Hinny Microfic

She was well past ready to get up. She didn’t know how long she had been lying there awake, but it was long enough that the slant of bright sunlight slicing through the gap in the curtains had moved in an arc across the ceiling. From the angle of the light, she calculated it was likely at least half-past ten, but she couldn’t see the clock from here. Her bladder was fit to burst and there was a rumble in her stomach as she contemplated what to cook for breakfast and hell, but she could murder a cup of tea right now.  Still, she didn’t rise. Her head turned to look at the sleeping face on the pillow beside her. He’d fallen asleep with his hand on her breast. His breath moved in and out through his nose in long, soft snores. Harry always could sleep like the dead on a Sunday morning.  She looked back to the ceiling, feeling the weight of his hand holding her there as though, even in sleep, he feared losing her. It was sweet. But damn, she really had to pee. Slowly, so as to avoid waking him, she rolled to her side, intending to swing her feet over the edge of the bed. His hand slipped down to rest over her navel as she did. Reflexively, without waking, Harry let out a soft sigh, wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her backwards against him. Her body moulded against his snuggly, arse pressed firmly against his pelvis. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest against her back, feel each exhale ticking the hair at her neck. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt the resigned smile stretch across her lips. She groped blindly for her wand on her bedside table. When at last her fingers had managed to grasp it, she flicked it at the curtains. The gap snapped shut with a slight clatter of the rings, and the streak of sunshine flickered out.  Her bladder could wait a little longer.

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Prompt: "Did you use the last bit of my shampoo?" "Technically, we both used it all–y'know, when we showered together–" (a pillow is thrown).

2004

“Harry!” She burst into the bedroom. “Did you use the last bit of my shampoo?" Harry had been folding the laundry, and he turned to face Ginny, bewildered. He smirked at seeing her naked, “Technically, we both used it all–y'know, yesterday, when we showered together–" A pillow thrown to his face cut him off, courtesy of Ginny.

“Harry!” She whined. “I don’t have any more shampoo, and I wanted my hair to smell nice when we announce our pregnancy!” Harry taking pity on her, walked into the bathroom and handed her his shampoo. “Here, you can use mine.” Sighing, she pecked her husband’s lips and walked back into the shower. Grinning, Harry went off to finish his chores.

A few hours later, they were all ready to leave. Harry had decided that they would floo instead of apparating. “You ready?” He asked, tersely. “Let’s go!” Nodding, he gently guided her towards the fireplace. He and Ginny stepped into it carefully, and with a handful of floo powder, he called, “The Burrow!” Arriving, they brushed the soot of their clothes and greeted everyone. Molly bustled into the room, announcing that dinner was ready. “Oh Harry, Ginny dear! You made it!”

“Yeah.” “Come on, Harry! Before my brothers eat everything!” Harry followed his wife into the expanded kitchen and saw the entire Weasley clan assembled there. They all sat down for dinner while the kids were playing in the courtyard. Ginny had been holding his hand the entire time, and now it was nearing the end of dinner.

She stood up, tugging Harry up with her. “We have something to say.” She announced. “You’re pregnant!” They heard 3 squeals from around the table. The squeals had come from Molly, Fleur and Hermione. “How’d you know?” He asked them curiously. “Are you really asking Hermione that, Harry? Surely you better than that?” Ron said. Harry chuckled. “True.” “It’s a mother’s instinct.” Molly said. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fleur nodding.

“Ooh! There’s so much to do! You have to prepare the nursery, and buy baby clothes, Oh!” Molly jumped up while saying this, clearly showing her excitement. Arthur chuckled and got his wife to calm down. “I’m sure Harry and Ginny can handle it by themselves.” He soothed.

1. Misty

2. Honeymoon

3. Luck

4. Train

5. Closed

6. Strategy

7. Yes

8. Yours

9. Fake

10. Control

11. Cliche

12. Berry

13. Phone

14. How

15. Please

16. Lick

17. Risk

18. Bang

19. Petal

20. Lips

21. Twinkle

22. Business

23. Million

24. Delete

25. Teeny

26. Fall

27. Champ

28. Long

29. Dish

30. Best

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Prompt: “You’re adorable, you know that?” “What?” “Nothing...”

Harry watched as Ginny scrunched her nose with frustration as she tried to dry her hair with her wand. With a chuckle, “Here, let me help.”  He offered. Resigned to her fate, Ginny walked over to Harry, handing him her wand, and turned around so that he could dry her hair.

With a simple flick of the wand, Ginny’s hair bounced back to her natural curls. “Thanks.” She sighed in relief. He gave her wand back, and with a grin, he said, “You’re adorable, you know?” “What?” But Ginny didn’t seem to hear him as she walked over to the closet, looking for suitable clothes to wear. “Nothing.”

“I heard that.” Ginny called. Harry could hear the smile in her voice. “Heard what?” He feigned innocence. “Your compliment. You called me adorable.” “Because you are! You are so adorable and I want it all to myself.”  “Harry!” Ginny whined. “You know I don’t like being called adorable! I’m Ginny Weasley, Quidditch Player Extraordinaire, Fierce Witch with the best Bat Bogey hex known to man!”

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“Hey Lily-Love, how was school today?” Harry asked his daughter. He had just picked her up from the muggle primary school he and Ginny send the kids to. “Why is school so boring?” Lily whined. “School isn’t boring….. You want to go to Hogwarts, right? That’s a school.” Harry replied. “But at Hogwarts, I can make things fly, and today I learnt about Gravity.” She declared. “You have a good point.” Harry admitted, chuckling. “C’mon, let’s go home.” He said. “Ok.” Lily reluctantly took his hand and followed him to the apparition point.

They apparated home and were greeted by the sight of James covered by flour all over his body. Giggling, Lily asked, “What happened?” “We were trying to make cookies, but someone spilled all the flour.” Ginny answered, glaring at James. With a sigh, Harry pulled out his wand and vanished all the flour over James. “Scourgify.”  “Thanks, Dad!” “How you’re so messy is beyond me.” Shaking his head, Harry goes into the sitting room, while Lily stays to help her mother clean up the rest of the mess.

"I had a nightmare about you."

Ginny was shaking him awake and saying his name firmly. He opened his eyes, reaching for his glasses and wand, then scanning the room. Ginny was eyeing him warily, waiting for reality to set in as she did most nights. The nightmares had decreased since she moved in, but they’d also started to change. Harry privately wondered if she’s so present in all of his dreams, normal, nightmares and frankly really pleasant ones, because her smell and touch was everywhere now as he was sleeping. She would pull him in as she fell asleep and stayed latched to him all night.

“Are you alright?” Ginny asked sleepily. Harry nodded and said “I had a nightmare about you. Well about… the forbidden forest and that night but you came before I could make it…”

Ginny frowned for a moment and then looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “A nightmare about me? Did I look hot in it? Out of 10, how’d you rate dream me?” She teased, she found that flirting with him was just about the best way to ease the tension. Sometimes she could pull him out of a funk before he could start.

He smiled crookedly at her. “10 for sure, but even still dream Ginny doesn’t even compare to just woke up Ginny.” He said as he reached for her. “Sweet talker,” she said into his mouth as they kissed, his hands tangled in her hair.

Written for @hinnymicrofic February 2024, using December 2023 Prompt 28

Written with love, because everyone gets busy sometimes, and the world always needs more hinny! Also - as usual, stretching the definition of micro!

Rose sat on the bench, watching as the flock of pigeons pecked in the dust at the foot of Nelson’s Column. She enjoyed watching the birds. Everyone else seemed to hate them, to regard them as a menace, but she always found them comically amusing. 

She tried to come here most weeks, though it wasn’t as often now. The journey was too much for her aching hip. But she’d force herself if she possibly could, because what was the alternative? Sitting alone in her little flat? Rose much preferred to be out in the fresh air, especially on a day like this. 

Besides, coming here, to Trafalgar Square, always made her feel closer to her Stanley. It reminded her of trips to see the paintings in the gallery behind her, when they were first courting. They didn’t know much about art, her and Stanley, but the gallery was free, and neither of them had much spare cash in those days. Besides, it made her feel very posh, dressed in her best frock and hat, looking at the paintings. Afterwards, he’d buy them an ice cream, and they would sit together on these very benches, watching the pigeons, laughing together and falling in love. 

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The shelves of Flourish and Blotts were filled with the bustling energy of students and parents picking out their supplies for the upcoming school year. Harry and Ginny navigated the narrow aisles, their fingers brushing against the spines of enchanted textbooks.

Ginny chuckled as she picked up a quill with an ornate feather. "Do you remember the first time we came here together?"

Harry grinned, the memory flashing before his eyes. "How could I forget? You picked out the brightest, most outrageous quill you could find."

Ginny raised an eyebrow playfully. "And you went for the practical, plain black one. But I convinced you to get a slightly more colorful one."

Harry chuckled, his gaze lingering on the quills before him. "You always did have a way of making me pick the more adventurous option."

Ginny nudged him with her shoulder. "It's one of my many talents."

As they continued down the aisles, picking out parchment, ink bottles, and other necessities, the air was filled with the anticipation of the approaching school year. The mundane act of picking supplies became a shared adventure, a reminder of the countless times they had done this together.

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Ginny didn’t think much about the way that they slept. Unless he was gone, and then she missed it. Much later, the kids knew if dad was gone, moms bed was free game because she liked being able to hold them in their sleep, but if dad was home their bed was a kid free zone (mostly).

Harry thought about it all the time. He had never been held in his sleep before. Never felt someone love him subconsciously. These moments were deeply intimate for him; his hand up her shirt, her head on his chest, their legs tangled in a mess. He even liked feeling her cold feet on his legs, riding up the legs of his pyjama bottoms. Maybe he thought about it more because he didn’t sleep well, so he ended up holding a sleeping Ginny while she slept. Watching her face and reminding himself that he really gets to keep her forever.

Ginny had read him an article from a muggle magazine once that explained different sleeping positions and what they said about your relationship. Spooning meant protecting. The big spoon subconsciously protects the little spoon in their sleep. Keeping this in mind, it always warms his heart when he wakes up to find himself as the little spoon, his small wife with her leg hiked up around his hips, her head in the middle of his shoulder blades and her arm under his pillow. He’s never felt safer in his life than in those moments.

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The quiet of the Manor's living room was interrupted only by the soft crackling of the fireplace. Harry and Ginny sat close together on the sofa, sharing a moment of serenity after a long day.

Ginny glanced at Harry, her eyes reflecting a mixture of affection and concern. "What's on your mind, love?"

Harry sighed, his gaze distant. "Just thinking about everything—the battles, the losses. Sometimes it feels like I can still hear their voices, see their faces."

Ginny reached for his hand, a gentle squeeze conveying comfort. "You've been through so much, Harry. It's okay to feel that way."

A tear glistened in the corner of Harry's eye, and he blinked it away. "I know, but sometimes it's hard to shake off the weight of it all."

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The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the Weasley garden. Harry and Ginny sat side by side on a worn-out blanket, the remnants of a picnic spread around them. The day had been filled with laughter and shared moments, and as the sun set, a comfortable quiet settled over the scene.

Ginny reached into her bag, producing a small pack of Muggle chewing gum. She held it out to Harry with a mischievous grin. "Ever tried this, Harry?"

He took the pack, studying it curiously. "Can't say I have. What do I do with it?"

Ginny chuckled, demonstrating how to unwrap a piece and pop it into her mouth. "Just chew. It's a Muggle treat."

Harry followed suit, and soon, the garden was filled with the rhythmic sounds of their chewing. A sense of playfulness infused the air as they blew bubbles and exchanged amused glances.

"See, Muggle things aren't that bad, are they?" Ginny teased, popping a bubble.

Harry smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I suppose not. Especially when shared with you."

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The cozy atmosphere of Potter Manor's kitchen enveloped Harry and Ginny as they engaged in a friendly board game. The table was scattered with cards, and the competition was fierce, though lighthearted.

Ginny smirked, surveying the cards in her hand. "I think this is my winning move."

Harry raised an eyebrow, feigning confidence. "Oh, really? Let's see you try."

With a flourish, Ginny played her card, and the tension in the room heightened. The outcome of this game seemed to hang in the balance, and for a moment, all other thoughts faded away.

As the final moves were made, Ginny grinned, laying down the decisive card. "I win!"

Harry mockingly groaned, but his eyes sparkled with amusement. "Well played, Gin."

Ginny looked a little tearful as she came in. She set down a little figurine, that sprouted miniature fireworks out of its wand as soon as it was put on the table.

Harry moved closer, a hand coming to rest on her knee. “Okay?”

She smiled weakly. “Yeah.” She looked back at the figurine and pointed at it. “George has been working on a post-war celebration line.”

“That’s one of the things?” Harry asked softly.

“It is.” She nodded, comfortably leaning into him. “It’s called ‘Do not fret. Voldie’s dead’. It’s launching on Sunday.”

“Fret,” Harry repeated softly, understanding the hint.

“Fred would love this,” Ginny said. “I ordered us a box. A little cheer could be nice, even if Mum is not ready for it.”

He wrapped an arm around her and pressed a kiss against her hair. “We all grief differently. You lost a brother, she lost a son.”

Ginny took a deep breath. “I know… I just know George needs it, needs this. I worry about him.” She met his gaze.

“Me too,” he admitted. “We do what we can.”