Sweet Hinny Fest

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.