#ginville

Neville was unsure why Ginny’d tagged along. He was perfectly capable of picking his own furniture. “If you get a bigger one,” Ginny pointed at a double bed, “it’ll be bigger.” “Airtight logic, that.” “I mean,” she glanced over, “there’d be more space for... horizontal activities.” “Oh,” Neville said. Oh.

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A little self indulgent reel to celebrate 100k words written. 21 Fics (5 WIPS)

Pairings Written include Panville, Ginville, DragonTamer, Dramione, Remione, LoveGrass, GinGrass, Chansville, and so many more.

Ginville:

Neville read the line over and over again, willing the words to change. There, right there, in small script on the front page of the daily prophet, it read: “We’ve noticed that Mr. Longbottom is at every single game.” “No, no. It’s nothing like that. He’s just a loyal friend.”

Billmione:

Bill knew it would wreak havoc, the public finding out about his relationship with Hermione. He knew it would be all over the tabloids, all over the press, Rita Skeeter especially blabbering about his lack of loyalty to Ronald. But none of that mattered. Not when Hermione smiled at him.

Harmony:

“What?” Hermione exclaimed, glaring at Harry. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Come on, ‘Mione. We have Crooks already and you know that dogs are more loyal than cats.”

Hermione looked as though someone had stupefied her

“Actually,” she stressed. “A recent study revealed that cats are just as loyal, if not more…”

Drinny:

Draco had been loyal to one cause and one cause only for the entirety of his life. But there was something about the redheaded girl that made him want to change his allegiance. He didn’t know what it was. He figured it was a curse Potter had cast on him.

Ronsy:

Ginville:

“What do you mean sleep in different rooms?!”  

“My house, my rules, dear. I won’t have you engaging in any reckless activity under my roof.”

“Neville and I live together, mum! We engage in reckless activity constantly!”

“GINEVRA!” Molly scolded. 

Neville tried to control the flush traveling to his cheeks.

Billmione:

The night of the full moon, Bill chased after Hermione, like a predator after prey, following the sound of her laughter. When he finally caught her, he pressed her against him and stripped away her clothes, leaving her bare.

“Fuck,” he rasped, trying to maintain control of his animalist urges.

Ronsy:

“Can you believe it?” Ron exclaimed. “I mean, it’s bloody ridiculous! Just another way to control the team!”

Pansy nodded along, flipping through her magazine, as Ron vented about the Cannons. 

“Since Seamus left, all they’ve done is …”

She couldn’t lie. She understood not a single thing about Quidditch.

Drinny: Draco watched as Ginny lost control of her broom, plummeting to the ground. He reacted before he could even fully think, clumsily running out of his seat and down to the field, toward her, ignoring the guards that tried to stop him. He didn’t care. All that mattered was her.

Harmony:

Hermione knew that if she didn’t take complete control of the situation, they’d end up in a cave somewhere. But Harry was adamant they were going the right way, a map clenched in his hand.

Drinny: Draco knew the night could end in chaos or be the best night he’d ever had. His bets were on the former. Still, that didn’t quell his desire to sabotage whoever Ginny was on a date with tonight. Decidedly, he purchased a bouquet of flowers and got on the subway.

Harmony: The flat was a clutter of chaos. There were toys thrown everywhere – cars, dolls, blocks. There was even paint on the floor, all over the walls. Harry was sure if he looked carefully, he’d find more things to clean later. “You sure you want another one?” Hermione asked behind him.

Ronsy: Pansy Parkinson was Neat. Neat with a capital N. She was used to cleanliness, to tidiness, to everything but her present living situation. She loved Ron, she really, really did. But if she had known that living with him meant living in absolute chaos, she would have reconsidered her options.

Billmione: Bill knew revealing the nature of his relationship with Hermione at Sunday Dinner would only result in chaos. But he did it nonetheless. At first, nobody spoke and then, almost in a clamor, everyone erupted into chatter, demanding someone else pay up. Arthur, it appeared, was the only one surprised.