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Day 29: A Rated E

Title: The Room of Lost Things (Rated E - 10 chapters - 39k words - Hinny)

Author: @deadwoodpecker

Summary: What if Harry, Ginny and Gilderoy Lockheart were rescued from the Chamber of Secrets... only to find themselves trapped in the Room of Requirement.

Or: The Blue Lagoon, but make it Hinny.

Why I'm Reccing It: This is a contender for my absolute favourite fic of all time. It somehow manages to be sweet and lovely and adorable whilst still very much earning it's E rating at the same time. It's a clever idea, well thought through and very well executed, and I could (and do) read it over and over again.

Harry had never experienced the slowing of time before. Perhaps he could blame the pensieve for shifts in temporal perception. All the heads in the room - two Head of House heads, a referee head, a Headmaster head and the family heads - swung towards Harry in slow motion, each soft clink of Dumbledore’s instruments akin to hammer striking anvil. And in that moment where time stretched slower than stale chewing gum, Harry realized two things: 1) His unvocalized desire to snog Ginevra Weasley until she forgot her loss, her house and her own name had made an unauthorized leap over the introvert fence in a bid for vocal actualization. 2) Vocal chords engaged in vocal actualization produced perceptible sound. “Shite.”

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Still writing - absolutely love taking a small tumblr tag game break. Questions help get me in the zone.

Rules are simple: Post a list of your current WIPs and your followers can ask you about them, you can share a bit from it or talk about your plans with it, whatever.

WIPs (in order of priority)

Quidditch is for Losers

Hufflepup

HifW (QifL p.2)

Untitled 1940s romcom AU

Book Without Words

Other stuff (< 3000 words per project, mostly a bunch of random scenes and ideas)

1. Master of Death (fanfiction)

2. smutty hostages (original)

3. smutty hostages 2 (original)

4. smutty phantom (original)

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A microfic (499 words exactly) for Harry's birthday for @thethreebroomsticksficfest and @hinnymicrofic (Two birds, one stone, right?)

Ginny’s gaze danced over his face. “Come on, birthday boy. Get up.”

He sighed. “Didn’t you say if I was the birthday boy, I could choose what I wanted to do today?”

Her eyes lit up as she smiled. “I did.” She kissed him again.

“And I want to spend it in bed you,” he said, tugging at her hips softly but she didn’t budge.

“Get up. I am all dressed up for you.” She glanced down at her dress.

“Yes, it’s very pretty.” It looked perfect on her. “And I want to take it off you.”

“Harry!” She bit back a smile. She pushed off the bed. “I am being serious. Come downstairs.”

She hovered by the door and shook her head as he walked towards her. “Get dressed.”

And now he wasn’t even allowed to have breakfast in his underwear.

“I want to take a picture,” Ginny told him. He was about to object but she continued. “Of us together. A nice one.”

He couldn’t say no to those eyes. With a grumble he walked off to the bathroom, quickly splashing water into his face and brushing his teeth. His hair would have to be as it was. He walked back to their room and stepped into his trousers, put his wand in it and pulled on a clean shirt.

When he came down the stairs, Ginny stepped to him and softly tried tidying his hair.

He pushed her hand away. “Stop fussing.”

She chuckled and gave up. “You should go outside,” she said with bright eyes. “There may be a gift for you out there.”

Harry walked towards the door and opened it. People jumped up from every corner and there was a loud noise and —he grabbed for his wand, but it wasn’t in his back pocket anymore— Then he realised they had yelled ‘Surprise!’ and the loud noise was a small set of fireworks George had set off.

Harry’s face broke out into a smile as he touched his heart, moved by the surprise while also trying to calm his heart. Ginny moved past him, putting his wand back in his hand with an amused shake of her head.

Molly hugged him first, wishing him a happy birthday while also quickly trying to fix his hair. He assured her it was fine. Then Hermione hugged him while Ron mumbled a ‘happy birthday’. Multiple people began setting the table with the help of their wands, more chairs soaring into the garden as a birthday cake appeared out of a box and was placed on the table.

Harry silently observed the people he called family as the party unfolded in front of his eyes. People were chattering excitedly, adding gifts to the pile. Ginny walked past him to get drinks inside and he stopped her and pulled her close.

He kissed the top of her head. “Thank you.”

She beamed at him. “Aren’t you glad I insisted you got dressed?”

Thanks for the tag @turanga4!

Here's a semi-edited sneak peak of Chapter 19 of my WiP: The In Betweens (6th Year)

Dangerous Daydreams 🏁

“I think you should know that we’re on an even playing field now.” Harry gave her a look, asking: what do you mean? “It’s easy to be the fastest on the team with a five hundred galleon broom.”   Harry inspected George’s old Cleansweep, turning the handle over in his hand. “Oh yeah? Shall we test it out then?”  Ginny snorted. “What, race?”  “Scared, Weasley?” He asked, leaning infinitesimally closer.  There was an irresistible challenge in his eyes, the hint of a daring smile on his lips, and Ginny’s heart began beating faster in anticipation. “Just of seeing your face when you hand over the Captain’s badge.” So the route was set. Whoever was first to make it over the small hill, around the far cluster of trees, and pass between the make shift hoops won. Absolutely no cheating would be tolerated. 

We’re time travelers! a part of Harry caroled. This bubbly, fizzing explanation tasted of the sparkling wine he had drunk.

I would love if you gave my new fic a read.