Poetry

Written for day 31 of @hinnyfest (Yes, we will just continue pretending November has 31 days in it)

Prompt: “For thousands of nights I dreamed of making love to you. No one on earth has ever hated sunrise as I do.”

“What’s up?” Harry asked.

Ginny looked up and simultaneously closed her notebook. “Nothing.”

Harry sat down beside her on their bed in Grimmauld Place. “Gin.”

“I have been writing, I used to like writing until-”

“I understand... Can I see?” he asked carefully.

Ginny chewed her lip. “It’s kind of …” She breathed out. “Intimate.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he told her.

Her thumb grazed against the corner of the notebook. “I suppose you can, it’s just a vulnerability.”

“No, I know that.”

She went to hand him the notebook but paused. “If you make fun of me, I will never let you read anything ever again.” She placed it in his hand. “This one is very much a work in progress.”

Harry flipped the notebook open on the spot her pen rested and read out loud.

“For thousands of days I thought of running to you. No one in the universe has ever hated distance as I do. For a thousand nights I dreamed of making love to you. No one on earth has ever hated sunrise as I do.”

Harry fell silent and looked at her with a soft gaze. “That’s-”

“Yes,” Ginny admitted. “It’s about you. I think you’re my muse.” She smiled.

“No- I meant… this is beautiful. It’s profound.”

Ginny carefully took her notebook back. “You’re just flattered.”

She bent down to put it away when Harry’s arms came around her waist and pulled her back to him. Her back landed against his chest.

“We can make love until well after sunrise,” he suggested.

His low voice sent a shiver down her spine as he spoke it into her ear.

“If that gets you going, you should read what I wrote last week…” she responded, her fingers trailing over his arm.

She had anticipated him reaching for the notebook and she pulled it out of the way.

“I may read it to you instead…” she suggested, her eyes playful.

“Really?” he asked hoarsely.

Oh, she had him wound around her little finger. “You’ll have to earn it.”

He pulled her against him. “I’m at your command.”

“Good.”

Treacle tart

Written for Day 30 of @hinnyfest

Prompt: Getting to know the parents

Harry took Ginny’s hand and squeezed it as he looked at his parents’ grave. “Thank you for coming here with me today.”

“Of course, Harry.” She smiled softly at him.

“I think they would have liked you,” Harry told her.

“Well, I am an extremely likeable person,” she joked.

Harry leaned into her as he chuckled and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“No,” she said more seriously. “I hope they would. I hope they do.”

“Mum, dad, if you don’t approve of Ginny, please give me any sign at all,” he said.

Nothing happened, it was silent in the graveyard on this June day.

“That’s settled then,” he said with a soft smile.

Ginny offered him a sympathetic smile. He nodded, indicating he was ready to go. She walked out of the graveyard, holding his hand.

“Now your parents,” Harry said.

“Harry, I am just introducing you as my boyfriend. They know we have dated and they know you. There is nothing to be afraid of,” she reassured him as they walked to a vacant street.

“I’d rather walk into a nest of Acromantulas again,” he admitted.

Ginny halted and turned towards him. “Oh, you can be so dramatic sometimes.” She softly pecked his lips. “Ready?”

He nodded and they apparated to The Burrow. It was almost dinner time.

“Ah, Ginny, there you are. You said you had something to tell us?” Mrs Weasley said.

Harry stood a little bit behind her.

“Yes, I do. I want to tell you I have a boyfriend.” This was a proper announcement, one her previous boyfriends hadn’t been graced with since it never had been quite serious.

“Oh,” her mum went, pausing with her wand in her hand.

Mr Weasley looked up at her, staring blankly.

Ginny smiled, mildly amused at the lacklustre response. “Okay, I thought it would be obvious but my boyfriend is Harry.”

Then her mum started to move.

“Well, we didn’t want to assume-” Mr Weasley said but the rest of his sentence was drowned out by Mrs Weasley, who was giving Harry a rib-cracking hug.

“Oh, I had hoped! I really hoped you two would find your way back to each other but well, you never know!”

Ginny shared a look with her dad, who simply smiled at his wife's antics. Hermione was practically beaming and Ron looked pleased as well.

“Oh! That’s why you asked for treacle tart today, didn’t you?” Mrs Weasley said, now coming to hug her.

“Yes, I thought that was enough of a hint but… I guess not.” She hugged her mom.

Hinny Fest - day 28

I'm happy that you're alive - day twenty eight

i thought about this one in the shower

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Harry was working when Ginny arrived; it was saturday, he was dismissed from the office but was still doing things at home, taking advantage of the fact that his wife had gone out for a girls' day with her friends and that James was sleeping in the nest next to Harry's desk, after having been playing for a while good hours with the building blocks Hermione gave him.

''Hello,'' She kissed him, carrying several bags in her arms and smelling like a beauty salon. Her hair was cut, her fingernails were painted black and there were probably other small changes that Harry hadn't recognized yet. ''How was he?''

'’Calm,'' Harry smiled at her, looking down at his son resting in the nest Harry had built so he could sleep anywhere in the house. It was a bed on wheels that magically kept James from falling out, and Harry had made sure it was comfortable enough that he wouldn't have body pain afterwards. ''We played in the rain, then had a snack, Sir is willing to help him walk, so he kept letting James cling to his fur and took him everywhere in the house, finally, he played with his mini city and slept.''

''That's good, I thought he'd be annoyed that he had to stay indoors today,'' She looked at the storm raging outside.

''How was shopping?''

''Well! Want to see my new clothes?'' Harry smiled, looking at his wife and nodding. ‘’Okay, I’ll change!” She went into the office bathroom, staying there while Harry finished reviewing that document and signed the letter of resignation from Elise, an amazing auror but who had serious problems with her knee joints and needed medical clearance. When Ginny left, he thanked himself for putting the quill away or he would have messed up the parchment.

She looked beautiful, with jean shorts that were short and made her ass even more in evidence, a dark wash and with threads fraying at the hems, the shirt was short and showed a fillet of her belly, it was white from a cotton fabric maybe, and made Ginny look so hot that Harry had to drink his water before he started drooling.

‘’I was walking through the stores and realised I only have mum's clothes,’’ She began, glaring at him. ''And it's not that I don't love James, you know I would jump in front of every spell to save him, but sometimes I want to look less like a sixty year old mother and more like a twenty four year old woman,'' Ginny put her hands on her hips, smiling at Harry. ''You liked it? I was a little insecure about my cellulite, but Fleur said I looked amazing,''

''She's right,'' Harry cleared his throat, nearly losing focus when his wife gave him a whirl and he saw how good her ass looked in her jeans.

''Now, the second look.'' She ran back to the bathroom, not taking long to come back. She was still wearing the white shirt, but now she was wearing a black leather skirt. She was temptingly hot. '’Still following this idea. I realised I don't have any short skirts that fit me anymore, so… I bought this one. But I think it was an impulsive purchase, I feel a little bitchy in this outfit.’’

''Never baby,'' He could barely contain his eyes that dried her body.

''Lastly.'' Again Ginny walked into the bathroom, this time taking a little longer and appearing only in a bikini, and this time Harry drooled. ''Okay, I know we're not going to the beach on any upcoming trips, but, we have a pool, and I'm feeling like with the clothes I have on I'm not going to enjoy the summer at all... These panties are a little... too much, I know, but again, impulse buys.''

Her skin had taken on a surprising highlight with the light blue fabric, the top made her breasts so striking that Harry thanked heaven for genetics. The panties were unlike any she'd ever worn, they were smaller and covered her ass a lot less, and Harry would never complain about that, he always made it clear that the exercises Gwenog gave to the athletes made Ginny have a spectacular ass.

‘'I don't know if I'll wear this when there are other people here, it's a little too revealing and I feel like I'm looking even more of a bitch, but I thought you might like it,'' Ginny shrugged, looking embarrassed.

''You don't like it?'' he said, his throat dry.

'’Yes! But it's just… I mean, pregnancy has changed me in ways I don't think I'll ever get back,'' Instinctively she placed her hand on her stomach, right above the c-section scar. ''It's hard to heal from these insecurities.''

''You look beautiful, Gin, and if you want I can make up a trip to the beach right now just so you can wear those clothes,'' She laughed, going over to him and sitting on his lap, hugging his neck and laying her head on his shoulder. Harry placed his hand on her bare thighs, feeling her skin warm and smooth. ‘’I’m so happy that I’m alive right now, that I’ll do whatever you want.’’

''Thanks, I think I'm slowly getting used to it.'' She shrugged. ''And I’m happy too, that you’re here and alive, but I was hoping you could make sure James got even more tired after his nap and slept through the night so we could have a free time?...''

He's Alive

Written for day 29 of @hinnyfest

Prompt: Ginny meets Harry before the sacrifice in DH

She closed the eyes of the girl she had been comforting. She was her age, a Hufflepuff and just like her, she had sneaked in to join the fighting. She had begged for her mom now and there was nothing Ginny could do but comfort her.

She heard a familiar rustle of fabric and she immediately knew Harry had walked past under his invisibility cloak. "Harry."

She stood up and looked and a second later he appeared precisely where she had been looking. His eyes were wide with fear and Ginny immediately realised what Harry was about to do. He was going to sacrifice himself.

Her stomach turned and she swallowed hard and took a few steps closer to him. "Why?"

Loving Her Is Easy

Written for Day 28 of @hinnyfest

Prompt: "I am glad you're alive."

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Harry woke up feeling like he had been run over by a truck but he found comfort in waking up in his four-poster bed in Hogwarts. He had no idea how long he had slept after he had gone to bed after the Battle or what had happened in the world in the meantime.

He crept out of bed and found that the rest of the dorm was empty. There was a dull ache in both his chest and his head but both were bearable so he did not pay it much attention. He stepped into his clothes, which had been cleaned.

He walked down to the common room and was glad to find Ron and Hermione there. “How long did I sleep?”

“About 20 hours I think. I only woke up two hours ago myself,” Ron replied.

“You should get that looked at,” Hermione commented, pointing at his head.

He did shower before he crept into bed so most of the blood must be gone but he assumed it was still visible. He shrugged. “Sure.”

“Most people have gone down for breakfast,” Hermione informed him.

He wasn’t sure if she had mentioned it because he should also eat or because he may not want to walk into the Great Hall when it was full of people.

“Actually, do you know where Ginny is?”

@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.

my hand was the one you reached for

Written for @hinnyfest, Prompt 28. “I’m glad you’re alive.”

After the war, Ginny tries to hold Harry together. She doesn’t think it’s enough.

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And Yet It Lingers

@hinnyfest Day 27: Potter-Weasley Kids

Summary: He knew his father would be furious as soon as he'd said it, but what James Sirius Potter didn't expect was the conversation that followed - one he never thought they'd have.

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James practically skipped down the stairs of his family’s cottage, eager to spend the day with his girlfriend and take full advantage of the fact that her parents were out of town. He grabbed an apple out of the fruit bowl as he passed through the kitchen, where he found his father whistling while doing dishes and his mother flipping through Seeker Weekly at the table.

The Hogwarts Express

Written for Day 27 of @hinnyfest

Prompt: Potter-Weasley kids

“I hope they’re alright,” Ginny said, impatiently waiting for the train to arrive.

Lily Luna stood on her tip-toes trying to spot the train. “Is it there yet?” her small voice came.

“A few more minutes, Lils, they’ll be right here,” Harry told her softly. He turned back to his wife. “Well, no one tried to kill our kids, no one was petrified or seriously injured… I think they had a splendid year.”

Ginny frowned at him. “Your standards are astoundingly low, you know that?”

Harry shrugged. “As long as Lily has a good start next year.”

Ginny looked down at her daughter. “Godric, I hope so. She’s so small.”

“And tough like her mum, she’ll do okay.”

Ginny smiled at him and they shared a look of understanding. Their children would never have to live through the hardships they did.

“There they are!” Lily said as she spotted the train coming into the station.

The parents around them also looked up excitedly. Lily took off towards the train. Harry kept a worried eye on her while simultaneously trying to spot his two sons.

Lily came back dragging both her brothers along. “Found them!”

Harry beamed at Ginny, their family complete once again. “Let’s go home then.”

Hinny Fest - Day 27

Potter-Weasley Kids - day twenty seven

bc it's a hot day and i want to be in a pool :/

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The house was silent, too quiet to be true, Harry realised too late, as he and Ginny were jolted out of their peace, napping in their bedroom in the freezing air from the air conditioning on that hot day, with screams and loud laughter coming from the garden.

They were scared in bed, barely knowing when they had fallen asleep, tired after going out last night for a family outing and having stayed up late with activities that the children were not included in. After lunch on Sunday, they went to bed with the promise that they would get up in a few hours to take them out for ice cream, but they ended up sleeping and hardly noticed the time passing.

When they went to the window to see what was going on, they saw their pool dominated by teenagers; James and his four friends, Albus and the boy Malfoy, Lily-Lu and three other friends, all swimming in the pool with Sir, their dog, doing what looked like a war with a volleyball and separated into teams, trying to hit each other, splashing water in all directions.

Sir had fun, jumping whenever the ball was thrown and swimming in the middle of the ''field'' they had created, going from one side to the other and disturbing the young ones who were trying to hit their friends on the other team.

"How long were we asleep?" Ginny mumbled, stretching and getting back into bed.

''An hour and a half,'' Harry glanced at his watch, closing the curtain and going along with his wife. ''At least they're big enough to know how to take care of themselves,'' He closed his eyes, hugging Ginny and laying down on her breasts.

As they went back to sleep, thinking about how good it was that their children weren't kids anymore and didn't need them to watch over them twenty-four hours a day, the teenagers continued their naval warfare, not knowing that at the end of that afternoon, one of them would leave with a broken arm.

Hinny Fest - Day 26

''You are my home'' - day twenty six

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Their house was almost ready, there were still a few things left to do like painting their room and installing the Floo, but in general, everything was in place.

It was a very good feeling to have her house, the way she and Harry had always wanted it, the colours, the furniture, the windows, the garden, just the way they wanted it. Ginny would never be able to forget what it felt like to live through that.

''Everything is turning out beautifully,'' he said, walking into the finished kitchen. The marble countertops were just the right height for Ginny, and the cupboards had all the shelves Harry wanted them to have.

‘’Yes, our home,’’ Ginny tried saying that again, smiling afterward. ''I mean, you're my home and all that, but this is our home.''

''I agree,'' Harry hugged her, kissing her hair and placing his hand on her slightly rounded stomach. ''I've always dreamed of this.''

''Doubtful,'' She looked at him, eyebrows raised and a smug smile on her face.

‘’I always hoped that in a perfect world I would have this,’’ Harry shrugged. ''I'm more than happy to be with you.'' He kissed her. ''Now, let's see if our bathtub has already been installed... I asked for it to have dragon feet, like the one we saw at the hotel...''

Hinny Fest - Day 25

Molly and Arthur notices hinny - day twenty five

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Molly was finishing her laundry when she saw them; she was talking softly, exchanging glances, hands close and unspoken promises.

They shouldn't think she was there, and she didn't do anything to alert them either.

That night, as she lay down next to Arthur and talked to him about her day, the serious talk she'd had with Fred and George about the shop, about talking to Ron, she remembered Harry and Ginny, quiet and close that afternoon, and at dinner too, sitting side by side as if they wanted to be together but at the same time couldn't exchange a word without starting a war.

‘’I think they were having something… you know, before… all this,’’ She said, looking at her husband, her eyes sad and lost in the feeling of not having taken care of the children as she should have.

It was a feeling she had been feeling more and more with all the war going on.

''Ginny likes him and Harry likes her,'' Arthur held her hand, looking into her eyes, sharing the same thought as Molly. “Their end is going to be something difficult for her.”

''Do you think he broke up with her?''

''Harry would never put her in danger, he's too good for that,'' he said, and Molly nodded, sad that her daughter had been robbed of being happy with someone who deserved her.

''I think that's what saddens Ginny the most, that he's so good, that he puts his feelings below the safety of those he loves.''

Goin' out of @Hinnyfest in a BLAZE of pure sweet fluff

Day 27 (Back to work tomorrow). Prompt: Potter-Weasley Kids. I destroyed the canon timeline because three kids in three years is a whole lotta kids.

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“You have to support her head.”

Harry leaned in a little to make sure he’d heard it right. James was speaking earnestly to his wide-eyed younger brother.

“They won’t let me hold her. They shouldn’t let me hold her. What if I drop her?”

“You won’t.  And I’ll help.” James’ chest was puffing out, sheer determination in his nut-brown eyes. A cautious smile bloomed on Albus’ young face.  Harry turned away with a swelling feeling in his heart, something echoing in his ears like long-dormant phoenix song.

At the end of the hallway, Ginny was sitting up in bed, gazing with adoration at the bundle in her arms.  She looked up at him and her expression didn’t change.

Harry entered the bright room, aware with new peace of the places he’d been, first. A chamber, a cave, a forest, a church. “This was why,” he said, softly, and leaned in to kiss them both.