#fizzyginfizz

[honeydukesheroine]

Ask Game! Thisonethisonethisone: 17. What's a book, movie, or show you think [character] would like? Since you write Harry, Ginny, Hermione and Ron POVs - pick any one. Or all. Or just one, because I don't want to distract you from writing your next chapter.

OMG!

I have zero clue if I stole this or made it up completely, but I have a completely formulated head canon that little Harry loved the Indiana Jones movies. He used to watch them while sitting on the stairs of Privet Drive so that Dudley wouldn't see him. Harry's hands would be gripping the banisters, eyes wide and completely sucked in. But tragically, sometimes Dudley would turn the VCR off early because it was "boring" and Harry just wanted to know WHICH WAS THE RIGHT GOBLET TO DRINK FROM?!?

For Hermione, I do kind of agree with what some people have said - that she wouldn't be an avid fiction reader. However, I imagine her reading the very high-brow classical stories. It's questionable if she actually enjoys them, or feels she *ought* to as a self-identifying well-read individual. In one of my chapters I had her reading Jane Eyre as a "comfort book" because I imagined that she would appreciate reading about a mature romantic figure who, despite reasons to deny his love, eventually proclaims his feelings in a very dramatic and honest way... in contrast to her own romantic situation at the time hehe.

I'll have to think for the other two...

Thanks for the ask @fizzyginfizz!

Send me a fandom writer's ask while I write my next chapter!

[ginnyw-potter-archive]

WIP Asks!

*gasp* I would love to hear about either one of your dancing WIPs! Dirty Dancing, Ballet?

Oooh I'll do both because I haven't had a chance about these! So both of these are kind of ideas I've had that I have not truly worked on but i have like a general story idea.

Dirty Dancing!AU Well you are all familiar with the Dirty Dancing movie, I hope? So here I switched it around. Ginny is a professional dancer and her old friend dance partner is Dean! Harry overhears some doofus be insulting to Ginny while registering dance classes so Ginny tells Doofus that she has no more dance spots free for him. And then Harry, to help her out, of course, books like 50 hours with her. So then inevitably when Dean gets injured (cause unknown), Harry can help them out.

Ballet!AU Well Ginny has had to work hard her whole life to get into this prestigious ballet school, having to go up against rich spoiled brats and the likes. She earned her spot and she takes it very seriously. Now when Harry comes in and he is obviously kinda Rich and men are hard to come by in ballet... she assumes he has not put in the work. But he actually has and just transferred in from another school. When she gets partnered with him for the lead roles, she is pissed af. This is her big dream and he is about to ruin it. Except he doesn't, and they practise a lot together and gain each other's trust doing lifts and such. Then when the big opening night comes Some Drama will ensue that is One Big Misunderstanding.

[thenicestthingiveseen]

💖 What is your primary writing goal for this year?

AND

💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

💖 - I want to be one of those people that either plans out their story completely before posting OR at least sticks to an actual posting schedule.

💥 - I’m dreading all the connecting scenes for what I have mapped out for year 5 of ‘in all chaos there is calculation’ I promise I can read. I’m most excited for the enemies to lovers HP prompt I got (I’m working on them anon!) I have a deep love for Slytherin!Harry and Slytherin!Ginny (shout out Annerb)

Right now it feels more like a stream of consciousness than a story but here’s something:

It’s like her family is afraid of her but also afraid for her. She knows she’s being unfair with how annoyed she is by all the coddling - especially from her brothers who could’ve (some may should have) paid her a shred of attention last year even after her sorting hat debacle.

She has nightmares and a fear that she doesn’t remember things from the day before. The only person she wants to talk to is bloody Harry Potter.

-

The way Harry treats her is no different than he treated her last year. Which is to say, he’s indifferent to her presence. Ginny feels silly for thinking him coming to save her in the Chamber would bond them for life or something, but she thought she’d at least get a friend out of the entire situation. He probably thinks she’s a silly little girl who managed to get possessed less than halfway through the school year. Ginny hates that. When she found out that Harry Potter had also beens sorted into Slytherin, she’d hoped that maybe they could become friends, that maybe her childhood fantasies weren’t in vain.

But, Harry kept mostly to himself. Only really talking with Blaise Zabini. And Ginny doesn’t particularly like Blaise Zabini.

There’s more, but it it needs to be fleshed out and I’m pumped!

[corneliaavenue-ao3]

helloooo who are your favourite hinny fanfiction authors? I’m trying to get back on the scene as it were

If you love WIP's @takeariskao3 is the author for you!!!! You should read Amnesia!Ginny fic, Already Gone, or second chance romance, read, The Path From You.

@brightlybound has some BANGERS

@starlingflight is also a brilliant writer and deserves so much love right now! My favorites are Falling All In You, the time before the kiss and Everything I Wanted, the time after the kiss

@fizzyginfizz for the funniest fics you will find. Please read Quidditch is For Losers and Hufflepup

@ginnyw-potter just does not stop writing???? So many fun AU multichapter fics. It is incredible

@seriouslysam8 has just created her own world within Harry Potter. It is truly incredible how much content she creates in this world. Start with Brumous!

@displayheartcode is putting out fic after fic of genderswap!Hinny

@honeydukesheroine is writing one of the best 6th year fics of all time right now: The In Betweens

@greenhousethree writes the prettiest things.

@annerbhp is not posting any new Hinny right now, but I need to make sure you read The Changeling and The Armistice Series. If you have not, ignore all of the above and read this.

And me. You should read some of what I have wrote in the hinny fandom <3 You should also check out my bookmarks for further recommendations! (the bookmark link is just my hinny tagged fics filtered!)

[tedwardremus]

Ginny's Very Serious Investigation

Dear Ginny,

I’ve just finished my expedition in South America, and it was absolutely marvelous! I can’t wait to tell you all about the new creatures I’ve encountered. 

I’m so excited to see everyone again. It feels like ages since we’ve all been together. I’ll be back very soon—probably by the end of the month.

Give everyone my love and start warming up the kettle; I’ve missed your tea.

With lots and lots of love,

Luna

P.S. Oh I forgot to tell you - I’ve gotten married! His name is Rolf, and he’s quite wonderful We’ve been traveling together for a while now, and it seems that husbands like to follow their wives home, so he’ll be coming along when I return to London. I think you’ll like him!

Ginny read the letter three times, her eyes widening with each pass. Finally, she couldn’t keep it to herself any longer. “Harry!” she shouted, her voice echoing through their cottage with urgency.

Footsteps thundered up the stairs, and seconds later Harry burst into the kitchen, his hair still dripping from the shower. "Everything alright?" he asked, breathless, his eyes darting around the room for signs of danger.

"No!" Ginny yelled, clutching the letter like it was about to explode.

Harry’s gaze instantly flicked to the high chair, where little James was joyfully slapping his hands into a bowl of porridge, sending bits of it flying across the kitchen. "What’s going—?"

"Oh, we’re fine," Ginny interrupted, rolling her eyes as she saw the familiar tension in Harry’s stance. "Silence the Auror alarms going off in your head. It’s just this. From Luna." She shoved the letter into Harry’s hands, barely containing her grin.

Harry took the parchment, his brow furrowing as he quickly read through the contents. As he reached the end, a small snort escaped him. He looked up at Ginny, an amused gleam in his emerald eyes. "Are we sure this Rolf bloke is a man? And not a very loyal stray dog she met?"

Thank you to the incredible @fizzyginfizz for beta reading this fic and sharing her wonderful advice on writing humor with me. Making people laugh is a skill and you are a master at it.

[sophie-hatter-jenkins]

New Writing!

Ginny Weasley character study written for @ladiesofhpfest Character Chic. I'm really pleased with this one!

Body positivity is a social movement that promotes a positive view of all bodies, regardless of size, shape, skin tone, gender, and physical abilities. Proponents focus on the appreciation of the functionality and health of the human body instead of its physiological appearance. Eight lessons that Ginny Weasley learns about her body, and her changing relationship with it, throughout her life.

HUGE thanks go to two wonderful writers for their help:

Firstly @fizzyginfizz who beta read this for me and was so supportive and had so many brilliant suggestions, really building my confidence in this piece - thank you for everything!

Secondly, to @whinlatter, who has written several fantastic Ginny metas that I found super helpful when I was thinking through how to approach this piece.

They both have fabulous Ginny-POV WIPs, (Quidditch is for Losers and Beasts respectively), which you should go and read NOW if you haven’t done so already!

Rated M for language, mature themes and discussion/depiction of sex

9k words

Snippet below the cut

The Weasley family, as was apparent to anyone who cared to notice, came in two very different varieties

Some of them were really-Weasleys, like their Dad - tall, lanky, all hands and feet. Bill was a really-Weasley, as were Percy and Ron. The others were really-Prewetts, like their Mum. Charlie and the twins were really-Prewetts. Really-Prewetts were shorter and stockier, and just generally much more compact, as though the same amount of person was somehow compressed into a much smaller body.

Ginny didn’t really give much thought to the distinction between really-Weasleys and really-Prewetts when she was a child. Obviously she knew that some of her brothers were tall and thin, and some of them were… not. Equally obviously, she knew that her Mum was also… not. So yes, she knew - of course she knew. It’s just that she never really considered it in relation to her . Though to be fair, Ginny was very much on the small side, even before it became clear which side of the family she would take after, so perhaps the signs were there had she cared to notice.

Eleven year old Ginny was, quite frankly, absolutely tiny, just a little dot of a thing really. She felt so small and so intimidated as she huddled in the corner of her train carriage on her way to school for the very first time. Ron had promised to look after her on the journey, but he wasn’t there, and neither was Harry (lovely, lovely Harry), and Ginny didn’t know why. Instead, she made herself even smaller (which wasn’t hard, cocooned as she was in her hand-me-down robes, so large she could have used them as a tent), hoping that no one would notice her as she scribbled messages in her diary to her new friend Tom. She told him how tiny she felt, lonely and afraid and scared by this new world around her. Everyone else seemed so big and so confident, swishing their wands with abandon. Ginny already felt anything but; overlooked and overwhelmed, shrinking further by the second. 

Continue reading on AO3

[starlingflight]

Apparently there was an AO3 outage?

and now @merlinsbudgiesmugglers wants me to share 100 words of a WIP so here is a little snippet of an upcoming chapter of Bewitched:

“And what are you supposed to be?” Ginny asked, eyeing his leather jacket and jeans – the same thing he wore most days – as she reached him. “Forgive me for saying so, but I don't think ‘Harry Potter’ is a credible Halloween costume.”

Harry returned her assessing look with one of his own, his eyes slipping over her short black dress in a way that made her stand straighter without really meaning to.. “Says the woman dressed as a cat – is your sexy nurse outfit in the laundry?”

“Excuse me, a cat is a classic for a reason.” Her attempt to sound indignant was greatly undermined by Harry’s infectious grin, which she couldn't help but return. “I think it captures my cute but aloof personality very well, actually.”

Tagging @fizzyginfizz @brightlybound and @constitutionalweasleymonarchy because AO3 is no longer down but I still like snippets 👀

[brightlybound]

Your favorite Hinny fics? I love JSYK ILY btw 💖

Aw! Thanks so much! 🤗 I can't believe I'll be posting the epilogue tomorrow. JSYK ILY has been so much fun to write. I might have to revisit epistolary prose again in the near future...

As for my favorite hinny fics (off the top of my head and in no particular order):

Already Gone by @takeariskao3 (amnesia au)

Chasing by @greenhousethree (post-war)

Beasts by @whinlatter (post-war)

Quidditch Is For Losers by @fizzyginfizz (canon-esque slow burn)

The coffeehouse au half awake and almost there and the sex shop au Come Again by @annerbhp

And pretty much anything written by @ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey

[redheadwannabesblog]

Five for Five friday (Saturday)

i was tagged by the lovely @dream-with-a-fever and @fizzyginfizz. Five sentences of a wip and tag five friends

Thanks so much for the tag. 

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CRACK 

The sharp sound from the beater’s bat against the bludger filled the open air. The bludger shot across the sky as Ginny loosened her grip on the bat. 

“Nice shot!” Demelza cheered. 

Ginny preferred tossing a quaffle but there was something satisfying about taking one’s anger out on a bludger and with the rage she was feeling this seemed far more healthy than taking it out on its actual target. 

Ginny couldn’t shake her anger and hurt from the night before. She went back into position and gripped the bat tightly and through gritted teeth shouted “AGAIN” the bludger came shooting straight for her.

That look of judgement on Ron’s face from the night before flooded her mind.

That unfinished sentence she had interrupted repeated in her head. What was he going to call her, “ a slut, slag, Scarlett woman!!!”

CRACK  she struck her mark again and the ball shot across the field. 

no pressure tagging ❤️

@startanewdream @sophie-hatter-jenkins @ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey @seriouslysam8

[ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey]

Hi! I thought about a fic when i read what you said: "the hardest thing isn't writing a character that's smarter than you, it's writing a character that's funnier than you"

Have you read @fizzyginfizz "Quidditch is for loosers"? It's peak Ginnyness imo, and i find it incredibly clever how she writes funny stuff, it's soooo hard! Specially because I believe that what we find funny can be very subjective (i mean, all things are subjective in a way, but what i mean is sometimes there's history and context behind a joke that makes it funny for a certain closed group, like a friend group, or a generation, or a country, or mixture of those...)

(Anyway i don´t know if i explained myself, it's midnight where i live and just finished work LOL) have a great week!!

Hope you've had a great week, too, anon.

You know, I don't know how I've missed this fic??? But I hadn't read it before. Your comment inspired me and I dove into the first few chapters last night and you're right, this fic is hilarious. @fizzyginfizz love your Ginny voice, I can't wait to read the rest.

If, like me, you hadn't read this yet, do it???

[honeydukesheroine]

For your writer asks (because I'm nosy, too - I loooooove to read writers on writing!)

14) Is there something you wish readers would pick up on more in your stories?

18) Are there emotions that come to you easily while writing? Or ones that are difficult for you to describe?

Thanks for the ask @fizzyginfizz!

14) Is there something you wish readers would pick up on more in your stories?

Hm, easy answer is I wouldn't expect readers to pick up on certain things right now! But particularly in the last 5 chapters I've been pushing some themes and foreshadowing now that I've got an outline for my Ginny POV story for Deathly Hallows. I'd never presume that someone would read my works twice! But in the future (once I get to the DH story), if they did, they'd find some cool nuggets. Truly, in the end, I do it because it's just fun for me to play with the execution :) Also in the last 5-6 chapters, I've come up with little tricks for myself to help fuel inspiration. These I'd never expect anyone to pick up on. Maybe they do, and I'm not as clever as I think? Idk. Like for instance, in my last chapter. I wanted to run with the "glowing hand" idea and use it to contrast Ginny's reactions to Harry vs. Dean and her personal battle vulnerability overall. So, I made Ginny's left hand the warm/Harry hand. And then later her right is the one stretched out the window, gets cold, and is warmed by the left hand. Then I imagined Dean was holding her right hand, making her feel cold, stiff, and fragile - mirroring her changing view of him. Just something I did in my mind to make myself feel more *creative* and craft elements of the chapter. And in Hermione's last chapter, she's holding Jane Eyre and there are a few motifs from that novel sprinkled throughout (burning sheets, porridge, "emotional home", etc.) that I felt fit the scenario and character. But those are just for me and I'd never expect people to actually pick that up! And you might've seen when you beta'd for me, but I also imagine the Gryffindor Quidditch team like individuals from a "royal court" which helps me frame how I might make them interact (but not in an obvious way). Ginny = warrior princess, Demelza = lady in waiting, etc etc... Just silliness because I'm not terribly creative on my own.

18) Are there emotions that come to you easily while writing? Or ones that are difficult for you to describe?

Humor is so tough for me! Knowing how to craft a funny situation or exchange can take me quite a while. My day to day humor is very inside-jokey and dry. So it's a challenge to make humor that I think a wide audience might find funny. So that's why I admire your writing! Because you do have a good balance of comedy and depth. Come easily? Ah, the morally grey comes easily (what does that say about me? 🫣). I need to keep myself in check with the darker, more angsty side of things.

[four2andnew]

Tagged by @fizzyginfizz, and I left this so dang late, but I'm glad you got me opening my WIPs and looking, so THANK YOU!!

my words: because, normal, right, less

because

this one comes from A Rose in Winter

And yet, he remained behind closed doors. It was enough to make Ginny angry, but the more she tossed and turned, the more she came to recognize that her anger was really guilt. Guilt that she had kept such a wonderful man at arm’s length simply because he was embarrassed by his scars. Guilt that she was attracted to a man who wasn’t her husband. Guilt that she ran to Leo while her husband laid bedbound, the fact that Leo wasn’t there to answer her call eased her guilt none.

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Also from A Rose in Winter

“Come in,” she called, her hands twitching at her sides in anticipation. Harry entered her suite confidently, his normal hooded cloak absent but his mask still firmly in place. He stopped short at the sight of her body silhouetted by the glow of the fire through her thin nightdress. Ginny smiled at him, her eyes drinking in the sight of his loose shirt and breeches. She had never seen him more relaxed. “Gods Ginny, warn a bloke next time.”

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Finally, one from the WIP I know y'all are waiting for - GWiaS; fair warning, this one is almost certainly getting edited

"Father is demanding the board of governors to remove Dumbledore immediately," Draco looks around at his audience with a dramatic pause before he whispers, "I expect it won't take much to remove the old bat, what with Lockhart not having the right credentials and Trelawney passing out her anti-government, conspiracy theory flyers. Father is very friendly with Fudge in the Department for Education - the head of department you know. The board will listen to him."

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Kinda cheating on this one, but it also comes from A Rose in Winter

Ginny took one last look around the room, with its dark wood panelling and ornate plaster ceiling. Everything in the room seemed designed to broadcast wealth and elegance, but all Ginny could notice was the worn carpet under the chairs and the lingering stench of tobacco soaked into the fabric of the chairs. She supposed the meeting could have gone better, but she found it hard to be upset. These men would have always belittled her unless she and Harry had come in kissing their toes. She found solace in knowing she would never win their affection, it took some of the pressure off.

I'm not tagging anyone because I let this sit for so long!!

[ginnyw-potter-archive]

Brooms, butts and butterbeer Written for @hinnymicrofic, @fizzyginfizz and @honeydukesheroine Hinnymicrofic November prompt 22: Player

This one got a little out of hand... full piece is on AO3 but here is the short version:

Harry looked at the paper, a little confused and wondered why the university’s Quidditch team would train at what looked like an ice rink. He knew attending a mixed magical and muggle university would have been a challenge, but he wanted to support what Hermione had called ‘a better integration of magical folks into muggle society’.

He shook his head and was about to reach out to the door when he noticed a redheaded girl, looking as confused as he felt. She has freckles all over her face and every other piece of skin he could see, and her bright brown eyes were focused on the same paper he had received.

“Ice rink? That doesn’t make any sense,” she mumbled to herself.

“Oh, I thought that was just me,” he commented, watching her.

She looked up in surprise, only noticing him now. She looked him up and down. “You also thought brooms and assumed…” Her eyebrows raised.

He nodded in confirmation. “Yes. I wonder what I actually signed up for.”

“We may still need to pass tryouts.” She didn’t hesitate and pulled open the door and walked in. “Only one way to find out.”

Harry followed her inside. He almost bumped into her when she stopped abruptly.

“Ah,” she went. “Curling. Curling has brooms.”

“We could just leave…” Harry said but before either of them had the chance to back out, a strapping young man walked up to them, looking extremely excited.

“Our sweepers are here!” he said, shaking hands with both of them. “I am so excited we have two players joining! I’m Toby, the skip; I lead the team.”

The girl put on a serious face. “Glad to be here. When do tryouts start?”

Toby froze and then let out a laugh. “We are just glad we had any candidates at all! Without you, we couldn’t enter the championship and it has been my dream…” He looked incredibly hopeful.

Harry didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to shatter the poor man’s dreams, but this was not what he expected.

[tomjamesavery]

Little Hinny drabble I wrote. I am not a writer, so please bear with me and don't expect too much. :'D

Coldness and Curling. inspired by @fizzyginfizz, @honeydukesheroine and @ginnyw-potter Ginny’s laugh echoed over the snowy field as she was running, turning around sporadically to look over her shoulder.

January had come and gone and February brought a new wave of fresh snow, which arrived together with a strong and freezing cold front. Ginny finally stopped in her tracks, whipping her brows off the icy little flakes of snow that were sitting there, she was wearing a long grey coat with a blood-red Gryffindor scarf that had her mum's knitting written all over it. She merely had time to wipe some of the snow off her trousers before a strong force tackled her from behind, making them both tumble face first into the soft fresh, and to her dismay, freezing cold snow

“Ha—mph-arry” the words struggling to leave her mouth through the dense snow as she scrambled through the thick layer of white, furiously swatting at the giggling figure of her boyfriend, laying half on her back and half in the snow behind her.

In the blink of an eye she was back on her legs, already scooping up a big pile of snow, and before Harry had contemplated what she was doing a huge pile of snow landed on his face, oh so conveniently making it into his jacket and jumper.

He let out a high screech that had Ginny cross her arms in front of her chest in victorious fashion, a smirk crossing her features.

She had a glint in her eyes as she watched him struggling to get the snow out from under his clothing, and couldn’t contain her giggle when it seemed to reach yet another patch of bare skin in his unfortunate attempts to get rid of it.

Ginny laughed “Come on, stop acting like you’re made out of sugar, it’s not like you’d melt” she raised an eyebrow, another small smirk crossing her lips “Not that I’d complain, if I'd get to lick you up afterward.” earning her a sharp intake of breath from Harry, as she finally took a step towards him, helping him to get rid of the last freezing remnants still trapped in under his shirt. “What do you mean with, lick me up” Harry breathed, his cheeks flushed not only from the cold of the snow. Ginny’s eyes twinkled “Well if you would stop acting like a damsel, maybe you would find out,” she told him with a smirk  “Now come on, or you’ll really turn into an icicle out here.” she gestured towards the village of Hogsmeade, that they were on their way to “let’s get back and warm up a bit”. They strode towards the village in compassionate silence, only broken by the sounds of the freshly fallen snow, crunching under their boots, as they held hands, their cheeks flushed pink from the freezing weather.

They stepped through the gates of the village and Ginny’s eyes fell on a huge tent that was spread out over the main square of the little wizarding village. she turned towards Harry, eyes wide “What is this, I have never seen this before” Harry only shrugged as he met her gaze, the same confused look on his face as on hers “I have no idea, do you want to check it out?”

Ginny had not to be told twice as she took off towards the peculiar tent, leaving Harry standing behind her, and she slowly took in the object in front of her. The Tent was red and white striped and reminded her of those muggle circuses her Dad told her about when she was younger, yet it still kept this distinct look, that instantly told her, that this was indeed not a muggle’s work, but something magical. She reached the front and stared at the big entrance in awe “Magical Curling Tournament” she silently mouthed the words written in big ornate script across the front opening of the tent, as she heard Harry coming to a stop right behind her. “Magical Curling? Never heard of that, what’s that even supposed to mean?” his voice confused. Ginny turned towards him, and their eyes met, and she almost lost herself in the deep emerald green orbs of her boyfriend, before she caught herself again “I have no clue, but why not go in and find out” she quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him in behind her, earning her a low giggle that made her cheeks heat up.

They scurried through the large tent, taking in the various decorations and fancy craftmanship, as they stepped onto a wooden platform, which seemed to be carved to a Christmas theme, with little reindeers and brooms, making up the handrails.

“Look, they’re throwing these things” Harry pointed to her left making her eyes snap to the peculiar scene of a portly old wizard throwing something that she couldn’t describe, onto a long field that seemed to be fully made out of ice. She was about to take a step towards the show as the older wizard simply stumbled on the slippery floor, landing butt first on the ice, and rewarding them with a loud and clear hiccup, that in combination with his very red nose told her, that he might have had a butterbeer or two too much.

She turned around and met her boyfriends amused gaze, as they both let out a quiet laughter, that made her warm from the inside. Before she could say anything else a female voice broke them out of their badly hidden laughing fit, making her now turn toward the stranger. “Do you want to try as well? It's five galleons per hour” The witch was smiling at them and at the visibly unsure looks on their faces, continued talking “Ohh, it’s no problem if you don’t know how it works, I can show you and we provide the curls and brooms as well” she told them honestly. Ginny looked at Harry, who shot her a confirming smile, before she turned back towards the friendly witch, with a bright smile “Sure, why not, seems fun enough” as the witch simply beamed at her. They listened attentively as the witch whose name they learned was Miranda, explained to them the basic rules and what to do as well as not to. Harry looked like his head was spinning but Ginny was following her. As Miranda finally finished explaining the Game to them, Harry seemed overwhelmed as he shook his head “I feel like I know even less than before.” making Ginny laugh, “No, I think I got it, it doesn’t sound that complicated to be honest” she turned towards the ice field, a confident look on her face “since we’re only two, I think we can leave the brooms, like Miranda said, and just focus on getting our Curl as close to the Centre as possible” Harry nodded, “got it” he took in her excited form raising his eyebrows in amusement, “Do you want to go first?” Ginny eagerly nodded “The queen always goes first!” she exclaimed, making him snort, as she picked up her first curl. It felt heavier than she expected, and she carefully lifted it, making her way towards the throwing line. She focused her look on the red and yellow circle that was her goal and evened her breathing as she felt Harry’s eyes burn on the back of her head. With a swift step forward she released the curl in one big motion, that made it skate across the ice towards the circle with an alarming speed. She held her breath as it seemed to slow down, seemingly unsure to keep going, as it finally came to a halt right next to the middle of the circle, making her let out a winning “Haaa!” She turned towards Harry whose mouth was wide open as he stared at the curl, placed almost perfectly in the Centre of the Circle, seemingly not believing the sight that had played out before his own eyes.

She straightened her back, crossing her arms in her classic victory pose, that he knew all too well. “The Queen strikes, the Queen scores!” Her lips curled as her confident gaze lingered on her boyfriend who still seemed frozen in time, before he finally shook his head and met her eyes. A smile crossing his lips, which made him look way more handsome than he had any right to be “You are a menace” he breathed, now stepping towards her, as his arms circled around the small of her back, and Ginny’s hands went around his neck instinctively as their faces were now mere centimetres from each other and she could feel his hot breath on her lips “And you love it” she mocked him, before their lips crashed into each other, as they lost themselves in each other’s embrace, making the world feel just right. No cold front, no ice, and no snow stopping the heat that seared through their bodies at this very moment, as the curls laid next to them completely forgotten.

[corneliaavenue-ao3]

@takeariskao3 asked me to post 100 words of a WIP, so she gets a treat and everyone who follows me will be disappointed to know it isn't Hinny

"I want a rematch." Rin rolled her eyes, scoffing as she replied, "I nearly killed you last time we sparred. Are you that suicidal, Yin Nezha?" Yes. "No." Rin narrowed her eyes. "What do you even get out of this besides a trip to the medic?" "I get to improve my combat skills by sparring with the only person at this school who can outmatch me." Nezha smirked, taking a step further into Rin's space. "And you also get the opportunity to actually learn combat at a military school. Jun isn't going to teach you. Jiang refuses to let you fight. I'm your best bet at actually learning something useful." Rin shoved Nezha away from her. "You're an asshole." "But I'm right." Rin set her face into a hard glare. "Fuck off." "So is that a yes?"

I am going to make these losers actually hang out at Sinegard, even if they hate each other

I am just going to tag @fizzyginfizz because I want a snippet of Quidditch is for Losers

[sophie-hatter-jenkins]

tag game: pick stuff from your room and have people vote on which one they want to take home.

I was tagged by @ginnyw-potter

I am tagging @merlinsbudgiesmugglers @fizzyginfizz and @honeydukesheroine