THE MAGIC BEGINS - A Harry Potter Challenge » favourite character: ginny weasley
"I didn’t want anyone to talk to me," said Harry, who was feeling more and more nettled.
"Well, that was a bit stupid of you," said Ginny angrily, "seeing as you don’t know anyone but me who’s been possessed by You-Know-Who, and I can tell you how it feels."
Harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him. Then he wheeled around.
"I forgot," he said.
"Lucky you," said Ginny coolly.
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Hi! You may have noticed this blog started posting less frequently.
Here’s the thing: given the amount of Hinny-bashing and non-Hinny fics appearing in the Harry/Ginny tag, I’ve decided to send the automated posts to drafts.
I’ll check them out and post only the fics that are actually Harry/Ginny.
Hopefully that’ll save all of us you some unnecessary anger :3
Love and chocolate,
“This ancient and mysterious charm conjures a magical guardian, a projection of all your most positive feelings. The Patronus Charm is difficult, and many witches and wizards are unable to produce a full, corporeal Patronus, a guardian which generally takes the shape of the animal with whom they share the deepest affinity. You may suspect, but you will never truly know what form your Patronus will take until you succeed in conjuring it.”
Harry suppressed the smile tugging at his lips. It threatened to plaster itself across his face, dangerously so.
Ginny sensed as much, glaring at the back of his head, glaring at the that stupid hair that stuck up almost defiantly. His hair remained unscathed while hers was scorched, haphazardly chopped up. And even though she had seen it coming, she had been unable to do anything about it. Besides that, seeing as it had been a genuine mistake, it didn’t make sense for her to hex of Eugene Jacks’s ears as much as she wanted to.
Harry finally surrendered to laughter, choking and snorting in vain attempts to maintain some control.
"Oh, ha-ha! Isn’t this all so amusing?" she drawled.
"Actually, for a matter of fact, it really is," said he, grinning at her over his shoulder.
She rolled her eyes, exiting the pitch behind him, feeling the raggedy mess atop her head. It, like Harry’s, defied gravity. She sighed, frowning.
Harry noticed the gesture out of the corner of his eyes, “You’re a wizard. You can always grow it back. Besides, it’s not bad. Apart from the shoddy cutting, it looks pretty, um… what’s the word I was looking for?”
He spun around, halting as he tucked in his wand. She crossed her arms, walking up to him and raised a dubious eyebrow.
"Awful? Pathetic?" she prompted, cocking her head and he almost laughed again.
"I don’t know," he said, cupping her cheek with one hand while the other wandered up to her soft, sweet-scented hair. "I think it’s rather nice."
"Then you’re a liar and I am going to find Eugene Jacks because I have some unfinished business with him. That git is going to pay for this,” she pointed to the orange mess.
Harry smiled at her, leaning down, his lips meeting hers. She kissed him back fiercely, their lips moving together. It was a messy kiss but a passionate one. Her hands were soon around his neck and caught in his hair.
When they pulled apart, Harry asked, panting, “So do you have anything else to take care of or-“
"Eugene Jacks can wait," said she, pulling his face closer while leaning forward. Groaning, she withdrew and laughed, "That sounded wrong."
"Yes. Yes, it did," replied Harry, moving closer and pressing his lips upon hers again. His fingers grazed over her hair and froze, feeling the sharp strands.
It was a mess, one that could obviously be fixed but nonetheless, he had grown a particular fondness for it.