#quidditch player ginny

[ree-dee-art]

Ginny

[ravenclawcumlaude]

Working on this all day and still need to add color. Created by me in Procreate. Headcanon below.

This is the original photo spread before Harry had it changed.

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Headcanon: Ginny was given a full spread in Seeker Weekly after she started playing for the Holyhead Harpies as their new Chaser. She knew the photographer was at practice to capture some candid photos but she didn’t know images of her in her sports bra would end up published. When she asked for a magical retraction of the photos, she was told “Sorry sweetheart, sex sells.” She knew she couldn’t avoid Harry seeing the article. Not only had he been reading the publication cover to cover every week for years, he knew about the write up and the photo spread and was so excited for her. He’d planned to frame it. Now she couldn’t stand the idea of looking at herself every day, stretching her arms or caught in an awkward stance in her sports bra everyday, hung up on the wall behind glass. Her brothers would see it too! The humiliation. Why couldn’t they have just taken photos of her in her kit, completely covered in her new dragon hide gear? Ginny had felt so cool and grown up at her fitting. A professional Quidditch player! Not that her brothers cared. They weren’t huge Holyhead fans and Ron told her “Well, of course you’d make the all-girls team.” They were keen on getting tickets when she played their favorite teams though. Wankers.

Ginny met Harry for lunch as a planned celebration. He already had a copy of the magazine tucked under his arm. “Harry, please know it wasn’t on purpose. I didn’t know…” “It’s already been taken care of.” He interrupted her. “What? But I already contacted them and-“ “I pulled some strings and asked some favors. Unfortunately they won’t retract the current issues in rotation but they’re doing a re-print to replace them all. They are being pulled from the shelves as we speak.” Ginny was speechless. This must be a “Boy Who Lived” favor. Who knows how many more of those he would get away with. He’d used one…on her. For something he knew she would feel uncomfortable about. Unless it made him uncomfortable too?

“So you saw me in a sports bra and were so disgusted that you called in a favor to have them removed before anyone else could go blind?” She asked cheekily, giving him an appreciative pinch on the arm. “Ow! No! Quite the opposite! I’m trying to save everyone from being blinded by your beauty.” Ginny rolled her eyes. Harry took her by the arm and they walked into the restaurant. “Also,” he said, leaning into her ear and whispering low, “No one gets to see that except me.” Ginny flushed red and flared her green eyes at him, allowing him the possessiveness this one time.

[shaddowsong]

Illustrated Drabble #1

“You made it,” Ginny breathed, the beginnings of a wicked smirk on her face as she brought Hermione’s hand closer to her mouth.

Hermione flushed, still not quite used to this. Ginny had always been free with her affection when it came to those she loved, but being a close friend and being her wife were entirely different. She was still quite furious about the circumstances that lead to them being suddenly and irrevocably bound to each other, but perhaps it wasn’t so bad.

[sliebman10]

Betrayal

(Ginny/Luna, 142 words, @sapphicmicrofics

“Miss Weasley has been seen in the company of Mr. Potter and her brother, George, quite frequently. Are she and Potter rekindling their schoolyard romance?” Ginny read aloud from the gossip page in the Prophet. She looked over at Luna who was sitting across from her at the table. “Jealous?”

“Oh yes. Such a betrayal. I don’t know how I will live with myself,” Luna snickered. 

Ginny put the paper down and made a thoughtful noise. “Should we tell everyone? You know, let them get it right for once?”

Luna looked at her thoughtfully. “I honestly don’t care what others say about me, but it’s your career that you’re building. Have you talked to the Harpies’ PR team?”

Ginny sighed. “No. But I guess I should…” She threaded her fingers through Luna’s. “I just wanted to enjoy this a little bit longer.

[wizardemotions]

the question came to mind of "in your ship, how might the larger/stronger party pick up or carry the smaller one?" and these were the answers i came to

[corneliaavenue-ao3]

End Game

Ginny Weasley is playing for Great Britain's Quidditch Team in the first round of the World Cup. This is her fanbase's reaction to it.

Read on Ao3 here

yes this was orignally already posted on tumblr back in November, but now it is on Ao3

[idreamofdraco]

I have a job interview on Friday, so here's a collection of all my coworker or job/work-related Draco/Ginny fics. :)

[signetrings]

@potentialbreakupscng sent: ❛ are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you? ❜ - from ginny

draco was an inherently jealous person, regardless of how much he tried to feign callous indifference. it was increasingly harder to do just that when the subject of his current desire had been shoving another wizard in his face. "i am not jealous," draco scoffs, obviously jealous. "if you'd like to entertain a beater from a lesser team and risk their lack of skill rubbing off on you, then that's on you."

[solis-angelus]

I NEED. SOME QUIDDITCH FICS.

James Potter, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter any centric I don't care. Just gimme some quidditch focused fics please please please please pl-

[ravenclawcumlaude]

[alixandwrites]

i just wanted to share my picrews (for my next generation hogwarts ocs world) of the potter family <3

harry and ginny !! (look at his SCAR! i’m so proud of it! and i recently found a headcanon that the weasley’s were Jewish and i RAN with it)

james sirius potter (the only kid who gets to keep his name from canon lmao) and cedric gideon potter !! (who was albus severus but we all know that’s an awful name). they do not look related and i love them <3

and of course, pandora arthur potter ! (lily luna) the idea is that ginny and harry spoke to luna about naming their daughter after her, and she asked them to name her after her mother. (and then they wanted another sentimental name, so they went with arthur, for fun)

i love the potter family SO MUCH but they are but only side characters in the story i’m writing about seven friends at hogwarts (who are the same age as james sirius) which is over thirty thousand words sitting in my google docs

picrew credit to potatolord + some of my own edits

[sliebman10]

This was written for the HPFC drabble challenge with the prompt "Secret Hobbies." Thank you for choosing this as the first place piece ❤️❤️

The boys trooped back into the house, muddy and boisterous. Ginny watched surreptitiously from her perch on the stairs. They didn’t pay any attention to her as they made their way to the lav to clean up.

Ginny nimbly hopped down and slipped outside. Molly was busy elsewhere; she wouldn’t notice Ginny’s absence for a good while. She found her way to the broom shed and went in. The brooms were all ajumble, lying higgledy-piggledy on the floor. Ginny tutted to herself. It wasn’t enough that her older brothers got their own brooms, they didn’t even care enough to put them back neatly.

She loved her brothers, she did, but being the youngest and the only girl was hard sometimes.

They never let her play Quidditch with them.

But she would show them.

She took the broom that was on top of the pile. Charlie’s, by the look of it.

Taking it outside, she mounted and kicked off the ground; the familiar thrill of the flight flowing through her. She took a lap around the back of the Burrow property before taking the ball she brought with her out of her pocket and throwing it into the distance.

She sped up, lying almost flat on the broom and caught it before it fell. A satisfied grin spread over her face. “And Weasley makes the catch,” she whispered to herself as she tossed the ball again.

[xxlittle0birdxx]

'What do they say? All publicity is good publicity?' She didn't mention how the eventual settlement nearly bankrupted the fledgling company. Money that she never touched, if she could avoid it. It felt too much like blood money. Not many people knew about it, save for Hermione, who'd been a proverbial dog with a bone about it all, huffing under her breath that someone ought to look after Ginny's best interests, because no one else seemed to. She'd wanted to include the Harpies' owner, because who issued brand-new unfamiliar brooms to their team the morning of a league championship game? 'The inquest found them liable for it. They knew their brooms couldn't withstand even a school Quidditch match, and they sold them anyway.'

Harry paused, his fork halfway to his mouth. 'Aren't they still in business?'

'Yeah. Just not in the Quidditch business. They sell to blokes with more hair than sense, who use a fast broom to make up for other… diminished… qualities.'

[hp-fanfic-archive]

come take a sip by nans_bits_and_bobs Pairing: Ginny Weasley/Celestina Warbeck Rating: T Word Count: 200 Podfic available here Read by: wilfriede0815 Length: 0-10 minutes Ginny Weasley hates Celestina Warbeck. Until she meets her.

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[lordprettyflackotara]

sandman || fred weasley

smut 18+, minors dni

You lacked the capability to relax.

Being in Ravenclaw the expectations of the world were on your shoulders, not including the dementors that circled Hogwarts walls that made your skin crawl.

You had been up late studying with Hermione in the Gryffindor common room, who had already been dragged to bed by Ginny.

Clutching your quill you continued to scribble on the parchment paper, your temple beginning to throb.

“How did a Raven manage to fly into the lions den this late at night?” Fred Weasley’s recognizable voice asked you. You poked your head up from your Herbology textbook, Fred’s curious eyes watching you.

“I was studying with Hermione, she ditched me early. So much for an all nighter,” You explained, marking your page. You resisted the urge to fold the corners, placing your quill in between the pages about gillweed.

“Granger going to bed early to avoid studying? How out of character. Did you give her some of our drowsy draught potion?” Fred teased. You giggled, watching the lean quidditch player approach you. A white wife beater revealed how much muscle he truly had, his usual robes keeping them concealed.

He strode over to you confidently, taking a seat on the floor beside you. The fireplace cackled behind you, the warmth of the fire drawing Fred closer. “It’s almost three am, do you plan on sleeping?” Fred asked curiously. You knew as well as he did that he was notorious for sleeping through anything. Including the dreadful hail storm that once terrorized Hogwarts.

“I’m basically an insomniac at this point, I can’t relax for more than five seconds without racking my brain to solve an equation,” You admitted sheepishly. You nervously tucked your hair behind your ear as Fred leaned back on his hands. “Here turn your back towards me, I have some legit magic that’ll help you relax,” Fred told you. You hesitantly raised your eyebrow. The ginger tended to be a mischievous prankster, even if you weren’t a victim of his tricks.

“And you’re not going to prank me?”

“Pfft, of course not,”

“Promise Weasley?”

“I promise,”

You shifted around, your back now turned to Fred as you pulled your skirt down. You weren’t sure what to expect, acutely aware of how close you both were. Fred brushed your hair away from your back and over your shoulder, before beginning to massage your shoulders. “I thought you said this was magic,” You say timidly, his large hands massaging your skin with ease. Fred chuckled at your response, brushing some of his shaggy hair out of his face.

Merlin he needed a haircut.

“Yes this is the magic of relaxation,”

Your tense body began to slowly relax under Fred’s touch, the gingers eyes scanning your neck.

“Looks like you’re good at something other than pranks Weasley,” You say teasingly. Fred rolled his eyes. “I’m good at quidditch too ya know,” He countered. Fred could feel himself growing flustered as he continued massaging you, his eyes wondering down your figure.

“Your neck looks pretty tense, I can fix that for you if you want. I’ll just need you to turn around,” Fred offered, trying to appear cool and confident. You felt your face flush pink as you shifted around, facing him. You had never gotten a chance to interact with Fred one on one, George always connected to his hip.

The moment seemed oddly intimate, even though you had never considered relationships or sex worth your time. Yet the ginger sat in front of you with his large hands and soft lips, practically begging for you to kiss him. You had never considered yourself to be attracted to Fred Weasley, yet your body was yearning for more of his touch.

Fred couldn’t contain himself anymore, closing the gap between your lips and his. He tasted faintly of butterbeer, your eyes fluttering shut as your lips danced against his. Your arms found themselves around his neck, Fred’s hands slithering down to your waist. In a swift motion he had pulled you onto his lap, straddling him in front of the fire. Your fingers found his hair, small groans being swallowed by him as your hips bucked against his.

You could feel a wet patch growing in your panties, the soaked fabric rubbing right against Fred’s growing boner. His large hands slipped up your skirt, grabbing your ass. Your hips grinded against his, lust boiling in your stomach. “I wanna taste you,” Fred muttered against your lips, his words a confession. You felt heat rush to your cheeks as you briefly pulled away, Fred’s lips almost chasing yours.

“W-what Weasley?”

Fred brought his thumb to your lower lip, dragging it downwards.

“I want your lips wrapped around my cock as I make you cum on my face,”

His filthy words sent a shiver of arousal down your spine, right down to your cunt.

You went to unzip your skirt before Fred grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“Keep it on,” He whispered, his order teetering on the line of a plea. You swallowed as the ginger laid down in front of you, eagerly awaiting you. “I don’t wanna hurt you,” You admitted, causing the ginger to chuckle. You stood up, pushing your panties down to your ankles before stepping out of them.

“I’d be a lucky man if I were to die between your thighs. C’mere,” Fred told you. You kneeled down over his head, your cunt inches away from his face.

“Fred what if I crush-”

Your concern was silenced by Fred’s hands pushing you down onto his face. You whimpered as his warm tongue licked a stripe up your cunt before assaulting your clit. You felt your thighs tighten around his head as his hands kept you in place, your filthy noises becoming louder by the minute.

“Fuck, right fucking there,” You moaned, grinding your hips onto his mouth. His lips began to suck at your clit, causing your thighs to shake. Your eyes centered on Fred’s boner, his cock throbbing inside of his pajama pants. You leaned forward, hungrily shoving them down. The lack of boxers caused you to giggle as his cock landed on his stomach.

“No underwear huh? Naughty boy,” You teased. A sharp smack landed on your bare ass, causing you to winch in pain for a brief moment before Fred’s tongue brought you back to ecstasy.

The ginger was longer than you expected him to be. You took his shaft into your hands, bringing it into your mouth. A soft groan was muffled by your folds, encouraging you to sink your head further down onto his cock. You took as much of him as you could in your mouth, using your hand to jerk the rest of his cock.

Fred admired your determination and for a brief moment he considered switching positions, the thought of you on your knees for him mouth watering. Yet, there was something about having your pretty lips wrapped around his cock as he was buried into your pussy that pleased him more.

You tasted divine, much sweeter than any other girl he had fooled around with. He licked up your cunt, pushing his tongue inside of your hole. You were involuntarily animalistic, your hips having a mind of their own as Fred laid there in heaven.

Fred’s hips were beginning to do the same, bucking upwards. His cock hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag as saliva trailed down your chin. Fred momentarily pulled away from your dripping cunt, smirking as your juices coated his lips and chin. You took him out of your mouth, gasping for air.

“You sound so pretty when you gag on my cock. Do it again and i’ll make you cum,” Fred ordered. You tried to grind down onto Fred’s face but his strong hands kept you in place. You could feel his warm breath a mere inch away from your cunt, taunting you.

The idea of cumming on Fred Weasley’s face had never been more appealing to you.

Desperately you brought his cock back to your lips, shoving it down your throat. You forced yourself to keep his shaft in place as you gagged around him. Saliva was trailing down your chin and neck, beginning to dampen your blouse.

“Such a good listener aren’t we? What a good girl,” Fred praised, kitten licking your folds. You pulled back, inhaling deep breaths of air.

“Now be a good girl and ride my face until you make yourself cum,”

You leaned back hesitantly, gripping his chest for support as he placed his mouth back onto your cunt. It was as if he somehow had memorized your body, his tongue licking every right place. Your moans were sinful enough to wake up the entire Gryffindor house and it was a miracle no one had bothered to go into the common room.

“Freddie, I, fuck-” You groaned, a familiar knot in your stomach forming. His lips had wrapped themselves around your clit, sucking harshly at the sensitive bud as your thighs trembled around his head. His large hands kept you on his face, refusing to let you move away.

You could feel your cunt clench around nothing as your thighs began to shake, squeezing Fred’s head unintentionally. Unholy moans that were mantras of his name echoed off of the common room walls as you came. Euphoria had washed over you, your nails digging into Fred’s chest.

Fred licked and sucked at your clit until you slowly lifted off of him, your knees almost buckling as you shifted away from his face. You weakly sat beside him, your after orgasm glow apparent to the ginger in front of you. “Look at you, you’re so cute,” Fred teased, using his thumb to wipe away the remaining spit on your chin.

In a swift motion you brought your lips back to his, Fred rising to his knees. You could taste your juices on his lips as you roughly meshed your lips against his. Fred couldn’t take it anymore, pulling away to meet your gaze. He shrugged his wife beater over his head, discarding it without a second thought.

“Bend over for me, yeah?”

You turned around, bending over in front of him without a second thought. You could feel him lubricate the tip of his cock by running it up and down your folds. The sensation of it hitting your abused clit made you shiver. “You have no idea how long i’ve thought about doing this,” Fred confessed. A cool breeze hit your bare skin as Fred lifted up your skirt, exposing your ass in full to him. As he pushed inside of you his fingers gripped your waist forcefully, as if he were afraid you’d disappear.

“So full- shit,” You groaned, your eyes screwing shut as he bottomed out.

“You’re practically fucking milking my cock, merlin, you slut,” Fred groaned. Your cunt only clenched around him tighter at the sound of his degrading words, causing him to smirk.

He began picking up the pace, fucking into you slowly. Your noises only grew louder as his hips began to snap into yours faster. Fred’s thrust were merciless, his body chasing an ecstasy only you could provide.

Strings of curses mixed in with your name left Fred’s lips as he watched his cock go in and out of you. He was so deep inside of you that you almost thought you were seeing stars, your body drunk off of the feeling of his cock.

“You feel so good Freddie, so fucking- good,” You slurred, your words of encouragement only making Fred pound into you faster. His cock was abusing your g spot, causing your legs to shake as your knees dug into the carpet below you. You could feel the rug digging into your skin, making it raw which each thrust.

“I wanna fuck you everyday, make you my personal Raven,” Fred grunted. He could feel you getting closer to your final high, his hand slithering down to your swollen clit. You began to squirm as his fingers circled around your sensitive bud, unable to handle the fast circles he was drawing. “Oh- i’m gonna cum, I can’t, fuck!” You cried, your walls spasming as Fred ripped you into a state of euphoria.

Fred fucked you through your orgasm mercilessly, ravishing in the sight of you in a state of pure bliss. He was so focused on you that by the time he tried to pull out his cock it was too late, his cum painting the inner walls of your cunt. Your body was spent, slumping over onto the floor as Fred pulled out of you.

Two orgasms was all it took to get you to finally go to sleep. Fred smirked to himself as he shoved his pajama pants back on, your small sleeping body curled up into a ball in front of the fire. He grabbed your things, shoving them into a bag he knew he’d deliver to you in the afternoon when you ran into each other in defense against the dark arts.

He eyed your panties on the floor, contemplating putting them back on you. Instead a more mischievous thought came to mind, which caused him to decide to shove them in his pocket instead. He picked up your body up bridal style, carrying you upstairs to the girls dorm. Fred knocked on the door, hoping whichever gryffindor girl opened it wouldn’t be a first year.

A sleepy Hermione Granger opened the door, rubbing her eyes as her vision settled. “Y/n is still here?” She asked. Her mind was already scrambling itself on what to do, the responsibility of being a prefect weighing on her shoulders. “Yeah she finally just went to sleep, I don’t think I can deliver her to Ravenclaw tower at this hour,” Fred shrugged. Hermione stared at Fred, shirtless and hair messy. He looked like a wreck, and you didn’t look much better.

Questions were on the tip of her tongue, ones she decided could wait until the morning. Hermione knew there were a few extra beds that were designated for first years, but in emergencies they would have to do. “The spare beds are to the right, be very quiet and don’t pull anything stupid,” Hermione said sternly. Fred carried you inside of the room, ignoring the dozens upon dozens of sleeping gryffindor girls. Hermione trailed close behind him, ensuring he wasn’t up to any funny business.

“How’d you get her to go to sleep anyways? Shes practically an insomniac,”

Fred shrugged, laying you down and bringing the red colored comforter up to your shoulders.

“I’m not sure myself, guess you can call me the sandman,”

[bunny-1111]

How the Slytherin boys would react to you getting into a physical fight with another student

Tom:

he would be so nonchalant

he would see, you all hands on deck

break it up

pull you away

when he's walking you off, you're catching your breath

he would say, "Pull yourself together" so sternly

"I don't need people saying I'm dating a classless troll, hear me"

when you nod with embarrassment, he would roll his eyes

leading you to his dorm, you would gather the courage to ask where he's taking you

"teaching you not to use your fucking hands; I'm never above hurting the enemy; you want to hurt someone? I'll teach you a few spells" he would say, stoic

"fighting with her hands like a fucking muggle" you would hear him scoff under his breath, shaking his head in disapproval

Matteo:

Honestly, Matteo would love a psycho girl. You can't tell me different

when he heard chanting 'Fight!' he ran to the scene

Matteo would never miss a good brawl

when he pushed through the crowd and realised it was you amidst the chaos, he smiled

"Come on Baby! swing" he would clap, telling the bystanders that was his girlfriend

when the boyfriend of the girl you were fighting started talking too much shit, he rolls his own sleeves up

couples who fight together stay together?

Theodore:

when the two of you went to the library for a late night study, the lights were dim, and Theodore wasn't able to see you properly

when you were walking back to Dungouns, it was windy, and the your jumper had slipt slightly off your shoulder, revealing a small bruise

Theodore would stop you immediately "what's this?" he would question pulling the fabric down even further to see if more followed

"what happened." he would say

"I bumped into a bookcase?" you try

"I was with you all night, no you fucking didn't. I'll ask you one more time. What. Happened?"

"I got into a little fight" you admitted

"Huh? Who, when" he would start

"Doesn't matter Theo, I won. This is my battle scar" you smiled pulling your jumper back up

"It was with a girl right? No guy hit you" he sternly continued his interrogation

"No Theodore, it was a Gryindor, alright a girl"

"Good, I wasn't in the mood to have to kill someone... long day" he huffed opening the door for you, entering the common room

Lorenzo:

you and your friends would be in the hall eating dinner

when Blaise says, "Hey, y/n, any reason why (the person you fought) ended up in the hospital wing and you didn't even need to pay Pomfrey a visit?"

Why would you go to Pomfreys? enzo would ask mouth full of food

"oh? you didn't hear about the cat fight in the corridor today" Blaise laughed

Enzo practically choked on his food.

"You got into a fight?" he looked up

you didn't reply. To Enzo no answer was an answer

"My little angel got into a fight and didn't tell me... did you win?"

Draco:

he would make such a fuss

"it was Ginny Weasley" you laughed

"What!?"

"Yeah, we got into it because he was talking shit about you, so I started talking shit about Harry, and it escalated" you smiled

"And?" he pried

"Gryifindors arent as courageous as they say," you say

"That's right darling, let's go walk past their common room, wanna torment Potter bout this" he smirked

Blaise

he would be on the quidditch pitch, playing

when a girl next to you was talking about how he's not a good player, how her boyfriend on the opposing team would smash them

"you wanna get smashed by my fist next? that's my boyfriend you're talking about," you would say

"well tell your boyfriend he's eating shit this match?" she smiled back

pouncing through the bleachers you attacked

when Blaise caught sight of Pansy pulling you off her, and the girl running off with a blood nose, he smirked

he played so well the rest of the game

walking out of the locker rooms, he found you "I won on the pitch, you won off the pitch hunny" he would smile wrapping an arm around you

"Do you know what she said?" you started to rile up again

"She said that-" you started

"No, no, you took care of it, that's it" he smiled down at you