Sometimes you just need to stand on a rock and howl. 

The big bad wolf be like

If i missed any please let me know (yes i know sickness isnt on here, i had limited options)

if I say “huh” like 7 times, don’t say never mind. please don’t give up on me, I’m trying my best

Souvenir

@ginnystrophyhusband hinny microfic

Word count: 305

The sunlight streaming through the window cast a glowing beam on their shared little table in the Common Room, so that when he reached for her hand - instinctively, needily - the white scars caught the light. 

He heard her suck in a sharp breath through her teeth, felt her lift his hand toward her face to examine the back of his hand, and he grimaced at his essay. Damn it. 

“I must not tell lies,” Ginny read, her voice flat. “What the hell?”

“Oh.” Harry lifted his eyes. “That. Souvenir from Umbridge.”

Ginny’s face transformed immediately into a deep scowl. “You’re fucking joking.”

Harry raised his eyebrows and tapped the back of his hand as though to say c’mon, keep up. “Dead honest, me.”

He thought for a moment that she might laugh, but her brows furrowed even deeper. “That woman is absolutely foul.”

Harry shrugged nonchalantly in agreement. “Yeah.”

Ginny lifted his hand again, stared down at the untidy scrawling scars in unmitigated disgust, and then laced her fingers with his firmly. “Any other scars I should know about, then?”

“Only emotional.”

Ginny did laugh at that one, and Harry relished in the little thrill of victory. Christ, he liked her laugh.

“I’m serious. Any others?”

“Why?”

“Because,” Ginny said, her eyes blazing. “I’m making a list of people I’m going to curse later.”

“Are you?” Harry answered with interest. “I dunno, to be honest.”

He bit his tongue. He wasn’t any good at this, Ginny was always the one instigating him, making him blush, leveling him with cheeky little comments that left him breathless. He didn’t know if he should say it, but fuck it, he said it anyway.

“Reckon you’ll have to find the rest.”

Ginny’s eyes snapped to his, and a giddy, naughty little smile lit up her face. “Reckon I will.”

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⚠️this is financial advice⚠️:

never buy anything

i hate it when people ask me to "explain my thought process" like hell if i know

Distance

@ginnystrophyhusband April 3 microfic <3

Word count: 321

"--don't cancel the Witch Weekly subscription, alright? I'm going to have it sent to Hogwarts."

Harry stared at her, framed in the billowing smoke of the Hogwarts Express in the dwindling moments before departure, a bark of laughter wrenched from him against his will. "This is your goodbye confession?"

"I--" Ginny paused, seemed to think better of whatever she'd been about to say, and nodded. "Yes."

"I fucking knew it."

"I read it ironically!" Ginny laughed, that spark of mischief catching fire in her eyes. "I swear!"

"Sure."

"Plus, I heard the next one is a special issue. Can't miss that."

Harry eyed her warily. "What?"

"Sexiest Wizard of 1998. I might have a dragon in the race this time."

Harry leveled a look at her, unwilling to connect those dots. "You're joking."

"Don't cancel it." Ginny stepped closer to him, lightly running her fingers along the front of his Auror robes. "I'll need something to look forward to."

Her warm brown eyes bore into his, and he swallowed the rush of emotion. How did she manage it? How did she always manage to make him laugh, even when she was about to reach into his chest and rip out his heart to store in her school trunk?

She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his, and he pulled her in flush against him, not caring about all of the people on the platform who were probably snapping photos for Witch Weekly's special issue.

He'd only had her back for a few months, and now that bloody train was about to put thousands of miles of distance between them. Again. But he was determined it would be different this time. They were different this time.

He pulled back from the kiss and looked down at her, trying to memorize every freckle. "I won't cancel Witch Weekly." I'd do anything you asked.

Ginny offered him a sad, commiserating, brave little smile. We'll be okay. "I know."

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