#happy birthday ginny

[potterheadlovespotter]

Happy Birthday To A Girl, WHO IS TRULY UNSTOPPABLE.

I

PRESENT

YOU

GINEVRA

MOLLY

Potter!

Art credits go to @blvnk-art and well, I am er...sorry I don't remember the other's name, but your art is amazing.

[sybill-the-seer]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GINNY WEASLEY MY QUEEN

[dreamymidnights]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GINNY!

My favorite character of HP and probably one of my favorites of all the fandoms I am a part of. I love and admire her so freakin much, it's actually strange that she is fictional.

I'm forever believing that Taylor announced 1989TV in her honor, idgaf. Happy Ginny and 1989TV week 💙

[ellie-e-marcovitz]

Happy birthday to Ginny!

[importantfunnyonanime]

Happy birthday Ginny!! My absolute favorite badass witch, I hope you're having the time of your life celebrating rn.

[nuatthebeach]

scrolling through tik tok and watching all the hp edits that AREN’T addressing Ginny’s mf birthday got me like 😃 is you s1r130us

[roonilwazlibweasley]

I just know that James Potter II just signs his names on Albus’ gifts and pretends they were from him.

[romqnticstylez]

[chasegrangerkingdom]

Me and Harry broke up due to religious incompatibility. He didn't accept I was a goddess.

Ginny Weasley. 

[luminously-leo]

sure happy birthday to me whatever more importanTLY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO GINNY WEASLEY!!!

[lytefoot]

Happy Birthday to Ginny Potter, nee Weasley, who will spend much of the day bragging to her husband and their friends that, unlike certain people we could name, she will still be in her 30s for another entire year.

Added bonus--

Rolf (via wizard skype) - I’m 34. Ginny - Silence, infant!

[magictookourmemories]

From Bonnie Wright’s IG Story. ❤️💛⚡️

[gjnnypotter]

I wrote one for Harry, so I couldn’t not write one for Ginny too! Happy Birthday Ginny :)

Ginny Weasley was not a morning person. She would choose the appealing warmth and comfort of her bed over anything else that was put against it, and she would do so with little to no hesitation. To her, there was no greater pleasure in life than nestling into her duvet with a cup of tea to hand.

There was only one day of the year when she threw this philosophy of hers out of the window in favour of rising early. Not Christmas, no - but her birthday. She had woken up at silly o’clock on the 11th of August ever since she could remember. It was a tradition, and she had no qualms about following this particular tradition of hers at all.

She woke up slowly, as she did every day. She wasn’t like her boyfriend. She didn’t understand how he could wake up and then immediately feel ready to start the day. Taking her time in the morning was her forte. She groaned quietly as she lifted her head slightly off the pillow and saw the time glaring back at her from the small blue clock on her bedside table.

5:30 AM

Ginny smiled to herself and swung her legs over the side of the bed, her hair falling into her face and obscuring her vision as she stood. She padded lightly down the hall and through to the bathroom, quickly brushing her teeth to get rid of the mossy feeling she had when she woke. She paused - toothpaste dribbling down her chin, her arm still raised holding the brush - as she heard the clattering of pans and muffled swearing from down the stairs. Ginny narrowed her eyes suspiciously. Her boyfriend was meant to be in the office by now, as far as she knew he didn’t have the day off. It could’ve been one of her brothers or sisters-in-law making the racket in the kitchen, but she doubted it.

Interesting start to this Birthday I suppose. She thought wryly as she crept down the carpeted stairs of their small cottage. Her wand in one hand, and toothbrush still in the other. With her back to the wall - she stealthily inched towards the kitchen door. Her heart felt as though it was beating out of her chest. Taking a calming breath, she exhaled and kicked the door open.

‘Expelliarmus!’ She shouted, aiming at the person who was crouched on the floor without really taking in who it was. The person ducked low and her spell hit the cupboard door just behind them. She opened her mouth to send another spell, when the person stood up and faced her - their face set in a mixture of bafflement and shock.

‘What the hell Ginny?!’ Ginny lowered her wand with a sigh of relief, before she responded with heat to equal his.

‘What do you mean “what the hell?’ I should be asking you that! Merlin Harry, what the fuck are you doing?’

Harry simply looked at her for a moment, his mouth opening and closing as she thought of what to say.

‘This was meant to be a nice surprise! I thought you were going to wake up a bit later, you woke up at six last year. You’re not meant to be up yet!’

Pots and pans were strewn across the floor, the cupboard that they belonged in was open and empty. It looked like there had been an avalanche. There was flour on the counter and in Harry’s hair - the white powder standing out in stark contrast to his dark locks. It looked as though he had been baking.

‘What are you doing?’ She asked suspiciously, ‘You’re meant to be at work aren’t you?’

‘And you’re meant to still be asleep.’ He responded sarcastically, smirking at her before he went back to cleaning up the floor. Ginny took a seat at the table, watching him tidy while she summoned her dressing gown from their bedroom.

‘Robards gave me the day off. I asked him weeks ago. My plan was to keep it quiet and then-‘ he paused as he stood up and pushed the cupboard door shut, turning to grin dazzlingly at her, ’-see your face light up as I served you breakfast in bed. Though that part hasn’t gone the way I expected it to.’

Ginny smiled, her dressing gown fluttering behind her as she walked over to him and wrapped herself in his embrace.

‘I’m sorry for ruining your surprise,’ Her words muffled as she spoke into his chest, ‘though I can’t help but wonder where that breakfast you were making is?’ She stood on her tip-toes and kissed him lightly, then backed away back to her seat at the table.

‘You’re so subtle.’ He teased. Ginny watched in interest as he opened up the fridge and carefully took out something out, his lean frame blocking her from seeing what it was. He grabbed a wooden tray and placed the thing on it, then he pulled his wand out of his pocket and conjured a flower and a glass to put it in before placing that on the tray too along with a steaming mug. He carried it over and put it on the table in front of her. Ginny looked from the tray to Harry. She tried her hardest to keep a straight face, though on the inside she felt like she was falling in love with him all over again.

‘The flower was overkill.’

‘I thought as much.’

‘The tea looks good though.’

‘I’d bloody well hope it does, I know how to make a good cuppa.’

Ginny nodded, fighting with herself to keep her expression neutral. She pointed at the slice of cake he had cut for her and quirked an eyebrow in question.

‘I made your favourite cake. Blue.’ He deadpanned. She snorted and couldn’t stop the giggles that escaped her lips.

‘I love it. You didn’t have to do this.’ Ginny said as she kissed him again, drawing it out this time.

‘Anything for you. Happy Birthday.’ He said, kissing the top of her head as she hugged him once more.

‘You can put down the toothbrush though you know.’

[fredrweasley]

happy birthday ginny weasley

august 11, 1981

“anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve”

[annerbhp]

A little sneak peak at a project? Maybe the friends with benefits fic? It’s Ginny’s birthday after all...

I’m terrible at picking snippets to share. But sure, here you go. Happy birthday, Ginny!

A bit from the first chapter of we can’t control (watch me unfold):

She joins Ron after Harry leaves, standing quietly in the group, a slight frown on her face.

“What’s up with you?” Ron eventually asks, giving her a leery glance.

She rubs at her temples. “Nothing. Just a stupid headache. Those press meetings are a bloody nightmare.”

“Well,” he says, “if you didn’t get up at the crack of dawn to practice and actually slept in a bit like normal people…”

“I’m too tired to even tell you to go fuck yourself,” she says, leaning against his arm.

Ron lets out a bark of laughter. “Now I know you’re exhausted.”

Hermione is frowning at her. “Why don’t you head back to the flat? Get an early night.”

Ginny pulls a face. “Ugh. You’re making me feel like an old lady.”

“Well, if it complains like an old lady and goes to sleep early like an old lady…” Ron says.

She pokes her tongue out at him. “This old lady is going home.”

His brow furrows. “You’re gonna get back okay on your own?”

Ginny rolls her eyes. “Yes, Ronald,” she says, pressing a kiss to his cheek. As much of a pain in the arse as he is, she really misses him.

Stopping to say goodbye to a few more people on her way out, she finally heads out into the dark street. She strolls around the corner, not wanting to look too eager or anything, and Harry is waiting in front of the closed coffee shop.

“Fancy meeting you here,” she says.

He turns, smiling at her, and her stomach makes a nice little lurch. Yes, this is exactly what she needs.

“Come here often?” he asks, reaching for her arm.

She lets him pull her close this time, but not without making a face at the horrid pickup line. “Are you trying to make me change my mind?”

He’s taller than she first realized, or maybe that’s just having him this close, the broadness of his shoulders seeming to dwarf her. His eyes, she realizes, are actually a deep green behind the lenses of his glasses.

“Definitely don’t want you to change your mind,” he says, ducking his head towards hers.

She lifts up, meeting him halfway, knowing it’s best this way, to at least get some small inkling of what she’s getting herself into before she walks into some strange bloke’s flat.

You can tell a lot about a guy from the way he kisses, and Harry’s approach can be best described as assertive, walking that perfect line between wet blanket and bluntly aggressive. He doesn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, his thumb firm against her chin as he feels her out, like she’s being analyzed just as closely. She adds methodical and thoughtful to the list she’s building in her head.

She gives him a few moments to work it out before she deliberately takes control of the kiss, just to see how he’ll react, and he lets her without resistance, making a low sound in his throat like maybe it does things for him and that’s promising as hell, because it is definitely doing things for her.

She pulls back just far enough to speak. “Is your apartment far?”

“Bit of a stretch,” he says, voice low and rough, and fuck, she is not feeling particularly patient at the moment. “Mind if I take us there?”

As she’s already plastered up against him, she only needs to wrap her arms firmly around his waist. “By all means.”

His body barely shifts before she feels the telltale squeeze and pull of apparition. It doesn’t last more than a few seconds, the two of them appearing on a dark sidewalk without a sound.

Christ, if he’s even half as skilled in the bedroom, she is in for a fantastic night.

[disneyprinceronweasley]

what a wonderful day to remember Ginny Weasley is an amazing human being who deserves all the love in the world