@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.

someone new

written for @hinnyfest prompt 4: harpies locker room *content warning* mentions of casual alcohol consumption a day late for reasons we don't need to get into right now

Collapsing onto a sofa, Ginny watched as the rest of her teammates slowly trickled into the players' lounge. Early morning meetings were always a bit subdued, but the first Saturday back after holiday break was an entirely different type of sleepy silence. 

Val plopped down next to her, her head falling back to rest against the cushion. "That was some party."

Snorting, Ginny couldn't help the grin that stretched across her face. Val had been a sight to behold. Ginny couldn't remember the last time she'd seen someone drink Charlie under the table.

"It's been two weeks?" Ginny asserted. "You still haven't recovered?"

Eyes fluttering shut, Val shook her head with a soft moan.

Ginny chuckled under her breath. "You know they make potions for that sort of thing?"

"This is just age," Val sighed. "No potion can cure that I'm afraid."

"Alright, you lot," Gwenog called in her most commanding captain's voice. "Hope you had a Happy Christmas and all that."

As Gwenog took off, detailing out the upcoming months of pre-season practice, Ginny let the familiarity of it all seep into her bones. A deep attachment to this building, and to these women, rippled out from her middle. The camaraderie that she'd found within these walls, the solidarity, the friendship, hit her with such force that she could only describe the feeling as a profound belonging.

This was her place. These were her people.

And they always would be.

Ginny could usually curb her more sentimental tendencies, but recent events had her living in such a golden glow of joy, she couldn't seem to find a way to come back down to earth. Oblivious to the warmth of fondness now taking Ginny over, Gwenog continued on, speaking about schedule changes for opening weekend and the training schedule for every which week in between, and it was all just so damn exciting. The prospect of a new season, a fresh start, a new year. Coupled with the last few weeks, Ginny found herself blissfully optimistic. So much so, she had to bite back the smile threatening the corners of her mouth.

She was fairly certain Gwenog caught the expression, because she shot Ginny a sharp glance when she paused to check her notes.

"And lastly," Gwenog smirked, eyes roving over the squad all gathered around the room. "We have someone new joining us for the season."

Ginny blinked, and noticed several others all looking at Gwenog in equal states of confusion. 

"It's a lot of pressure," she continued, a wicked glint in her eye. "Replacing such a an integral member of the team."

A few looked around, most of the gazes landing on Val. Ginny did as well, wondering if this was the retirement announcement they'd all been dreading.

"But I'm confident she's got what it takes," Gwenog paused, no doubt for dramatic effect, then her face broke out into a wide grin. "Everyone welcome to the squad, Ginny Potter!"

After a beat of silence, the room erupted into laughter and wolf-whistles. 

"Ha Ha," Ginny called back sardonically.

"We were all there, Gwenog."

"Some of us more than others."

"I heard that Ellis-"

"How was the honeymoon, Weasley?"

"Or do we have to call you Potter now?"

"Yes," Ginny laughed. "You do."

The commotion died down gradually, the merciless ribbing turning from Ginny to Val and her drunken dancing. As her teammates relived the more hilarious moments from their reception, Ginny lost herself in the memories of the day. The thin layer of fresh snow, the candlelit tent, Harry's grin as he waited for her at the end of the aisle. 

Standing in front of her locker, she pulled on her practice kit, her new name stitched across the back in bold, yellow letters. She was fairly certain the shimmery incandescence of her new life couldn't last forever, but at the moment, it definitely felt like it could last a lifetime. 

Hinny Fest - Day 4

In the Holyhead Harpies locker room - day four

I wanted to do something else but it ended up happening and I just accepted

@hinnyfest

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Ginny was sitting on the bench in the locker room, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down. She hated fighting on the pitch, hated even more that she'd let the blood get to her head when that bastard said she was only there because of Harry.

The door opened, she ducked her head, knowing that Gwenog would hang her until she asked for mercy, and Ginny deserved it.

''I'm sorry I... he said that about Harry and I just exploded,'' she said, embarrassed. ''If you want to leave me in reserve until the end of the season, feel free, I deserve it.''

''He deserved to be punched,'' a voice said behind her, and it wasn't from Gwenog. ''I had to be stopped myself from getting near him, because I wanted to punch him in the face.'' Harry sat next to her, looking at her in that way that made her feel safe and at home. ''I'm sorry.''

''It's not your fault.'' And it wasn't, it never would be.

''Since we announced we're getting married, this has been happening more often... maybe we should not do this now, wait until your career is more consolidated, or who knows-''

''No.'' Ginny took his hand, her ring was, as usual, very well protected on his little finger. ''We're getting married Harry, and only we know it's not because of you that I'm where I am. And even if it was, poor them who didn't know how to choose a good husband.'' They laughed, and Ginny was grateful that he was there because she felt calmer and less anxious now. ''It's not your fault, I promise.'' She leaned forward, kissing him.

Written for @hinnyfest

Prompt 4: In the Holyhead Harpies Locker Room.

Warning: NSFW content in the first two paragraphs.

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His mouth roved all over her body, kissing, sucking, and occasionally biting any bit of skin he could find. It was brilliant, being like this with Ginny, both of them almost completely naked. It had been three years since the war, and it had taken him and Ginny two months after the war to get back together. The best part was that no one had clocked on to it.

He could see what people meant, there was a certain appeal to sneaking around behind people's backs, he thought as he circled his tongue over one of her nipples, eliciting a moan from her that told him just how much she enjoyed him doing that. "Harry," she breathed. 

The door opened, of course, and they were interrupted. Harry quickly pulled back, throwing the Invisibility Cloak over himself as Ginny frantically got dressed.

"Are you dressed?" They heard Molly Weasley's voice. She was the only one other than Harry who was allowed in the locker room after a match.

"Yes," Ginny replied. Three years of sneaking around- especially behind Ron's back- had given Harry and Ginny the ability to dress up very quickly. Their hair still remained a mess though.

"That was an excellent match, dear," Molly said, coming around the corner and grabbing Ginny in a bear hug. 

"Thanks, mum," Ginny said, smiling. "Say, do you think I can get those apple pies of yours? I did score 8 goals, after all. A woman gets hungry." 

"Of course, love," Molly replied. "Everyone else is waiting outside. They're all so proud of you."

Ginny grinned. "What's not to be proud of?" 

Molly chuckled. "Absolutely nothing," she said fondly, before her mood dropped a little. "Harry had to go for an errand," she continued. "He'll come around one day, Ginny. I'm sure of it." 

Harry almost choked on his laugh right then and there, and he could see Ginny biting her cheeks to stop her from smiling too much. "I already told you, mum. I've moved on to… better things," she said, glanicng over at where Harry was standing, causing him to feel a warm glow in his chest.

Ginny and Molly talked for another few minutes before Molly left, extracting from Ginny a promise to visit more. "I can't even be mad at her," Ginny said. 

"Yeah," Harry said. "I know the feeling."

"Oh?" She asked.

Harry nodded. "Just a few minutes ago, I told you I had a gift and you just jumped me. How could I be mad at that?" He asked.

Ginny blinked. "Wait, you have an actual gift?" She asked.

"Well, there's no need to be so surprised," Harry said. "Do I not get you enough gifts?"

"You do," she said, placing her hands on his arms. "I just wasn't expecting one now." 

"Well, you might like this one the best," Harry said, drawing out a Snitch from his pocket.

"A Snitch?" Ginny asked. 

Harry held the ball out to her, and just before it could fly away, Ginny's fingers wrapped around it. "What-?" Her question was cut off when the sound of cracking was heard from the Snitch.

Ginny's eyes went wide as she saw the Snitch break into two halves and fall away, dropping a ring in her open palm. "Please tell me this isn't a dream or a joke," Ginny said. "If this is a joke, I swear to Merlin, Harry, I will fucking kill you-"

He shook his head with a smile, cutting her off. "Ginerva Weasley," he said, taking her arms in his hands. "I could give you a million reasons I'd like to marry you, and it still wouldn't be enough. But since I have very much forgotten my prepared speech, I'm going to wing it if that's alright with you." 

She laughed and nodded excitedly with a huge smile on her face, so he continued. "You've seen me at my worst, and you didn't shun me away, you've seen my scars, and you love me despite them, and I know that even if I tried, I couldn't find a better person to spend the rest of my life with because you're the strongest person I know, you're my best friend. It's you Gin… it's always been you. So, would you like to make it official and marry me in front of our friends and family?"

"Yes," she whispered, wiping a tear from her eye, and claiming his lips in a very heated, very passionate kiss that left him no doubt of what her answer would be. "Yes, Harry, I'll marry you," she said through a watery laugh. 

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and slipped the ring on her finger. It was a silver colored ring, and it had a diamond resting elegantly on top.

"Were you worried I'd say no?" Ginny asked, hearing his sigh.

"Of course," Harry said. "You could destroy my dreams with just a single word you know that, right?" 

"Your dreams?" She asked, curious tone to her voice. "What do you dream about, Mr. Potter?" 

"The usual," Harry said. "A big house, somewhere between 3 to 10 kids, and you and I still snagging like rabbits after many, many years." 

She smiled. "That sounds nice," she said. "And I think I can help you with the last one." 

"You're so good at it, too," he murmured, casting a quick, silent Muffliato as she slipped his pants down and kissed him on the lips. 

None of your business

Written for Day 4 of @hinnyfest

Promt: In the Holyhead Harpies locker room

Ginny did not pay much attention to her teammates as she arrived in the locker room. About four of them were huddled together in a corner, looking at something. She simply greeted them and started changing. By the time she was done, she had heard Harry’s name three times. 

She walked up to them and crossed her arms as she looked at them. 

Four pairs of eyes looked up from the magazine they were holding and up to Ginny’s face. She could only assume there was an article about Harry once again. 

“Is it true?” One of them dared to ask. 

“What did they write now?” she said, trying to snatch the magazine out of her teammate’s hands but the Keeper had quicker reflexes than that and kept it out of reach. 

“Your dear boyfriend… has only ever been with one other girl except you…” 

“Ha!” Ginny said out loud, surprised by the wild guess and not the actual topic, as usual with these gossip magazines it was quite indecent. “I don’t think that’s true.” 

The four of them stared at her. 

“How many were there, did he tell you?” 

“No, I just know. We were friends before we got together.” She shrugged. 

“I bet he got loads of girls, he’s quite the charmer, isn’t he?” 

“Please, he was terrible with girls before me,” Ginny said. 

There was a knock on the door and then Harry’s voice came. “Gin?” 

“Oh look, you can ask him yourself.” She opened the door and pulled him inside and closed the door. He looked worried. 

“I need your help because I think your mum is going to kill me. There is a new article-” 

“Harry, I know,” she said, nodding towards her teammates who were shamelessly following their conversation. 

“Oh. Well, she is going to wrongfully think I had sex with other girls than you and she is going to curse my bits off,” he said, real worry in his voice. 

At least her teammates had the decency to stay quiet at this new piece of information they overheard. 

“Look, just steer clear of her until tonight. I’ll go by after training and do damage control.” She turned to her teammates. “Who is the girl in the article?” 

“Cho… Cho Chang,” the Keeper said. 

Ginny turned back to Harry. “I’ll also send an owl to Cho then to warn her, in case she hasn’t seen. If I have to send her any more owls this year, we are going to become best friends.”

“Splendid. That’ll get the magazines going,” Harry commented. He glanced at his watch. “I have to go now.” 

“Okay. Bye Harry, love you,” she said, kissing him softly. 

“Bye, Gin, love you too.” He walked back to the door and exited the changing room. 

Ginny turned back to her nosy teammates. 

“He looks like that and he’s only ever been with you?” 

Ginny smiled, shrugging casually. “Yep.” She took her wand out of her bag and started making her way to the Quidditch Pitch. 

Her teammates followed close behind. 

“Is he any good?”  

“You are one lucky girl!” 

“Was he your first?” 

Ginny turned back around and the group halted, looking rather sheepish but yet eager for an answer. “Unless you want your snot to turn into bats in the next ten seconds, I suggest you all shut up and run fast. It’s none of your business!” 

And they ran fast.

For @hinnyfest, prompt #4: In the Holyhead Harpies locker room

Rated M only to be safe.

The sound of Ginny’s laugh echoed suddenly in the kitchen. It was muffled quickly, but Harry could see the amusement in her face, one that didn’t match the way she had been concentrating so far in reading the contract.

“What?” he asked, when she didn’t elaborate it.

Ginny looked at him; her eyes were sparkling with mischief, a sight that Harry always welcomed. Still, she glanced around to confirm they were alone in the kitchen before gesturing to him to come closer.

“Read this.” She offered him one of the scrolls, pointing to one line under the section ‘The rights and obligations of the player’.

Harry followed it; there was a whole chapter dedicated to the kind of player’s behaviour that the Holyhead Harpies expected, including what was forbidden. Most of them seemed valid, but then he found the line that made Ginny laugh.

“The player is not to engage in any sexual activity in the Club’s locker room,” he read aloud. Ginny giggled, even as she placed a finger on her lips for him to talk lower. Harry guessed she didn’t want her parents thinking about that particular clause. “Er—do they really need to write this down in the contract?”