#hinnyshipper

Okay I kinda went haywire on this (I've literally been writing on this for two hours now, non-stop) and I think it's kind of rubbish as this is one of the first oneshots I've written during the day (I normally write at like, 11PM because.. Idk bro) and about Hinny so yeah. Hope I did well, anon! 

“Can you please write a fanfic of Harry and Ginny's "stolen hours" in hidden parts of the grounds while dating in the sixth book and they do crosswords and have little Charms competitions to see who can make leaves dance the best and Ginny figures out Harry's ticklish and gives him endless shit for it and cheek kisses and snuggles and so cute”

  ‘Guess who?’ a pair of hands clasped on the young Weasley’s eyes from behind. Ginny’s friends rolled her eyes and stood up, walking away. They were glad she finally got on with the boy she’d been fancying since her First Year but it was annoying hearing her talk about him all the time. She tried to keep it to a minimum but it was so hard not to talk about his eyes – big green ones – or about his messy black hair she loved to ruffle through with her fingers or about how his muscles worked during Quidditch practice.

‘I don’t know,’ she smiled although she absolutely knew who – the smell of parchment and the woody scent of broomstick handle unmasked the young boy. She pretended to play along for the sake of it. ‘Is it Michael? Dean?’ the boy kept quiet. ‘Okay I give up.’

‘Well then I guess I can eat these sweets alone,’ Harry sang, letting go of her eyes and holding a bag of Muggle chocolate bars in front of her face. He’d been keeping them since Christmas, after he’d found Ginny and Dean snogging. He’d hoped they’d break up so they could share chocolate to reduce her heartbreak and maybe kiss her, too.

‘You’re mean,’ she fake-pouted, kissing his cheek. ‘Please share with me?’

‘Only if you'll follow me,’ he smiled and reached out his hand.  She smiled and wove her fingers through his.

‘Only if you'll promise not to kidnap me.’

‘Well maybe I’d like to keep you for myself and the only way to do that is to lock you up. I’ll feed you chocolate a few times a day though,’ laughed Harry.

‘If you keep onto that chocolate promise I might follow you,’ Ginny said, wrapping her other arm around his arm.

And they set off, wandering around the castle. It was mostly empty; almost all of the Fifth Year students were revising for the O.W.L.s coming up, the others were enjoying themselves on a trip to Hogsmeade. Ginny had been revising all day and was glad that Harry took her outside.

‘How come I’ve never been here before, Harry?’ she asked once she realized they weren’t on common grounds.

‘Found this part of the ground with Padfoot once. He led me to it,’ Harry confessed. The Marauders had found a lot more ground and passageways than most pupils did and Harry gladly went there to avoid the stares.

Harry let go of Ginny’s hand, got his schoolbag from his shoulder and revealed one of the covers they had on their beds in the dorms, laid it down on the grass and pulled her down with him.

‘Figured I don’t like green stains on my trousers and Dobby’ll do my laundry anyway,’ Harry said, answering Ginny’s questioning look. She’d obviously never been picnicking before at home.

‘Where’s my chocolate?’ she questioned, seeing Harry take out a few papers and both of their wands – she wondered how he’d gotten her wand, seeing as she had it lying next to her in the common room.

‘I didn’t know it had your name on it,’ Harry winked, tossing her one of the chocolate bars – milk with hazelnut, her favourite. She’d told him – once – that it was her favourite and he had remembered it ever since.

‘Well it does now,’ she said, reaching out for her wand and scribbling “Ginny Weasley” on the wrapper.

‘Okay, let’s test your Muggle knowledge,’ Harry said, crawling over to sit next to her. She automatically leaned against him and Harry wondered again how luck he’d gotten with her.

‘A crossword?’

‘Yes,’ Harry smiled, kissing the top of her head and getting dizzy again with her flowery scent.

And so they filled out crosswords until their stomachs began to growl with hunger.

‘C’mon I need to eat. I’m starving,’ Ginny proclaimed.

‘You know, you remind me an awful lot of Ron in this way,’ Harry said, ruffling her hair. He loved that she wasn’t like the other girls, having to make up for class and getting mad when their hair wasn’t perfectly in place.

‘Sod off, Harry,’ exclaimed Ginny, prodding his stomach. The tiny squeal he let out lit Ginny’s eyes up.

‘You’re ticklish?’ Harry ignored her. ‘Oh Merlin, the great Harry Potter, the Chosen One is ticklish!’ her boyfriend pretended she didn’t exist again and this set off her tickling.

‘Are you ignoring me?’ she said, tickling his stomach. Harry let out a very unmanly, feminine giggle, pushing her off softly. And so the pair spent the next fifteen minutes tickling each other on the grass, until both had to catch their breath and lay heaving on the ground.

‘Ron’s going to have a fit when he sees me like that. You do realize that, don’t you?’ Ginny questioned him, her hair a bird’s nest and her t-shirt crumpled up.

‘And Hermione’s going to laugh at us for the next two weeks,’ Harry added, his hair and clothes in the same state as Ginny’s. ‘But we can fix this.’

So he turned around, getting Ginny’s brush and a new, though exactly the same as her old one, shirt from his schoolbag.

‘My god, Harry, how the hell do you manage to sneak up to the girls’ dormitories and steal my stuff?’

‘Didn’t. Hermione got them for me, because she knew your hair was going to be completely tangled and your shirt ruined when I told her I’d take you picnicking. She’s done it before with her parents, you see,’ he grinned, tossing both the items to her before he turned his back to her, allowing her to change her clothes.

‘Brilliant,’ the Weasley girl breathed out.

‘And you can test your knowledge on Charms by fixing my shirt as I was stupid enough not to get one of my own,’ Harry said, giving her her wand.

‘Mum’s way better at this than I am but this’ll have to do,’ Ginny waved her wand, muttered a charm and a few ruffles disappeared out of his shirt.

‘Hmm, we’ll have to work on your Charms before your O.W.L.s then,’ Harry smiled wickedly, kissing her cheek.

‘Oh? I bet you that I’m better at Charms than you are,’ Ginny exclaimed. ‘Make those leaves tap-dance and the one who does it worse than the other has to tie a banner on their broom with “I’m a loser” during Quidditch practice.’

‘Agreed,’ Harry said, sealing the bet with a kiss on Ginny’s lips.

Ginny won, as hers did summersaults and tap-danced across the grass and back. Harry had let her win but there was no way he was going to tell her that – ever.

‘I told you so,’ Ginny smiled deviously, cuddling into Harry. The pair quietly packed up their stuff and walked to the Great Hall. They found Ron and Hermione quickly, the former sulking as soon as he saw his sister enter with his mate. Hermione smiled knowingly at Ginny’s neat hair and shirt and Harry mouthed a ‘thank you’ her way. The couple sat down next to each other, in front of Hermione and Ron who, every so often, touched each other with their elbows or got the same food off of the table.

‘Oh, by the way, Harry’s ti –’ Ginny started off, before Harry pulled her against her, ruffling her hair in the process and dropping his cutlery on his plate.

‘Harry’s Ginny’s boyfriend,’ Harry finished off Ginny’s sentence and let go of his tight grip.

‘Indeed,’ smiled his girlfriend, snuggling into him and kissing his cheek.

Dinner progressed quietly, Ron glaring every so often at his mate, but Ginny and Harry escaped before he could get to them.

‘Quidditch practice tomorrow, see you then,’ Harry said hastily to Ron before they literally ran out of the Great Hall.

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‘Banner done yet?’ Ginny teased at breakfast, sitting down next to Harry.

‘Couldn't be better,’ he said, kissing her cheek. They went to the Quidditch stands a little before 9, dew still on the grass after a cold night.

‘Wait here,’ Harry said before he went to tie the banner to his broom and fly off. ‘GINNY LOOK UP.’

And there she saw her boyfriend flying, the fabric saying “I’m Ginny’s loser.” And if she’d been smiling more she was afraid her cheeks were going to burst.

‘It’s cute. I like it,’ she said when she was flying next to him, daring to kiss his cheek 16 feet off the ground.

‘That’s good because I’m never taking it off again. I’m your loser.’ He said, before she took off flying with an amazing speed.

‘Come and catch me!’