#hinnyedit

I know.

“Never you mind,” said Harry shortly.

Ginny raised en eyebrow.

“There’s no need to take that tone with me,” she said coolly, “I was just wondering if we could help.”

—

“You’re too young,” Harry said, “you-”

“I’m 4 years older than you were when you fought You-Know-Who over the Philosopher’s Stone,” said Ginny, “and it’s because of ME that Malfoy is stuck back in Umbridge’s office with bats coming out of his nose”

— Ginevra Weasley, taking no shit from no one, not even Harry Potter, the chosen one/her crush since 11.

One summer, a girl sits outside and catches sunlight in her hands. [Ginny is the smitten sixth-born son, Harry is the besotted Girl-Who-Lived, and the Dursleys are scandalized.]

Prompt--In the holyhead harpies locker room

Ginny was in the shower 🚿, in the holyhead harpies locker room, letting the water run through her body as she tried to gather herself after today's match.

It had been exhilarating, exhausting, exciting but not to forget her very best. She had broken records, she had broken the most goal scored by a chaser record. She was so emotional she though she might cry.

She flinched a little when the door to the shower opened but leaned back against his chest when she realized who it was.

Suddenly she couldn't hold it in anymore and turned around in his arms and cried her heart out.

Harry just held her close and whispered sweet words in her ears.

"I'm so proud of you Gin" he said "Teddy and Jamie are bragging to anyone who'll listen that you're their mum"

"It really happened didn't it, Harry?" Ginny looked upto him before burying her face in his neck.

"If you don't believe me, just try stepping out of this locker room" Harry said with a humorous lint in his voice.

Ginny grinned against his shoulder, already feeling better.