A History in all their bathrooms. The updated edition. With footnotes.”

The celestial pensieve flashes again. Harry is telling his son he is named after the bravest man he's ever known.

...

James, deadpan:

“Okay. That’s it. I’m reincarnating.”

They all collectively sigh.

Sirius nods solemnly. “I want to come back as a howler and scream ‘YOU’RE WELCOME’ at the Christmas table.”

Remus mutters, “I’m coming back as a stray dog just to piss on Dumbledore’s grave.”

James closes his eyes. “You know what hurts the most? We were cool. We were so cool. We died like heroes in a war and somehow history turned us into the sad backstory in some greasy emo boy’s redemption arc.”

Lily throws up her hands. “You think you got rewritten? I got reduced to freckles, green eyes, and a personality called ‘Harry’s mom.’ I died gloriously. There was a scream. I looked ethereal. I had a monologue. And now I’m a plot device with ovaries.”

Sirius claps slowly. “We are going to start a celestial rebellion.”

“And Teddy?” James perks up suddenly. “Teddy Lupin. I forgot we had a nephew. A cool one.”

They all pause.

“…He’s dating my namesake,” James adds slowly. “That’s... that’s a weird familial loop.”

Sirius cackles. “Classic Marauder energy. I approve.”

Lily claps her hands. “Alright, if we can’t fix Harry’s naming issues, can we at least collectively agree to curse that portrait of Dumbledore? I want it to blink every time someone mentions ‘the greater good.’”

Remus: “Make it sneer every time someone says ‘clever boy.’”

James flops onto the cloud. “We were legends. And now we’re the punchline of a badly written epilogue.”

And somewhere below, Harry Potter sneezes. For no reason. His soup spoons have started disappearing. Teddy finds a mixtape in his sock drawer that plays “Teenage Dirtbag” on loop.

The haunting has begun.

And the dead?

The dead are laughing through their heartbreak.

[riverwriter]

“What do you think?” Draco asked his favourite redhead holding out the ring for her inspection.

“She’s going to die.”

He would have laughed at the expression of glee on Ginny’s face had he not been so nervous. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Good, so good. Draco, how the hell did you manage this? This looks exactly like… I don’t even know how to describe it… it just screams ‘Hermione.’”

“Well isn’t that a good sign? Since I want her to spend the rest of her life with me and all?”

Ginny reached out and punched his shoulder. He winced- she was a professional athlete, after all- and took the opportunity to snap the ring box shut.

“If you did that well with the ring, what could you possibly need me for?”

“I can’t decide when to do it. I want to do it around Christmas time, she just loves the season so much. But not actually on Christmas Day, she deserves a special effort, not just me taking leaching onto the holiday.”

Ginny bit her lip and nodded. “That’s thoughtful, I agree. After then? But before the New Year. Before Christmas is so hectic, they’ll be parties to attend, wrapping things up at work, she’ll probably be happy but stressed. And then after is usually kind of a let down, you can give her something new to celebrate.”

“That’s perfect,” Draco let out a sigh of relief, “thank you, you’re a good friend to her.”

She let out a squeal and launched herself at him. She hugged him tight around the neck. “I told her you were the one, you know, back when you first started dating, when it looked liked there might be too much between you, too much history. But I knew from the way you looked at her, even then.”

“You’re a good friend to me too.”

Day 16: Ginny Weasley

[dream-with-a-fever]

mini neak peak of my half blood prince missing moments (incredibly long) one-shot 💟

“So, is this how you thought you’d be spending your birthday?” Ginny asked, handing Harry another dish, drowning in soap suds.

“What do you mean?” asked Harry, inspecting the plate he had just begun drying, before slipping it back in the sink for a second wash.

Ginny didn’t seem to have noticed he had done this for several dishes already due to her half-assed scrubbing. He grinned watching her pick up the same plate and scrubbing it again, eyes looking anywhere but the task at hand.

“I mean, did you imagine spending your sixteenth birthday doing the washing up with your bestfriend’s little sister?”

Harry sent her a look. “Come on, that’s — you’re not Ron’s sister, to me.”

Ginny looked up, in mock alarm.

“I’m not? Then, who’s that lanky git over there ranting about the Chudley Canons? Should we call someone?”

Harry barked out a laugh, shaking his head.

“You’re more than that. We’re mates, aren’t we?”

She raised her eyebrows, questioningly. “Are we?”

Harry frowned. “Ginny, we broom-surfed together. I’d say we’re definitely mates.”

She sighed as if reliving the memory.

“Oh yeah, I forgot I did that with you. Mustn’t have been memorable.”

“Liar,” Harry muttered, flicking her with soap suds.

Ginny said nothing, only letting out a giggle before she retaliated with a bigger splash that drenched not only Harry’s shirt but inadvertently, Fleur, who was rounding the corner into the kitchen at that exact moment.

[ginnyw-potter-archive]

Leaping

(It is a leap day after all)

Ginny looked up when her dad joined her at the pond. She smiled at him and then resumed her attempt to catch a frog. It required a lot of waiting.

“I heard you and Harry broke up,” Mr Weasley cut right to the chase.

Her gaze shifted from the pond to him. “I don’t remember telling you we were dating.”

“Ah.” Mr Weasley shook his head. “And you thought we wouldn’t find out?”

“No, I know you know.” She saw another frog slip under the surface again. “It was never meant to last.”

Mr Weasley looked at her for a long moment. “Why not?” he asked with an oblivious tone.

Ginny wondered if her dad was being deliberate about it, but she assumed he was just trying to make her talk about it. “You know why.”

“Enlighten me.”  

She knew he wouldn’t drop it. “Because he is Harry.”

Mr Weasley chuckled lightly. “That he is.” His hands folded together. “Did you... break up with him?”

“I didn’t.” It suddenly occurred to her that that was a first. She tended to be the first one to go. “It doesn’t matter. I knew it was going to happen, because he is Harry.”  

“Because he was trying to protect you?” Mr Weasley asked. At least he was no longer pretending he didn’t know.

“Yes, and...” She let out a long sigh. “I think he didn’t want me to wait for him.” She locked her gaze with her father’s. “We may all pretend not to know, we all know Dumbledore gave a mission, whatever it is.” She looked out to the pond against. “I am not sure if he expects to survive that, he is realistic about it at least.”

Mr Weasley nodded thoughtfully. “I can’t hate him for that.”

“It’s the worst,” Ginny said with a bitter smile. “Precisely because of that I like him so much.”

“You seem to take on all of that rather well.” A frown formed between his brows. “I hate how fast you have grown up. I feel like I’ve missed it entirely.” He looked down at his hands. “I was so busy with the boys, trying to get them through Hogwarts. I thought I had time with you, time to see you grow up and... then you started Hogwarts.”

The pain was evident in his eyes, guilt over something that was not his fault.

“There is still time,” she told him. “I may have some maturity, but I refuse to be grown-up.” And with that she leapt after the frog that had stuck its head out of the water.

She splashed into the pond and grabbed it with two hands. It tried to make an escape, but she had her hands clasped tightly around it. She stood up in the pond, her clothes drenched and her wet hair clinging to her face and neck.

She offered the frog to her dad and he was kind enough to hold it for her while she climbed out of the pond. It used to be the other way when she was younger. He’d jump around the pond—scaring off all the frogs in process—and she would sit and watch, giggling until her dad caught one for her.

She sat back down in the grass and took the frog back.

“What are you going to do with that?” he asked, wiping his hands on his trousers. “Another tea party with gnomes, frogs and newts?”

She shook her head. “Maybe if I give it a kiss, it’ll become a prince,” she joked. “Seeing as I am single again.”

“The only cursed frog in this pond is your cousin Barny. I would advice against kissing him, I put him in there for a good reason.” Mr Weasley bit back his smile.

Ginny laughed. “We don’t have a cousin Barny!”

“We could have,” Mr Weasley said. “It’s difficult to keep track.”

She chuckled lightly. “No. I can’t tell you what I am going to use it for. It is a secret.” She looked up at him innocently. “And you’d have to scold me, I am just saving you the hassle.”

[ginnyw-potter]

Precariously hoping (AO3)

Harry woke up alone. He stared up at the ceiling as he processed his latest nightmare. He rubbed his scar out of habit though it did not hurt the slightest bit.

The door opened softly and even though he gave no sign he had seen her, Ginny slipped into bed beside him and stared up at the ceiling too. Her elbow brushed against his arm.

"Tell me," she said lightly.

He shook his head slowly. "It's weird to have nightmares and they're entirely my own. They're not influenced by him anymore."

Of course they weren't. Voldemort was dead, but it was not something he was accustomed to.

"It's like he's still lurking in the corners of my mind."

"It takes a while, but it goes," Ginny told him quietly.

He turned his head to look at her and she met his eyes.

"Does it come back?" he asked. "For you?"

She nodded. "Sometimes. Less and less."

"That's good." He glanced down her body.

She was showing a lot of skin. Her shirt was short enough to show off her stomach and her shorts showed off a whole lot of leg.

"Great outfit."

She beamed at him. "It's summer out there, Harry. No dementors to bring the temperatures down. You can bet I'll enjoy it."

He glanced at her again. "Has your mother seen your outfit yet?"

"No." She shook her head lightly and her gaze came to rest comfortably on him again. "That's why I came to see you first."

"Ah?" He turned onto his side and let his fingers slip teasingly across her stomach before he wrapped his arm around her middle. "And for what purpose?"

She smiled broader. Easily. She turned onto her side towards him. "Mainly for that blush." Her finger ran across her cheek.

He chuckled and kissed her softly.

"You know if you weren't on the premises my mother would be okay with this outfit. Would've been okay with you here before we both hit puberty perhaps."

"I'm not past puberty," he said with a playful frown. "I'm still lanky."

She smiled and her fingers ran from his jaw to his neck. "That's due to circumstances. It'll be gone soon. I can see it going."

"Keen observer?" he teased.

She nodded. "Quite. After all we've lost, I need to see you heal."

His demeanor shifted immediately. "You're not losing me. Not in any way."

Her smile didn't meet her eyes now. "I'll have to wait and find that out on my own. You'll have to forgive me for not taking your word for it."

"I'll show you." He kissed her again. "But you have to promise me something."

She squeezed his upper arm. "And what's that?"

"Heal with me."

Ginny exhaled. "I'll try. It doesn't feel like I can right now."

"I know." He wrapped her into his embrace. "Just know you don't need to be strong all the time."

"My family needed me to." She pulled him closer. "I'm not afraid of the darkness. I can carry it."

He didn't know how to convey to her what he thought. Perhaps she would feel ready eventually. He knew if he pressed on she would be inclined to do the opposite.

"Mum and dad lost a son, Percy's guilt for not being here is eating him up. George lost a twin," Ginny said. "If I can help out, I'll do it."

He looked her in the eye. "I'll hold your hand every step of the way."

Her gaze slipped over his face, looking thoughtful.

"What?" he asked.

She turned onto her back again. "You never made me such promises before." She shook her head and breathed out. "That you'd be here for me."

"I knew I couldn't. Not then," he said. "Now I have every intention to."

She swallowed hard and her hand went blindly in search of his. He clasped hers.

"How much time do you reckon we have before Ron bursts in here?" he asked.

She met his gaze with twinkling eyes. "A while. I told him I'd distract you for him."

"And he agreed to that?" he asked in disbelief.

Ginny nodded eagerly. "He's in the garden with Hermione. You know how new couples are."

"Ha." He snorted. "And we are not?"

"We are and we aren't," she said as she took his hand between both of hers and played with his fingers mindlessly. "We are our own special thing."

"Yeah... unfortunately that sounds about right," he mumbled.

"Harry," she said firmly. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

He shook his head. "I think you do."

"I don't know. It's not perfect, but if things were different you wouldn't be you and I wouldn't be me." She squeezed his hand. "And I like who you are a whole lot."

He shifted closer to her. "I love you too."

"That's not what I said." She grinned at him, their eyes locked.

He placed a kiss on her lips. "It was subtext, I just know it. It always is with you."

"My secret is out," she told him quietly, her gaze fond. "How terrible."

[imagineweasley]

how each golden trio era character acts when they lay their eyes on you for the first time: PT. 1

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harry: harry is brooding at the lake after the bad day when he sees you for the first time. he's startled by you, but when you apologize and start to head back, he calls after you and says you can stay. you two sit in silence a few feet apart for a while, making occasional conversation. before, he was quiet because he was brooding, but now, he's quiet because his brain is screaming trying to work up the courage to talk to you. even during lulls in conversation, the silence is comfortable and this becomes a regular thing.

ron: ron chokes on a pumpkin pasty when he lays his eyes on you for the first time, and harry has to thump his back to save him. you're walking by him and notice his predicament, and you glance at him, slightly worried, but then can't help but smile at the sight of harry standing over him trying to save his life. he succeeds, only for ron to choke all over again when he sees your smile and hermione has to magic the pasty out of his throat.

hermione: she's hard at work in the library (as usual) when you sit down a little ways down the table from her. you accidentally drop your books on the table and she's distracted by the commotion. she looks up to glare but when she sees you, the glare is wiped off her face and she looks right back down at her book, pretending to read. unfortunately, she isn't taking in any of the information anymore and spends the rest of the study session stealing glances at you.

fred: he doesn't even try to hide his infatuation when he first meets you. he does wonder though, how he's never noticed you before. probably too busy causing a ruckus with george. he tries to be smooth and flirt, something that usually comes naturally to him, but he stumbles over his words and blurts out random things just to continue the conversation with you. george has quite a time making fun of him for the next week.

george: when he sees you, he goes silent, which doesn't happen often, so fred and lee notice immediately. when they realize what caused this, they immediately set off on a mission to draw as much attention to george as possible so that you'll notice him. he tries with all his might to stop them, running around to snatch away their wands, but this is a ruckus in itself and it catches your attention. even though they succeeded in their mission, fred and lee still carry out their plan and set off fireworks that burst above george in the shape of bright pink hearts, pretty appropriate since he melts as soon as he hears your laugh. the entire school knows george is basically in love with you by the end of the hour.sort or even making eye contact with you for the rest of the match. the next week, you come to watch his practice; you found his attempts to impress endearing, and when he sees you, he chokes on a bug and accidentally sends angelina and alicia crashing into each other.