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m00nymunson · 22 hours
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I love how people say they can’t see Jegulus as an actual ship because the characters together seems too random.
I mean, there’s not like any other ship in the fandom of where one guy falls in love with his best friends younger sibling.
That would be a first in the series.
Right?
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starlingflight · 19 hours
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A/N this is too long to count as a drabble but I have no self control.
Prompt: I20 — She went to the toilet and on her way back, opened the wrong door.
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“Did I mention it's infused with the natural rejuvenating properties of the spring?” Hermione asked for what must have been the fourth time since they'd begun the uncomfortably hot walk back from the ancient Grecian temple.
“Yes,” Fleur replied shortly. “You did.”
If Hermione heard her, she did an excellent job of not showing it as she continued. “It's said to have exceptionally powerful healing capabilities…”
Ginny stopped listening, letting Hermione's voice become a distant buzz which melded with the far-off rush of the sea sounding from the bottom of the cliff. Not for the first time, she wondered how exactly Ron and Harry had managed to get out of this particular excursion.
She kept her eyes focused on the villa, which finally came slowly into view ahead of her as Ginny tried very hard not to think about her dry throat, or the sticky sweat running down her back, or just how bloody warm it was.
It really shouldn't have been called a villa at all, in Ginny's opinion. The house – mansion – was huge, rising up against the dramatic backdrop of foliage-covered hills that lay behind it, shimmering like a brilliant white jewel in the blazing Greek sun as the three of them approached it.
Finally, they reached the whitewashed front steps. Ginny retained just enough self control to stop herself moaning in relief as they stepped through the rustic front door and into the blissfully cool air of the villa's lavish interior.
“I'm going to the bathroom,” she announced, cutting off Hermione's seemingly never ending lecture on the magical properties of ancient Greek amulets.
“I will get some wine,” Fleur said, her tone more like a command than a suggestion, but not one that Ginny currently felt inclined to argue with. “We will meet you by the pool.”
“I'm just going to put this in our room,” Hermione said, holding up the offending bronze amulet, which flashed eye-catchingly in the sunlight coming through the villa's many windows.
The three of them went their separate ways; Fleur headed straight ahead, towards the ridiculously opulent kitchen; Hermione turned left towards the wing – wing– that housed her and Ron's room for the week, and Ginny went right, hoping she could remember the route to the bathroom.
Upon locating it, Ginny went directly to the marble sink, set beneath a mirror which covered the whole wall, giving an excellent view of her red, and blotchy skin, and the way her hair, now damp with sweat, clung to her neck, hanging limply around her shoulders.
Desperately, she turned the shining golden tap, sighing in relief as a gush of cold water met the bare skin of her arm. She cupped her hands together, gathering pools of water and splashing it over her hot, irritated skin.
The relief, however, was fleeting, lasting mere seconds before the water evaporated and Ginny felt the closeness of the mid-afternoon heat surrounding her oppressively once more. Longingly, her mind filled with tempting images of the azure pool awaiting her outside.
She turned the tap again, ending the stream of cool water, before spinning on her heel intent on her new destination.
Her mind wasn't fully on the route to the bedroom that had been claimed by herself and Harry; Ginny was much too preoccupied fantasising about her plans to change into the smallest bikini that could still be considered acceptable for a family holiday, before sinking into the pool's inviting water for the rest of the afternoon.
It didn't become clear she'd chosen the wrong door until she'd already pushed it open and her lips had parted slightly in surprise at the scene that greeted her.
The room she’d entered was not their bedroom at all, but rather the small, richly decorated, library beside it, which she'd only bothered to enter once so far in the two days since they'd arrived in Crete, intent on finding a book for beside the pool. It was not, however, the shelves lined with books that captured Ginny's attention now, but rather the sight of Ron, who was balanced on one knee, holding a sparkling diamond ring aloft to Harry who was standing in front of him, one hand clasped in Ron's.
They both turned, evidently alerted to Ginny's presence by the creak of the door, identical looks of horror on their faces.
“Oh,” Ginny heard herself say.
“Ginny!” Ron hissed, dropping Harry's hand as though it was as burning hot as the sun outside.
“It's not what it looks like,” Harry added, nervously running his now-free hand through his hair.
The corners of Ginny's mouth twitched, her shock giving way to a great deal of amusement as she battled to keep her expression blank. “I'm so sorry to intrude.”
Harry shook his head vehemently. “You're not – obviously you're not – we were just –”
Ron shoved the delicate looking ring roughly back into his pocket as he stood, turning to her with panic in his eyes. “You weren't supposed to see–”
“It's alright,” Ginny assured, unable to stop her smirk from spreading across her face as they both rushed to give an explanation. “All I ever wanted was for the two of you to be happy – I'd assumed it would be with me and Hermione, but the heart wants what the heart wants, I suppose.”
“My heart doesn't–” Harry started.
“Don't be ridiculous!” Ron proclaimed at the same time.
“I'm not being ridiculous,” Ginny said through a laugh. “You know, Ron, when Mum taught us to share, I'm not sure spouses were what she had in mind.”
Ron surged forward, grabbing Ginny by the arm and pulling her into the room before kicking the door shut behind them. “Don't be so loud!”
Ginny rolled her eyes. “I don't think there’s much chance of Hermione hearing me from the other side of this ridiculously large house.”
Ron turned sharply to look at her. “Who said anything about Hermione?”
“Well, I'm assuming the ring’s for her,” Ginny countered reasonably. “...Unless you actually are planning on stealing my fiance, which would make the rest of this holiday very awkward.”
“Obviously it's for Hermione,” Harry confirmed quickly, shooting Ron a look that quite clearly said, 'help me out here.’
“Don't tell her,” Ron begged Ginny, ignoring Harry altogether. “I haven't figured out how to do it yet – Harry was helping me.”
Usually, having Ron at her mercy in such a manner would give Ginny an immense sense of satisfaction, on this occasion, however, she felt only a warm rush of affection for her brother and an uncharacteristic willingness to help, not that she would say as much to his face.
She crossed her arms, leaning back against the nearest bookshelf as she looked expectantly between Harry and Ron. “And what have you two Masters of Romance come up with so far?”
Harry frowned indignantly at her dry tone. “I got you to say yes, didn't I?”
Ginny shushed him with a wave of her hand, which incidentally bore the evidence of the truth of his argument in the form of a ruby and diamond engagement ring. “This isn't about us.”
She returned her attention to Ron, her eyebrows rising in silent question.
“Well,” he said weakly, the tips of his ears turning magnificently crimson. “I thought I could do it here – the island is nice – and I have the ring so the time seems right –”
“I told him not to overthink it,” Harry cut in, obviously pained by Ron's stuttered attempts at an explanation.
Ginny caught his eye and suddenly they were both grinning. “Was that before or after he got down on one knee for you?”
“Before,” Harry confirmed, unabashed now that the shock of being caught had worn off. “You interrupted the actual proposal… Ron's still waiting on my answer.”
Ginny shrugged unapologetically, her shoulder bumping against the leather-bound books behind her. “I can't say I'm sorry to have come in between the two of you.”
Harry sighed wistfully. “You never are.”
“You never want me to be.”
“Can you stop flirting for five minutes!” Ron snapped. “I'm trying to do something life changing here!”
Ginny dragged her eyes away from Harry's and back to Ron who was now leaning heavily against the antique sofa beside the window. “Harry's right, you're overthinking it. She was very charmed by the temple this morning– take her there at sunset and ask her.”
“Today?” Despite being on a Mediterranean island in the height of summer, Ron suddenly turned so pale it was hard to believe he'd ever seen the sun in his life. “You think I should ask her today?”
“Yes,” Ginny and Harry said in unison.
“You said yourself the time seems right,” Harry reminded him.
“Really, there's no time like the present,” Ginny concurred.
“But I don't know what to say,” Ron croaked, looking desperately between Ginny and Harry.
“‘Will you marry me?’ Is usually a good starting point,” Harry suggested.
Ginny hummed in agreement. “Yeah, that bit's quite key, I'd say.”
‘Will you marry me?’ Ron mouthed the words as though they were completely foreign to him. He suddenly bore a striking resemblance to his teenaged self in the run up to a Hogwarts Quidditch match, and for the first time since she'd entered the small library, Ginny felt as though she was intruding.
“I'm going to go,” she said gently, taking pity on Ron in the face of the enormous task ahead of him. “You two can keep practising.”
“You could stay?” Harry suggested. “We could probably use the help.”
Ginny shook her head, her part in this mission becoming clearer to her by the second. “I'm going to go and let Hermione talk my ear off about ancient Greek magic customs for the rest of the afternoon so she doesn't notice you're both missing.”
She and Harry shared a look of equal parts amusement and exasperation as Ginny took a step towards the door, both no doubt wondering which of them had the more challenging task ahead of them.
“I'll come and rescue you soon,” Harry assured her.
Ginny smirked at him as her hand found the door handle behind her. “Just promise me you'll try to resist Ron's charms.”
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hinnysupremacy · 23 hours
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Harry after Ginny tells him she’s pregnant
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greenhousethree · 19 hours
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twenty-two
That year, the seventh month dies on a Wednesday and they leave town.
for dearest @turanga4, if a little belated. thank you for being so wonderfully you.
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preview below the cut, full piece on AO3:
It has them both feeling like kids again, like sneaking out— stuffing his rucksack with shorts and sun cream after work in the dead of night, rolling the top to force it closed around a broken drawstring. By the time he’s shouldering the bag she checks her watch and it’s gone midnight. Twelve minutes into the thirty-first.
She doesn’t acknowledge it, but now he’s looking at her with his brow furrowed and a question forming on his mouth. She kisses it away, sweet and nutty from leftover Thai. Takes his hand from her hip, locks the flat behind them. She’s thinking they just might Apparate somewhere way out west this time— Charlie says California’s beautiful— they could nudge right up to where yesterday’s only half gone, buy him another day before he’s older than his parents ever got to be.
But they won’t. 
He leads the way down the steps and around the corner. There’s hardly a breeze, but the night is cool on the back of her neck as the street slumbers under orange lamplight. A block away, back doors of pubs are clanging open for closing staff, bin bags thrown in the skips, keys and change jangling en route to bus stops. The light over the mouth of their usual alleyway is burnt out, so they slip into the dark.
He’s looking at her now, tugging her close till she can smell the soap and linen from his shower, something a little richer in the crook of his neck like the cologne on his top shelf. He’s motionless, concentrating— it’s always like this for a second before Apparating so far. Last week for a laugh she offered to book a Portkey this time instead, something about him getting on in years. Earned herself a spatter of marinara flicked from a spoon.
“I can do it,” she offers now. She’s already picturing cobblestones and stucco and a blue door.
“S’fine,” he murmurs into her hair.
He twists, and for a long moment they’re somewhere between here and there.
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four2andnew · 3 days
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Ginny Weasley is a Slut: Chapter Six is finally live
Fair warning, it's a super short chapter, which I know is disappointing after such the long wait. Thank you for your patience.
Read on AO3 || Start from the beginning
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blvnk-art · 6 months
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A life together.
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“How do you know you ship them?”
When I see them together, a noise comes out of my mouth and it sounds like a dying horse.
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wishingformoredogs · 3 months
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I will not be silenced.
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homosandhomies · 2 years
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you ever see a ship you love so much and saying "i ship them" isn't enough. like no you don't understand they give me mental illness
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teaforthotxxx · 2 months
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Do you think Regulus regularly makes fun of Sirius because Harry got into Slug club but Sirius never did?
Sirius: It doesn’t matter! I couldn’t give Merlin’s hairy ass about that pureblood-loving suck up.
Regulus: (smiling) At least some purebloods want him. You couldn’t even get through the door.
Meanwhile…
Harry: I did it dad! Draco and Ginny are both slugs! I got in so now I’ll definitely have a chance!
James: That’s my boy! I’m so glad you and Ron don’t have to use the invisibility cloak like we did. Stalking Moony at Sluggy’s was so difficult!
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hxuse-xf-black · 5 months
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[Deathly Hallows] Hermione: Harry- Harry, sighing despondently: Ginny used to call me Harry. Ron: Because it's your fucking name.
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the-original-gays · 2 months
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Ginny: You know that voice of morality and reason in your head?
Ron and Harry simultaneously: You mean the one that sounds like Hermione?
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starlingflight · 2 days
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sneak peak for the hinny dating wip 👀
I haven't actually written very much of it... I've been focused on the next chapter of IAL (it's currently at 6,000 words and very hard to wrangle - taking up a great deal of my time).
Short snippet of what I do have though (because I'm always honoured to be asked!):
‘Pizza?’ Ginny offered once again as they walked into her flat, already reaching for the menus on the console table beside her door.
Harry shook his head, apparently forgetting that was the whole reason for him coming to her flat rather than his own. ‘Nah, I'm not hungry.’
Ginny shrugged, placing the menus back where they lived. ‘Beer?’
‘Sure,’ Harry agreed, already settling himself on Ginny's blue velvet sofa. 
She folded herself into the spot next to him, her legs stretching into his lap. With a flick of her wand, she summoned two ice cold brown bottles from the cooling cabinet. Harry plucked his out of the air, holding it up in silent salute to her. 
Ginny returned the gesture, taking a sip from the frothy bottle. ‘I saw Michael today.’ 
Harry's bottle met the coffee table with a thud. ‘Oh?’ 
‘He's getting married…’ Ginny took another sip of her beer, watching the surprise overtake Harry's face. ‘And having a baby.’ 
‘Good for him,’ Harry said unenthusiastically. Ginny hummed in agreement. Harry turned sharply to look at her, a heart-wrenching look of concern falling across his face. ‘Sorry, am I supposed to ask you if you're emotionally devastated about your ex moving on in such a permanent way?’  
Ginny laughed. ‘That would be wildly unexpected of you,’ she said dryly.
Her head tilted, resting against the back of the sofa as she looked at him. He'd gotten much better at emotional support since their school days, or maybe they'd just got closer, but Ginny's relationships wasn't usually a topic they discussed in great detail. 
Harry grinned back at her, not in the least offended by the remark. ‘Well, I thought I'd better check, just in case you'd lost your mind and thought you'd missed out or something.’ 
Ginny shook her head. ‘No, I'm happy for him. Merlin knows, I didn't want to have his baby.’ 
Harry's grin widened. ‘Thousands of Harpies fans just breathed a sigh of relief.’ 
‘Imagine,’ Ginny's words were punctuated with more laughter. ‘Giving up another shot at the cup to have Michael Corner's baby.’ 
‘It would be a crime,’ Harry agreed through a laugh of his own. ‘You're going to win next season. I can feel it.’ 
‘Well, I've never known fate to dare to argue you with you,’ Ginny said lightly. 
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wierdshenanigans · 10 months
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Instead of the Weasleys' going 'Harry don't break Ginny's heart if you do we will break you' in a threatening tone it's the Weasleys going 'Ginny we like this boy more than we like you so please dont hurt him we know your badass but he deserves a rest. ' in a desperate tone and i think that's beautiful.
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fandom-geek17 · 10 months
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Do I have a thing for a redhead and a black haired falling head over heels for each other?
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………..it’s a possibility…..
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le-suspect · 11 months
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‘you can’t make every character gay, it’s not realistic!!’ well have you considered that im actually going for UTOPIAN
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