#ginnydefensenet

[writingwitchly]

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@weasleyprotectionsquad June event → LGBTQ+: Ginny Weasley x Luna Lovegood

Word count: 1,5k

A/N: Feels like it was one hundred years ago when I last wrote over 1k words. This is basically a drabble, with absolutely no plot, and a veeery lame attempt to humor. Hope you guys will enjoy!

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“Pfff… Such a drag.”

Ginny ran her stained hand across her sweaty forehead, managing only to leave there a long stretch of yellow, which started to slide toward her eyes in little drops. No need to say this annoyed her even more.

She turned over, toward the window, hoping that the street would have become magically empty in the last five minutes, so she could draw her wand from her pocket to finish this mess. But the Muggle kids who were playing and running seemed to have multiplied, coming from all the places, and had been joined by their mothers, who were gossiping happily on the sidewalk. The sunshine rays of late afternoon made the scene look like a painting extracted from Ginny’s favorite Muggle tales.

If only they could have thought about buying curtains before the extra beds, they wouldn’t have found themselves exposed to sight -- and with no more budget for house items to spend this month.

Ginny knew that if she kept eyeing the rolling balls and the turning loops, she would be overwhelmed by the will to join the kids outside, so she swung round, facing the wall.

“And some idiotic purebloods think Muggles are just witless slugs. You need to have some kind of strength of character to live without magic.”

Merlin, I sound like dad.

With her sleeve, Ginny erased the fresh paint from her face -- thankfully, Christmas was not too far, and she’d get a new sweater -- and crouched to grab another pot of the thick liquid.

“Out of all the places in the world, we had to choose the one where there are more Muggles swarming around than books in Hermione’s shelves,” Ginny grumbled, but an amused smile raised one corner of her mouth. “At least, we’re safe from the nargles here.”

With a sigh, she was back to her chore.

***

Half-an-hour later, feeling the muscles in her neck and arms contracting in protest, Ginny had already given up in favor of yet another break. As she contemplated the work she still had to do, a door slammed. The best moment of the day had arrived, and Ginny was glad to drop her brush in the paint, not caring about staining the wooden floor.

As she did so, light steps carried a voice with them in the house,

“For Merlin’s swimsuit, I still can’t get used to the draught in the entrance. I will need to pin a word under the bell to rem- This is not the right way to the kitchen,” The voice stopped, as if its owner was taking some decision, but it resumed promptly, “This house is so big, seems like a labyrinth. Would be funny if I get lost in the corridors. Actually, it would be interesting. I could write a paper about- This isn’t the right door either,” Another pause, but still, the steps didn’t give up. “These doors, all the same. We should think about painting them too, the same color as the opposite room, so it’ll be easier to find them. Ah, there it is. No? I thought I remembered from this morning. Ginny? Are you here?”

“Right here, honey! I’m coming!”

After a few more missed tries -- the house was big --, the young women managed to reunite in the living room, and, following their usual warm greetings, they both slumped on the just-bought-smelling couch, Ginny rubbing Luna’s bare feet.

“We will need to draw a map,” the blonde sighted, extracting a single pin from her bun and letting her hair cascade down in curls. “You’d think that after a couple of days, we would have gotten used to the multiple corridors. I wonder if the blibbering humdingers are confusing us. Didn’t check for their presence.”

“Bad thing about wanting a big house to host family is that it’s big,” Ginny laughed. “Let’s make a mental note to warn Ron and Hermione  about it. How was your day?” she asked eagerly, hoping to get some distraction from her boredom. With Luna’s anecdotes, she never failed to.

“Quite normal,” the other girl answered, and Ginny’s lips stretched: she was going to discover once more how far her girlfriend pushed the limits of the word ‘normal’. “Seamus and I went to interview Neville on this new discovery he made, the one about the singing cacti, and we could witness how poor Seamus hasn’t lost his ability to set things ablaze. Neville wasn’t too cooperative after this, and I kept asking questions only to distract him. Lucky I managed to take pictures of the plants before. Wonderful discovery, it was.”

The simple image of a steaming Seamus and an appalled Neville being assaulted with questions by a comforting Luna made it impossible for Ginny to suppress a snort, which she skillfully turned into a sneeze.

“Bless you, love. So, because of the explosion, we couldn’t come back by apparition, Seamus was too groggy, and we had Hagrid dropping us. He doesn’t often go to London, you know, so he kind of confused St Thomas Street with St James’, and he quickly flew away, tears in his eyes because of the name of the place. I was very sad for him, so I didn’t think it was the case to call him back and tell him it was the wrong side of the city.”

“So how did you-?”

“Oh, it was easy. Don’t you know what Muggles do to move from one place to another?” Ginny thought about the black Muggle cars, or the strange, underground metallic snake she was still not used to, and asked herself how on Earth her girlfriend had managed to orientate herself in middle of the thronging street, with a smoky Seamus to carry. “They walk of course!” Luna piped, oblivious of her lover’s groan. “It was very distracting, and it seemed to wake Seamus up because, after the first half-hour, he said he would prefer to be splinched rather than to walk a step more. He still didn’t look alright, mind you, but- ”

“So you apparated?”

“Yes, and we made it safely.”

A sigh of relief escaped Ginny’s throat. “Good. I wouldn’t have wanted to face an angry Dean.”

“Oh, we could have faced a lot more than an angry Dean. When we made it back to the Quibbler, there was the president of the D. A. F. T. who pretended he had some news-”

“The what?” Ginny asked, a bad presentment running down her spine.

“Defensive Association For Trolls,” Luna precised airily. “And he wanted to show us one of his latest pets-”

“Some nutty brought a troll in center London? He brought it to you?”

Ginny felt her fists ball on their own accord, but she agreed with them: whoever had put her girlfriend in danger was-

“Ginny!” Luna’s waving hand brought her back to the moment. “Calm down! It was not a troll, and even if it had been one, it would have been very amusing to study it. Mr. Foolsh wanted to show us his cat! He claimed it could play the piano better than anybody.”

“Oh.” The ginger’s shoulders relaxed, and she started massaging Luna’s ankles again, ignoring the allusion to how ‘amusing’ studying a 600 pounds heavy creature seemed to her. “Could it?”

“If Mr. Foolsh pressed the play button on his recorder, yes,” Luna explained, grinning happily as Ginny threw her head back in laughter. “I thought about friendly sending the cat and the man back to their home, but fortunately Ernie reached me before I could. He said Seamus was utterly sorry, but all the documents we had gathered at Neville’s were- still at Neville’s.”

“Seamus forgot the documents?”

“We can’t blame him, after the blow…”

“Did you get them back?” Luna’s eyes clearly communicated that getting ashes back was quite complicated. “So tomorrow’s Surprise Article is going to be a surprise for you too?”

“Oh no, not really. You see, that cat had some grace in its movements…”

Ginny shook her head and giggled: her girlfriend was full of original resources. 

They sat there, discussing the rest of Luna’s day -- which seemed to have been endless and, in Ginny’s opinion, not normal at all -- until the Sun bid them goodbye and the stars winked at them, bringing along the night’s usual chill air.

“How are you doing with the painting of our first guest room?” Luna asked after Ginny came back with some coverts. She had chosen the paint’s color, which she knew was Bill and Fleur’s favorite.

“Fancy a hot chocolate?” Ginny replied, wanting one herself before having to confess: she hadn’t been able to finish what they had planned the day before.

“Of course!” the other young woman said excitedly. She raised as well, stood on her tiptoes, and left a delicate kiss on the spread-with-freckles cheek. “Yours are the best.” Then, their lips quickly found each others.

Ginny blushed a dark pink, like she had done the very first time Luna had kissed her, and all the times after that. She might not be able to use magic in the day, nor find her way in her own house, but she wouldn’t be anywhere with anybody else right now.

Her heart belonged to her, to the blonde woman with wide blues eyes and a golden soul, the one with the strangest ideas and the cutest reflections. It belonged to the girl who was half-a-foot shorter than her, and who was afraid of nargles but not trolls.

Ginny’s heart belonged to Luna.

“That is, if we find the kitchen.”

[vveirdsisters]

No, you’ve made a mistake. I can’t be…a-a wizard. I mean, I’m just… Harry. Just Harry.

[thlestrals]

@ronweasleydefensenet event: favorite Weasley→Ginny Weasley

Anything's possible if you've got enough nerve

[aelin]

@ginnydefensenet event: canon ships - hinny

“i never really gave up on you,” she said. “not really. i always hoped…. hermione told me to get on with life, maybe go out with some other people, relax a bit around you, because i never used to be able to talk if you were in the room, remember? and she thought you might take a bit more notice if i was a bit more — myself.” “smart girl, that hermione,” said harry, trying to smile. “i just wish i’d asked you sooner. we could’ve had ages…months…years maybe…” “but you’ve been too busy saving the wizarding world,” said ginny, half laughing. “well…i can’t say i’m surprised. i knew this would happen in the end. i knew you wouldn’t be happy unless you were hunting voldemort. maybe that’s why i like you so much.”  

[kilornwarrren]

@hermiione asked: hermione granger or ginny weasley

“it’s for some stupid noble reason, isn’t it?”

make me choose edits

[qinevra]

ginny weasley ; brave & tenacious

[chomiones]

@siriusprotectionsquad gtktm event: hedda

‘Then you should have died! Died, rather than betray your friends, as we would have done for you.’

[spierfeld]

@ginnydefensenet‘s creation event → canon ships: hinny

Harry looked around; there was Ginny running toward him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her. After several long moments — or it might have been half an hour — or possibly several sunlit days — they broke apart.

[wandlores]

female awesome meme: ladies who are unfairly hated (3/5) - ginny weasley @ginnydefensenet event: get to know the members - zelle 

"yeah, size is no guarantee of power. look at ginny." 

[pdmapatil]

“a new find called Demelza Robins, who was particularly good at dodging bludgers”

[acceptatie]

yours sincerely,

[writingwitchly]

@thepotternet June biweekly event → a playlist for your favorite LGBTQ+ character: bi!Ginny Weasley

What Ginny looks for in music is truth, woman empowerment, relatable lyrics, and much some swearing…

Spotify

[vveirdsisters]

moodboards: Tracey Davis

Boy you belong to me; I’ve got the recipe and it’s called black magic

[thlestrals]

@potterversenet members event: favorite lightning era ship (Hinny)

And he knew that at that moment, they understood each other perfectly, and when he told her what he was going to do now, she would not say ‘be careful’ or ‘don’t do it’, but she would accept his decision because she would not have expected anything less of him

[aelin]

@ginnydefensenet event: get to know the members - shelby

size is no guarantee of power  look at g i n n y

[slytherdornet]

Hello everyone!

Our challenge for September will be all about our favorite rare-pairs and their relationships after the second wizarding war! You can write or create any content having to do with your favorite pairings! Just make sure to create content that sparks your creative interest and fits the challenge theme!

This challenge is being run by us at the @slytherdornet and the @hprarepairnet​, but it is open to anyone that would like to participate. There are a few things you need to keep in mind if you would like to be involved:

These edits can be made for any Slytherin x Gryffindor pairing or any pairing considered rare across the HP fandom.

If you make an edit of a rare-pair that is not between a Slytherin x Gryffindor, only the @hprarepairnet will reblog the edit. The @slytherdornet will only reblog content having to do with Slytherin x Gryffindor pairings.

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Also make sure to specify in the caption of your post that this is for the @hprarepairnet​ and @slytherdornet​ after the war challenge!

And last but not least, the content you make for these pairings can be graphics, moodboards, aesthetics, one-shots, fanfics, headcanons, etc.

From both nets, we hope you choose to participate! It will be a blast. We can’t wait to share our content with you all September long. If you have any questions, you can send an ask to either of the networks!