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Fred and George find a record player. Someone shoves the coffee table aside. Harry doesn't know how to dance, and Ginny doesn't make it a thing.
Harry & Ginny ⢠The Burrow, summer ⢠pre-HBP
It started, as most things at the Burrow did, with Fred and George.
Harry didn't see which one of them found the record player â it was old, the kind that crackled before the music even started, and someone had charmed it to play louder than it should've been able to. The twins had shoved the coffee table aside with their feet and announced, in matching voices, that the sitting room was now a dance hall and anyone who disagreed could sleep in the garden.
Molly had laughed. Arthur had asked, quite seriously, what a DJ was. Ron had said he wasn't dancing, not for anything, and then Hermione had said something quiet near his ear and now they were swaying near the bookshelf, Ron's ears pink, his hands placed with extraordinary concentration on her waist.
Harry stood near the window.
He wasn't sure when Ginny had moved to stand beside him. It had happened the way most things with her happened â quietly, while he was looking somewhere else. She was watching Ron and Hermione with the expression she used for things she found either deeply funny or deeply embarrassing, and Harry couldn't always tell which.
The record skipped. Someone laughed across the room.
"You're not dancing," she said, not looking at him.
"No."
"Can you?"
He considered lying. "Not really."
She turned then â just her head, just a fraction â and there was something in the corner of her mouth that wasn't quite a smile but wasn't not one either. "Do you want to try?"
His stomach did something it had no business doing.
He didn't answer, but he held out his hand, and she took it, and somehow that was answer enough.
***
She put his hand at her waist herself because he was standing there looking at it like it had betrayed him. Her fingers settled over his, pressing them flat against the fabric of her jumper, and then she stepped in and he stopped thinking about where to look.
She barely came up to his chin. He hadn't noticed that before â or he had, distantly, the way you notice things you're trying not to notice. He could smell something that was probably just the soap Molly kept in the upstairs bathroom and was suddenly, absurdly aware of every place their hands were touching.
"You're not moving," she said.
"Right." He moved.
He was too careful about it, the way he mostly reserved for Quidditch. He kept waiting to step on her feet. She didn't seem to be waiting for anything. She just moved with him, unhurried, following the music without appearing to think about it, and after a while the carefulness went out of him somewhere and he just â swayed. Slowly. In the sitting room of the Burrow with the record crackling and someone across the room laughing at something Fred had said.
Her thumb moved, once, against the back of his hand. He didn't think she knew she'd done it.
He looked down at her. She was looking sideways, watching her brother, a small and private smile on her face that Harry understood he wasn't supposed to be seeing.
He looked away.
The music slowed further near the end of the record, the kind of slow that seemed accidental, like it was running out of something. Harry didn't try to match it. Ginny didn't either. They just kept the same unhurried pace they'd found, neither of them quite willing to change it.
***
When the record finished, they stepped apart.
No one said anything about it. Ron was still turned toward Hermione. Fred had grabbed George and they were doing something ridiculous near the fireplace that involved footwork Harry had never seen before.
Ginny went to get a glass of water from the kitchen.
Harry stayed by the window and looked out at the garden, where the gnomes were doing whatever gnomes did after dark, and thought about the weight of someone's hand in his, and the way a jumper felt under your palm when someone pressed your fingers flat and said like that, and the small involuntary sound the floorboards made when you stopped being careful and just moved.
He stood there for a long time and felt her touch on his body still lingering than it was supposed to.
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"If Harry had to choose the moment it all began, he would say it was that summer.
The summer he fell for Ginny Weasley.
For her oversized T-shirt and freckles. For swimming lessons in the lake and battles over an inflatable unicorn. For her comforting words when he needed them most and her painfully clever jokes when he didn't know he needed those too.
As they walked back towards the castle hand in hand, blushing and laughing at the wonderful strangeness of finally being together, Harry found himself hoping that this summer he could make her as happy as she had made him."
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When Harry looked at his beautiful girlfriend, he couldnât believe his luck.
Finally, after months of pining, he had gotten to kiss her. After they left the common room, they kissed some more, and then Harry asked her to go out with him.
As they walked through the grounds and around the lake that afternoon, talking and laughing and acting as naturally as if they had always been meant to be together, Harry wondered how he could have been so stupid not to notice Ginny earlier.
All this time, Harry had thought it started when he and Ron caught Ginny making out with Dean on that horrible winter evening. He thought the feeling had hit him like a Bludger â fast and unexpected.
But now, as he watched her in awe, still feeling her lips on his, he realized that falling for Ginny had been more like catching a Golden Snitch. He had worked hard and precisely to win, often frustrated and wanting to give up, but when he finally got her, it had been completely worth it.
Well, he was a very good Seeker.
He glanced at the sun reflecting on the lake and thought that it had all started much earlier.
The last summer they had spent together at the Burrow â the best time of Harryâs life. Well, not counting getting together with Ginny, of course.
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It all started with that Weird Sisters World Tour 1990 T-shirt she wore for most of the summer.
The first time she appeared in it at breakfast, Harry thought it looked very cute on her. He had quickly shaken himself out of it. Cute?
The T-shirt was so long that it covered Ginnyâs thighs, and Harry wondered for a moment whether she was wearing any shorts underneath.
Then an owl came swooping through the window and, thankfully, brought him back to his senses.
He really should have been ashamed for thinking something like that.
âHey, Pig. What have you got for me?â Ron asked through a mouthful of food. He reached for the parchment tied to Pigwidgeonâs leg, but Ginny was quicker. She got to the owl first.
âI think itâs for me, thank you very much.â
âAnd whoâs it from?â
âWait, let me see.â She unrolled the letter and pretended to study it for a moment. âIt says here that itâs from None of Your Business, Ron.â
She stuck her tongue out at him and left the kitchen, grabbing a piece of toast from the table. Harry and Hermione laughed while Ron looked annoyed.
âI bet itâs from Dean Thomas.â Ron stabbed at his fried egg.
âSo what if it is?â Hermione asked, sounding highly amused. âYou like Dean, and your sister is allowed to have a boyfriend, isnât she?â
Ron considered that for a moment.
âMaybe. But Iâll have a talk with him when we get back to school. What do you say, Harry?â
âAbout what?â
Harry was pulled from his imagination, in which Ginny was writing a reply to Dean, the parchment balanced on her freckled knee, her oversized T-shirt riding up just enough to reveal that she wasnât wearing any shorts underneath.
âAbout Dean dating Ginny?â
âAnd why would I have anything to say about that?â
In fact, from that moment, he had quite a lot to say about it.
Since that morning, his attention often wandered to Ginny.
Ginny wasnât very tall, but she had long legs. Whenever they played Quidditch in the orchard, Harry always caught glimpses of the freckled trail that began at her knees and disappeared beneath the hem of her beloved T-shirt whenever she mounted her broom. On particularly hot days, she wore summer dresses that revealed her freckled arms and slender neck. He found himself wondering whether she had freckles everywhere.
He knew by then that he was in trouble.
He also remembered, very vividly, the day they went swimming in the lake for the first time, only a few days after Harry arrived at the Burrow.
Mr Weasley had brought home a giant inflatable unicorn from work because he wanted to study it more closely.
It was enormous, with a golden horn, a rainbow-coloured mane, and two handles on its back. It looked completely ridiculous sitting in the middle of the Burrow's kitchen.
âAmazing,â Mr Weasley said, circling it with fascination. âItâs like those rubber ducks, but much bigger.â
The Weasley family gathered around the strange object.
âWeâve seen Muggle children playing with them at the lake loads of times, Dad,â Ginny explained patiently. âItâs a toy. You float on it.â
âBut why on earth is it shaped like a unicorn?â Mr Weasley asked. âI thought the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures was doing an excellent job of removing Muggle memories of magical beasts. I shall have to have a word with Bob.â
Harry wanted to laugh at the exchange, but Hermione, already giggling beside him, launched into an explanation of why inflatable toys existed in the first place.
By the end of the discussion, they had persuaded Mr Weasley to let them test the unicorn and report their findings.
Hermione assured everyone that floating on one was great fun.
An hour later, the four of them headed down to the lake.
Harry wasnât a great swimmer. He had simply never had the chance to learn properly. Heâd had a few swimming lessons at primary school, but that was about it. He didnât even own a pair of swimming trunks and had to borrow some from Ron.
He would never admit it, but he was excited to try the giant inflatable unicorn.
He knew Dudley had once had something similar. Years ago, when the Dursleys had gone on an all-inclusive holiday in Ibiza and left Harry behind with Mrs Figg, Dudley had proudly shown off photographs of himself lounging on a huge inflatable float in the hotel pool.
Harry remembered how jealous he had been back then.
The memory bothered him a little less now. For one thing, he was actually getting to ride a giant inflatable unicorn himself.
And for another, he liked to imagine that Dudleyâs had probably burst under his weight.
They reached the lake near the village and Harry saw that the beach on the other side was crowded, but the Weasleys must've had their special little spot because the small beach they settled on was completely empty.
It was hidden among the trees and they provided a pleasant shade. There was a beautiful floral scent everywhere, probably from the wildflowers growing nearby. The scent seemed to follow him everywhere lately.Â
Harry thought it was simply idyllic.
There was a little wooden jetty which, the Weasley siblings informed him, had been built by their father when Bill and Charlie were little. He had insisted on building it by hand, and it showed. Harry was sure there must've been some spells protecting it from collapsing. It was crooked and missing a few planks.
Hermione looked at it suspiciously when Ron and Ginny started talking about jumping off it into the water. Harry thought it sounded like great fun.
He had never thought about Ginny as a girl.
Not before he saw her in that stupid oversized T-shirt that now haunted his mind almost as often as Voldemort.
He knew she was a girl, obviously. And a very pretty one, too. But he had never really imagined her as a girl. With all the girly parts.
Now, as she stripped down to her swimming costume, he cursed his own mind.
Tankini, they called it.
He had heard Ginny and Hermione talking about it.
âI saw yours last year and I had to talk Mum into buying me one. It's so comfy, honestly. My old one-piece is already too small for me,â Ginny told Hermione on their way to the lake, and at first Harry had wondered what on earth they were talking about.
âI brought mine with me. Honestly, I don't feel that comfortable wearing a bikini, so it's perfect.â
Girls.
Apparently, a tankini was some wonderful invention.
It looked like she was wearing a cropped top and shorts, except it was a swimming costume. It wasn't skimpy at all, really, but that little gap between the hem of the top and her bottoms, the glimpse of pale skin and her belly button, gave Harry far too much to think about.
He looked at Hermione.
Honestly, Hermione could stand naked in front of him (what a horrible thought) and he wouldn't care less. If anything, he'd be disgusted. Not because she was ugly or... unattractive or whatever (Harry preferred not to think about it), but because she was his mate. His sister. Not by blood, but just as good.
But Ginny was like his sister too, right?
Then why did he have all these feelings about her?
Why did he find her so attractive?
He blamed it on being almost sixteen.
He might've been the Boy Who Lived and the Chosen One, but he was also a hormonal teenager.
He had to stop, though. Ginny had a boyfriend, who happened to be his roommate. She was his best mate's sister, and she had become one of Harry's best friends too. It was just inappropriate to think about her this way.
He had always seen her as his little sister. He'd never had one, but he imagined that's what it was like. She barely talked to him for years and usually hung around with Fred and George. He felt protective of her and liked her despite how shy she was and despite her obvious silly crush on him when she was younger.
They had really started talking during the summer at Grimmauld Place. Cleaning your outlawed godfather's house of cursed objects could be a surprisingly bonding experience.
Then they fought the Umbridge regime together. She was one of the best students in the DA, and then there was The Department of Mysteries and... everything that came with it.
He liked this new version of Ginny.
He liked having her around and spending time with her.
She had a great sense of humour and was very smart. Smart-mouthed, too.
He also liked how much she improved his mood. Every time she appeared, she seemed to bring a new kind of fresh air into the room.
He had noticed how comfortable Hermione felt around her as well.
He liked this new version of Hermione, too.
She seemed more relaxed and actually let herself have some fun. For the first time ever, Harry had caught her reading a romance novel instead of a school book. She laughed and joked with them in a way she never used to, and Harry thought they made a great team, the four of them. Ginny was a great balance for their trio.
âThe last one in the water is a Flobberworm!â Ginny shouted and sprinted towards the jetty.
Harry laughed and followed her. Ron went after him, but Hermione seemed reluctant to even step onto the rickety structure.
The three of them jumped into the water, sending great splashes everywhere.
âCome on, Hermione!â Ron called, surfacing and pushing his wet hair out of his eyes. âYou're already a Flobberworm. What could be worse?â
âI don't know. Getting a splinter?â
âHermione, don't be a spoilsport!â
âCome in from the shore, then.â
Hermione looked at the water and then at their blanket.
âI think I'll stay here and read. Have fun!â
âHermione!â Ginny climbed back onto the jetty and grabbed Hermione's hand before she could retreat.
âHelp me here!â she called.
Ron and Harry immediately climbed out after her.
âHermione, we're going to have to throw you in. You do realise that, right?â Ginny said.
âDon't you dare!â
âGrab her legs, Ron,â Ginny ordered.
Ron obediently reached for Hermione's ankles while Ginny grabbed one arm. Harry, laughing, caught the other.
They lifted her so she was dangling helplessly between them.
Hermione was screaming and laughing at the same time.
âStop!â
âAre you going to get in by yourself?â Ginny asked.
âNo!â
âAlright then. On three. One... two...â
âAlright! I'll go in!â
âToo late now. Three!â
They swung her once and tossed her into the lake with an enormous splash.
The three of them doubled over laughing.
Hermione resurfaced a moment later and shot them a murderous look.
âYou are all absolutely horrible.â
âYou look much happier now,â Ron observed and Hermione splashed him in the face.
Ginny jumped back into the water and Harry followed her, while Ron was still sputtering.
For a while they swam around, splashed each other, teased Hermione whenever she threatened to leave, and took turns jumping off the jetty.
âWhat about our unicorn?â Ron asked eventually.
The giant inflatable unicorn was floating peacefully a little way from the shore.
Immediately all four of them turned to look at it.
Then they looked at each other and the race began.
Harry reached the unicorn first. âMine!â he shouted, throwing himself across its back.
âGet off!â Ron yelled.
âNever!â
Ginny grabbed one side while Ron grabbed the other. The unicorn rocked violently.
âHarry, this is supposed to be a scientific test!â Ginny called.
âI'm testing it!â
âYou donât count. Me and Ron should test it.â
âIâm a wizard too and it looks very tested to me, already!â Harry wrapped both arms around the unicorn's neck. Ginny and Ron tried pushing him.
For one glorious moment Harry was victorious, but then Hermione joined the battle.
âTraitor!â Harry cried as she grabbed his leg.
Together the three of them managed to tip the unicorn sideways. Harry let out a very undignified yelp before disappearing beneath the water.
When he surfaced, sputtering, all three were laughing at him.
âCheaters.â
âYou had it coming,â Ginny informed him.
The unicorn drifted away again. This time Ron reached it first.
âHa!â
âMove over,â Hermione said.
âThere's no room. Hermione you had plenty of chances to float on those flatables. Give the poor wizarding children a chance.â
Hermione snorted and climbed on anyway. The unicorn dipped alarmingly under their combined weight.
Harry and Ginny exchanged identical looks.
Ron had gone bright red when Hermione joined him.
They were squeezed together on the unicorn's back, shoulders pressed together as they desperately tried to keep their balance.
âComfortable?â Ginny called sweetly.
âShut up,â said Ron.
Hermione laughed. The unicorn immediately rolled over and both of them landed in the lake.
Harry and Ginny burst out laughing and rushed towards the inflatable together. They threw themselves onto it while Ron and Hermione were still trying to get the water out of their ears.
âGet off, Harry.â Ginny yelled at him.
âYou get off.â
âI've never been on one!â
âNeither have I!â
âHow about we take turns?â Hermione suggested.
Harry, Ron and Ginny exchanged mischievous looks.
âNo!â
And the battle began again. Somehow Ron and Hermione ended up on the same side while Harry and Ginny defended the unicorn. It didn't help. Within minutes, Ron and Hermione had won.
Once again they squeezed themselves onto the inflatable while Harry and Ginny surrendered.
For now.
They swam a little further away while Ron and Hermione seemed perfectly content on their floating throne, laughing about something Harry couldn't hear.
âYou're absolutely rubbish at swimming, Harry,â Ginny informed him.
âDo I have to remind you that I literally saved your brother from the bottom of a lake once?â
âThe merpeople wouldn't have wanted to keep him for long anyway,â Ginny said. âI'm sure he'd have found a way to annoy them even while unconscious.â
Harry laughed and immediately swallowed a mouthful of water.
Ginny laughed at him. âSee? My point exactly.âÂ
She splashed him and he splashed her back.
Soon they were splashing each other and racing towards the wooden jettyâs pillar. Ginny reached it first by several metres.
âWhat you're doing isn't swimming,â she informed him. âIt's floating and trying not to drown.â
âYeah? And how did you get so good at swimming, Miss Perfect?â
âGrowing up in the countryside helped.â
âWell, growing up in a cupboard under the stairs certainly didn't help me.â
The words escaped before Harry could stop them and Ginny stared at him for a moment. He thought he saw a dismay in her eyes. For a second he thought he had made things awkward, but then she rolled her eyes.
âOh no, Potter. You're not using pity to get out of this.â
Harry grinned.
âRight. Lesson one.â
Before he could ask what lesson one was, Ginny swam behind him.
âFloat.â
âI am floating.â
âBarely.â
Harry opened his mouth to argue, but Ginny shoved a hand between his shoulder blades and pushed him flat onto the water.
âHey!â
âRelax.â
âI'm relaxed.â
Harry stopped moving and immediately drifted more easily.
âSee?â Ginny said.
For the next several minutes she showed him how to move his arms and legs properly.
âNo, not like that.â
âI'm doing exactly what you said.â
âAlright. Watch.â
Ginny demonstrated a few strokes before swimming back towards him.
âNow you try.â
Harry copied the movement. To his surprise, it actually worked.
It turned out he really couldn't swim.
âThere you go,â Ginny said.
âI'm brilliant. Look, I'm swimming!â
She moved closer and adjusted the position of his arm.
âCongratulations. Now remember your elbows.â
They were treading water only a few inches apart and paused for a moment to catch their breath. Ginny could barely touch the bottom there, so she rested her hands on Harry's shoulders to steady herself.
They were very close now. Harry found the droplets clinging to her eyelashes strangely fascinating.
He was fairly certain Ginny noticed him noticing. Something strange seemed to settle between them.Â
Ginny cleared her throat and quickly removed her hands from his shoulders.
âYour elbow,â she said. âWrong position.â
Harry immediately attempted another stroke and nearly dunked himself underwater.
Ginny burst out laughing and the strange moment vanished at once.
Harry found himself thinking about it often in the months to come.
Later, he and Ginny sat on the jetty with their feet dangling above the water, eating the sandwiches Mrs Weasley had packed for them.
The giant unicorn floated nearby and Ron and Hermione were still sprawled across it, apparently deep in conversation.
âLook at those idiots in love,â Ginny said, nodding towards them.
âWhat?â
âDo you think they know they're in love with each other?â
âWHAT?â
âHarry, I know your eyesight isn't the best, but you can't possibly be that blind.â
Harry looked back at Ron and Hermione. âDo you really think they're in love?â
He had always assumed that, eventually, his two best friends would end up together. Somehow that had always seemed inevitable.
But being in love? That was a line Harry preferred not to think about crossing.
Still, now that Ginny had pointed it out, he couldn't stop noticing things.
Harry had caught them flirting a few times that summer, though it had always been subtle enough to pass as their usual bickering.
âYes,â Ginny said confidently. âThey definitely are.â
Harry looked at them again. Ron had just said something that made Hermione laugh so hard she nearly slid off the unicorn.
Maybe Ginny had a point.
That day by the lake became something of a turning point for Harry.
Not only did it give him a new perspective on Ron and Hermione's relationship, but it seemed to settle something between him and Ginny, too.
They spent most of that summer competing against each other and laughing about it.
They fooled around, played stupid games, flew together in the orchard and ate impossible amounts of Mrs Weasley's homemade ice cream.
They did chores together, swam together and spent entire afternoons doing absolutely nothing important.
Harry felt happier than he had in a very long time. Everything felt so wonderfully ordinary. He was simply spending time with the people he loved most.
Sometimes he thought he was too happy. There wasn't a single day when he didn't think about Sirius. And sometimes, when he caught himself laughing, Harry felt guilty.
Because Sirius would never laugh again.
There was one day when that thought hit Harry particularly hard.
They had just finished another game of Quidditch, and for the first time all summer Harry realised he hadn't thought about Sirius for hours.
And somehow that felt even worse than thinking about him.
How could he forget?
He was sitting alone in the orchard, absent-mindedly pulling blades of grass from the ground and worrying.
All the summer bliss vanished in an instant.
"Harry! There you are. We've been looking for you. Dinner's ready."
It was Ginny. She must have been running through the orchard looking for him because she was slightly out of breath.
"Oh. I'm not hungry."
"Are you sure? Mum made your favourite."
"I'm sure." Perhaps his tone was harsher than he intended because Ginny looked surprised.
"Are you okay, Harry?"
"Perfect."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No."
She considered him for a moment. "Okay. I'll save you some scraps before Ron eats everything."
Harry was glad she didn't push. He thought they had developed a sort of understanding over the summer.
When she turned to leave, he suddenly realised he didn't actually want her to go.
"Ginny, wait."
She stopped and turned around. Harry patted the grass beside him and Ginny sat down without a word.
"I miss him too, Harry." She said quietly, after a moment of silence.
Harry stared at her. How did she know?
"It's about Sirius, isn't it?" she asked.
"Yeah." He swallowed. "How did you know?"
"I just did."Ginny shrugged. "He was a great bloke, Sirius. We became pretty good friends at Grimmauld Place."
"Really?" Harry asked. "I didn't know that. I knew he liked you, of course."
"Yeah. We got quite close." Ginny pulled another blade of grass from the ground. "You know, we were both a bit unwanted there. I was the youngest and he was..." She smiled sadly. "Well, useless, as he always called himself."
Harry laughed, humorlessly.
"But he wasn't useless," Ginny continued. "He helped me a lot. And I'd like to think I helped him too. We weren't quite as lonely when we were together."
Harry felt a pang of guilt. How had he never known any of this?
"He let me try Firewhisky once," Ginny added with a laugh "Lupin was horrified."
That made Harry laugh a little.
"Then Tonks joined us and thought it was hilarious. Lupin kept adding water to my drink, so I didn't actually get drunk." She smiled at the memory. "It was a good night though. I felt like I belonged."
"That sounds exactly like Sirius."
They sat in comfortable silence. Ginny was playing with the blades of grass that she pulled out, clearly lost in her thoughts.
Finally Harry spoke.
"Sometimes I think I'm too happy."
"What do you mean?"Ginny looked at him.
"I'm having a great time here. And I miss him, every day. But I'm still having fun. Sometimes I forget for a few hours and then I feel guilty because I shouldn't be happy."
"Harry, you've done enough grieving for several lifetimes. Bsides, Sirius would've loved seeing you like this."
"I know."Harry looked away. "But it's my fault he died."
"What I'm about to say might sound harsh." Ginny spoke with a gentle voice and Harry waited.
"I think Sirius knew exactly what he was doing. He chose to go after you. He chose to fight. He knew the risks."
Harry felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes.
"I don't think he regretted it for a second."
Ginny looked down at her hands.
"He died protecting someone he loved."
Harry blinked rapidly and Ginny pretended not to notice. He was glad.
"It wasn't fair," she said. "It was horrible. But I don't think he'd want you sitting here punishing yourself forever."
What she said was unexpectedly sobering. Because she was right. If Sirius had been given a choice, he would have gone exactly that way.
Fighting.
It hurt to admit it, but she was right.
"Sirius would be glad you're happy," Ginny said quietly. "I think that's all he ever wanted for you."
"He'd have had a blast with us this summer, wouldn't he?"Harry laughed weakly.
The image immediately appeared in his mind.
Sirius racing them on brooms, cheating shamelessly at every game, knocking them off the inflatable unicorn.
Sirius laughing.
"Yeah," Ginny said, smiling. "He would've. So let's make this summer worth it. For him." Ginny nudged his shoulder.
Harry looked at her and a smile finally appeared on his face.
He stood and held out a hand. "Let's go eat dinner then."
"Good idea. Ron really might eat all of it."Ginny took it and let him pull her to her feet.
Together they started walking back towards the Burrow.
Harry glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. Ginny had really become his greatest source of comfort.
Ron and Hermione were there for him too, of course. They always were and Harry knew they always will, but with Ginny everything felt different.
And once again, Harry found himself cursing Dean Thomas.
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So, yes. If Harry had to choose the moment it all began, he would say it was that summer.
The summer he fell for Ginny Weasley.
For her oversized T-shirt and freckles. For swimming lessons in the lake and battles over an inflatable unicorn. For her comforting words when he needed them most and her painfully clever jokes when he didn't know he needed those too.
As they walked back towards the castle hand in hand, blushing and laughing at the wonderful strangeness of finally being together, Harry found himself hoping that this summer he could make her as happy as she had made him.
I love the idea of Harry talking in his sleep but only speaking parseltongue like no wonder Ron never found out that Harry was dreaming about Ginny Weasley in HBP he was just hissing away his fantasies
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James Sirius has the best day ever with the best parents ever.
OR Harry's deserved zoo trip through his son's eyes.
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James was so very excited when Mummy woke him up for breakfast and he saw Daddy sitting in his usual spot at the kitchen table. That meant that Dad had a day off and when Dad had a day off they were always doing cool things together.
When he sat down to his pancakes Daddy, bouncing his sister on one knee, ruffled Jamesâs hair and announced that he took the whole week off work. That meant that they would have all week of cool stuff together.
âSo what are we doing today gang?â Mummy asked from behind her coffee cup.Â
âZoo! Mummy, you promised a zoo!â His brother yelled, splattering his food all over himself.Â
Sometimes Al had good ideas. Only sometimes, though.
Daddy looked at Mummy like he was asking her and she shrugged and said âI said weâll go one day, yes.â
Daddy made his thinking face, the one where he looked like he was trying really hard to remember something.
âAlright,â he finally said. âEat up and get ready. Weâre going to the zoo.â
Mummy smiled and Al immediately started running around the kitchen shouting, âZoo, zoo, zoo!â
James, of course, joined him. He always wanted to see a Tiger.
After breakfast he dressed himself in his best shorts and T-shirt with a moving picture of a Tiger on it that uncle Geroge gave him and was disappointed when Mum changed him into some boring Muggle one, but he was going to the zoo so he didnât care much.
Mummy wore a summer dress and James thought she looked real pretty. Daddy obviously thought so too because he kissed her (bleh) and said he loved when she wore that dress.Â
âGin, itâs four hours to London from here, by car!â
âWe have plenty of time!â
âCome on, Iâm not gonna stand in traffic in that weather and you know thereâs gonna be traffic.â
âI donât wanna fly with Lily in the car.â
âBut itâs safe!â
âTalking from experience huh?â
Dad suddenly found the steering wheel very interesting.
âThat way, weâll be there in two hours.â
When they all got into the car Mummy and Daddy argued about the fastest way to get to London. Only they werenât really arguing, because they never shouted. They just talked louder and faster and over each other. And then afterwards they always laughed. James always found it really interesting, because when he argued with Al or Rosie for example, they always shouted their lungs out and some adults always had to calm them down.Â
âOh, alright, but if someone sees usâŚâ Mum finally gave in.
James was instantly delighted because he loved flying. In the car, on his broom, with Mum on her broom, with Hagrid on his motorcycle â flying was brilliant.
âWe can always preparate,â James said matter-of-factly, like he had just solved a very obvious problem his parents somehow hadnât thought of.
Dad snorted. âWe will certainly not be Apparating, James,â he said firmly. Then he grinned and added, âAnd besides, your dad made absolutely sure the invisibility switch works perfectly.â
Mum sighed. âOkay, okay! letâs go, then! Kids, you have your seatbelts?â
James checked if his younger siblings, especially his little sister, had her seatbelt on and nodded. He felt responsible. He was older, after all.
Granddad had enchanted the car so that if someone pressed the funny little button it turned invisible. Granddad was definitely the coolest granddad ever.Â
When they took off, James pressed his face against the window immediately. Houses and roads got smaller and smaller underneath them as they flew higher and higher. Everything looked like toys. Clouds drifted past and Al kept making loud whooshing noises while Lily giggled, which made Mum and Dad laugh too.
James thought they got to London much too quickly because flying was great and he liked watching the world from above.
But the moment they walked through the zoo gates, he wondered why they hadnât come sooner.
Everything smelled funny and exciting at the same time. There were children everywhere and strange noises coming from every direction. James nearly exploded with excitement.
They hurried from one enclosure to another because Al wanted to see monkeys, and then penguins, and then elephants, and then something else five seconds later. He didnât complain, because he wanted to see everything too.
After a while James noticed that Mum and Dad had fallen behind as he and Al were running around. He turned around and saw them walking together, holding hands. They were glancing their way all the time (though James thought he didnât need any supervision anymore, being seven), but obviously busy with each other.
Adults were weird. Why were they holding hands if they were grown ups? They surely wouldnât get lost.
They were smiling at each other about something and laughing. Mummy kept leaning into Daddy when she laughed and Daddy looked at her like sheâd just said the funniest thing in the world. Thatâs true, Mummy was a funny person and liked joking, but she wasnât that funny.
He also noticed, just now, that Daddy had Lily sitting on his shoulders.
Lily was holding onto his messy hair and squealing every time he bounced her a little and James suddenly decided that his feet hurt and he wanted to be carried too.
âSorry, mate,â Dad said when James asked, âbut I think youâre a bit too big for that now.âÂ
That wasnât fair. Daddy still carried Al sometimes. And sure, James was seven and big and practically an adult, but he wasnât that big.
âI want my bicycle then. Mummy, can you summon my bicycle from home?â
âI donât think so, sweetheart.â
James frowned. His feet really did hurt now.
And if he had his bicycle heâd be faster too. He could show off to Al that he could finally ride on two wheels properly. Uncle Dudley had given him the bike for his birthday. Daddy didnât like Uncle Dudley very much for some reason, but Uncle Dudley always bought him and Al and Lily brilliant presents, so James didnât really understand what all the complaining was about.
âCan you summon my broom then? I like flying better anyway, and my feet really hurt.â
âJames!â Mum scolded immediately because a lady standing near the Terrarium queue looked over at them.
Then Mum smiled brightly at the woman. âHonestly, you and your imagination,â she said, shaking her head.
The lady laughed and Mum and Dad both gave him that look.
Then Daddy snorted, laughed anyway, and ruffled Jamesâs hair. Daddy really liked ruffling his hair.
âLook, look! A snake! Letâs go see the snake!â Al grabbed James by the hand and pulled him toward an enclosure with a huge snake inside.
âBoys! Look, a crocodile!â Mummy called after them. âCome on, letâs go see the crocodiles!â
âMummy,â James said, scandalised, âthereâs a giant snake and you want to look at some lizard?â
âWellââ
James saw Mum and Dad exchange a look and roll their eyes, but they followed him and Al anyway.
The snake was the biggest snake James had ever seen. Not that heâd seen many snakes before.
He pressed himself closer to the glass.
âWhat does it say, Dad? Boa... what?â
âConstrictor.â
âCool!â
James thought it looked brilliant. Mummy and Daddy, however, didnât seem nearly as impressed. Mum actually looked like she was standing a bit farther away than usual and Dad looked slightly disgusted.
Then Dad suddenly tilted his head. âDid you hear that, Gin?â
Mum frowned. âHear what?â
Dad looked around thoughtfully.
âI couldâve sworn I heard someone say they wanted to visit family in Burma.â
âWhat?â
âIâm serious. I definitely heardââ
Mum stared at him and then she groaned.
âOhâ Harry!â
She nudged him with her elbow and shook her head.
âThat is not funny!â But Mummy laughed anyway.
James had absolutely no idea what was funny about it. His parents had loads of weird inside jokes though, so he decided not to think about it too much.
After they left Terrarium Jamesâs feet actually did hurt. Not because he had made it up earlier, but this time they really hurt.
They had seen monkeys and giant snake and flamingos and tigers and elephants and seals and lots of other things. Too many brilliant things.
Even Al had finally stopped running around. Which was how James knew everybody was tired.
âRight,â Dad announced at last, stretching his arms. âIce cream and then home?â
âYES!â James and Al shouted immediately.
Even Lily yelled ice cweam!
They sat down near a little stand with benches while Dad went to buy the ice cream.
James leaned against Mum and looked around happily. The sun was lower now and everything looked golden. Mum looked tired too, but in a happy way. Dad came back balancing an impossible number of cones.
âHow are you carrying all those?â Mum asked suspiciously.
âYou know that Iâm exceptionally talented,â Dad said immediately.
Mum narrowed her eyes. âHarry.â
âWhat?â
âHarry.â
Dad grinned. James noticed Dad quickly slipping his wand back into his pocket. Adults cheated all the time.
James got chocolate and vanilla because choosing only one flavour was stupid. Al somehow managed to get more ice cream on his face than in his mouth and Lily kept trying to steal bites from everyone. Dad ended up giving her most of his anyway.
On the way back to the car park, James walked between Mum and Dad while Al dragged his feet and complained that he was too tired to walk another step.
Soon everyone was buckled into the car and Dad pressed the little button. James still thought that was the coolest thing ever.
The car gave a little bump and suddenly they were in the air again.
Everything underneath them was orange and gold and tiny lights were beginning to appear below. James rested his cheek against the window and thought that he couldnât wait to tell Teddy that he had seen the biggest snake ever. Probably the biggest snake in the world.
Dad and Mum were talking quietly in the front for a while, but then Dad turned on the radio and suddenly they both started singing along loudly.
James thought his parents were absolutely terrible singers. But he didnât say anything because they looked like they were having so much fun.
James didnât know how Al and Lily had managed to fall asleep with Mum and Dad singing so loudly. James wasnât sleepy at all.
Not even a little. Well⌠Maybe he could pretend to be asleep later. Then Dad would have to carry him from the car into the house. That sounded like a brilliant plan.
So James closed his eyes. Just to practise pretending.
Dad and Mum were still talking and laughing between songs and James listened.
Then he heard:
âI love you.â
âLove you too.â
That was the last thing James heard before he couldnât fight his heavy eyelids anymore.
The week had only just started. He couldnât wait to see what Mum and Dad came up with tomorrow.
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âI finally know what I want for my birthday!â Lily burst into the kitchen, pajamas on, hair messy from sleep.
âGood morning,â Ginny said, yawning, holding a cup of coffee and a Daily Prophet in her hand. âWhat is it, Lils?â
âA Hippogriff.â Lily said matter-of-factly, grabbing a piece of toast and sitting across from her mother.
Ginny looked at her, amused.
âA what?â
âA Hippogriff, Mum!â Lily said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world to want a Hippogriff for a birthday.
âLast year you wanted a Lunaballa, sweetie.â
âI still want a Lunaballa. Theyâre so cute, but I thought it over and Hippogriffs are much more useful. For example, I wouldnât have to fly on a broom anymoreâI could fly on my Hippogriff, and it would be so much cooler! Can you imagine Hugoâs face when we play Quidditch in the orchard and I play on a Hippogriff? Sick!â
âYeah, sick. Honey, you donât play Quidditch on Hippogriffs, and I think keeping a broom is much easier than keeping a HippogriffâŚâ
âBut muuuuum!â
âWhat is it? Whatâs this racket?â Harry entered the kitchen, yawning and rubbing his sleepy eyes. He messed up Lily's hair and kissed Ginnyâs cheek in greeting.
âYour daughter wants a Hippogriff for her birthday,â Ginny said as if it were a very common conversation.
âOh yeah?â Harry poured himself some coffee. âSo a cat, two owls, a toad, and a couple of Pygmy Puffs arenât enough for our household? We should add your brothers to the count too.â
Lily laughed and shook her head.
âDaaaaad. Please, can I have a Hippogriff? Please, please, pleaaaase?â She made puppy eyes, an expression that always softened her father.
âI donât think so, sweetie. Where would we keep it?â Harry said, buttering his toast, trying not to think about his daughterâs disappointment.
âWe have a garden!â
âIâm sure our Muggle neighbours would love it,â Ginny said, shaking her head with an amused smile.
âWell, what about The Burrow? Iâm sure Granny and Grandpa wouldnât mind.â
âLilyâŚâ
âBut Hagrid says Iâm the best in my year at Care of Magical Creatures. He does! Ask him. And you know how much I love taking care of pets. Owning a Hippogriff would improve my studies. And Auntie Luna and Uncle Rolf would help me andâŚâ Lily fired off her arguments without taking a pause.
âLils, please. Hippogriffs arenât house pets! Who would take care of it when youâre at school? Me and your dad havenât got much time for the constant care of beasts. The zoo that we already have in this house is really enough.â
âBut Mum, you love Hippogriffs. Dad, you tooâŚâ
Harry and Ginny looked at each other, trying very hard not to laugh.
âHoney, these creatures can act really vicious. Theyâre sweet and amazing, but also a little dangerous.â
âNo! I know a few of them. Like Buckbeak. Hagrid lets me spend time with him whenever we visit his hut. Heâs really gentle and likes people.â
âBuckbeak is very old and is a different case,â Harry said, the corners of his mouth twitching at the thought of his old Hippogriff friend.
âBuckbeak? The Hippogriff that you told us lived on Grimmauld Place?â Albus entered the kitchen, instantly drawn into the conversation. He loved magical creatures almost as much as his sisterâbut not quite, since Lily was actually obsessed.
Harry and Ginny exchanged mortified looks.
âAlâŚâ Ginny hissed.
âWhat do you mean Buckbeak lived on Grimmauld Place?â
âYeah, Dad said he lived in this old bedroom at the top ofââ
âAl!â
âWhat?â Al asked, confused. He thought everybody knew the story of Buckbeak, the outlaw Hippogriff.
âA HIPPOGRIFF LIVED AT GRIMMAULD PLACE, IN A BEDROOM? AND YOU WONâT LET ME KEEP A HIPPOGRIFF IN A GARDEN?!â
âLils, come onâŚâ
âNobody understands me!â Lily stormed out of the kitchen, almost knocking over James, who was just about to come in.
âWhat was that about?â Al asked, shocked. James didnât even seem surprised by his sisterâs behaviour. He just said, âMorning,â and proceeded to butter some toast.
âWe didnât tell her the story about Buckbeak exactly because we knew sheâd start thinking about having one of her own,â Harry said, burying his head in his hands, mentally preparing for his daughterâs moodiness.
âOh, weâre so cooked,â Ginny said, patting his arm.
ââ ââ ââ â ââ
That day the Potter family discussed very lively what to get Lily for her 14th birthday. Al suggested another cat.
âWell, itâs not a Hippogriff, is it?â
James suggested sending her on a long trip abroad for the whole summer (just so he wouldnât have to listen to her constantly talking for once in his life).
âWhat about the Delacours in Paris? They really like her, Iâm sure theyâd take her in! And itâs Paris. Sheâd love it.â
Ginny had no idea, and Harry had even less.
What do you get a child who already has everything?
Lily Luna was, in fact, the perfect future Magizoologist. She had loved magical creatures and thrived around them since she was little, and he and Ginny were very proud of her.
Even though she had a fierce and impetuous character, she was also very gentle and warm.
Harry thought that she would be great at taking care of her own pet Hippogriff, just like she did with all the pets they already owned, but he couldnât really allow it in his house.
There was another thing â Harry couldnât resist his daughter.
He was like that with all of his kids, but the boys were different, and Lily⌠was Lily. His little Lily.
When he saw her for the first time â a tiny bundle with red fuzz on her head and her motherâs big brown eyes â he knew in that moment he would do anything for her.
So was getting her a Hippogriff really such a bad idea?
The longer he thought about it, the more convinced he became.
âGin, I was thinking about that Hippogriff business,â he told his wife when they were already in bed.
âMhm?â Ginny was almost asleep.
âLetâs do it.â
âExcuse me?â She immediately opened her eyes and sat up, staring at her husband.
âLetâs get a Hippogriff.â Under Ginnyâs gaze, Harry wasnât so sure anymore, but he continued anyway.
âHarry, I know youâd do anything for her, but she canât have everything she wants.â
âWhy?â
âBecause weâre doing a really hard job making sure our kids arenât spoiled. And she literally wants a magical beast. Harry, no.â
âOkay, youâre right.â He nodded in understanding.
âSilly.â Ginny laughed and kissed him goodnight.
He lay wide awake for a long time.
Until he met the Weasleys, he had never received a present for any occasion, so spoiling his kids seemed really fun.
All his childhood he had been love-starved, malnourished, and abused by his own closest family. When he found out he was going to be a father for the first time, he was scared â scared that he would somehow, accidentally turn into the Dursleys, even though he never had it in him and couldnât even imagine treating his own children the way he had been treated.
So when he became a father, he promised himself he would do the best he could.
He was going to get Lily that Hippogriff.
ââ ââ ââ â ââ
âOkay, eat your breakfasts and get ready.â Harry was sitting in a birthday hat. A mountain of pancakes topped with number 14 candles stood in the middle of the table, and everyone was very cheerful â especially Lily, since it was her birthday.
âBut weâre going to the Burrow in the afternoon. Uncle Ron said the birthday barbecue will be at five.â Lily was looking at the new bracelet she had received from her brothers.
âWeâre not going to the Burrow now. Itâs a surprise.â Harry poured everyone coffee and tea and encouraged them to eat.
Ginny looked at him, subtly asking what was on his mind. Over the years they had mastered the art of communicating with a single glance.
âItâs a surprise.â
Lily gasped and immediately started devouring her breakfast.
After the meal, Harry led them to the Portkey â an old oil canister he had fixed for their trip.
They landed on a huge meadow.
âOkay, Lily, close your eyes and take my arm.â
Lily giggled and did as she was told. She could hardly stand still from excitement.
Ginny was still wondering what was going on, but she was excited too.
Soon they reached an enclosure full of many colourful, winged beasts.
Hippogriffs.
Ginny and the boys stood quietly, amused, but didnât say anything so they wouldnât spoil Lilyâs surprise.
âYou can open your eyes now.â
Lily opened her eyes and squealed, looking excitedly at her parents.
âYou can choose your own Hippogriff. Happy birthday, Lils.â Harry grinned as Lily stared at him, her mouth wide open.
âFor real?â
âFor real.â
Lily squealed again but quickly regained her composure when she remembered not to scare the beasts.
She opened the gate and carefully stepped inside.
She bowed low to every Hippogriff in the pen, and every one of them seemed very calm in her presence. The Potters stayed back â they didnât want to overwhelm the animals.
âDad! Wow! Cool,â Al said, grinning, and James gave him an approving high five.
Harry was almost afraid to look at Ginny, but when he did she was smiling.
âI knew youâd do something like that. Letâs just hope she doesnât start asking for Blast-Ended Skrewts next year.â Ginny grabbed his arm, and they stood together, waiting for Lily to choose her pet.
ââ ââ ââ â ââ
âEverything is settled with the owner. Of course heâll have to stay here, but you can visit him anytime. And theyâll take good care of him here,â Harry said, petting the feathery back of the snowy white Hippogriff Lily had chosen.
He was a very good-natured creature, which Lily had christened Angel. He seemed to like the whole family, but he was completely taken with Lily, who was feeding him at that moment.
âCan I fly on him?â Lily asked, not taking her eyes off her birthday gift.
âEr⌠sure.â
Ginny sent Harry a look.
âWhen youâve practised, of course,â he added quickly.
âThanks, Dad. Youâre the best.â Lily threw her arms around her fatherâs neck and kissed his cheek.
Harryâs heart swelled, and he felt incredibly happy.
His eyes met Ginnyâs and, once again, they communicated without words.
"He got rid of Voldemort when he was just one year old. He surely could ask a girl he fancied on a dateâŚ"
Harry finally gets the perfect chance to ask Ginny out (and it goes badly)
you can read it on ao3!!!
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The past few days filled Harry with a lot of hope. He rarely had moments like this, for he had been stressing literally all his life and had a strong tendency to obsess over things, like Draco Malfoy scheming something. He didnât know what exactly, but he knew.
The fact that he had managed to get Slughornâs memory was great, but what was even better was the news that Ginny had broken up with Dean. It helped him forget, at least a little, about his more unusual preoccupations. He much preferred obsessing over Ginny than over Draco, obviously.
He had been obsessing over her for six months now, but hey, whoâs counting? And now he finally had a chance. He promised himself he was going to ask her out soon. Of course, a war raged in his mind: Ron or Ginny? Ginny or Ron? And what about Dean, who was his roommate? Wouldnât it be awkward?
These were the thoughts that haunted him during the day. But at night, when he lay in his four-poster bed, his mind drifted to Ginny: her contagious laughter, the way her nose crinkled, her fragrant hair, her hands grabbing his arm as she laughed at his jokes, her T-shirt clinging to her still damp skin after a shower, her long freckled legs mounting a broom, the way her perfectly shaped, curved body moved as she stretched before practiceâŚ
Letâs just say Harry thought he might go crazy if he had to go any longer without tasting her full, pink lips.
So when the opportunity arose after a particularly good practice, after Ron, driven by his breakup with Lav-Lav, left immediately to join Hermione, who had been watching their game, Harry decided to take his chance.
He took a quick shower and went to the captainâs office to check something, but really he just stood by the window, waiting to see Ginny heading back toward the castle.
He heard her laughter in the distance, which meant she had already left the changing rooms. A moment later, he caught a glimpse of her bright hair. She was walking with Demelza and Katie. Harry hoped theyâd be easier to get rid of than Ron.
He stepped out of the office and pretended to tie his shoelaces until Ginny and the girls drew level with him.
Itâs now or never.
âGinny!â he called, a little too loudly. All three girls stopped.
âOh, I thought you left with Ron and Hermione,â she said, smiling at him. Polite. Too polite. Harry felt a flicker of panic. It was dangerously close to turning into small talk, and he couldnât let that happen.
âI actually wanted to, er, talk to you about something. Alone.â He summoned all the confidence he had buried somewhere deep inside, though it came out a bit too much like Iâm your Quidditch captain and this is important.
Ginnyâs eyes widened slightly. He had never, ever told her off before, and for a horrible second he thought it mightâve sounded like that.
âSee you at dinner, then,â Demelza said quickly, grabbing Katie by the arm. Harry couldâve sworn he saw her wink at Ginny, who blushed faintly.
âShould I be scared?â Ginny asked once they were alone.
âWhat? Er, why?â
âWas I awful today?â
âWhat? No! No, no, no! You were brilliant! I mean, you played brilliantly, as usual.â He could feel himself blushing now, every bit of confidence draining away.
âSooo⌠what is it?â she asked, and they started walking slowly toward the castle.
Harry briefly considered offering to carry her broom, but thought better of it. Ginny would probably hex him.
âI wanted to ask youâŚâ he began, swallowing hard, but the rest of the sentence vanished completely as she looked at him with those wide, expectant brown eyes.
ââŚif practice doesnât clash with your, uh, revising. Youâve got O.W.L.s coming up.â
âOh! No, itâs fine, really.â She looked at him with her brow furrowed in amusement.
He felt like an absolute idiot.
âGood. I wouldnât want you to neglect your studies.â
Ginny snorted with laughter.
âI think youâve officially lost it, Harry. You spend too much time with my brother and Hermione.â
He ruffled his hair nervously and let out a weak laugh at his own stupidity. Brilliant. Just brilliant.
âAnyway,â she went on, swinging her broom idly, âIâm not the only one with exams. Why donât you ask Demelza too?â Her tone was suspiciously playful now, like she found the whole situation highly entertaining.
âDonât tell anyone,â he said, lowering his voice conspiratorially, âbut youâre kind of a V.I.P.â
âOh yeah? And whyâs that?â She stopped walking and leaned on her broom, smirking at him.
And there it was, the teasing that always crept into their conversations. If he had any sense, heâd play along properly.
Instead, he was himself.
âBecause youâre my mate.â
Too late. The words were already out.
What the hell was that?
Ginny burst out laughing. âThanks! Itâs an honour, really.â
âI meant youâre my best friendâs sister, I mean youâre my friend too, of course, actually youâre like a sister to meââ
How did he go from wanting to ask her out to calling her his sister?
âI mean, yeah, that makes sense.â Ginny nodded slowly, as if seriously considering it. âThanks, bro. You donât have to worry about me, though.â She laughed, bumped her shoulder into his, and then started up toward the castle.
Ugh.
Harry facepalmed and hurried after her. Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Now heâd have to wait for another perfect moment. At this rate, he might actually need Felix Felicis next time.
âSo,â she began when he caught up and fell into step beside her, âI really donât know how you did it last year. Passing your O.W.L.s with Umbridge breathing down your neck, everything going on all the time, and leading the D.A. on top of that. Mental.â
âWell, it wasnât exactly relaxing,â Harry said. âI did fall asleep during one of the exams.â
Ginny giggled and Harry felt his heart melt all over again. He loved her laugh, loved making her laugh, especially when he didnât even mean to. He had studied every kind of her laughter since the summer, and the one she had just let out was definitely his favorite. He glanced at her with what must have been a very blurry and stupid look.
Her cheeks were a little flushed, maybe slightly sunburned, strands of damp hair still clinging to her face. The evening light caught the copper in it. She walked with that easy confidence of hers, broom slung casually over her shoulder. It seemed like flying had left some permanent trace in the way she moved, light, balanced, and completely sure of herself.
âYouâll pass, all right, Ginny. Youâre smart and funny andââ
âFunny?â She stopped short and turned to him, staring. âAnd how exactly is being funny going to help me pass any exam?â
âItâs important,â he said defensively, though a grin tugged at his mouth. âConfidence is very important.â
âConfidence,â she repeated, nodding solemnly. âRight. Why am I even revising? Iâll just charm the examiners into passing me.â
âYou probably could,â he muttered.
Ginnyâs eyes narrowed slightly, but there was a spark of amusement. âCareful, Potter. Sounds like youâre suggesting I rely on something other than brains.â
âIâm just saying,â he said, matching her tone despite the way his heart had started beating faster, âyouâve got⌠advantages.â
âOh?â She took a small step closer, tilting her head. âGo on, then.â
He immediately regretted everything.
âI didnât mean, I just meantââ
The last thing he wanted was for her to think he believed she was stupid and could only rely on her humour and looks. That wasnât what he meant, but his brain felt like mashed potato right now.
âThat Iâm charming?â she offered sweetly.
âYes, no, I mean yes, but not likeââ He stopped, exhaling sharply. âYouâre doing this on purpose!â
âMaybe,â she said, smiling just enough to make it dangerous.
He relaxed a bit. She wasnât cross with him.
They started walking again. The castle loomed closer, but neither of them seemed in much of a hurry.
Harry risked another glance at her. The teasing expression was still there, luckily.
Itâs now or never.
He got rid of Voldemort when he was just one year old. He surely could ask a girl he fancied on a dateâŚ
âGinny, Iââ
âHmm?â she said, looking at him with an expression he didnât quite recognize. Curiosity, perhaps. Expectation, maybe.
Itâs now or never.
He grabbed her arm to stop her and didnât let go. The skin of his palm burned at the contact. Her big, beautiful hazel eyes searched his face, a soft smile tugging at her lips, one eyebrow raised in question.
âI was wondering if youâd maybe want toââ
âHarry!â
Bloody hell.
He let go of her quickly, and he thought he saw a hint of disappointment on her face.
âI just remembered something about that feint we tried today and I couldnât wait to tell you! I was looking everywhere for you,â Ron said, then stopped, clearly noticing Harryâs expression. âWhy are you looking at me like that? Why were you taking so long anyway? Were you laughing at me again?â He narrowed his eyes in the exact same way his sister always did.
âYes, Ron, we were talking about you, because youâre the center of the universe,â Ginny said, clearly irritated. Harry was strangely pleased to see it. It meant she had wanted to hear him. âWe were discussing Harryâs excellent study techniques.â
Ron frowned. âHis what?â
Harry stared straight ahead.
Next time, he thought grimly, Iâm definitely using Felix Felicis.
Harry and Ginny find it very *hard* to focus on revising.
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"Harry was sitting beside the window in the common room, supposedly finishing his Herbology homework but in reality relieving a particularly happy hour he had spent down by the lake with Ginny at lunch-time...â
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âAntidote to Veritaserum. All ingredients in order. Go.â
Harry and Ginny had managed to nick some food from lunch and escape before anyone could stop them. After wandering around, they had finally found a secluded patch of grass beneath a large willow tree, hidden enough that nobody was likely to interrupt them.
They were there to revise for Ginnyâs O.W.L.s, of course.
âHmmmâŚâ Ginny narrowed her eyes, her forehead creasing in concentration. âCut the bean of⌠something and add it to the essence of⌠erâsomething, and then you should have a vapour of red colour andâŚâ
She was lying comfortably on the grass with her head resting in Harryâs lap, eyes squeezed shut, forcing herself to remember.
Harry looked down at her, trying not to smile. A few strands of her bright red hair had escaped and spread across his legs in the sunlight.
âGin.â
âWhat?â
âI know you know the answer.â Harry shifted slightly against the tree trunk behind him. âJust try.â
âI am trying!â she protested, opening one eye to glare at him. âItâs just hard to focus when itâs this hot and Iâm lying on my even hotter boyfriendâs lap.â
Harry let out a surprised laugh. Ginny opened both eyes now, looking entirely pleased with herself.
âWhat?â she asked innocently.
Harry shook his head, then, very deliberately, he slipped his hands beneath her head and gently moved away until there was suddenly a noticeable gap between them.
âThatâs not fair!â
Harry tried to look unaffected. âOh? Why?â
âYou know why.â
He ignored her expression and reached over for his school bag, placing it carefully beneath her head instead.
âThere you go,â he said. âNice and comfy.â
Ginny looked up at him with deep suspicion. âI was more comfy before.â
Harry simply looked away toward the lake, clearly pretending not to hear. Harry picked up her Potions book again.
âAlright.â He cleared his throat importantly. âVeritaserum remedy.â
Ginny stared at him for a long moment and then, very slowly, she closed her eyes and let out loud, fake snore.
âGin.â
No response.
âGinny.â
She let out an even louder fake snore.
Harry dropped his head back against the tree with a groan.
âGin!â
âYouâre just reaaaaaaally boring,â she said with her eyes still closed.
âOh yeah?â Harry raised an eyebrow. âYou didnât seem to think I was that boring a few minutes ago while we were kissing.â
âBecause then you werenât boring.â
Harry snorted. âLook, I donât want to be the reason you fail your O.W.L.s, so at least try to focus.â He picked up her Potions book again and glanced down at it. âOr maybe I should call Hermione to help you study?â he asked mischievously.
Ginnyâs eyes flew open. âOh no, you wouldnât!â
He started to push himself up from the grass when Ginny suddenly sat upright and practically launched herself at him.
âHarry!â
Caught off guard, he fell back slightly and his shoulders bumped against the tree trunk behind him.
âOiââ
Somehow, in her attempt to stop him, Ginny had ended up sitting across his lap, one hand still gripping the front of his robes.
Then a slow smile spread across Ginnyâs face.
âI donât think youâd like Hermione seeing thisâŚâ
âSeeing whââ
Ginny leaned forward before he could finish. The kiss caught him completely by surprise.
Then he smiled against her lips, one hand finding her waist as he kissed her back.
Several long moments later Ginny pulled back just enough to look at him with a very satisfied expression.
âThere,â she said smugly. âStill want to get Hermione?â
Harry looked at the forgotten Potions book lying several feet away.
âNo.â
Now Harry was kissing her with even more passion than before, one hand tangled in her hair while the other rested at her waist.
If he had to compare kissing Ginny to something, heâd probably say it was like flying. The rush of excitement, the lightness in his chest, the feeling of forgetting everything else around for a few perfect moments.
Actually, no. Flying wasnât even close. Flying had never made him feel like this.
Harry had spent most of his life avoiding touch rather than seeking it out. At the Dursleysâ, affection simply hadnât existed. No comforting hugs, no careless touches, no hands ruffling his hair lovingly when he was younger. Even at Hogwarts, before Ginny, heâd never really realised how starved heâd been for simple closeness until someone finally gave it to him freely.Â
There was something about Ginny that completely undid him. Maybe it was the way she smiled against his lips, or how naturally she fit beside him or how every small touch somehow felt perfect. Whatever it was, being with her awakened feelings he hadnât even known existed.
And right now, with the warm sunlight filtering through the leaves overhead and Ginny sitting on his lap, feeling her heartbeat against him, the pressure of her chest on his and being aware of every inch of her body, Harry felt that rush all over again.
Every touch, every breath they shared every time she grabbed his hand or bit his lip or slipped her tongue in his mouth he felt like heâd melt into a puddle of pleasure and love.
It was no different now. And, being a human being and a man, sometimes what you felt could show in a not so obvious way. Like now for example.
âOhââ
Harry pulled back slightly and pushed Ginny away so she was now sitting lower on his legs.
He looked away immediately, feeling his cheeks burning . He suddenly found the grass beside them incredibly interesting.
Theyâd only been together for two weeks. Even if it already felt natural somehow and though they snogged, like, all the time, there were still moments that were new. Moments where Harry still had no idea what he was supposed to do.
He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
He was certain she couldâve felt him getting hard.
She looked at him puzzled, maybe a little offended.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â There was a hint of worry in her voice.
âNothing i justââ
The way she was sitting now, level with his calves, gave him an even better view of her. Somewhere during their studying session she had undone the first two buttons of her shirt because of the heat, and the pale skin of her cleavage showed slightly, creating a very interesting path towards her breasts. He was good at exploring hidden and forbidden paths.Â
Her skirt had ridden up enough to reveal more of her thighs as they held his legs between them.
The view definitely wasnât helping his situation. If anything, it was making it worse. He felt his pants getting so tight it hurt. And they were Dudleyâs old denims soâŚ
He didnât answer, only stared at her, convinced he looked absolutely ridiculous. He glanced down at his (not so little) problem and Ginnyâs gaze followed his.
Her eyes widened slightly and Harry closed his own in embarrassment.
Sheâs gonna run away. She wonât let me touch her again.
âHarry,â she said softly, but he still didnât dare look at her.
âLook at me.â She tilted his jaw gently with her hand, and he finally opened his eyes to see Ginny trying not to smile. She was amused.
âIâm so sorry, Ginny. I didnât want to make you uncomfortable or anything. Iââ
âUncomfortable?â she repeated, a laugh slipping into her voice before her expression softened. âHarry, why would you think that?â
âErâ I dunno. I just donât want you to think Iâm creepy or something.â
âCreepy?â Ginny stared at him in disbelief. âHarry, honestly, if anything itâs a compliment. Weâre making out! Do you think Iâm not horny because of you?â
Harry stared at her with his mouth opened. Horny. Ginny Weasley was horny for him.
Heâd spent the whole school year dreaming about things like this, so part of him genuinely wondered whether heâd fallen asleep under the tree and imagined the whole thing.Â
Ginny shifted so she was sitting on his lap again, her hips around his. His hardness pressing into her.
She smiled at him and kissed him softly and slowly on the lips.
âIf this is making you uncomfortable, we can stop,â she whispered when she pulled away.
âUncomfortable?â Harry repeated weakly, feeling completely dizzy with arousal. âGinny, Iâm a bit too comfortable.â
Ginny giggled, and that was honestly the end of him. He loved when she giggled. He slid a hand to the back of her neck and kissed her again. Feverish and desperate.
They pulled apart breathing heavily.Â
âIf this is making you uncomfortableââ Harry started, his voice hoarse and vision blurred.
âHarry, shut up.â She breathed and putting her hands around his neck pulled him to herself, their mouths crashing, their tongues sliding over each other and breathy moans escaping their mouths in turns.
Ginny shifted even closer to him and he tangled his hands into her sweet-smelling hair that intoxicated his senses. She rolled her hips a bit and a moan escaped Harryâs mouth.
He got red on his face again, even redder than he already was and Ginny smiled against his mouth. She rolled her hips again.Â
Oh, she enjoyed torturing him.
Harryâs hands slid from her back, traced her bare thighs and reached under her skirt squeezing her bottom. He could feel the lace of her panties.
They stopped kissing just to look at each other, asking a silent permission with their eyes.Â
For a second Harry thought he went too far again, but then she was literally sitting on his boner so he decided that maybe he didnât go far enough.
The looks they gave each other were intense, Ginny was burning him with her foggy look.
She began unbuttoning her shirt still holding his gaze.
Bloody fucking hell.
He squeezed her arse again before quickly reaching for the buttons of her shirt and took her hands away. She looked at him a little shyly, perhaps thinking that he didnât want to see her tits. Of course he fucking wanted to.
Thatâs why he continued to unbutton it himself. She bit her lower lip in a smile and reached for the buttons of his shirt.
They never let each otherâs gaze and when they were all unbuttoned Ginny traced her hands over his bare torso sending goosebumps all over him and the last drops of the blood in his brain down.
She kissed him briefly, just to go lower and kiss his neck and then his chest. Her kisses were featherlight, testing and a bit uncertain, but enough to melt him completely. They crossed over to completely new territory.
He loved the way she was kissing him, but if he didnât want to literally burst he needed her to stop. He was dangerously close.
He took her hands from his chest into his and brought them up to his lips. He kissed them and then kissed her lips and then the spot behind her ear that he already learned she loved to have kissed. His hands started roaming under her shirt. First he caressed her back, but then his hands reached her front. He traced his hand over her fit stomach and then between her breasts. She arched to him, evidently wanting more and allowing him to go further.
She slipped the strap of her bra from one arm and he swallowed loudly. She took his palm and put it on one of her breasts.
He took a risk of pushing the bra away. He stared at her naked breast in complete awe.
He was sure heâd come in his pants right here, right now.
She bit her lip again and he cupped the swell of her breast. It fit perfectly in his palm. He stroked her nipple with his thumb and it hardened even more.
Ginnyâs cheeks were flushed and the blush crept onto her neckline too.
She roamed her hand over his chest again and reached lower to his belt andâ
The loud bell rang announcing the classes.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
They both jumped, suddenly pulled back to reality from their little private heaven.
They stared at each other for a moment, the heavy tension between them almost tangible.
Then they both laughed nervously as Ginny adjusted her bra and began buttoning up her shirt again. Harry did the same, though far more reluctantly.
âMaybe I should just skip this lesson,â she said, her voice still slightly shaky.
Yes, please do.
âNo,â Harry said, despite what his mind â or his cockâ was telling him. âYou know you canât skip it, Gin.â
âYeah, I know, butââ Ginny sighed before reaching over to straighten his tie playfully. âI really enjoyed our revision today.â
âMe too.â Harry laughed softly and took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. âMaybe youâd like to revise some more today?â he asked with a smirk.
âMeet me in the library later,â she replied immediately.
âIâll pick you up after Herbology?â
âOh, please do.â
She kissed him one last time, gathered her things, and stood up. Harry instantly felt strangely cold without her warmth against him.
âSee you later. And Iâm not kissing you again right now, because I genuinely wonât be able to stop. Bye!â she said quickly before hurrying towards the castle.
Harry laughed quietly to himself, still unable to believe what had just happened.
He had a free period now. He was definitely going to spend part of it taking a long, cold shower.
Drunk Harry sees some a guy checking Ginny out and starts to get jealous and possessive. Then he notices his hand on her and almost loses his shit until Ginny turns to where heâs looking and laughs, only to tell him âLove, thatâs your reflectionâ. This may be based on a true story đ.
Harry Potter was a trained Auror. For over a year now, he worked at the Ministry, learning advanced magic for detaining wizards and witches who broke the law. They were taught to only use the secret spells they learned only in dire situations, only in situations where a criminal could not be contained.
Which in Harry's mind fit the current situation he was in. Because some bloke could not stop touching his girlfriend's arse.
The entire DA had gotten together at some random bar in Diagon Alley. It was packed with witches and wizards, so many more people than the entire DA roster.
Harry was pressed against Ginny, along with so many other bodies, he could not differentiate who was who. The bar had mirrors all around them, which is when he saw it.
Someone touching Ginny Weasley's arse.
He pulled out his wand, ready to defend his girlfriend, not that she needed defending, but he had a people saving thing, and he was going to save Ginny from some stupid creep.
"What are you doing, Potter?" Ginny asked, nibbling on his ear.
"I saw some dude grope your arse in the reflection of the mirror, and I am going to kick his arse," Harry replied.
Ginny threw her head back in laughter.
âLove, thatâs your reflectionâ.
Harry turned to the mirror, looked at Ginny's arse in his reflection, the hand touching her arse, then back to his own hand, then back to Ginny's arse.
itâs so funny when people say ginny was a crazy fangirl obsessed harry and the idea of harry, she didnât actually âloveâ him. when she was in fact the one person harry said made him feel like a regular person in the crazy whirlwind that was his life. like he literally says âitâs been like something out of someone elseâs lifeâŚthese last few weeks with youâ because him falling in love and mucking around like a teenager with her was one of the only times in the series he felt normal.
yes, ginny clearly had a crush on him when she was a child, but thereâs very clearly a shift in the harry she first likes (the legend, the myth - the stranger who risks his life at age 12 to save hers) and the actual harry (the one whoâs been so much shit but still has the kindest of hearts, some serious anger issues and can be hard to be around sometimes). as they both mature, she sees all of him, and understands who he is and why he acts the way he does, and grows to love him for the person he is, not the version of him she had in her head as a child. thatâs what makes their love story so good.
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Harry turned his head towards Ginny as they lay on the big blanket together. Dappled sunlight danced through the leaves in the orchard and landed on her. He watched as it caught her hair while she talked. Conversation tracked in every direction this afternoon, because they had nowhere to be.
If it was up to Harry, this moment could last forever.
Her gaze turned to him. âDid you ever figure out who started the rumour about the Hippogriff tattoo?â
âNo.â He reached out and tickled her cheek with his fingers. âI think theyâd be more inclined to tell you than me.â
âMaybe,â she agreed with a soft smile. She caught his hand with her own and grasped it, leading it away from her face. âI always felt back then like time was running out for us.â
He nodded in agreement. Every moment had been too short. âYeah.â
âDo you think weâll have time this time around?â she asked him.
He looked at her right across from him and felt like he saw all of her for the first time. For the first time like this. There was no impending doom, no inevitable clock ticking above them that counted down until it was over. What laid out in front of them was nothing but potential for them two.
Time to find out what they meant to each other. Time to heal, grow and change together. There was no faceless stranger at the altar, it was him. And if you were to ask him, the Ginny coming walking up to the altar looked happier about that too.
He smiled at her. âI think we do.â
âThat took you a moment.â She smiled brighter.
He pulled on her hand lightly and she scooted in closer. He let go of her hand in favour of wrapping it around her. âI was considering what we could do with so much more time.â
She brought her face closer to him. âThere was a lot, then?â
âOptions.â He nodded and kissed the freckles on her nose. âYes.â
She turned onto her stomach, her face hovering above his. She brushed his hair back softly and kissed him. âAre you going to tell me about it?â
He cupped her cheek. âDo you want that?â
She nodded without a second thought and an eager smile. âYes.â
âOkay. You better lay back down again. This may take a while.â He offered her a lopsided grin.
She locked her lips with his once again. Her leg swung over him and then she plopped herself down right on top of him. She propped her arms up on his chest. âI have time.â
Since Hinny deserved way more love, I'm gonna present to you my TOP 5 FAVOURITE HINNY moments. I will probably do this with other ships of other fandom's too.
(Not in order)
1. Their first kiss in the common room This kiss was just so epic because we know that Harry hates attention and he already had a crush on Ginny for the whole year so he says "screw that" and just kisses her. And Ginny just doesn't mind
2. Ginny comforting Harry in the library (order of the Phoenix) I love this scene so much, because you can see how much they already trust each other and Harry starts to see her as a friend. Ginny is the only one who completely understood him
3. Ginny being Harry's last thought before dying Not Draco, not Hermione nor Luna were his last thoughts, not even Ron, it was Ginny. I don't know about you, but if someone's last thought would be me (kissing him) than, oh boy, than I would know that he is the right one. You don't have to ship it, but u can't say that Harry didn't love her
4. Their second kiss in the borrow I honestly don't know what to say about this but I just really love that kiss
4. Harry and Ginny's breakup This was actually a really sad scene but I still wanted to include it because it was a really important point in their relationship. Harry broke up with her to protect her and even tho Ginny didn't like it she still accepted it because she knew it was for the best. Because she trusted Harry. She had faith that they would be together again one day.