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defence-against-the-drabbles:

(Cute-but-not-cheesy Hinny for anon.)

Becoming parents was the most exhausting thing that Harry and Ginny Potter had ever done. They hardly had any time to sleep, let alone time to themselves. But Ginny’s mother turned out to be a saving grace, volunteering to babysit James for a night right when he was in the middle of teething. The plans that they had made, involving various different dates and adventurous sex positions, had gone out of the window in favour of simply slouching together on the sofa, trying to recover their lost energy.

Ginny had ended up lying flat out on top of Harry, her eyes closed as his fingers combed through the copper tresses of her hair. Her fingers were curled in his belt loops, her breathing soft and easy as she smiled blindly at her husband.

“Listen.” Harry smiled.

“To what?” Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow as she opened her eyes.

“The quiet,” Harry replied, lacing his fingers with hers. “The sound of your breath and your heartbeat. My favourite sounds in the whole world.”

“I love you too, Harry.” Ginny said with a smile; over the years they had been together, they’d found that there was more than just one way to say those three words- there were thousands upon thousands, and talking about the love that Harry had for the sounds Ginny made by being alive was one of them.

Ginny leaned over slightly to kiss Harry, just a soft brush of the lips as she ran a hand through his wild black hair.

ohhelga:

The Potter Generation (x)

4. Any two ships.

Harry Potter x Ginny Weasley

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,   
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,   
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,   
so close that your eyes close with my dreams. -Pablo Neruda

(via mockingjem)

It reminded him simultaneously of treacle tart, the woody smell of a broomstick handle, and something flowery he thought he might have smelled at the Burrow.

defence-against-the-drabbles:

(Hinny. First time during HBP. For anon.)

Ginny Weasley was his first and he was perfectly comfortable telling people that. Well, when he did. It wasn’t like Harry Potter went around performing a choreographed song and dance routine about the night that he’d lost his virginity.

It was his sixth year. Wounds were still fresh from when he’d lost his great uncle and the possibility of having a real family haunted his sleep.

She was like a cooling balm rubbed into a furious burn. Ginny Weasley was exactly what he needed at the time.

Unlike Cho, Ginny was the perfect mix of friend and a lover. Her smile set his heart on fire and she could have him rolling about the floor in stitches in seconds. Not to mention they both absolutely loved Qudditch and could spend hours on end talking about the captivating sport.

Sure, his affection had definitely been growing for quite some time but Harry hadn’t realized it until he couldn’t have the red headed girl of his dreams. But he’d ended up with her in the long run. It seemed as if Harry had captured her heart years before the skilled chaser had caught the metaphorical quaffle called Harry’s heart.

Everything had to be perfect, from the scented candles to the scattered flower petals. Never roses. Ginny absolutely hated roses.

Oddly enough, Harry decided the perfect setting for both the novices to share in was the Qudditch field. It was the only place where they both felt entirely free.
On the pitch, Harry was no longer the chosen one and Ginny was no longer the only girl in a large family. Expectations disappeared and it was just them- their souls stripped naked for only a select few to gaze at.

He’d gone above and beyond to make the setting perfect for his girlfriend. Candles floated everywhere and petals littered the usually soft, springy grass of the field. The candles set a light, romantic hue on the pitch as Harry lovingly guided her over.

 The nervous expression on her face was readable and Harry honestly couldn’t blame Ginny. This was a huge step in their relationship and he would definitely be sure to ask her if she was sure a million times before he finally entered her.

Their lips found one another’s in the familiar, hot snogs. Hands found places they’d never explored before as the clothing slowly disappeared from the teenagers forms.

The evening was fairly cold, but the heat of their hands, mouths and stares kept their bodies warm and the fire burning merrily in their bellies.

Kissing her hard, Harry murmured the customary, “Are you sure? It’s okay if you’re not.” To her. Over and over. Each time, her reply was the same.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her yes’s turned from agreements to loud, ecstatic moans as their bodies moved together and grass, dirt and flower petals settled its way in her fiery locks.

defence-against-the-drabbles:

(Hinny first kiss in fifth year for anon)

“Thanks for the help with Sirius.” Harry felt he could speak at a normal pitch, as the party carrying on around them was near to deafening.

“No problem, going against Umbridge is always fun.” Ginny had changed out of her Quidditch uniform, and Harry fancied he could smell her shampoo – in fact it was making him feel slightly dizzy.

“Great catch, too.” He didn’t understand why he was acting so much like a first year, but he could tell Ginny found it funny from her wry smile.

“Thanks. Still not as good as you though.” She paused. “The look on Cho’s face was priceless.” Harry shifted his weight – talk of Cho still made him a little embarrassed.

Ginny noticed that too, though she said nothing. She hoped that he wasn’t imagining Harry’s nerves, and that it had something to do with her. Being very recently single, she felt she shouldn’t kiss him, but when a third year pushed past her, shoving her into Harry’s chest, what was she to do?

Instead of stepping back, she leant into him, kissing him lightly, and his hands moved to her waist after a second’s hesitation.

ibelieveinsing:

Quidditch, I love this fan arts

britt315:

~Wherever I’m With You~

Some of the loved, and not so loved, Harry Potter characters!

Characters belong to JK Rowling.

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