#hinnymicrofics

The Masquerade Fest is starting soon! One or two fics will be posted a day between Harry's and Ginny's birthday, starting on the 31st of July.

These are the wonderful authors that have participated:

@startanewdream

@brightlybound

@gin110881

@justalittleconfusing

@tedwardremus

@lepoltergeist

@vaffyu

@ginnyw-potter

@takeariskao3

@sophie-hatter-jenkins

@di-daynamic

@fizzyginfizz

@nena-96

@hinny-canons

@curse-04

@seriouslysam8

@blackseatwenty

@ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey

@potterwitch-AO3

@harryissuchalittleshit

If you have written for the fest, I will contact you through PM before the 31st and will let you know what day your fic will be posted. Feel free to make (minor) edits until posting day. Also you can update the date of your fic to a more recent date (add to the confusion and makes sure your fic isn't already down the searches)

Don't reveal what room you had and be careful when commenting to not reveal yourselves ;)

Your fic can count towards the microfics of August! I've included the words in the pompt list for August. Just post it in the microfic channel of our discord server to have it count.

Just about us

Written for August prompt: Chase @ginnystrophyhusband

Harry had never ran so hard in ages. The horde of people behind him—women—quite frankly terrified him. He slippedinto the Weasley shop but people were streaming in behind him. With an apologetic glance at whomever was manning the till today, he disappeared into the stock room.

He bent over on the edge of wheezing—ironically considering his current location—and took a deep breath in.

“Harry?” Ginny asked. She bent down and appeared in his peripheral vision. “What’s happening?”

“I am being attacked by a horde of women throwing themselves at me,” he let out. He righted himself.

George snorted from the doorway to the shop. “Some people would beg to be so wanted.”

“You’re not helping,” Harry snapped. “You fuel the rumours to sell your fake-ring range.”

April 1st: Joke

Also on AO3

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Harry did not think anyone else in the world would have reacted as fast as he did.

The moment he saw Ginny losing control of her broom, he sped towards her with the intention of catching and steadying her. They had been in the air for almost an hour, practicing for the upcoming match. It was just the two of them, much to Harry’s delight.

Before Harry could get to her broom, however, Ginny’s broom began falling to the ground, taking her with it. Harry’s heart stopped and he went as fast as his Firebolt could take him. Her screaming was fading away as she got closer to the ground and Harry’s mind was blank as his panic for Ginny increased.

He touched the ground before she did, almost falling flat on his face. He got off his broom, his eyes searching frantically for Ginny, but she was nowhere to be seen.

“Ginny!” He called, breathless. He looked around the field, his mind reeling with scenarios of what could have happened.

His ears picked up on a sound past the goalposts. He could not see anything and began to move closer, the sound growing louder. It sounded high-pitched and merry, definitely not a sound of pain.

Harry stopped when he spotted Ginny lying on the grass, her broom by her side as she clutched her stomach, laughing.

“Ginny!” Harry exclaimed.

She continued to laugh as she sat up. “Oh, that was perfect! You looked so worried!”

Harry furrowed his brows, recovering from the shock. “What…”

She chuckled and spread her arms out. “Happy April Fools Day, Harry!”

He stared at her in disbelief, his heart rate slowing down. He could not believe she played a joke like this on him.

“Did you like it?” She asked excitedly as she stood up, picking up her broom.

Harry huffed. “Merlin, Ginny. I was terrified!”

“I know,” she smiled.

“I almost fell on my face trying to save you!”

“I know,” she said in a sing-song tone, stepping closer. “It was sweet.”

Despite himself, Harry grinned slightly. “You’re absolutely mad.”

“I-”

Harry opened the door to his home and there was a path of rose petals to the bedroom.

“Aw, Harry!” Ginny let out.

He quickly shook his head and took out his wand. “No, this wasn’t me.”

Ginny waited as he did a spell on it, but it did not appear to have any kind of enchantment on it.

“I did,” James said, stepping into the room. “I thought it would be nice for you to have a romantic evening and I’ll—I’ll make myself scarce.”

They closed the door and walked into the living room. He shared a look with his wife, who nodded.

“And where will you be heading?” Ginny asked firmly.

James looked between them. “Well, I thought… there is this girl I like and I asked if she was free tonight.”

Harry folded his arms. “You could have just asked us.”

“Well, I didn’t want to be a bother.” He looked up to them innocently.

“You will be allowed to go, but we will need to sit down and have a talk first,” Harry said.

“Dad, no…” James wined.

“Or you can not go at all,” Ginny suggested.

James gritted his teeth. “Fine.”

He sat down with James and put down some ground rules, then he sent his son to get ready and wear something nice.

Harry got up from the couch and let out a big sigh as Ginny walked back in the room. “I was not ready for that conversation.”

Ginny smiled at him. “I think you handled that pretty well.”

“Thanks.” He looked at the rose petals. “It would be a shame not to take advantage of an empty house when he went through all this effort for our romantic night.”

Ginny chuckled. “I think you’re right.”

***

James had quickly escaped up to his bedroom after his ‘date’. Harry got off the couch and went upstairs to talk to his oldest.

“James, can I come in?” he asked softly at the door.

It was silent for a moment. “…Yes.”

He popped his head in and watched his son sit with his head bowed on the side of his bed, looking a little defeated. “How did it go?” he asked carefully.

James let out a big sigh. “Well, I don’t think it could have gotten any more embarrassing.”

Harry sat down beside him and nodded. “What happened?”

“You know I am usually pretty confident and bold but she is so cool and…” He buried his face in his hands.

Harry could just see his incredibly red ears. “I’m sure it was not as bad as you think,” he offered.

“You don’t know that,” James said, looking back up at him. “I suddenly became a complete klutz, I was mortified. How many times do you think someone can trip over their own feet? Because I beat that record.” He shook his head, staring off into the distance. “And I inherited the Weasley blush so I can’t even hide that I’m bloody embarrassed when my face is this red!” He took a deep breath in and looked at his dad desperately. “I can never recover from this.”

Harry smiled. “You take after your mum.”

“What?” James asked warily.

“Your mum became incredibly clumsy whenever she spotted me.” Harry fondly thought back to a certain elbow in a butter dish. “And you see, it worked out for her.”

James blinked a few times, then he shook his head. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better. I don’t believe it.”

"Harry! Harry, come quickly!"

Ginny was whispering as loudly as she dared, calling out to Harry until she heard his feet thundering through the house. He came charging into the room, door bouncing off the wall and then his shoulder in his haste. Ginny cringed and flapped her hand to hush the question in his lips.

"Look," she whispered, "he's smiling."

Harry tiptoed over to the cot, peering over the rail at their sleeping son, whose little lips were twitching as he dreamed, settling into the sweetest smile Ginny had ever seen.

Ginny glanced over at her husband to find a soft smile gracing his own face and unreleased tears shining in his eyes. She wrapped her arms around his waist and tucked her head into his shoulder. His arms settled around her shoulders and she felt a kiss pressed to her hair.

for @hinnymicrofic [293 words] f/f gender au/post hogwarts

i'm late but i needed to write this for myself.

Hallie blinks as she stares at the pink monstrosity on her bed: a lump of tulle and taffeta that she remembers explicitly not agreeing to.

“GINNY!” 

Ginny pops her head in with a smile on her face. “Oh good, you’ve found it!”

“I seem to recall that I’d be the one in black and you’d be the one in pink,” Hallie says poking at the silver crown peeking out from under the gown. 

“Well,” Ginny starts as she walks into the room fully. 

“And, I’m the one who already has black robes. It’d make more sense if I-”

“Those robes fit me just fine and I can’t wear that,” Ginny says. “I’d look ghastly. The pink would clash horribly with my hair.”

Going as witches wasn’t a question when they had started discussing Halloween costumes for this year. Hallie had also been under the impression that her going as Elphaba was a given, but apparently, her girlfriend had changed her mind and conveniently forgot to tell her until it was too late.

“I’m the least Glinda person there is,” she argues.

“And I’m the most?” Ginny’s arms are crossed and she looks unimpressed by Hallie’s half-baked argument. Because, really, if anyone was more like Glinda it would be Lavender Brown who had been in Ginny’s house at Hogwarts.

“Well, no,” Hallie trails off.

“And you won’t even have to curl your hair. It’s just for one night, Hal.” 

–

She puts on the dress and Hallie hates to admit it, but Ginny had been right. Switching roles made much more sense. She looks like a fucking ethereal pink bubble and she kinda loves it. 

Return to Hogwarts

a microfic series for the prompts of September @ginnystrophyhusband

prompt: school

1. Good morning

A well-aimed pillow hit Harry straight in the head. Before he could move off the camp bed in Ron’s room or even open his eyes, a heavier weight settled on top of him, announcing herself with the flowery scent off her shampoo and he groaned.

“Someone is regretting going back to school this morning,” she murmured.

He reached out to his glasses blindly, his vision obscured by her red mane of hair. She shifted her weight just a little, the metal ear of his glasses slipping from his fingertips before his frames were pushed into his palm gently.

He pushed his glasses up on his nose and properly opened his eyes to see Ginny beaming on top of him. She was already fully showered, dressed and put on the raspberry gloss that made her lips irresistible.

“Morning,” he finally mumbled.

She bent down and kissed him. “Morning.”

“I am not regretting going back to Hogwarts,” he told her. “It’s very important to finish my education.”

She hummed in answer, disbelief written all over her face.

“Set an example for the future generation,” he continued, rattling off arguments Hermione had given him to return to Hogwarts.

It was in fact Ginny who had given the winning argument—or two winning arguments. One, that she was going to be there and two, that he may actually have a normal year this time around instead of going off and joining the aurors and continuing fighting for their side. To the extent Harry or any of them could even have a normal year but she made a fair point. It was a moment for him to slow down and find out who he really was without a prophecy looming over his head. He was getting time to figure out what he wanted for himself now that his ending had been rewritten and potentially pushed back several decades.

“Plus, your mother is terrifying,” he finished.

She pursed her lips. “You know that’s a load of dragon dung—except that last bit.” She leaned forward again and he caressed her face. “I know why you’re going back to Hogwarts…”

A groan erupted from Ron as he woke up and the pile of duvet beside Harry moved. Ron might be okay with the two of them dating, Harry suspected that finding his sister sat on top of her boyfriend first thing in the morning wasn’t what he’d like to see.

Ginny must have thought the same thing. “Have to go.” She slid off his bed elegantly and quickly, then slipped out of the room before Ron opened his eyes.

“Ronald!” Hermione’s voice came. “Honestly how are you still not out of bed—is being late to the train some odd tradition for you or what?” She appeared in the door opening. “Morning, Harry.”

“There is still time,” Ron objected. “I’ll be right down.”

Hermione nodded and then went back downstairs. Ron turned onto his back with another groan and let his head loll to the side, meeting eyes with Harry and rolling his eyes in exasperation.

“Hey, you don’t have to date her,” Harry commented.

Ron let out a snort and smiled. “Like that would make a difference?”

“Right,” Harry agreed with a chuckle.

Ron sat up. “At least my girlfriend came to check if I’m up. Where is yours, huh?”

“You’re right,” Harry agreed with no effort. “How terrible of her.”

“You could do a whole lot worse,” Ron remarked.

“I am very aware,” he agreed, choosing not to tell Ron that Ginny had been in here minutes ago. “Are you ready to go to Hogwarts?”

“Not really but looking on the bright side—we won’t have Snape for Potions and Slughorn still thinks you’re a natural, McGonagall is in charge of the school and no one is scheming to kill you,” Ron summarised as he started getting dressed.

Ear tufts

Written for July prompt: Hedwig @ginnystrophyhusband

Ginny sat down beside Harry on her bed and he looked up from the Daily Prophet. He smiled at her in greeting.

“Anything interesting?” Ginny asked, though Harry’s face was plastered all over the front page for the tenth time in a few weeks’ time.

He shook his head. “Not really.”

“Did you send out your letter yet?” she asked.

“No.” His gaze returned to the page. “Owls are all busy.”

She was quiet for a moment. “You could get a new owl, you know.”

“I know.”

“Do you miss Hedwig?” she tried.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. In the large scheme of things it feels so…” He glanced up at her.

“She was your owl.” She squeezed his arm. “You’re allowed to mourn her, even if other bad things happened.”

“It was over a year ago—I’m fine,” he returned. “I’ll wait until Pig is back.”

She bit her lip and stared at the wall on the opposite side of the room. “What if… we get an owl together?”

He folded the paper now and put it aside. “Like a couple?”

“What do you mean ‘like a couple’?” she shot back. “We are a couple.”

He smiled softly and took her hand in his, counting the freckles around her wrist. “Are you ready for that kind of commitment with me? I’m not sure if you’re entirely set on me—long-term.”

“Oh, haha. Very funny, Harry.” She brought their joined hands to her face and softly bit into his knuckles. “Maybe we should get an owl together, just so you can prove to me you won’t break things off if things get a little too dangerous.”

He pursed his lips and nodded. “Okay. I suppose that’s fair.”

“Lovely. I’ll ask mum to pick up a catalogue when she goes to Diagon Alley this afternoon and then we can see what kind we would like.”

He shook his head. “I know what you want. You want one of those with the big yellow eyes and the ear tufts. What are they called?”

“Great horned owl—speaks for itself really.” Her gaze softened. “I’m surprised you remember that. It was a while ago.”