“Yet Harry could not help himself talking to Ginny, laughing with her, walking back from practice with her…” / HP6
nothing like making your ultimate crush to laugh out loud about something stupid that you said.
Hot damn, I just thought of something really cool. So, like, I headcanon that Harry kept Parseltongue after he lost the horcrux, because it’s just really fun to imagine stuff like Harry talking to Albus Severus’ pet snake or finding a little snake in the garden and hissing a hello. Parseltongue is really neat and snakes are awesome, so it’s so feel-good to imagine that instead of being used for Dark Arts, Harry’s just using it to make convo to little scaly cuties.
Like, Parseltongue apparently transfers with the soul or whatever? So you could totally claim that Harry’s soul/magic kept/learned the skill. A skill passed down through the soul/magic could totally transfer that way.
But… do you know who also had a piece of Voldemort’s soul inside them and was speaking Parseltongue pretty regularly for a long period of time? Ginny. Ginny Weasley.
So imagine twelve-year-old Ginny Weasley going home to heal after the whole Chamber of Secrets business, and finding a snake in the garden, muttering about sunny rocks and sleep. And it scares her so badly at first, because what if Tom isn’t really gone? What if Tom’s still lurking in some dark place in her head? She freaks out and nearly doesn’t come home for dinner that day… except… then she remembers that Harry can speak Parseltongue too.
Harry had an horrible encounter with Voldemort where Voldemort tried to take his life and somehow a piece of his power transferred to Harry, so now Harry can speak Parseltongue. Maybe she just got a piece of power too when Tom tried to steal her life?
It’d be really cool to have an AU where Ginny kept Parseltongue and decided that no, I’m not going to let Tom run my life and was treated Parseltongue like the cool trick it is. And Harry is the only one who full gets it and doesn’t get a little bit uncomfortable when she drops into hissing, and maybe Harry shyly gets encouraged to start hissing back. Voldemort tried to ruin our lives so let’s stick it to him and his Slytherin ancestors, right? Yeah!
Anyway, twelve year old Ginny and thirteen year old Harry having hissing conversations at the Gryffindor table, using it to talk smack and have inside jokes, and using it to scare the heck of out any pureblood supremacists. (Who are all absolutely scandalized because Parseltongue is something Salazar Slytherin is famous for and here it’s being using for casual conversation and Quidditch commentary by a Potter and a Weasley.)
Just picture these two adorable children hissing jokes at each other in the hallways and helping each other recover from their fear and trauma.
Ginny (in Parseltongue), “<Hey Harry, let’s both stare at Malfoy breaking into laughter and hissing at each other in Parseltongue.>”
Harry, “<…That would totally freak him out. …I’m in.>”
Ginny, “<Okay, he’s noticed we’re staring now.>”
Draco, “Do you have something to say Potter?!”
Ginny, “<Laugh now.>”
Harry and Ginny burst out into enormous laughter and Draco Malfoy is furious and gets increasingly mad as Harry and Ginny crack up and hiss things like, “<Great weather we’re having today!>” and “<How about them Harpies?>”
And Draco can’t call a Professor on them because he can’t prove they’re saying anything bad (and it’s just icing on the top that they actually aren’t and he’s getting worked up over nothing).This continues well into their relationship and into adulthood. All of the Potter-Weasley children can speak Parseltongue and have a foolproof way of having secret conversation in public. Sometimes they have to smack Jamie Sirius on the head to use English in public and tell Lily Luna to stop trying to scare people and convince them you’re the next Dark Lady. Harry and Ginny hiss at each other all throughout Ministry Events and Quidditch Events (Rita Skeeter cannot eavesdrop on them and she is furious) and to their children, lovingly telling them in this “language of the Dark Arts” to “<Behave yourselves>“ and ”<Remember to wear your jumper when it’s cold out.>“
Somewhere out there Tom Riddle and scores of Gaunts are rolling in their graves. Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley do not care.
“Yet Harry could not help himself talking to Ginny, laughing with her, walking back from practice with her…” / HP6
nothing like making your ultimate crush to laugh out loud about something stupid that you said.
it never fails to shake me to my core how the hbp movie not only did a poor ass job with harry and ginny’s relationship, but how it … refuses to even acknowledge it. they share a couple of awkward moments (chemistry? who?) and an equally awkward kiss and then … nothing. i don’t think they actually … have a real conversation … ever? and in the books, they’re this firework. they’re also both so fucking popular that their relationship instantly becomes Hot Gossip at hogwarts. they’re the couple that ends up in the yearbook, they just are that damn iconic. like heck. they’re a fucking it couple. their first kiss? probably made the front page of the daily prophet
who remembers the christmas when harry literally got sexually aroused from ginny picking a maggot of out his hair
can we appreciate the fact that Harry never made fun of Ginny for being obsessed with him and was always so kind to her
Honestly, Harry was like Ginny’ catch-22. All of her brother’s teased her. She grew up surrounded by loud, (with the exception of Percy), obnoxious brothers who either had no time for her, or just took the piss. (Bill being the possible exception, but he left home when she was still quite young.) Then comes along Harry, and she has an obvious crush on him, and he never pokes fun at her, ever, and he always makes time for her, and actively tries to talk to her.
- He asks her if she’s going to Hogwarts this year, (even though he knows that she is,) just to try and talk to her.
- She places her elbow in the butter dish, and he pretends it never happened.
- We never see him brush her away, even if he might not choose to confide in her.
- He gives her brand-new textbooks, because he knows she’s upset, although she didn’t complain, that she’s getting second-hand books and robes for school.
- He NEVER comments on anything she does that would be embarrassing to her. It never happens, not when she blushes, or stammers, of stumbles. NEVER.
For a girl with SIX older brothers, who take the mickey and/or have no time for her, this is like a fantasy. He’s someone she can be safe with. She has a crush on him, and because he takes that so well, she can’t ever get over her crush, because he’s just. so. nice. which makes her crush even harder, and so she blushes even more, and Harry keeps being good about it, and what can she do? The more she gets to know him, the harder she likes him, and he never humiliates her for it, and there is literally no escape for poor Ginny Weasley anymore.
She is doomed. It’s a deadly cycle and Harry is her Catch-22.
Harry and Ginny are an iconic couple in general but thinking about what they must have been like in their early to mid twenties is especially mindblowing, like with her as this amazing pro quidditch player probably gracing magazine covers and him as a young auror passionately fighting for justice? They were really That Couple™ and it warms my heart
harry potter literally broke up with his girlfriend so that he could go soul-searching
I have this headcanon that during Ginny’s first game with the Harpies, the other team’s asshole keeper made a snide remark about her ass or how she only got on the team because of Harry and she threw the Quaffle at him so hard that he fell threw the hoop and that’s how she scored her first professional goal
Harry, Ron, and George were crying they were laughing so hard in the stands
so Harry was probably super happy when he saw Ginny in her wedding dress but can you imagine how overjoyed he must have been when he first saw her in her new Holyhead robes with “Potter” on the back
if you’re gonna shit on ginny because she was a mary sue / “overrated” at least acknowledge that we saw her from the perspective of an incredibly biased person (aka the inventor of denial), of course she’s not actually perfect but there’s a reason she goes from ~ron’s little sister that i do like but isn’t rly relevant to my life i’m sorry also i’m actively ignoring her crush on me so it’s a tiny bit awkward~ to !!! good god what an angel?? like ginny’s beautiful?? and plays quidditch!!! and she’s popular and so funny holy fuck ron would KILL me but.. worth it tbh is this.. … what some people call love??? and that reason is called harry potter who spent a good portion of the final books internally combusting whenever ginny did anything what a nerd
“Ginny glanced round, grinning, winked at Harry, then quickly faced the front again.”
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Of course! I dropped the exclamation marks off of this prompt because it just didn’t feel very Hinny to me with them (unless they were drunk, but I’d rather write fluffy hinny than drunk hinny…)
63. “You’re so cute.” (Hinny)
After Ginny’s finished with Hogwarts, it’s not a question that she’ll move in with Harry. She doesn’t even ask her parents for permission. In fact, she doesn’t even ask Harry himself. She just returns to Grimmauld Place with him from King’s Cross, drops her trunk in his room, and goes home to pack the rest of her things. When she kisses him lightly on her way out the door, Harry’s still standing in shock in the entryway.
She brings most of her things over that night, muttering under her breath about her mum. Harry’s already panicked thinking that the Weasleys–the boys included–will kill him in his sleep. Molly surely isn’t satisfied with the arrangement; he knows she’ll have a conniption when she finds out Ginny intends to live with him.
But it turns out she isn’t angry. All she’s asked is that Ginny spend one last night at the Burrow. Which, of course, is what Ginny’s upset about.
“Bloody buggering hell, Harry!” She paces the floor, brown eyes ablaze. “I’m nearly eighteen years old and she wants me to spend the night at home just so she can ‘take care of me one last time?’ What does she think, I’m moving to America? That she’s never going to see me again? No! I’m just moving in with my boyfriend. It only takes two bloody seconds to Apparate to my new front door!”
“Gin,” Harry starts, but she’s cursing and wearing Mrs. Black’s dusty rug thin with her furious steps. It takes a physical intervention to get her to look straight in his eyes. “Ginny, look at me.” He steps right into her path and she collides with his hard chest. “Listen to me.” Guiding her over to the sofa, he sits her down and takes a seat beside her. He rubs circles on her tense hands as he speaks. “Before you Bat Bogey hex me, hear me out, okay?”
Ginny grumbles her consent.
“Maybe it’s not such a bad idea for you to stay there one more night.” At this, Ginny reaches for her wand, but Harry grabs her hand. “You promised you wouldn’t hex me. Just listen.”
She slumps against the sofa. “Fine. But you better have a good explanation.”
“You know your mum, Gin. She likes everything to be proper–remember how she wouldn’t let Bill see Fleur in her wedding dress because it was bad luck? She can’t be thrilled about you moving in with me when I haven’t even worked up the courage to put a ring on your finger.”
Hearing this, Ginny brightens, sneaking a glance at her boyfriend. Harry makes a mental note to start ring shopping. Clearly she wants a wedding and a future together just as much as he does. He grins at the thought of his ring on her finger, of her on her father’s arm walking down the aisle, of her cradling a baby with chocolate brown eyes and messy hair–but wait, he’s getting ahead of himself.
“Just stay one more night and make her happy, yeah? Make her feel like we’re doing things right. We’ve been through hell and back together and she knows that, but it’s going to take a little while for her to accept that her only baby girl’s leaving the nest.” He watches her wand hand carefully, prepared for the worst. But instead she launches herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him with all she’s got. He’s not going to pass up a beautiful girl–his beautiful girl–sitting on his lap and snogging him, so he returns her kiss enthusiastically.
“When did you get so smart?” she asks when they finally break apart.
“Ah, I’ve just known your mum for a decade or so is all.” He smiles at her flushed cheeks and keeps his arms tight around her waist. “What do you say we drop by for dinner at your parents’ and then I’ll head home and see you tomorrow morning? Assuming they don’t kill me, that is.”
“They’re not going to kill you, Harry.” When he opens his mouth to protest, she silences him with another kiss. “And that’s a brilliant idea. Just let me get my shoes.”
She heads upstairs to their room–their room, bloody hell, it’s going to take a while to get used to that one–and Harry wonders how long he should wait to propose. He’s already smitten, but maybe he should give her some time to make a name for herself as a Harpy before she becomes ‘the Chosen One’s bride.’
Dinner passes without mention of the big move and Harry’s breathing a sigh of relief when Ginny suddenly places her hand on his thigh, sliding it upward. Way upward. Harry chokes on his treacle tart and stiffens–earning a confused glance from Ron–and glares at Ginny, but she’s laughing with Hermione about their Transfiguration exam. She’s doing it on purpose, he knows, and if she doesn’t stop, Molly and Arthur are certainly going to have a problem with them moving in together because he’s going to sweep her off her feet and carry her straight up to her room. Forget the Silencing charms, because Merlin knows he’ll forget those in his haste to get them both naked. Stop it, Harry! Those thoughts aren’t helping one bit! Harry stands and helps Molly clear the table, willing himself to think of Snape’s greasy hair and troll bogeys to avoid an embarrassing tent in his pants. Curse his attractive girlfriend and her ulterior motives.
Finally, he’s kissing her goodnight, shaking Arthur’s hand, and receiving a smothering hug from Mrs. Weasley. He Apparates home and starts clearing some drawers in his dresser to keep his mind off of Ginny. It doesn’t help though, so he winds up taking a long, hot shower later to take care of things. Still, it takes him a while to fall asleep. He can’t help but think that it’s his last night alone in his bed. Not that he’s sad about that or anything. It’s just strange to think about.
Ginny shows up around lunchtime the next day, bearing yesterday’s leftovers.
“Welcome home,” Harry murmurs as he greets her at the door.
She smiles, kissing him softly, and somehow it already feels like home. Harry’s always felt like home, so she supposes that’s the reason.
They eat leftovers at the kitchen table, sneaking glances at each other between bites like first years. The two of them spend the afternoon getting Ginny’s things organized. After she’s settled, Ginny finds all kinds of things that need to be changed in the grimy old house. Curtains and carpets, Mrs. Black’s portrait, the house elf heads, the family tapestry, and the lamps made of ceramic snakes all make the list. She sets Harry to removing every rug from the house and cleans the kitchen herself. They have cold sandwiches as a late dinner before heading up to bed. By the time they’ve showered (together, of course) and gotten ready for bed, they’re both beyond exhausted. Harry climbs in, Ginny curls against his side, and they’re both asleep in minutes.
The sun streams through the bedroom windows the next morning when Harry finally stirs. Ginny’s still beside him and he grins at the sight of her. Her breaths are even and she snores lightly with each inhale.
Slowly, her eyes flutter open and she blushes when she catches him watching her. She stretches adorably and yawns.
“You’re so cute,” he says, his voice gravelly with sleep. And despite their morning breath, he kisses her. “You make this place feel like home,” he tells her when they part.
Ginny smiles, warm and familiar. Harry wants to spend the rest of his life waking up to that smile. ‘Marry me?’ is on the tip of his tongue, but he wants to give her a chance to be spectacular before she’s tied to him like that. Instead, he settles for making her pancakes and kissing the smirk off her lips when he burns one. It really was her fault–she’d put her hands down his pants, but wasn’t that the fun of finally living together? Neither of them care, anyway. There’s a whole stack of pancakes on the counter waiting to be eaten.
When the last of the pancakes have been devoured, they clean the kitchen together. It’s the most normal thing, sharing domestic duties, but it makes his heart swell with love.
“I love you, Gin,” he says, leaning over to kiss her.
She flicks soapy dishwater at him. “Do you love me now?” She’s taunting him, splashing the water out of the sink and onto the floor.
Harry laughs and caresses her cheek with one soapy hand. “Nothing will ever make me stop,” he tells her, suddenly serious, before soaking her with a water-filled pan sitting on the counter next to him.
A/N: Wow, this wasn’t at all where I intended to go with this, but it kind of just wrote itself. I literally read through it once lol… Anyway, happy Hinny ship week, friends!!
Voldemort must have taught her some kind of mind connection too because Harry’s mind was on her when he was isolated in various forests and other remote locations.
Or, alternatively: Ginny Weasley and Lord Voldemort are actually the same person. Evidence which supports this fact:
- Ginny is beautiful. Tom Marvelous Riddle was also once beautiful
- Ginny has a pygmy puff named Arnold. Arnold has some of the same letters as Voldemort
- Ginny’s uncles Gideon and Fabian were killed shortly after she was born. This can only mean that she murdered them in an impressive state of newborn strength
- Ginny survived traumatic abuse from a horcrux for longer than any of the golden trio could. This is because the horcrux contained part of her own soul
- Ginny shook like mad when she was near dementors. This was clearly an expression of utmost glee
- Ginny Weasley went to the Quidditch World Cup. The Death Eaters also attended. Coincidence? You decide
- Got along with Sirius Black, convicted of being Voldemort’s right hand man
- Bellatrix Lestrange had a special interest in her on more than one occasion. You know who else Bellatrix had a special interest in? Lord Voldemort
- Ginny called Ron a filthy hypocrite for snogging his girlfriend, because Voldemort despises that love is the most powerful magic
- She was not injured in either the Battle of the Astronomy Tower or the Battle of Hogwarts. This is because Death Eaters cannot harm their own leader
- She allowed her child to be named Albus Severus, two people who Voldemort thought were bitchin’ wizards
- She fell in love with Harry, who is part horcrux, because the only person Voldemort can love is himself