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As a fanfiction writer who takes Romantic relationships much further than they went on books(no mentioning movies)

And as someone who is also a fanfic writer

How do you want Harry and Ginny's relationship to be portrayed in the new series. Especially now that the Fandom is so much ahead of what it was back then during the movies not to mention the power of social media, I think there would be much less leeway to get away from things that they did in the movies and also because the entire source material is known to the Fandom and no one's wondering why Snape is the way he is

I would like more of a lead-up to Hinny in the TV series. I want to see Ginny putting her elbow in the butter dish. I want to see Hinny smirking at each other after the twins make a joke. The Easter egg scene, the lucky you scene, the real kiss, their sunlight days.

I’d even like to see (though it’s not in the books) more scenes with them. Harry grabbing her hand to show her the correct wand movement during a D.A. meeting, the two flying and laughing together at the beginning of the HBP season at the Burrow, Harry watching her dancing with Neville at the Yule Ball and not hearing Ron complaining next to him, the two of them standing side by side with their shoulders touching after the Quidditch World Cup, Ginny hugging Harry after Sirius’ death. SOMETHING. Like just small movements that will make the kiss so much more amazing when it happens.

If Harry doesn’t get hit in the head by a Bludger in sixth year during practice because he’s staring at Ginny, I will rage.

But, I think you’re right. Like I don’t care if they hold the “mystery” to some plot points. I never saw Star Wars until I was in my 30s but I knew every single major twist already just because it was so widely popular and I heard people talk about it my entire life. That’s HP. Everyone knows all the twists already even if they haven’t read the books or watched the movies. So give me a Marauders first episode with Peter betraying the Potters and Sirius going after him. Give me extra Hinny moments. Give me Dumbledore going after the ring and getting his hand all gross. Show me the Longbottoms being attacked. Give me it allll.

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Omg this could have totally been written me. I wanted to get these things out of my chest for so long but too lazy to write it out in correct words.

Thank you anonymous for taking the words right out of our heart ❤️

I need to rant because well this needs to be said:

I’m going to go as far as saying I don’t trust people who like Snape and hate James. Yes, he was arrogant and bullyish towards Snape, but let’s not forget James main target was the blood supremacists, and guess who was one? Snape. His best mate was a neglected boy who didn’t feel like he fit in with his own family and their views. What did he do? He opened his home as a safe space for him. His other best mate was a werewolf, and instead of being afraid of him or degrading him, he became an animugus so he wouldn’t be alone on the worst days of the month. His other friend was a reject and probably wouldn’t have been popular in any other house (including Slytherin), but James took him under his wing and looked out for him. Everyone does stupid shit when they’re young, but they learn from it and MOVE ON. You know who didn’t move on? Snape! He was bitter because the woman he loved chose the man he loathed, then he joined a group that targets/tortures/kills people like the woman he loves, then, trying to be the ultimate kiss arse to his dark lord, tells him about a prophecy of a child who will be his downfall, then begs the dark lord to spare the woman he loves when he find out the prophecy is for her child, not giving a crap about her son or husband, then, when she dies, he’s like, okay I’ll become a professor and bully little children because it’s all in the name of "love", then when the son of the woman he loves has his first lesson with him, what does he do? Bully him, then he bullies a child that had his parents tortured by his stupid friends and that child his so afraid of him that his boggart takes shape of Snape, then he promotes spoilt blood purist narcissist ferret when he bullies the child of the women he loves, then he throws a temper tantrum when a dementors kiss isn’t given to the of the men he thinks is responsible for the death of the women he loves but it was actually all Snape’s fault because he wanted to kiss his dark lords arse and become his favourite by telling him about the bloody prophecy, then he "accidentally" lets it slip that Remus is a werewolf isolating the child of the women he loves from anyone who cares for him, then he continues to bully of the child of the women he loves even though he realizes he’s different, AND then the audacity of the man to rip a photo of a happy family and take part of a letter just so he can get himself off with his right hand in secluded broom cupboard… That photo belonged to Harry and Harry only. How the fuck is that poor cabbage (in @seriouslysam8 word) supposed to touch or look at that picture again knowing what his ex professor/man obsessed with his mom did to that picture. He didn’t come to the good side or join the death eaters again because he cared for Harry. He was looking for redemption, hoping that the guilt he felt for get it the women he loved killed would lessen. Again, for purely selfish reasons. If he cared for Harry, he would have checked in knowing what Petunia was like, Snape was abused as a child, so he should have noticed the signs of an abused child when he saw Harry, he shouldn't have bullied innocent children that lost loved ones because of his and his friends' actions. We saw one memory of James bullying Snape, how many times did Snape and his friends bully the Marauders? How many times did they bully Muggle borns? What did Snape do as a death eater to innocent people before the Potters died? How many people did he torture, hurt, and kill? You can't say none, because he would have had to prove himself to be just as evil as the rest of the DE, and I'm sure there was some type of initiation to become a death eater. The main question is: if it wasn't the Potters and it was the Longbottoms who were targeted instead, would he have confessed to Dumbledore? The answer is no. which is why Snape isn't a good person.

Okay I think I’m done for now, sorry just needed to vent! 😅

#tell me you hate Snape without telling me you hate him

If you ever wanted to accuse me of sending an anon ask to myself, this was the most probable of them all.

100% agree with you, anon.

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AND HAS SMUTTY DREAMS ABOUT HER THAT HE CANNOT TELL RON

i hope ginny knows that harry writes hinny fanfics in his head

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🔥🔥🔥

Harry, auror.

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I don’t know if you’ve done this, but could you do something after the Battle of Hogwarts, where Ginny and Harry talk about their relationship. I care if it’s smutty or not! Thank you!

thanks anon, I hope you liked it, and sorry for the delay <3

SMUT

STORM NIGHTS

''May I come in?'' The low voice came through the thunder and the howling of the wind outside, the darkness prevailing in the room with the lack of open sky and the moon appearing, but even though Harry was about to die, he would know whose voice it was.

‘’Sure.’’ He was lying in bed, awake for what seemed like centuries, feeling that characteristic emptiness that had been installed since .. he didn't know right. Since he left Hogwarts to go on his suicide mission? Since he split up with Ginny? Since Voldemort died? He didn't know, but it was there.

''I hope I didn't wake you up.'' Ginny closed the door behind her, and applying the security spells, wearing an old sweatshirt and cute fluffy socks, her wand lit up her incredibly beautiful face, and Harry almost thought he was dreaming of an angel.

‘’No, I haven’t been able to sleep yet.’’ He sat on the bed, barely caring about the lack of glasses, just going over to the side so she could sit there.

‘’Me neither.’’ The flickering light went out, and darkness permeated them again, her voice went a little lower, doing a lot on Harry’s body. He and Ginny hadn't quite established what was going on, they were just existing. Sneaking around the corners to be alone, stealing kisses when no one was watching, and making excuses to get out of The Burrow. ‘’I hate rain.’’

‘’I'm glad I don’t’’ He joked, smiling in a corner when the familiar feeling of filling, warmed his chest, seeming to raise a million bats by flapping their wings furiously across his body.

''You are my hero.'' Ginny said, standing up just enough to get the height to kiss him decently, her soft mouth falling deliciously against his, making everything a big blur around them, nothing that mattered anymore that they.

Harry was never so grateful that Ron went on a trip with Hermione.

It was so peaceful to be with Ginny, so calming, that Harry had thought that his dose of endorphins, serotonin and dopamine would rise every time she was around. It was almost like being drunk on something much, much, better than Firewhisky.

His body was sliding down the bed until his back was fully settled on the clean sheet, Ginny was sitting on his lap, doing wonders with her hip and mouth, kissing his jaw, chin, neck, and almost driving him crazy every time the long nails scratched his abdomen or came very close to the pajama pants.

That storm never felt more like a drizzle than when she took off her sweatshirt, her red hair falling like flames on her back, in the same second that lightning cut through the sky and illuminated the dark room, leaving Ginny perfectly in the focus of the light.

She looked like a deity.

Harry didn't quite know when he lost his own clothes, or when it was that Ginny was totally naked in his lap, moaning his name against his mouth as he worked his fingers between her thighs, delighting with the burning and wet sensation that came from her.

Not even when the thunder shook the earth, did Harry manage to care, numb by the smell, the taste, the texture, everything that Ginny had, too lost to be able to care anything beyond. And he knew there was no going back.

There was no way back from that paradise that she put him in every time they were together, and not just sexually, because it was always. When they talked, when they swam together, when they worked on something in The Burrow together, even when they had to face the funerals, Ginny seemed to make everything better.

Harry knew he would never be the same again if he let her slip through his fingers.

The hunting days demonstrated perfectly well that this was not possible.

‘’Wait.’’ He squeezed her hips before Ginny could move any further, because then, Harry definitely couldn’t think of anything else.

‘’Something wrong?’’ Her voice was low, euphoric and almost choked. Harry didn't even need light to know that her cheeks were on fire, making the freckles even more striking.

''I need to tell you something...'' He took a deep breath. ''Ginny, I love you.'' In his hands, he managed to feel her stiffen, and when another lightning cut across the sky, he could see that her eyes were wide in his direction.

‘’Potter, I’m already naked, you don’t have to try too hard.’’ Her hands tightened against his chest.

‘'I'm serious, I want to marry you one day. And don't interrupt me.’’ He knew what she was about to do. ‘’I spent the worst months of my life on that hunt, and the thing I realized most was that I had never been as happy as I was when I was on your side. And now... Fuck, Ginny, now, I feel it again. Every time you are close, I feel fucking alive, and I don’t know if I can stand to see you go to Hogwarts without you knowing that I love you much more than I thought one day I would be able to, and… Merlin, I want you by my side.''

The silence that remained in those seconds around them made the storm sound much more prominent than before, filling the room with an almost deafening echo, and Harry was distressed that he had been rushed too far.

He should have waited longer to say that, but Ginny would be gone in less than a week and he would die just to imagine her dating another man because he had been too loose to admit that he still loved her. More than ever.

‘’Harry.’’ Ginny finally spoke. But then she shut up again, and instead of saying anything else, she simply bent down and kissed him in a way he had never felt, making him almost burn when her hands grabbed his face, making the storm, again, as important as a fine drizzle. ''I never stopped being on your side, and it's very stupid of you to think that I did that one day.'' She smiled, still close to him, and Harry thought it would be possible for the sun to explode right now, and he didn't would care.

No one else said anything, his hands pushed her down again until she was on top of his attention-less member, and as predicted, Harry's mind was clouded by the sensation of him burying himself inside her. It was perfect, even more than that, and he would never tire.

The pace was slow, his mouth roamed Ginny's bare, creamy skin, kissing and biting every spot he knew drove her crazy, listening to the moans filling the room and sounding like a melody. The sensation of her sliding under him was even better and more numbing than when it was his fingers.

Harry felt her nails poking him in the chest when Ginny picked up the pace, their pelvis meeting in synchronized motion, and at an angle that seemed to be touching her in all the right places. But even so, he dropped one hand to the middle of her thighs, stimulating her further, and feeling her teeth on his neck in response.

It was one of the most incredible things he had ever experienced.

''Fuck'' She murmured, a little softly on top of him, but still holding on tightly, pressing her thighs against Harry's hips and tightening around him, making him almost come.

He could barely say coherent words.

His hips started to push too, forcing him to raise his knees, which made everything gain an even more frantic rhythm, and the moans grew louder and louder.

It didn't take long for Ginny to fall off the cliff, pulling him along for that fall that sent him back to Earth, his body shaking and the air missing from his lungs. Harry could almost see the stars behind his eyelids as he came and roared at the sensation, squeezing Ginny's hips so she wouldn't move even a millimeter, feeling the familiar tingle run through his body.

The two fell together on the bed.

‘’You’re going to need to find a way to see me at Hogwarts.’’ She said, after a long time, lying awkwardly beside him.

‘’I’m sure I can do this…’’ Harry looked at her, smiling like a fool in love who was, ‘‘Your mom will freak out.’’

‘’She will finally be able to say that you are family.’’ Ginny laughed. ‘’I love you.’’ He wanted to say that she was the first person who told him that (that he remembered), but he was still so lost that he decided it would be for another day.

''Me too.''

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Hey!! Your writing is absolutely incredible - I love all of your stories so much! Your grasp on the relationship between Harry and Ginny is so perfect. Would you ever consider writing an intimate moment for them when they’re a little older - maybe 30s or 40s?? I just love reading your stories in order and seeing how their physical relationship evolves and would love to read how you see them as 30-40 year olds.

Thanks to @floreatcastellumposts for the beta and thanks to my frans on the HG Discord for the discussion that prompted this! ;) On AO3.

N S F W (per usual...)

Ginny’s up early this morning, not that he’s surprised.

He pretends to be asleep as she gathers her dressing gown and ties it at her waist, but he’s been awake since she rolled over and stepped out of bed. He’s too used to her by now, he reckons. Too attuned to her movements. Especially when they’re different.

They’ve been on a schedule for the past several weeks: No more lie-ins. No more lazy shags at half past nine. They’ve gotten reacquainted with things like silencing charms and a “lock/knock” system, just in case.

From first September until last Friday, they’d had three solid weeks of doing whatever the hell they want, wherever the hell they want, for the first time in fifteen years. They’d adjusted to the silence instead of madness and constant chaos. They’d replaced sadness and nostalgia and feeling sorry for themselves by walking around starkers and shagging on countertops.

That’s come to an abrupt halt, though. So to speak.

Still, though, Harry doesn’t complain. He’d never even dream of finding fault with the life that fate handed him, about getting what he’s always wanted, even if he often feels like he hasn’t earned it. Like he hasn’t done enough good in life to deserve what he’s got. And this time of year, there’s always somehow too much time to ruminate on that — and nowhere near enough. He’s fifteen years out, but family is still a concept that feels strange in his mouth. The undeniable fact that he gets to spend Christmas with a real-life, actual family is more surreal than he can describe.

Ginny continues puttering around to get ready as Harry counts the days in his head. Today’s the 22nd, isn’t it? Which means Christmas is in three days. Three days! Merlin, where the hell has this year gone? Where the hell have any of the years gone? Every single day with his children is a bittersweet reminder that his babies aren’t babies. 

As such, he’s certain no one actually believes in Father Christmas anymore, but in the sweetest possible plot twist, James and Albus have nonetheless gone out of their way to preserve some of the magic for their sister. Just last night, they’d swiftly kicked Rose beneath the table at the Burrow when she’d nearly blurted as much. This little display had made Harry’s heart to swell in his chest until his eyes watered with adoration — and he knows it doesn’t make him Father of the Year, but for the life of him, he couldn’t have found it in himself to scold them. Not when they’d been working together so selflessly (for once!) to keep the illusion from shattering.

So. Yes. Harry can concede that having them home is lovely. All of it’s cozy and heartwarming and brilliant to see. He just wishes someone had given his libido the memo that having children around (again) would… interrupt the habits to which they’d become reaccustomed.

Ginny closes the door behind her so softly that Harry knows she thinks he’s sleeping. And although this wouldn’t be his top choice of how to spend his morning, he accepts he’ll have to settle for the next best thing: Waking up early. To fondle his wife in the kitchen. Before the kids join them.

He gives her a seven minute head start, though, before rising himself. Just long enough for her to be properly distracted, her brow furrowed in concentration as she bends down, perhaps to remove a pan or collect something she’s dropped. The possibilities are oddly arousing through a golden haze of domesticity, and on rare occasions like this, Harry wonders if it’s weird that the prospect turns him on so much: The fact that she’s his wife and she had his children and she’s probably puttering around in the kitchen right this second, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

When Harry finally slinks in seven minutes later he’s not disappointed with what he finds. Ginny’s busying herself with breakfast, just as he’s predicted; rather than feel guilty that she’s doing all the work, though, he allows himself a rare moment of indulgence to rest his shoulder against the doorpost. And he just watches her.

Ginny’s hair is pulled in a messy bun, her pajama bottoms dipping scandalously low. The band hovers just above those little dimples on top of her arse... the ones he’s long-since learned are the perfect size for the pads of his thumbs. Like when he’s bending her over the couch. Or the table.

He reckons these dimples would fit his fingertips fairly well too, but he’s never gotten a proper look. At least not when she’s straddling him and rocking back and forth as she bites her lip. He winces, adjusting himself in his trousers. It’s been a week — which is far, far too long.

Ginny adds three sausages to the pan, and when she speaks, she regards the sizzling meat in thoughtful consideration. “Huh. I should really speak with Hermione about the surplus of time turners.”

Harry smirks, unsurprised he’s been found out. Ginny always knows when he’s watching her — but once upon a time, she hadn’t known why. During their brief time together at Hogwarts, she’d confessed to months of denial, weeks of pretending he’d simply been ogling her with no emotional attachment.

The notion that he’d ever be suave enough to eye someone up for a one-night stand is still rather hilarious to him, but that’s one of the few things Harry keeps to himself.

He pushes off from the wall and walks forward until he’s angling his pajama bottoms against her bum. “Good morning to you too,” he rumbles into her ear, his voice raspy with sleep and lust. He feels rather than sees her smile when his hand slips beneath the waistband of her pajama trousers, but Ginny remains silent as the pan sizzles.

“Now, then,” he prods — both literally and figuratively. “What’s this about time turners? You’ve got to take pity and explain it to me, Ginny. I’m old.”

She reaches for the spatula, her bum gliding across the strategically-placed tent in his trousers. “That doesn’t feel old.”

Harry snorts. “Shows how much you know. Been like this since I woke up. Only got worse when I stared at you.”

She playfully rolls her eyes and adds another sausage. “And whose fault is that? I was perfectly content making breakfast—”

“—making breakfast while hot,” Harry corrects, nipping at her ear. “Big difference.”

Ginny ignores this and settles for stating the obvious. “Well. I reckon it wouldn’t be breakfast in the Potter house if you weren’t trying to cop a feel. And risk burning the place to the ground.”

A ghost of a chuckle crawls up his throat, but Harry’s on a greater mission. He tries his hardest to keep his voice serious, even as his fingers begin their descent. “You,” he notes, nipping at her jaw again, “were about to explain time turners to your poor, confused husband.”

He delights in the nearly-imperceptible goosebumps that erupt across the back of her neck as his breath dances across it. She’s good at hiding when he’s turning her on; he’ll give her that.

“I was trying to convey that you haven’t stared at my arse like that since I was sixteen,” she explains, her eyes still trained on the pan. “But really, I don’t see the point. Pun most certainly intended.”

“I beg to differ,” Harry rumbles, moving his mouth to caress the shell of her ear. “I stare at your arse a lot, actually.”

She manages to nonchalantly flip the sausage as Harry dips his hand lower, his fingers skating the bare swell of her bum. He says the thousandth silent prayer that she never wears knickers to bed.

“Is that so?” She sounds genuinely intrigued as he palms her right arsecheek, his fingers splayed over the soft freckles he knows by memory.

“Mmm. While you’re flying, for example,” he continues, brushing his erection against the small of her back as his index finger dips lower and lower. Ginny hisses and bites her lip, and he relishes in the flush that blossoms on her chest.

Before he knew her better, he might’ve thought that color meant embarrassment. Now, though, he doesn’t need to slip his fingers between her folds to know it means she’s wet.

Of course, though, he does that anyway — and of course, he’s rewarded the moment he does.

She parts her legs and releases a breathy moan, her eyelashes fluttering against her pale cheeks, and Harry continues doing something with his hand that he’s had half his life to perfect.

“It seems I wasn’t the only one ready a little early this morning,” he notes, the pad of his thumb shifting to caress her clit. And then, before he can help it: “Why didn’t you let on that you’re absolutely gagging for it, Mrs Potter?”

Ginny rolls her eyes from over her shoulder as his humble-brag breaks the spell. She lifts the spatula again and continues to cook, but at least she doesn’t move away from where his middle finger is tucked inside her. Still, Harry winces and berates himself for getting too confident. She could be panting in his arms by now; he’s clearly doing something wrong if she still has it in her to banter.

“Eh. Reckon that information is on a need-to-know basis,” Ginny manages, her features carefully schooled into nonchalance. “After all, bringing me off has always been far more torturous for you.”

He laughs against her neck, his fingers drifting where he knows she needs them the most. Naturally, her assertion is correct. Making her come is the sweetest, most delicious torture. Watching her fall apart and writhe and pant his name has haunted his fantasies since he first watched her do it.

But if she’s not quite ready to surrender, neither is he.

Ginny relaxes against him as his fingers inch forward, and Harry’s surprised he has the presence of mind to switch off the cooker. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get over the fact that she wants him as much as she wants him. And during times like this — when it’s obvious she craves his touch as much as he craves hers — his life feels particularly fictitious. Ginny just gasps, arching her back as he slides up and begins working her clit with the pads of his fingers.

“Now then,” he starts again, clearing his throat. Sometimes he needs to do that, he thinks, to tether himself to earth. To remain focused. “You’ve nearly interrupted me from pointing out all the millions of times I’ve stared at your arse, but I’m happy to point them out — even one by one, if that’s what it takes.”

Ginny lets out a giggle, which makes her muscles clamp around his fingers. Harry clenches his teeth and swears, slamming his eyes shut to collect himself against the aroused buzzing in his ears.

“Merlin, Ginny,” he moans, his fingers still swirling in her trousers. They both love it when he talks about how much he loves her; now is no exception. He also knows she knows that he still finds her ludicrously attractive — but for some reason, occasional reminders do something for both of them.

So he’ll give her one.

“That first year after we started shagging nearly killed me,” Harry admits, his voice ragged. Ginny whimpers as his fingers continue to swirl; her brow furrows, and he reckons she’s not far from bucking into his hand. “After all,” he continues, hoping to get her there. “I knew what your bare arse looked like, but I still had to watch you conducting day-to-day business with your clothes on! It wasn’t fair.” He clucks his teeth, nipping at her ear, and yes… she’s just starting to move her hips. Brilliant.

“How dare I wear clothes?” she breathes, her hips slipping forward and back. “I’m sure I did it to personally anger you.”

“Felt like it.” He brings his other to cup her arsecheek. She stands on her tiptoes, arching into him even more… and in retrospect, Harry will realize that this — her eagerness to let him bring her off — was the final straw to his fraying concentration and he’d walked down memory lane.

“Honestly, I might’ve wanked more then than I did sixth year,” he gravels into the shell of her ear, relishing how her hips are now grinding against his erection, “and if you’d had an insider look into that thought process, you’d have thought I was some sort of sex maniac. Merlin knows I could barely contain myself when I brushed against you going through the portrait hole, and—”

But like a thunderclap, something changes. Everything changes. Ginny stiffens in his hand, her body rigid, her hips still.

“Wait, what?!”

There’s a beat of silence.

Harry pauses, his finger in a place far more delicate than when she usually speaks to him in that tone of voice. “Erm…?”

She whirls around to face him, her brow now furrowed for a totally different reason. “Repeat that!” Ginny demands, her voice shaking. Harry’s hand cramps as she moves; he yanks it from her trousers, his horror-struck eyes never leaving hers, even as she stares at him like he’s burned down a nunnery. Her chest is flushed and heaving, but from arousal or confusion, Harry doesn’t know.

Because really, truly, he hadn’t thought it was a secret. Or not much of one, anyway. Ginny knows about Felix. She knows about Slughorn. He’d just assumed it common knowledge that he’d been lucky that night — in every possible way.

Granted, it’s also been over twenty years since he’s given it much thought.

But from the way Ginny’s eyes are flashing, withholding this seemingly inconsequential bit of trivia has been the wrong choice.

“Erm…” he starts. “I… erm… kind of thought you knew? Maybe?”

He gives her a hopeful smile, but Ginny’s eyes narrow even further. “I most certainly did not know that, Harry,” she replies — but there’s a smirk flirting with the edges of her tightly-drawn lips.

Harry shrugs apologetically and reaches around to turn the cooker back on. Ginny turns to deal with the sausages, but her expectant silence tells him she’s waiting for an explanation. After a few moments, he summons the proper words to give her one.

“Well,” Harry says through a tentative swallow. “Now I’m telling you.”

“Obviously,” Ginny mutters as she bends to remove the tomatoes from the oven.

Harry jumps in to help with the rest; breakfast is nearly done, not that he’s contributed much. He reaches above her to get the plates, and he’s pleasantly surprised that by the time they’re both in front of the cooker again, she’s already pressing back against him and leaning into his warmth. He smiles. At least she’s not angry.

“I honestly didn’t think it mattered much,” he confesses to the back of her neck, his fingers brushing the creamy skin below her vest.

Ginny shakes her head and leans in further. “Harry,” she purrs, grinding her arse against the erection that hasn’t died down in the slightest. “Haven’t you learned by now you’re meant to tell me literally every single mundane thing that’s ever happened to you? Because chances are, I’ll somehow find it fascinating. Especially if it relates to me.”

He laughs, his fingers drifting lower still. “Fair enough. I always assumed you knew. Look at who you’re dealing with. What are the chances I’d ever be that lucky on my own?”

She swivels her hips; Harry hisses and places his palms against the counter on each side of her, pinning her waist against him.

“Well, I know you find this impossible,” she murmurs, rubbing her arse against him more insistently. Bugger. Harry reckons he should’ve known she’d use this opportunity to turn the tables. It’s almost a blessing when she spins around to drape her arms over his neck instead.

“But I find you plenty charming on your own, Harry,” she chides, tapping the end of his nose. “Case in point — you could’ve bloody asked me out sixth year instead of staring at my arse all the time! But I suppose public snogs and physical violence are more appealing when you’ve got a weird” — she waves her hand dismissively — “danger fetish.”

Harry quirks an eyebrow and leans in to brush his lips against hers. She greets him with a soft gasp and he revels in it for a few moments, kissing her back with the sort of languid heat they’re used to in an empty house. It’s not long before pulls back to trail his hand down her side and cup her arse again.

“Is your name Danger?” he asks, nipping at her neck.

“Mmm?” Ginny’s back arches in aroused confusion, and he doesn’t need to see her eyes to know they’re heavy-lidded.

His hand full-on grips her arse as he presses the point. “Are you called Danger?” he repeats, a bit coyly. “Cause you said I had a Danger fetish, and I just wanted to clarify that—”

“Mum, have you seen — oh fuck, MY EYES!”

Shitttt.

Ginny chokes out a swear as they leap apart. In a flash, Harry drops his hands from her trousers, and in a blur of creamy skin, she pulls them up. He clears his throat and whirls around, trying desperately not to think about what his eldest has seen, exactly. Harry screws his eyes shut, determinedly thinking of anything else, but for once, his body behaves like the middle-aged man he is; there’s nothing more deflating than an interruption.

Somehow, Ginny still manages a stern, “Language, James!” even though Harry’s certain her face is the same shade as her hair. Harry just snorts and reaches over to wash his hands at the sink. Pot, kettle, black, love…

Harry dries his hands and exchanges an eye roll with Ginny, but their mortification isn’t over; in an instant, their other two offspring appear behind James in the corridor.

“Gah, no!” James bellows bravely, his hands and feet splayed on the doorpost in a star-shape. “Turn away! Save yourselves!”

Harry groans as he and Ginny carry everything to the table, but yeah, the message has been received: The kids are here now. Be careful.

This alleged trauma hasn’t been severe enough to keep their kids from their breakfast, of course. James continues squawking about “going blind” and “plucking his eyes out” as everyone lumbers into the kitchen, but Harry’s certain everyone knows this is for dramatic effect.

Lily and Albus settle at the table with looks of mild disgust, even as James continues whining; apparently, he hasn’t got the validation he feels he deserves.

“We leave in just days!” James cries, throwing his hands in the air and plopping into his seat. “Days! And you can’t keep your sodding hands to yourselves long enough to—”

Ginny cuts him off with a snort and passes him the tray of sausages. “First of all, you leave in nearly two weeks — and second?” She smirks at Harry down the table. “Do you want to tell them, or…?”

“Tell me what?” James demands, his head whipping between his parents.

Albus just moans, his head slumped on his arms. “James. Please. I’ve no idea what they mean, but for the love of Merlin, I don’t want to!”

“I want to know!” Lily pipes up defiantly, scraping some tomatoes onto her plate. “You lot are always leaving me out!”

James snorts. “If you want to be part of that, there’s something seriously wrong with—”

Harry clears his throat and flashes James a look of warning. “Your mother only meant,” he says, his face flushing, “that it’s almost worse you’re about to leave, actually, because the erm… new lifestyle to which we’ve… erm… adapted… is so close, yet so far away, and—”

“—GOT IT!” Lily shouts, slamming her eyes shut and raising her hand. “Stop. Stop right there. Please.”

Albus rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his tea. “Told you so. Next time you’d better listen to your smartest brother.”

James nudges Lily with his shoulder. “Exactly, Lils. And that smartest brother happens to be me.” He puffs out his chest.

Lily snorts and takes a swig from her mug like she’s downing a shot. “Eh, you’re both bloody morons,” she says fairly. “So saying one of you is smarter would be like crowning you King of the Stupids.”

“Language!” Harry and Ginny chorus.

Lily just puts down her mug and arches an eyebrow. “Does one tiny little ‘bloody’ really matter, Mum?” she asks tersely. “Given the circumstances, you should be thankful it’s not worse.”

“Oi! You didn’t even have to see it!” James cries, indignant. “Don’t even try to understand my pain!”

Albus and Lily laugh as Ginny waves them off, and with that, the chatter lapses into contented silence. By the time they’ve finished their breakfast, Harry naively allows himself to believe they’ve dropped the subject.

He’s more surprised than anyone when Ginny’s the one to bring it up again.

“Dean and I could’ve been soul mates, you know,” she blurts, brandishing her fork in a way she evidently finds menacing.

Harry gives her a plain stare from down the table. “Yes, darling. I’m sure you were madly in love with him.”

“Besotted,” Ginny deadpans. “Ready to walk down the aisle.”

James smirks. “Yes, Mum. I hear many marriages are built on the rock-solid foundation of ditching your boyfriend when he tries to help you.”

There’s a chorus of laughter from around the table.

“You’re not far off, James,” Harry allows, sipping his tea. “But that’s not really what I meant.”

Ginny quirks a brow. “No?”

“Nope,” he says flatly. “You see, Ginny Potter is melodic — but Ginny Thomas?” Harry pulls an exaggerated grimace. “Doesn’t have quite the same ring to it; I’m sure you agree.”

“Yeah, Mum,” James adds, his tone almost thoughtful. “Who wants two first names? Not you, that’s for sure!”

Harry barks out a laugh he turns into a cough.

“Oi, sexist!” Ginny retorts. “Who said anything about changing my name?”

“Shit, yes!” Lily slips her palm beneath the table for a low-five, which Ginny provides.

“Language,” Harry says idly, but he’s more focused on watching the events that are about to unfold; Ginny’s walked right into something, and he can only hope she’s apprehended. Harry just puts down his mug, crosses his arms over his chest, and waits for one of his offspring to point out the flaw in her reasoning.

This is one of the best parts of having kids, really. Getting them to help take the mickey.

Albus gets there first. As Harry’d known he would.

“Erm, but Mum,” Albus points out, blinking at her over the edge of his mug. “You did change your name.”

Harry beams and ruffles Albus’ hair. Yeah. That’s his son, all right.

Ginny dismisses this with a wave of her hand. “Yeah, but Harry’s different.”

James clasps his hands in front of his chin and bats his eyelashes dramatically. “Ooo,” he croons, “Harry’s different!” He shakes his head a little sadly. “Merlin, Mum, you should get that slogan tattooed on your face. Might save everyone some time!”

Harry snorts into his palm before he can help it — but then he promptly catches himself. “Watch how you speak to your mother,” he warns, raising his eyebrows. And then, from the corner of his mouth: “Even if she does walk right into it.”

Everyone laughs as James spreads his palms in surrender. “Let’s just call it fair, then,” he says in a stoic voice. “My behavior is the result of witnessing something truly traumatic.”

Harry rolls his eyes. “James, trust me, there are far worse things than having parents who love each other.”

“Dunno,” Ginny says, heaving a grave sigh. “It seems catching your parents snogging is right up there with witnessing a murder!”

“Pfft, I can tell you which I’d pick!” James insists. “I reckon you two were about ten seconds from—”

“—Enough!” Ginny says firmly, her eyes flashing. “We get the picture, ok? We get what we’re meant to do in future.”

“Message received,” Harry agrees. “Your mother and I are meant to hate each other and never touch ever, and you lot are meant to pretend we didn’t make three of you in five years.”

Then — in unison — the family Harry never thought he’d have reacts exactly as he’d expected: James gags. Albus winces. Lily moans in disgust.

And Ginny narrowly avoids spraying tea across the table.

“That’s so much more than we needed to think about!” Albus moans, running his hand down his face.

“Not our fault you can’t do maths,” Ginny mutters. 

Harry turns to James with a shrug. “It’s unbelievable to me too, if that helps.”

“It doesn’t.”

Harry laughs and shakes his head, patting his son on the back. “Nothing for it, then. Buck up. You’ll be fine.”

James shoots him a dark look, but a playful grin tugs at his lips. “Easy for you to say, Dad. You’re the one who’s been lucky!”

Harry’s eyes drift down the table until they land on Ginny — and the moment they do, he breaks into the same besotted grin he’s given her for over twenty years.

Bloody right, he’s been lucky. Deliriously lucky. Insanely lucky. Hitting-the-lottery type lucky. And Ginny just stares at him, cupping her face in her hands, her brown eyes twinkling with bittersweet mirth — and just like that, he knows exactly what she’s thinking: Luck had nothing to do with it, Potter. You deserve everything you got.

Harry manages a weak nod, raising a hand in surrender, and as he stares at his wife and his family, his heart bursting, his chest full, he considers that perhaps she’s right. Perhaps he does deserve it. Perhaps he’s earned the happiness that fills his home and the peace that’s replaced the darkness in his head. But of everything he’s done in his life, every accomplishment and accolade, nothing will ever compete with what it’s been like to love her.

Harry swallows against the unexpected lump in his throat, but for once, he accepts what she’s been telling him for decades. Because if loving him has brought her even a fraction of the joy thrumming through his chest? Then yes, Harry supposes... 

He is deserving.

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Harry and Ginny are totally NOT embarrassed to embarrass their kids with PDA

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Can someone please please tell me where to find these fanfics😭😭😭

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Them:- hinny had no chemistry and no development

Me:- Yeah🙄🙄

"But I must say, Ginevra's dress is far too low-cut."

Ginny glanced round, grinning, winked at Harry, then quickly faced the front again.

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_starrush

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I would also like to add Snape in the mix of another toxic character who the Fandom has glorified. I'll end this before I go on a rant, which I have before but other than that, Spot On👍👍👍

Hey Sam, I understand your stance on Hermione but I was wondering why Ron is being given the green light. He wasn’t the greatest friend to Harry either and I feel like a lot of people especially fandom give him this pass because he’s a male. Fandom has given him so many excuses it irritates me because if he was female character he wouldn’t be given that many chances. He’s not the only male character who fandom has turned a blind eye to, Draco is another character who fandom has turned into a hero and made excuses for. If Draco was female character would he be given a chance at redemption? I don’t think so. The only 3 characters that stuck by Harry and were loyal to a fault were Ginny, George, and Fred. I was pretty in the end of HBP that Harry didn’t ditch Ron and Hermione and go on the hunt with the twins and Ginny (if underage magic wasn’t an issue).

It has absolutely nothing to do with gender. None. I truly disagree with you that Ron gets a free pass by the fandom. He and the rest of the Weasleys are often vilified while Hermione stands on this golden pedestal.

Hermione has been constantly glorified by the HP fandom to the point where everyone overlooks all of her flaws. She’s the most popular female character by far, being paired with every single character in the entire series. She’s the smartest, the most clever, secretly the most beautiful witch, etc etc etc. Ron isn’t good enough for her in the Romione pairing because he’s dumb, lazy, and amazingly jealous.

Meanwhile, Ron is often shafted and bashed in fandom. He’s portrayed as dumb, a terrible friend, and a terrible boyfriend/husband. Ron had a few bouts of jealousy when it comes to Harry, but that kid opened up his entire family to an orphan. A kid with 6 other siblings and who is often overlooked made sure his best mate who had no one was always welcome in his home and stayed behind every holiday with Harry. He made sure his mom made him a jumper for Christmas so he’d have Christmas presents to open. He stands up to who they think is a mass murderer and says that Sirius will have to kill him too. He didn’t talk down to Harry like Hermione always did. He often played the peacemaker between the two when they were at odds.

Ginny is often vilified by the fandom, a little fan girl who gave Harry love potions. 🙄 Hermione? Nah, nobody would ever say that about Hermione. She’s too amazing on all fronts.

I think a major reason that Hermione and Draco are glorified and often paired is because of the looks of the actors who played them. Also, Hermione was given all of Ron’s amazing lines. Ron was shoved into the background as comedic relief. Ginny was… well, she was fucking nonexistent.

So, I don’t think it’s a gender issue at all. I think the movies played a massive role in fandom perceptions.

I will be a Ron stan until the end of time. He was an amazing friend who made some mistakes when it came to some bouts of jealousy but I stand firmly behind the fact that he was generally an amazing friend. There is a reason Harry would miss him the most in the second task. There is a reason why Harry always hated when they fought and was miserable while you never heard him say he missed Hermione when they were fighting. Ron deserves better and not because he’s a male. That’s ridiculous and I’m not here for that. It’s based purely on character and traits.

For the record, Draco is a turd and always will be. He was only mildly better as an adult but he’s still a shit person.

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@hinnyfest day 4

Prompt--In the holyhead harpies locker room

Ginny was in the shower 🚿, in the holyhead harpies locker room, letting the water run through her body as she tried to gather herself after today's match.

It had been exhilarating, exhausting, exciting but not to forget her very best. She had broken records, she had broken the most goal scored by a chaser record. She was so emotional she though she might cry.

She flinched a little when the door to the shower opened but leaned back against his chest when she realized who it was.

Suddenly she couldn't hold it in anymore and turned around in his arms and cried her heart out.

Harry just held her close and whispered sweet words in her ears.

"I'm so proud of you Gin" he said "Teddy and Jamie are bragging to anyone who'll listen that you're their mum"

"It really happened didn't it, Harry?" Ginny looked upto him before burying her face in his neck.

"If you don't believe me, just try stepping out of this locker room" Harry said with a humorous lint in his voice.

Ginny grinned against his shoulder, already feeling better.

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Imagine Harry and Ginny growing up together while their parents sort out the order stuff.

Imagine Harry and ginny having a friendly quidditch and prank rivalry yet everyone knowing that they're best friends

Imagine Harry trying to ask ginny out since his 4th year but her thinking he's just messing around with her, coz he's handsome, rich, and her friend .

Imagine Ginny slowly noticing him as someone she could want.

Imagine ginny just pulling him to her and snogging his brains out after her 5th year quidditch championship.

Also just side note, they have not been dating anyone before each other, so they're their first and last endgame

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Well, I’m never wrong 😉

If you think that Harry and Ginny weren’t the presidents of the hot mom and hot dad club you’re wrong