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@ginnystrophyhusband Prompt 11

Word count: 403

She’s a bit of a show off. 

They’ve stolen down to the Quidditch pitch after dinner to fly. The season’s over, no need to practice any longer, but Harry reckons they’ve both managed to intertwine freedom and flying, both made it their little form of escape. 

Ginny's diving and looping and toeing the line of recklessness with the dangerous maneuvers she’s pulling, and Harry watches her at a safer speed. Her bright red hair is streaming behind her in the wind, her legs wrapped expertly around her broom, and he likes that he’s free to appreciate her unabashedly now, unlike during those furtive moments at practice when he stole looks at her like a fucking criminal. 

But then she pulls up, slams to such an abrupt halt that Harry sucks in a breath, and turns to him with a wicked gleam in her eye.

“Are you going to concede, yet?” she calls.

Harry didn’t know there’d been anything to concede. “What?”

“That I’m the better flyer.”

Harry stares at her - all freckles and bluster and mischief - and thinks she’s the best everything: flyer, girlfriend, thing that’s ever happened to him. But doesn’t say it, not yet. “I didn’t realize we were competing.”

She grins. “Life’s a competition, Potter.”

He likes the way she calls him that. And then it hits him all at once as he looks at her - Chaser, show off, competitiveness baked into her bones, banter that lives on her lips. My dad would’ve liked you, he thinks. No, he knows. 

He chokes on it, the knowing. Because he’s never known anything about his father before, not really. His father’s just an idea of a person, cooked up from snippets of anecdotes from Sirius, photographs from Hagrid, memories from Snape. He doesn’t have anything of his father that isn’t ambiguous, wasn’t given to him by someone else, but this - this. 

He would’ve liked you.

This, he knows.

She’s still staring at him, hovering midair, and he wants to close the distance between them, wants to press his thanks into her lips for giving him this tiny piece of James Potter, but doesn’t know how to bridge the gap. Instead, he says, “Reckon I’d better keep you on your toes, then.”

And he flashes forward with a burst of speed, past the sound of her delighted cackle.

She chases after him, heckling, and Harry grins toward the purpling sky. Glad you approve.

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Distance

@ginnystrophyhusband April 3 microfic <3

Word count: 321

"--don't cancel the Witch Weekly subscription, alright? I'm going to have it sent to Hogwarts."

Harry stared at her, framed in the billowing smoke of the Hogwarts Express in the dwindling moments before departure, a bark of laughter wrenched from him against his will. "This is your goodbye confession?"

"I--" Ginny paused, seemed to think better of whatever she'd been about to say, and nodded. "Yes."

"I fucking knew it."

"I read it ironically!" Ginny laughed, that spark of mischief catching fire in her eyes. "I swear!"

"Sure."

"Plus, I heard the next one is a special issue. Can't miss that."

Harry eyed her warily. "What?"

"Sexiest Wizard of 1998. I might have a dragon in the race this time."

Harry leveled a look at her, unwilling to connect those dots. "You're joking."

"Don't cancel it." Ginny stepped closer to him, lightly running her fingers along the front of his Auror robes. "I'll need something to look forward to."

Her warm brown eyes bore into his, and he swallowed the rush of emotion. How did she manage it? How did she always manage to make him laugh, even when she was about to reach into his chest and rip out his heart to store in her school trunk?

She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his, and he pulled her in flush against him, not caring about all of the people on the platform who were probably snapping photos for Witch Weekly's special issue.

He'd only had her back for a few months, and now that bloody train was about to put thousands of miles of distance between them. Again. But he was determined it would be different this time. They were different this time.

He pulled back from the kiss and looked down at her, trying to memorize every freckle. "I won't cancel Witch Weekly." I'd do anything you asked.

Ginny offered him a sad, commiserating, brave little smile. We'll be okay. "I know."

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This is the best Weasley family fic ever!

Yes, Ginevra there is a Santa Claus

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perfume

microfic for @ginnystrophyhusband

prompt: criminal

“Harry,” Hermione sighed tiredly, “I really don't know how hard that bludger hit you in the head but Ron and I have been in this room with you all afternoon, and Ginny hasn't been here at all.”

Harry harrumphed, making Ron laugh. He was sure his best mate hasn't let the thought that Harry was obsessed with his sister sink in yet, but he was grateful for the peace nonetheless.

Ron shoved his head lightly, “You're losing it mate,” he said, shooting Hermione a look, who was about to reprimand him for jostling Harry. “We would have seen her.”

“I'm pretty sure she was here,” he protested weakly.

“What?” snorted Hermione, “Preposterous.”

“We’ve snuck around undetected before haven't we?” Harry replied darkly, shifting around in his hospital bed.

“Under an invisible cloak, mate,” Ron interjected, “If I knew my family could afford one of those I would've asked for a Nimbus.”

Harry sniffed.

“Oh my goodness,” Hermione deadpanned, “You thought you smelled her in here didn't you!”

Ron bent over his knees, chuckling merrily.

“I’m pretty sure that was her though,” he grumbled, ignoring the way his cheeks warmed.

Her perfume was holding him ransom.

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(A Hinny Micro-oops for @ginnystrophyhusband) - DH Missing Moment

As far as Dean is concerned, Shell Cottage is a five-star hotel that he doesn't want to ever leave.

Once he'd thought inconceivable the idea of living in a place with not just one but two of Ginny's brothers, but things are surprisingly okay; no one comments anything. Ron barely looks at him, though it doesn't seem like a remaining hostility; he is always occupied with Hermione and Harry, that trio even more secretive than before. Bill Weasley is a cool guy — Dean can understand why Ginny always spoke highly of him — but they don't interact much. These days, Dean is usually in Luna's company; she is surprisingly entertaining once he learns to disregard a few comments. He can see why Ginny appreciates her so much.

Not that Ginny was a concern that had been on his mind lately — fighting for his survival really put in perspective being dumped by the girl you fancied — but the days on Shell Cottage are lazy, and he's constantly reminded of Ginny. Her brothers. Her best friend. Her boyfriend.

Harry spares him little attention, which doesn't surprise Dean; what does surprise Dean is that Harry not once sneaks away with Bill to meet Ginny. Harry always pauses whatever he's discussing with Ron and Hermione when Bill comes back from visiting his great-aunt or something, and listens to the news—but he doesn't talk about Ginny.

Which is weird. And Dean cannot help but think that he would ask about Ginny. He would risk his safety to visit his girlfriend—the girl he knows has been in trouble at Hogwarts. Luna doesn’t share much, but he knows that life at Hogwarts was just one step better than what Dean had faced on the run.

It's on a late afternoon, when he's helping with the dishes, and Fleur is looking out the window tensely as she waits for her husband's return, that he voices it out loud.

"Did Harry go with Bill?"

Fleur blinks, distracted. It's strange to remember how he once fawned over her, but now, after she tended over him, she looks so... human.

"No. Harry is outside." She indicates another window, the one with the view to the beach. Dean knows what she means; everyone has noticed how Harry isolates himself sometimes, watching the sunset on the cliffs.

"I thought he might want to go. Check on his girlfriend and all."

Fleur frows, confusion distorting her beautiful expression; then someone grabs the plates from Dean's hand.

"They've broken up," Luna tells him, and she sounds strangely reproachful. "Ginny doesn't like to talk about it."

Now Fleur's expression softens, as if she understands far more than Dean could ever; she was a Triwizard champion once, Dean remembers. She is smart.

But Dean is not, so he finds himself leaving through the backyard door and standing on the path that leads to the cliffs, though he doesn't go there. It's silly but he cannot stop feeling as if the cliffs belong to Harry. It's where he goes to think whatever thoughts that had been on his mind.

And then, as if he can feel Dean’s stare, though he is so far that he cannot even see Dean, Harry turns and stands up. There’s a faraway expression on his face that doesn’t change once he is closer and raises a hand in quiet greeting.

As he once did, Dean cannot help but size himself up against Harry. Harry was on the run as well, so he looks thin, gaunt; it should be shocking, but Dean has seen worse in the past months. Nothing impressive. One would think that being the Chosen One, Harry would be slicing You-Know-Who piece by piece by now.

“Is Bill back yet?” Harry asks when he joins Dean on the path.

“No.” Something clouds Harry’s eyes, a deep fear that he tries to hide by looking to the ocean. A weird sense of compassion floods Dean. “But it's still early. I’m sure everything is okay.”

Empty words, but Harry doesn’t comment upon it. He gives Dean a quick smile that doesn’t reach his eyes before turning back to watch the ocean below; the sun is almost down now, the last stripes of red tinting the clouds in the sky. Orangish red. The colour of Ginny’s hair—the same colour that she shares with her brothers, but somehow, watching the sky, Dean cannot think about any other Weasley at the moment.

He wonders if that’s what attracts Harry in the sunset so much—the remembrance of someone he has no right to miss anymore.

“Hum,” he mumbles, and a mirthless chuckle escapes his lips. Harry turns to him questioningly now. “Nothing, I just—I just realised we are both Ginny’s exes.”

It doesn’t sound funny at all. Harry grimaces, quiet, and Dean tries to diffuse the situation.

“I mean, if we call Michael Corner, we can start a support group for guys dumped by Ginny Weasley.”

Still not funny, but now Harry looks down, a flash of guilt on his face. Ginny doesn’t like to talk about it, Luna had told Dean.

Realisation hits him. “You dumped her?”

Harry crosses his arm, meeting Dean’s gaze unflinchingly now. “I did not dump her, we just broke up.”

“But you were perfectly happy together!” It doesn’t make sense. Sure, Dean might say that once he had been perfectly happy with Ginny, but it lasted months until things got sour. Whereas Harry and Ginny… “You went out for, what, two months?”

“Fifty-one days,” Harry answers at once, and Dean has a sudden vision of him marking sticks on a wall as if he doesn’t ever want to lose track of time, wants to experience each moment. It had been annoying, it had hurt, but Dean knew that Harry and Ginny were a thing; he had never seen them so bright before.

If Dean had that with anyone, he knows that he would never let go.

“Why?”

Harry turns to him with the look of a man that lived a thousand lives. “What could I possibly offer to her?”

It sounds cheesy, but Dean says anyway. “Your love?” Harry’s eyes widen. “You do love her, right?”

A myriad of emotions shine on Harry’s face before he fixes his stare on the ocean, now dark below them. Whatever Harry feels, he doesn't want to share.

“I want her to be safe. Even if it means—”

He doesn't finish it, but Dean can hear it anyway. Even if it means she stays with someone else. Someone like Dean.

And for a moment Dean sees it. A future without Harry in which he could be with Ginny; something stable. He could comfort her and be there once she would be ready to fall in love again.

Then guilt hits him harder than the waves break against the cliff. Harry is here talking about how he wants Ginny to be safe above all, not making plans over her dead lover. 

Maybe there is a reason Harry is the hero of the story, and Dean is just a guy who happens to be the ex-boyfriend of the hero's girlfriend.

“Shut it,” he says then. Once in a while in the stories, the hero needs advice. “This is Ginny Weasley we are talking about. That girl could defeat You-Know-Who himself if he wasn’t so smart to avoid her.”

Now his joke hits the right spot. Harry chuckles, the sound fresh in the night, and for a moment Dean sees the shadow of the joyful guy who walked hand-in-hand with Dean's ex-girlfriend.

It still hurts, but it also feels bearable. Maybe after this is over, Dean can find the story in which he is more than a footnote.

 “Luna can charm the radio like no one, she finds the most interesting tunes,” he notes. “Come inside, we can wait in the living room until Bill returns.”

Until they know that Ginny is safe, Dean means.

Harry nods, and Dean knows he understood; once it would be strange to share this connection with Harry, but now, like everything else, the forebonding sense of doom seems to diminish the awkwardness.

“I'd like that," Harry says, and they turn to enter the cottage.

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POV: Harry and Ginny in public vs private, day vs night ;)

Art by tamayula

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(A Hinny Microfic for @ginnystrophyhusband) - HBP Missing Moment!

Ginny was gorgeous.

He didn't know why he hadn't noticed before — maybe the constant presence of her boyfriend didn't help — but now all he could see was how bright her smile was. She flew so beautifully that he felt he could just keep watching her: the way her hair whiplashed around her; her narrowed eyes as she contemplated the field for a moment before diving to catch the Quaffle—

"Hey!" Ritchie bumped him. "Stop oggling."

"I wasn't," Jimmy replied, face flushing. "It's just... Ginny."

Ritchie rolled his eyes as he took the bat and offered it to Jimmy. "You know you have no chance with her, right?"

"She is single now!"

"So?"

"So she might fancy me."

Ritchie stared at him, seeming at a loss for words. Jimmy's blush intensified, but he wasn't going to retreat. Dean was out of the picture now, so, hypothetically, in his perfect dream world, there was no reason why he couldn't go out with Ginny Weasley—

"I got it," came Harry's voice. He was carrying the chest with the Blugders — Jimmy could see them struggling to escape. "Damn Slytherins, I'm complaining to Madam Hooch — they keep 'losing' the keys, last week it took me ten minutes until I found the Snitch." Harry sighed. "Ready to be on the air?"

"Someone is already on the air today," laughed Ritchie.

"Stop it," Jimmy told him, only to be ignored.

"Guess who has a crush on Ginny Weasley?"

Harry's mouth opened and closed for a moment, his face red, and Jimmy remembered too late that he was Ginny's brother's best friend — Ginny's brother, incidentally, who seemed to be very against the idea of her dating anyone.

"Don't tell Ron!" He said urgently, and it took Harry a moment to focus on him.

"Ah—" Harry blinked repeatedly. "You have a crush on Ginny."

Jimmy looked down. "Yeah."

"You," Harry repeated, and Jimmy thought it was starting to sound a bit offensive. Jimmy glanced at him; Harry looked relieved for a moment—and then he met Jimmy's gaze with the same expression he had against the Slytherins in the last match, looking nothing like the usual encouraging Quidditch captain that he was. Jimmy felt rather... evaluated. "Aren't you too young for her?"

"Er—"

Ritchie chuckled. "That was what I was going to tell him."

"Girls date younger guys," Jimmy answered slowly. He stole another glance at Harry. "You dated Cho Chang, she was older."

"Only one year older."

"Well, my birthday is in September, so technically Ginny and I are only one year apart..."

Harry grimaced. Jimmy didn't know that an age gap was such a big deal for him—especially an age gap so tiny.

"Do you have anything in common?"

"Well... we are both Gryffindors, we play Quidditch... I like her jokes..."

Harry seemed to consider this for a moment.

"So are you going to ask her out?"

Jimmy's splutter was cut by Ritchie's laugh. "He's a Gryffindor, but not so much—Jimmy will soon face a dragon before asking her out."

"I will!" Jimmy said hotly, just as, next to him, Harry mumbled, "I have faced dragons."

"Well, she's right there." Ritchie smirked. "What is keeping you from flying next to her and asking her out?"

"Maybe... maybe later. I'm not in a rush, I—"

"Right." Ritchie winked at Harry, though the captain didn't seem to notice it. "Tell me when you find your courage."

And he took an impulse and flew away.

Jimmy shook his head as he followed Ritchie. He wasn't in a hurry, that was it. Ginny had just broken up with her boyfriend, so he needed to give her time — though as far as he could see, she didn't seem particularly upset. As he watched, she dived suddenly, joining Harry, who was still on the ground; he didn't seem to have moved since the conversation with Jimmy and Ritchie, lost in his thoughts — the chest with the Bludgers was still closed next to him — but as Ginny called on him, life seemed to spring back on his face. She said something that made him laugh — the kind of happy laugh that had been the captain's preferred sound these last weeks of practice — and then Harry released the Bludgers and joined them on the air.

Jimmy sighed, watching Ginny's flaming hair for a moment before focusing on the Bludgers. He would ask her out eventually; he had no rush after all, she was single and didn't look as if she wanted another boyfriend just yet. But if she did — Ginny had always been nice to him, and she was just so pretty —, then he would present himself.

That was a nice thought, and he hit the Bludger rather lazily, slowing the ball — though not enough for Harry to dodge it. The ball hit him straight on the head.

"I'm okay!" Harry cried, shaking his head, cheeks flushed. Jimmy had the distinct notion that he wasn't the only one distracted these days.

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i can't imagine minerva mcgonagall’s horror when a menacingly cute first-year little boy approached him and introduced himself as james sirius potter.

she can already feel the headache from the james + sirius + potter. but no, that's not all, because he's also a fucking weasley.

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ginny was possessed at age 11 by one of the most powerful wizards in the world.

carried around a fragment of his soul in her pocket for the better half of a year.

was incredibly isolated due to the abuse and manipulation

murdered roosters at the school, but having no memory of it, just covered in blood and feathers

attacked students unknowingly by allowing the basilisk out

had the courage and the sense to dispose of it when she thought something was wrong

was made to write her own farewell message on the wall, and walk to her death, and wait

her trauma is so overlooked, even harry forgets about it (and yes, he has a lot of trauma himself, so it’s understandable). i hate how little this is talked about when it comes to her as a character. it’s so integral to who she is, why she acts the way she does, how she understands harry in a way literally no one else can. it’s not the reason he loves her, but it’s a huge part of why they just get each other, without saying a word.

ginevra molly weasley deserves the world.

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Someone said, “If you like Harry, raise your hand,” and suddenly the Earth turned into a fluffy sea urchin (｡ò∀ó｡).

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I've been living under a rock. Can anyone please tell me what the JK Rowling controversy is about? As in from the beginning? All I know is that she is a certified transphobe but what words actually started the fire?

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Dumbledore: I'm glad Harry is taking his task so seriously

Meanwhile, Harry to his chest monster: So this is a list of the two hundred reasons why I'm perfect for Ginny. I would have found more, but I've been pretty busy dreaming about our wedding lately

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Ginny: My partner needs to be graceful, sophisticated, and coordinated.

Harry: Hey Gin- *crashes into a table, falls and drags everything off the table with him*

Ginny:

Ginny: I want that one.

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One of the funny things about LotR is that almost every people in it professes to disbelieve in the supernatural, but because they live in a fantasy world their baseline for "natural" is so jacked up. The Rohirrim are like, yeah, there's a wizard in this tower and ancient tradition that we have no reason to doubt says this mountain is full of ghosts, but walking trees? Short people? I don't think so. Galadriel is like, "Listen I heard you describe what I do as magic and look I just gotta clear some things up, okay." Gondorians are like, yeah, of course the Enemy has spectres of men who lived long ago and never died and can now fly above us and incapacitate us with just their voices. This is just a fact of life, okay? But shut up about this magic weed that makes comatose people better. That's an old wives' tale. Royalty? Press X to doubt.

The people group in Tolkien's work who seem most receptive to magic and least restricted by their own notions of what it can do actually seem to be the hobbits. And they use it to avoid meeting people they don't want to talk to

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Ohhhhh Ginny you are so cute 🥰

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harry who calls his time with ginny as the happiest he's ever been

harry who watched ginny run with the train during his first year until his vision could no longer see her

harry who at twelve said ginny blushed like the setting sun

harry who was the first to notice how sickly ginny's been looking in her first year

harry who who got angry and irritated with percy for shooing ginny away when she was about to tell them something important

harry who said ginny being taken down in the chamber was the worst day of his life

harry who always looks for ginny's eyes when something funny happens because he knows she'll get it

harry who got himself injured because he was staring at ginny fly so he got distracted

harry who said that his resolve will always break easily if he was near ginny

harry who thought of ginny before he died

harry who chose to come back to life because he wanted a life with ginny