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daffodil (unequaled love) — “no one will ever come close to you.”

"And the mystery remains," Ginny continued reading. "Who is the mysterious woman? Has Mr. Potter left his wife for good? Can we really blame him? Only time will tell. Until next time, dear readers."

Harry snorted. "Skeeter's really outdone herself this time."

"But, Harry," Ginny said, flashing him the front cover of the Prophet. "What would your wife say? What if they reach out to her for a statement?"

He crossed his arms. "I imagine she'd be pretty upset."

Ginny clicked her tongue. "Or, you know, she might point out that this woman here in the black hoodie, you know, she's kinda the same build as your wife. And, uh, if look at the picture, those sweats are Harpies sweats. This person is definitely married, too, because there's a ring on their left hand." She shook her head. "I think you have a type."

"Oh, I definitely have a type," Harry said, bracing his hands on either arm of the recliner Ginny was sitting in.

"Your poor wife," she sighed.

"Oh, I'm sure she's just miserable over this article," he said.

"I'm sure," she said. "Poor thing."

Harry leaned in to kiss her then, but Ginny slapped his chest with the magazine.

"What do you think you're doing, sir?" she teased.

"Kissing my wife."

He did kiss her then, slow and sweet, his beard tickling her cheeks. Ginny slid her hand up the side of his neck and pressed herself upward.

"You know no one will ever come close to you, right?" he said, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

"Good thing cause you're stuck with me for life," she said, dropping the magazine onto the table next to them. "And I may need a favor from the Head Auror when I hex my coworker into a coma."

Harry grinned and leaned down to kiss her again.

"Ew." Harry and Ginny broke apart to see their oldest son standing in the doorway to the living room rubbing his eyes. "Dad."

Written for @hinnymicrofic day 10: Flower

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Their second first kiss could have been a reprise of their first, full of flying emotions and blazing looks. She could have raced across the room and thrown herself into his arms as the dawn light streamed through the windows of the Great Hall. 

But her heart, already bruised from the insurmountable losses of the night, had fallen to pieces at the sight of him in Hagrid’s arms. And now it felt too large and too fragile all at once, so she allowed him to be swept away by others. He was here, he was alive, and for now, that was enough.

Their second first kiss could have been in the Gryffindor Common Room. In front of the dying embers of the fire as they silently held each other with too many things to say and no words to say them. He has missed her. More than he allowed himself to admit. And he wants to tell her. He wants to tell her all of it. But Fred, and Remus, and Tonks, and Colin and all of the others who were lost. Lost fighting his fight. They fill the room, fill every room he tries to escape to. And with them there, there is no place for second first kisses. 

But surrounded by the flowery scent of her, the ghosts give him space. They don’t fade, he doesn’t know if they ever will, but he feels like he can breathe. So he holds her close, and for the first time in months, sleep comes easily.

Their second first kiss takes longer than either of them expected. First, there are the funerals, day after day of black robes. Harry attends every single one, the ghosts pressing in around him until Ginny’s hand presses against his, and the ghosts give him space again.

It’s harder to talk than either of them thought it would be. The words to describe what they each went through aren’t there. 

But slowly, piece by piece, they struggle through together. The ghosts are still there for both of them, but slowly they grow quieter. Slowly they leave space for something other than grief. 

Their second first kiss finally happens just before Harry’s eighteenth birthday. They’ve escaped to the orchard, Ginny has been picking wildflowers, threading the delicate stems through his hair, knowing that he will never stop her. With her face close to his, it’s the easiest thing in the world for Harry to close the gap. 

Their second first kiss is nothing like their first. It’s soft, familiar. It feels like coming home.

They’re both smiling when they part. Ginny leans her forehead against his. ‘Took you long enough, Potter.’

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Ginny rolled over to meet the prettiest pair of green eyes she'd ever seen. Reaching toward her, Harry pushed a strand of messy hair behind her ear.

"What time is it?" Ginny muttered grumpily.

"About nine," he answered.

"Where's your annoying roommate?" she asked, referring to her brother.

"He had breakfast with Hermione planned this morning."

Thank fuck for that. Ginny grunted and scooted closer to Harry nuzzling her way into his neck. She could feel his cheeks move as he smiled.

"Don't you want to get up?" he teased.

"No."

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Slingshots is a fix it fic where Harry and Ginny both go back in time to their 11/10 year old bodies, not intentionally. It is a WIP that is slowly updating, but I have never heard anyone talk about it!

The Protector is a fic from Madame Pince's perspective as the Golden Trio grows up. A short one shot that I just love

take what i took and give it back to you a one shot where Ginny Weasley is Harry Potter's soulmate, but she isn't Harry Potter's. According to Harry. I don't know if it is underrated, but I love it

Back to the Eclipse I will never write a summer post war one shot because I don't think it will top this

Like Passing Notes in Secrecy IT IS SO FLIRTY!! I reread this just to giggle to myself

Through Shadows also a WIP where Harry gets kidnapped after the Triwizard Tournament and only Ginny notices

“Finally” having him felt almost like “too late.”

The rush of Harry's hand curling around hers was all wrong, like too little breath, swirling guts of a dive on her broom gone bad, panic and guilt tangled like the twigs of her old Cleansweep. Ginny was not the same person he’d left behind nine months ago; she'd been tortured since then, broken, hastily put back together to lead a revolution only to find she'd missed a few pieces along the way. 

Everything was different now; she was different. A sister to five instead of six, her mother's anchor, her father's spirit. What would she be for them now? What would she be for Harry? 

Would it be enough, whatever was left of her?

Ten steps out of the blown out portrait hole, barely past the first shattered window, and the silence was almost painful. Ginny had wanted him for so long, and now that he was here holding her hand, she felt miles away.

"We shouldn't go too far."

Harry stopped in his tracks, gazed down at her with hollowed eyes and a crack in the lens of his glasses. She could see a bit of her reflection in them, saw fear staring back at her, and looked quickly away.

"Okay," said Harry softly. 

The voice he used was one reserved just for her, gentle as spring rain, warm as a summer breeze. Through the darkness of her mind, there was a sudden tinge of sunlight, a glimpse of clear blue skies… 

Ginny gave him a rueful smile through stinging eyes–her heart was singing, and she stamped it shut in shame–readying him for the onslaught of emotions she could no longer control.

“I’m sorry.”

He reached up, cupped her face with both hands, wiped the tears that slid down her cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.

Harry loved arguing with Ginny, mainly because it was often meaningless and didn’t go anywhere. She could get really heated about something and then shrug, smile and move on. 

Ginny’s arms were wrapped around him, he was between her legs, his head against her chest as they overlooked the lake together. 

“How have I changed?” she asked. 

“Well!” he started off rather strongly. “You used to get all flustered around me! And now…” Her hands softened against him and he was sure she was smiling in amusement. “That was just around you, and now that we’re dating… your attention is normal.” 

“Just the usual Harry,” he muttered. 

She snorted. “Doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy it! It means it doesn’t make me feel like I swallowed my tongue and I am about to throw up.” Her fingers tickle against his collarbone. “I much prefer this. Now your attention is… comforting, relaxing… the words flow instead.” 

Her words melted him, her hands softly caressing him. She was trying to distract him, he realised. His hands came over hers, stilling them. 

“You are rather articulate, I’ve found out,” he said. He looked up. “Just why do you now have to make me flustered in turn? With your words and your hands and…” he trailed off as he locked eyes with her with an accusatory look. She was smiling widely, her eyes twinkling and Harry knows she was cooking up a witty retort. She was good at those, he had found out too. 

“Is flustered the word you’re looking for? Or did you mean horny?” she said. 

He turned around in her arms, resting on his arms so his face was close to hers. His cheeks were burning and he inhaled, trying to come up with something, anything in his defence. Ginny was quicker. 

“Now that is flustered,” she announced happily, fingers sliding across his cheek. 

He let out an annoyed groan and leaned in to whisper in her ear. Her arms came around his neck.

“I hate you.”  

She knew he didn’t mean it and chuckled at it. Her fingers were dancing again, against his skin… down his back. Her lips to his ear. “Love and hate are incredibly close to each other, it’s easy to confuse the two.” 

His arms got tired and he fell against her. She let out a small huff at the added weight but her arms wrapped tighter around him. 

“I see, I got confused and mixed the two. That really explains everything.” His eyes met hers and she nodded in agreement. He could see the light blush on her cheeks. He wondered if he could get her to flustered. “You must know that I hate you a lot.” 

Think.

Think of something.

Think of anything.

Think of something other than the fact that Ginny Weasley’s back was pressed against his chest, his arms tight around her waist as he held her back.

“WHAT THE FUCK, COOTE?” Ginny shouted.

“I’m sorry!” Ritchie Coote shouted, looking miserable.

“You could have broken his fucking skull!” Ginny hissed.

“Yeah, well, Harry was wasn’t exactly paying attention, was he?” Ron mumbled.

Harry shot his best mate a betrayed look.

Demelza snorted. “Not when a certain redhead is in his line of vision.”

Katie, Ron, and Jimmy laughed. But Ginny didn’t seem to be paying them any attention. Luckily.

Harry clenched his jaw. “I’m fine, Gin.”

Despite his splitting headache, he was relatively fine… unless his bruised ego could be counted as a casualty.

Ginny’s chest heaved and she squirmed in his arms. Harry closed his eyes and held his breath for a few moments.

“Avoid the head next time, yeah?” Ginny hissed.

Ritchie looked like he wanted to say something, his eyes flickering to Harry, but he kept his mouth closed.

Teddy gripped Harry's fingers so tight he could feel them tingling as the blood circulation was cut off. The air was thick with screams and the sound of feet pounding on the ground as people ran past. Lights flashed all around, illuminating the pair. Harry looked down at his godson's trembling lip and wide eyes. The five year old's hand not clasped in Harry's was slapped over his ear and the little bit of hair peaking out from underneath his toque was flashing through the rainbow.

"Hey bud," Harry said as he knelt down before the boy, "I'm right here. We're okay. We don't have to go."

The little boy looked back at the fair, the flashing lights, the screams of people in the rides, the scents of fried food rolling over them like a tangible fog.

"I wanna ride."

Harry ran his hand over Teddy's head, taking in the anxious look still occupying his features.

"Do you want to wait for Ginny? She just went to the loo, she should be back any minute."

A glance over the boy's head showed the woman in question approaching them. Her eyes roamed over the pair - Harry hunched before Teddy, Teddy's white knuckle grip on Harry - and she slipped her arm around Harry's shoulders before leaning in to kiss Teddy's head.

"Alright there, Teddy Bear?"

"Is loud."

"Yeah, kind of like Christmas at The Burrow, eh?"

Teddy cocked his head to the side and his grip relaxed in Harry's hand. Harry sent a grateful grin to Ginny, to which she winked at him.

"Louder," Teddy said contemplatively.

"Like one of my quidditch matches then."

At this point, Teddy's posture changed to one of interest, excitement even.

"Tell you what, Teddy Bear. We'll go into the fair grounds and get something fried and gooey to eat. And when you're full to bursting, we'll go play some games when something fluffy. And when you're ready, we can find a ride."

Harry rubbed the boy's back as Ginny laid out their plans, his large hands almost covering his entire back. Teddy leaned into him, his hair slowing down and settling on black. Harry tugged the toque down further over Teddy's hair before patting his head affectionately.

"Ready, bud?"

"Ready!"

Harry looked over the boy's head at Ginny, her smile wide and her eyes full of love. She stepped up on the other side of Teddy taking his other hand and swinging it playfully. Harry leaned over the boy and pecked Ginny's cheek.

"My hero."

"Nah, you're the one who calmed him down, I just gave him the solution."

@hinnymicrofic Day 10: 69 words (*bejeweled voice* nice!)

She will wake up soon.

This is not the first time she has had a dream like this before. The location is different, some people she would have never considered to witness this are here, but what he says always stays the same.

"Harry Potter is dead."

She screams, cries out for Harry.

Then she wakes up.

She always wakes up.

Ginny was making coffee in the morning when Harry practically sauntered into the living room with an aloof smile on his face.

He came and wrapped his arms around her from the back, pulling her close to his chest, "Good morning, love!"

Ginny looked amused, "Good morning, Harry! Aren't you cheerful this morning?!"

Harry's smile widened, "It is a beautiful day, isn't it?"

Ginny looked outside the window to see dark clouds and rain spattering onto the windowpane.

"You're absolutely right. Such a bright and warm day!" She chuckled.

Harry's chin rested on her shoulder and he hummed happily.

"I'm skipping work today."

Ginny turned around and stared at him, "Harry I'm getting ten days rest before the practice for the next season starts. Are you going to take ten days leave to stay with me?"

He clung on to her and just hummed.

Ginny chuckled at that, "Mr. Potter skipping work to stay with his wife. Ooh, imagine the Prophet Headlines. Scandalous!"

"I don't care. Pack your bags. We'll go for a holiday."

She struggled to answer back as he nibbled on her earlobes, "Ser- Seriously? Your work?"

He drew back and looked into her eyes, "I booked for a vacation in Bali. It's all arranged. I thought it would be a good surprise. Surprise?"

"You stupid man! You’re telling me now, that we are going halfway across the globe today? I have to pack for a beach vacation in what? A few hours?"

"Three hours." Harry grinned sheepishly.

"Merlin, three hours!!

"Don't worry. I'll help you."

Ginny lunged and kissed him passionately, "You're lucky that I love you."

Ginny looked up at him from her position between his legs. “I understand you didn’t know about Hogwarts, but you must’ve known you could do magic before you were eleven? Mum said I was showing signs before I was one.” 

Harry looked at her warily.

“Like… falling and not getting hurt or making flowers sprout from the ground,” she used as an example. 

“Ah,” he said. “Like your uncle dropping you out of a window and you just bounce off the floor?” 

Ginny gasped. “No! They did that to you?!” 

Harry shook his head quickly, placing a hand on her knee to calm her. “No, that’s what they did to Neville.” He frowned and then it dawned on him. “Petunia used to cut my hair really short, and it would always grow back overnight.”

Ginny grinned. “Is that why it’s always such a mess?” Her eyes flitted to his hair. 

Harry blinked. “What! I thought you liked my hair!?” 

Ginny was making coffee in the morning when Harry practically sauntered into the living room with an aloof smile on his face.

He came and wrapped his arms around her from the back, pulling her close to his chest, "Good morning, love!"

Ginny looked amused, "Good morning, Harry! Aren't you cheerful this morning?!"

Harry's smile widened, "It is a beautiful day, isn't it?"

Ginny looked outside the window to see dark clouds and rain spattering onto the windowpane.

"You're absolutely right. Such a bright and warm day!" She chuckled.

Harry's chin rested on her shoulder and he hummed happily.

"I'm skipping work today."

Ginny turned around and stared at him, "Harry I'm getting ten days rest before the practice for the next season starts. Are you going to take ten days leave to stay with me?"

He clung on to her and just hummed.

Ginny chuckled at that, "Mr. Potter skipping work to stay with his wife. Ooh, imagine the Prophet Headlines. Scandalous!"

"I don't care. Pack your bags. We'll go for a holiday."

She struggled to answer back as he nibbled on her earlobes, "Ser- Seriously? Your work?"

He drew back and looked into her eyes, "I booked for a vacation in Bali. It's all arranged. I thought it would be a good surprise. Surprise?"

"You stupid man! You’re telling me now, that we are going halfway across the globe today? I have to pack for a beach vacation in what? A few hours?"

"Three hours." Harry grinned sheepishly.

"Merlin, three hours!!

"Don't worry. I'll help you."

Ginny lunged and kissed him passionately, "You're lucky that I love you."

For @hinnymicrofic Prompt 5: Love

(about 245 words)

Ginny lay in the grass by Harry’s feet as he sat against a lonely tree. She basked in the sunlight like a cat on a sunny day. Her eyes were closed, and her face was turned to the sun. He observed her quietly; every few minutes she would shift, trying to maximise how much sun she could catch. When she opened her eyes, she’d look at him and smile widely before closing her eyes again. 

She didn’t have a care in the world it seemed. And when Harry looked at her, for those few stolen moments, it felt like he didn’t either. She had a way of quieting his mind, simply by being there. Then all he could think of was her.

She never quieted his heart. It would skip a beat quite often in her presence even as they started spending more time together. His heart’s skipped beats would be quickly caught up on whenever her lips connected to his. It made his heart drum steadily in his chest. 

To him, Ginny was everything good in the world. She made him feel normal. She was his greatest comfort. 

“I think I love you.” 

Ginny’s eyes opened again and met his. She blinked as she looked at him, taking in his words. 

Her position shifted again, slightly closer to him. She reached her hand out to him as she closed her eyes again. He took it, squeezing softly. She smiled. 

for @hinnymicrofic Prompts 4&5 - Love, Hate

“Hello, love.” Harry’s voice was a bare whisper in Grimmauld's messy kitchen.

Ginny wrinkled her nose.

“Good morning-afternoon-evening, love.”

Now, Ginny winced beneath crawling gooseflesh.

“How was your day, love? Would you like a side of chips with that, love?”

“No! Nonononono! Stop! I can’t take it!” With a frustrated huff, Ginny scratched another word from the list on her clipboard. “That one won’t work either! I’m not saying ‘yes’ until we figure this out. It’s a dealbreaker, we have to find something not revolting.”

“Alright,” Harry peered over her shoulder, adjusting his glasses. “So we’ve rejected ‘love,’ ‘darling,’ ‘dearest’-”

“-along with the diminutive ‘dear’ and ‘deary’-“

“-and you’ve crossed off the universally accepted ‘honey'-“

“Yeah, all the sweetener ones have to go,” Ginny shivered. “Including but not limited to sweetie, sugar and its derivatives.”

“That takes out sugar pea, sugar pie, sugar snap.”

“Just hearing them gives me a toothache.”

She struck double lines through those with such force her quill poked a hole in the parchment.

Harry tried not to laugh at her ferocity. “There’s got to be one you don’t hate.”

Ginny’s jaw dropped, as she twisted to stare up at him, aghast. “Me? You hate them too!”

“Yeah, they sound ridiculous.”

“They sound ridiculous,” Ginny tried to keep a straight face, but her laugh began to bubble. “Because of that sick, dying, choking sound you make when you say ‘buttercup.’ It’s this weird glottal thing in the back of your throat.”

“Buttercup?” He did his best to keep his voice neutral.

Ginny mimed a choking sound, her tongue sticking out. “Yes, snookems?”

“Did you need something, precious?” he deadpanned.

She made a sound like a kneazle with a hairball.

Unable to hold out any longer, Harry grabbed the clipboard out of her hand and tossed it in the fireplace. Then, he pulled his beautiful, brilliant, hilarious, ferocious, pretty-sure-she-was-going-to-give-in-and-marry-him-even-without-an-approved-married-pet-name love-of-his-life into his lap as they both broke into laughter. “Love you,” he murmured, between chuckles, between kisses.

“Love you, too,” she breathed. “I suppose we could get married without the stupid nicknames.”

“I still think ‘pumpkin’ wasn’t so bad,” he murmured, nuzzling into the sweet smell of her hair. “I didn’t hate pumpkin.”

“Like a rabbit,” Ginny says, gesturing to the ears on her head.

“I take it you had fun then?” he says, fighting laughter.

Ginny nods, falling into his arms. “Oh my god, HARRY!” she sighs dramatically. “You should’ve been there! Hermione kept trying to mum me, though,”

Harry can barely see her irises thanks to the extreme dilation of her pupils. “What did she do this time,”

Ginny holds up a shushing finger. “Listen, it’s not that I don’t love her. I do. I do love her. Not as much as you but I love her,” she hiccups, wrapping her arms around Harry’s neck. “She just… doesn’t know how to have fun!”

Harry snorts, nuzzling her ear. “No offence, Ginny, but our idea of fun has strayed very far from what Hermione deems fun. Also,” he pulls back, quirking an eyebrow. “You were in the muggle world. A lot of fun things are illegal there,”

Ginny’s eyelids flutter lazily and she nods vigorously. “But, Harry,” she giggles girlishly, standing on her tip-toes to reach his ear. “It’s- it’s only illegal if you get caught,” she furrows her brow, suddenly serious. “And I never ever get caught. Ever.”

“You do so,” Harry laughs, his head falling back.

She slaps his arm, but her strength is subdued by the alcohol. “You’re supposed to enable me. My bad ideas and my opinions!” she hiccups again. “You’re a terrible boyfriend,”

Harry laughs harder and now Ginny is laughing too.

“STOP!”

Harry shakes his head.

“Harry, stop laughing you’re going to make me cry,”

Harry doesn’t know what she’s talking about. If she means crying laughing, she’s right.

She claps her hand on his shoulder, hiccuping over her laughter. “Stop”

“No,”

“I’m pregnant,”

“WHAT?” Harry’s eyes go wide, and he draws back from her to look into her eyes properly.

“No, but can you imagine if I was?” she lets out a string of giggles disconnected by various attempts at taking deeper breaths.

Harry can hear his heart pounding, his chest heaving with deep, rapid breaths.

Ginny seems undisturbed. “Anyway, as I was saying, we go to this muggle pub, right. Well, it wasn’t really a pub there was a lot of lights and music,” she waves her hand in circles to elaborate her point, even though she isn’t saying anything.

Maybe she thinks she’s talking.

“And there’s this big muggle, really big. Almost like Hagrid,”

“Ginny you already told this story,” Harry laughs through a breath, finally starting to relax. “Like, two minutes ago,”

“I know but it’s funny and I’m going to tell it again,” she huffs, straightening her shoulders. “Anyway, I’m like, who’s he? What’s he doing? Why is he looking at me?”

“And Hermione says he’s the bouncer,” Harry finishes for her.

Ginny grabs his arms and pins them to his side. “Shush! You’re ruining it. You’re such a ruiner,”

“And then you point at your ears,” he breaks free of her hold and bats at the bunny headband, “and say ‘like a rabbit,’”

“You’re the worst,” Ginny pouted, collapsing into him, forcing Harry to fall to the ground. Thankfully, he breaks her fall. “Let me tell my story!”

Harry shakes his head, staring up at her.

——————————————

“Nappies are under the-“

“Sink — for some reason, yeah,” Harry filled in, smiling nervously.

Andromeda raked a hand through her hair. “I know that you’ve both got this, I know that,” she looked up pityingly at Harry and Ginny, who both stood awkwardly around the front door. “Just… oh, it’s been so long since… well,”

“Which is exactly why you deserve a break,” Ginny reasoned. “Go and have, well, try to have a good night with your sister,”

Andromeda closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply. “I will, thanks,”

Ginny nodded.

“Right, well, goodluck! He’s really a good kid, very quiet. Especially compared to Nymphadora,” Andromeda shuddered. Not from the shock of her loss, not anymore. It was a nice thing to see, really. “Don’t burn the place down, I know how the two of you get when you’re bored,”

Harry rolled his eyes. “We’ve got it, Andi,”

Andromeda laughed at her own teasing, waved goodbye, and disapparated.

***

Ginny eyed Harry as he watched over Teddy many hours later. They’d spent countless dayss with the boy over the past year, but this was the first time they’d been properly alone.

She both loved and hated the way Harry looked at Teddy. There was a fondness and amazement in his eyes that made her fall for him all over again.

Not like she’d ever stopped.

But there was also a great sadness there. She couldn’t tell if it was on Teddy’s behalf, or if it was envy. To see a boy grow up surrounded by those who loved him, even if it wasn’t the two that should’ve been there now, playing under blankets and reading stories.

“What are you working on?” he asked her, quietly, so as not to disturb the sleeping one-year-old.

Ginny shrugged, flipping through her notebook. “Just an idea,”

“Book?”

Ginny shrugged again. “Could be. Could just be something for me,” her eyes darted to Teddy, limp in a position that didn’t seem all that comfortable. “Or for him,”

Harry smiled at his girlfriend. Everything was so quiet.

Through the open window, the cool May breeze drifted in, bringing the sounds of crickets and the smells of freshly mown grass.

“I’ve been thinking,” Harry spoke softly, breaking the comforting silence. “I want to take him out to the forest… you know, at the end of his seventh year. Maybe something for graduation, I don’t know,”

He popped his knuckles nervously, and Ginny couldn’t help but giggle at his apprehension to his own idea.

She let him continue.

“I think I’ll give him the stone. Just for a bit,” he looked away from her and down to Teddy again. “I’ll leave him alone… just… you know, with Remus and Tonks… he can talk to them properly.”

Ginny cocked her head to the side. “I think it’s a good idea, but I want you to promise me something,”

Harry’s eyes slid to hers. He was blushing.

“Make sure it’s his choice to see them. Don’t force it on him. It has to be like you,”