Prompt ideas- hinny 1.On Halloween trying to jump scare but actually just tripping 2.Bad pick-up lines btw ur prompts r great keep writin it's fantastic

A/N: ok i love these prompts.  I did the first one only, but I want to do the second one so bad!  I was thinking maybe people could send terrible pick up line suggestions?

On to the fic, its a shorty, but I like it & hope you do too since its been quite a wait!  Here’s some Halloween hinny fluff!

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Inexplicable

Harry Potter was a very mature wizard, an auror in fact, whohad been married for over a year.  He wasvery mature and found enjoyment in things adults did.  Not thoseadult things…well yes those, Harry Potter liked having ‘adult time’ withhis wife very much, and the feeling was quite mutual.  But, back to the point, Harry Potter was verymature and most definitely was not hidingin the cramped and slightly musty coat closet of his and his wife’s shared flaton Halloween waiting to scare her as soon as she flooed home frompractice.  

No, Harry Potter was much too mature for that, and had not been lying in wait for almost threequarters of an hour waiting for said wife, because that would be a veryimmature waste of time.  However, if he was immature and hiding, he wouldcurrently be muttering curses and trying to wriggle his toes in an attempt toregain feeling beyond the uncomfortable tingles that told him the entire lowerhalf of his body was asleep.

A whoosh of sound traveling from the inner rooms of the flatdrew the young husband’s attention from his prickly toes, his measured breathsand excited heartbeat loud in the silence. Harry listened, ear pressed against the door, as Ginny let out a tiredsigh.  Her light shuffle-steps moved fromtheir cozy sitting room currently bedecked with cobwebs and pumpkins they’dmessily carved over the weekend, toward the front entrance, the sound of hercoat dropping on the bench, as it always did, despite the half dozen hooks thatwere meticulously hung next to the cherry wood front door.

Harry’s hand slid onto the brass door handle, chilly fromthe autumn cold, waiting for the perfect opportunity.  She hasto be relaxed…and positioned in the exact right place…Two thumps in quicksuccession told him she had kicked off her battered trainers that she refusedto throw away, not from a desire to economize, but because they were ‘perfectlybroken in;’ a choice that frustrated Molly Weasley to no end and had once beenthe subject of a recent Rita Skeeter exposé accusing Harry of miserlytendencies toward his young bride. 

Quiet metallic clicks told Harry’s ears that Ginny had nowdropped her green and gold Harpy duffle to the hardwood in an unceremoniousheap; smelly, sweat-damp clothes and underthings to be fished out and washedlater, likely by the ever dutiful Harry. Early on in their marriage, they had intended to split such chores,taking turns doing the weekly washings, but a few months of putting this planinto practice left Harry with one too many pink undershirts and the realizationthat his devious wife just happenedto only find dirty clothes when it was histurn.

The sound of a zipper refocused Harry’s attention; in hismind’s eye, he could see the individual teeth unlocking from each other, slowlybut steadily revealing the plains and slopes of Ginny’s toned torso, snuglyencased in a standard Harpies practice kit, long sleeved for the cooler months.  As this final outer garment fell to theground with a whisper of a noise, Harry leaned closer, biting his lip as helistened closely, mapping her progress through the hall and towards his hiddenlocation in his minds eye.

Face scrunching in confusion, Harry pressed himself closerto the door, cupping one hand over his ear in the hope of determining thelovely read head’s current location, should’vestolen some extendable ears from George…

Just as he was contemplating cracking the door open slightlyto peer around, said door swung open rapidly, his screech of surprise mixingwith the triumphant battle cry of one Ginevra Potter, who caught him with deftarms as the door slammed into the springy doorstop and bounced back with enoughforce to tap Ginny’s shoulder.

Under normal circumstances, falling face first into thebosom of his lovely bride would’ve been cause for happiness on both of theirparts, but Harry’s scowl broke tradition as he spoke, voice muffled by themoisture wicking fabric of her top, “How?”

Hinny, #6 Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?

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“Is there a reasonyou’re naked in my bed?”

Ginny mumbledsomething into her – well actually Harry’s– pillow and flopped onto her stomach, further exposing her freckled back andbum…oh God.

Harry scratched hishead, squeezing his eyes closed and taking deep, calming breaths, “Uh, Gin?”

With a grumble, thesleep-mussed chaser rolled over onto her stomach, luckily, or unluckily, keeping her bosom covered…mostly, “Can’t you justenjoy the fact that your girlfriend is au naturel in your bed and move on?”

Sighing and trying tothink of anything but enjoying thefact that his girlfriend was currently wearing nothing but a sheet, “I- why areyou here?”

Sitting up, sheetpressed to her chest, Ginny slurred, “’m feeling decidedly unwanted right now, Mr. Potter.”

Slipping off hiswork robes in an attempt to distract himself, Harry shot a glance toward Ginny,“I swear that is not the issue rightnow, this was just…unexpected?”

Harry steppedtowards the bed, stumbling over clothes – Ginny’s Harpies kit, and sat down,springs creaking, to start untying his high-topped regulation Auror boots.  Ginny slid back down and turned on her sideto face him, “I, umm, might have had a lil’ bit too much to drink with th’team.”

Sniffing subtly,Harry guessed it was much more than a ‘lil’ bit’, but let it go, “So you camehere starkers?”

Ginny snorted,“Of course not…I jus’ didn’t wantto go home t’mum and dad.”

Noddingslightly, which Ginny didn’t see because her eyes had drifted closed again,Harry continued his soft interrogation, “I get why you’re here, but thedress…or lack there of?”

Smacking herlips, Ginny cracked one brown eye open, “M’ clothes smell like death.”

Harry’s loudguffaw rang out through the dark, quiet flat, as he stood, gathering thepungent garb strewn across the dark wood floor before disappearing into thebathroom.  After completing his nightlyrituals and stripping down to his pants, Harry flipped the light off andgrabbed his pillow, intending to sleep on the couch.

Although she hadgiven a pretty convincing impression of being dead to the world, Ginny’s handshot out and gripped Harry’s pillow tightly, preventing him from his departure,“Where d’you think you’re goin’ Potter?”

Letting out ashort laugh, Harry ran his fingers over Ginny’s head, her eyes closing inbliss, “I’m going to leave you in here and sleep on the couch.”

“Why? Th’ bed is so big and I’m so tiny,” Ginny whined.

Harry sat down,lacing his fingers through hers, “Gin, you’re –,” he cleared his throat, “naked and pissed, and we haven’t, andyou – it’s just better if I’m not in here.”

Ginny scoffed,narrowing her eyes menacingly, “Just get in the bed, Potter.”

Defeated, Harryshifted off the bed and pulled the blanket down, leaving the sheet as a barrierbetween himself and Ginny’s bare skin. He lay on his back, slipping his glasses of and placing them on hisnight table, arms folded across his chest stiffly as he tried to keep a safedistance.

“I can practicallyhear your teeth grinding over there,” Ginny muttered.

Harry rolled hiseyes affectionately before shifting uncomfortably, trying to find a restfulposition.

Ginny startedfumbling around, “Bloody tangled inth’ bloody sheet – ” but finallypropping herself up on a wobbly elbow, “Jus’ roll on your side n’ spoon me.”

Face reddening,Harry laughed nervously, “But you- you’re-”

Impatient, Ginnyshuffled closer and threw her arm across Harry’s bare chest, settling her headon his shoulder, “Now put your arm ‘round me. Sleep time.”

Obediently,Harry slipped his arm underneath her, trying, and mostly failing, not to touchher anywhere inappropriate.  Eventually,Ginny’s breaths started to even out as she lingered between awake and asleep.

Harry smiledsoftly and placed a kiss on Ginny’s damp hair, closing his eyes, finallyrelaxed, “G’night, Gin.”

She answered bynuzzling closer, but broke the silence moments later, “Bloody hell, I can stillsmell my kit all the way in here.”

Hinny - 21

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“I don’t want to have a baby,” Harrymurmured into the dusky evening, his wife’s head pillowed on his bare chest. 

Ginny slowly ran her fingers over historso in random shapes, “Well then, given our…activities you’d better hope our precautions are supremelyeffective.”

Harry let out a huff and rolled hiseyes, “No, I mean I don’t want a baby, as in singular – I want…lots.”

Shivering at the slow ascent of hishand up her spine, Ginny raised her head, propping herself up over his sweat-sheenedchest, “Like Weasley lots?  Because we may need to take turns birthingthem if that’s the case.”

Snorting, Harry placed a chaste kiss onher freckled nose, “Like more than just one lots.”

Ginny’s brow furrowed in thought for amoment, before she nodded decisively, “We can do that.”

At that declaration, Ginny was treatedto a sight she’d never get used to – a truly, purely, brilliant smile, whereHarry’s eyes lit up in unbridled excitement that became contagious, as she feltan answering grin spread across her face. Harry closed his eyes, face still carrying the remnants of hishappiness, before he cracked one eyelid open, “Really?”

A giggle bubbled in her chest, “Yes really. We are very good at the making part – just have to actually…make them.”  Despite the fact that they regularly engagedin their…practice, a blush spilled across Harry’s cheeks, although his eyessparked.

Slowly, Ginny ran a finger over hisfeatures, unencumbered by his wuite necessary spectacles, “Well its true, youknow.  The boy-who-lived is a great sha-“

Harry flipped their positions, poisinghimself over her and slanting a hand across her mouth.  Ginny quirked a brow and pulled his handaway, “Oh, you want to try something a little kinky?”

Eyes narrowed, Harry entwined theirfingers over Ginny’s head, “You know what Gin?”

Undaunted, Ginny blinked slowly, flipping her wild red hair back, “What Harry?”

As he opened his mouth to answer, Ginnywrapped her legs around his waist, twisting her hips to shift their positionsonce again, leaving her looming over him, his hands pinned to the bed.  Intent on retaining the upper hand, Ginnyremained silent, chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.

Harry gulped, eyes wide, “Er- I forgot.”

Ginny lowered her face to his, lettingtheir lips just brush, “That’s what I thought, Mr. Potter.”

Could you maybe write Hinny with "there is something on your scarf" *bop* ? Pretty please :)

She’s never known the shop sofull. It’s the week before Christmas, school’s finished, and so the crushhasn’t been unexpected. George has drafted in the whole family to help him, anda good thing too, as the stock’s flying off the shelves—literally, in some cases. As usual, the Skiving Snackboxes are proving most popular, so, seeing a nearly bare shelf, she yells to George that she’ll fetch some from thestoreroom and heads back there. The door swings shut behind her, immediatelysealing off the incredibly loud noise of the shop, and she takes a moment to relish the peaceafter the craziness out there. “Bit busy out there?” She opens her eyes with astart. She’d thought she was alone, but a headless figure is standing before her. Harry lifts up the Headless Hat he’s put on and grins. “Thought I’dsneak in the back way,” he says. “Mostly because I couldn’t actually get inthrough the front door. Busy day?”

“Just a bit,” Ginny says. She’s been on her feet for hours and she’d love nothing more than to dive straight into her boyfriend’s arms. But she promised George she’d stay, so… “Come on, chop chop. I’ve got a million things to take back out there, so stopplaying with the stock and help me.” He grumbles good-naturedly, but places theHat down on the shelf—it immediately disappears—and follows her as she scansthe shelves for the boxes she needs. “Here,” she says, “those three orangecrates there. If you could grab those, I’ll get…” She breaks off, squintingat him. “Hang on, you’ve got something on your scarf. I’ll just get—” Shebreaks off with a shriek. As soon as she touches the scarf, she’s immediately pulled forwards into Harry’sarms; he cries out too and stumbles backwards, and they both fall. Somethingseems to be wrapping itself tightly around her, and she’s about to ask Harryexactly where he thinks he’s puttinghis hands, but she realises it isn’t him: it’s the scarf.

“Oh, no,” she groans. Harry shoots her a quizzical look—one she gets tosee very up close, as their faces are mere inches apart. “We’re stuck now,” sheexplains. “This is one of George’s new inventions—a scarf that tangles twopeople up together. He was showing me them this morning; he doesn’t have afunny name for it yet, but I think I can suggest a few… Don’t wriggle,” sheadds. “The more you struggle, the tighter they get. I can’t remember how youget out of them. He did show me, but…” She casts a glance over to the closeddoor. “Oh, they’ll never hear us if we shout, it’s mad out there. And itcould be hours before someone comes in here to find us.”

“You mean we’re stuck here?”Harry asks, trying to look devastated. “Oh, no. What a shame. Whatever will wedo, all bundled up like this? I cannot reach my wand at all; I think we’restuck together for good.” Ginny starts to laugh at his routine, and he winks. “Gotany ideas to pass the time?”

“Maybe one or two,” she replies,and their eyes close in unison. She leans in, closing the tiny distance betweenthem, and their lips almost touch until—“Wait a minute,” she says, leaning backagain. “This seems awfully convenient. You were here helping George yesterday—didhe show you how this scarf trap thing works?” Harry tries to look innocent, but it’s not one ofhis best skills, and he gives up pretty quickly. “This is kidnap!” she says,trying to sound outraged. “You wore that scarf under false pretenses! You wanted to trap me! I am appalled at your behavior.” But likehim, she’s not very good at pretending, either. She’s stuck here, literally entangled with her boyfriend, pressed up against him with nothing to do whilst they wait for rescue except…

“Is it a problem, Weasley?” he asks, raisingan eyebrow at her. And she has to concede that, all things considered, it probably isn’t.