Raindrops on my face

JK Rowling's First Adult Novel

racing_rain — Thu, 23 Feb 2012 15:46:45 GMT

I'm excited, you guys! EEEK!

According to this article on thebookseller.com, Little, Brown is going to publish JK Rowling's first adult novel worldwide, in English, both in prints and e-books.

Rowling said her next book would be "very different" to the Harry Potter series. "The freedom to explore new territory is a gift that Harry's success has brought me, and with that new territory it seemed a logical progression to have a new publisher." It had been rumoured for sometime that Rowling was working on a crime novel set in Edinburgh.

I'm looking forward to this. :)

H/G Drabbles - Stick-On-Love Notes ♥

racing_rain — Tue, 21 Feb 2012 15:31:31 GMT

Title: Stick-On-Love Notes
Words: 100
Rating: PG
Pairs/Characters: Harry ღ Ginny,
Summary: There are few love notes around the house.
Author's note: First of all, I apologize for the corny, very uncreative title for this drabble. Second, I lack of practice so this one might be a bit confusing. However, hopefully you guys still enjoy it. :) Let me know when do you imagine this story takes place. Written for the prompt 'love notes' at hpgw100 All JK Rowling's, of course. ^-^ I just borrow them.

A note was on the pillow next to her the moment Ginny woke up.

“Here’s to another day with you.”

Another one was on the bathroom’s mirror. “Thank you for being in my life.”

The next one was on her dressing table, with a delicate, white rose, her favourite. “Can we just go flying first and breakfast later?” Ginny laughed. She didn’t mind that idea, of course.

Harry was waiting downstairs with a smile on his lips and love in his eyes.

“Anymore love notes?” Ginny asked.

He kissed her instead and everything he wanted to say was in it.

H/G Drabbles - Winter Kiss ♥

racing_rain — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 13:58:09 GMT

Title: Winter Kiss
Words: 100
Rating: PG
Pairs/Characters: Harry ღ Ginny,
Summary: Kissing in winter
Author's note: I should go to sleep as I have to start early tomorrow but the muse refused. I just hope this drabbles is not confusing or anything. Written for the prompt 'winter' at hpgw100 All JK Rowling's, of course. ^-^ I just borrow them.

Harry realized he had never kissed Ginny in Winter.

It was Spring the first time Harry kissed her. Her lips were soft and moist and warm and her kiss welcomed him home.

Time seemed to move so fast and so slow after the war and suddenly it was Winter.

The day the first snow came, he and Ginny were holding hands down the Burrow. The first snow landed on her nose and just like that, Harry leaned down to kiss her. Her lips were a bit chapped and her cheeks were cold, but her kiss like always welcomed him home.

Harry/Ginny Fics Rec #1

racing_rain — Sat, 31 Dec 2011 03:29:43 GMT

I've never done this before but I really feel like doing this before the year end. :) If I have talent with Photoshop, I probably would have made a great banner to go along with this but since that is not an option, this post just has to do.

There are lots of amazing Harry/Ginny fics out there that don't even need my recommendation. The fics themselves and their talented authors speak for themselves. However, these three fics are the recent one I stumble upon Sink Into Your Eyes - A Harry/Ginny Fanfiction Archive and they're really good that I just need to recommend them myself, not that they need my two cents to validate them in the first place. I'm sure a lot of us have already read these but I'm putting this as a recommendation to others who haven't and those who are looking for good Harry/Ginny fics to read this New Year.

The Seven Potters by writetress - This fic just won SIYE's September-October Dumbledore Silver Trinkets.for Best Comedy and Best One-Shot and I really, really love it. Harry's characterisation is very spot at each different stage. It's quite Harry-centric but we definitely get to see Ginny and it's overall a really nice fic.
A Long Overdue Confession by writeress - From the same author, this fic explores the A/U setting of 'what if' where Ginny decides to tell Harry about her feeling during Harry's Fifth Year. It's still on-going and I really hope the author will continue soon. I thought it's a really cute fic.
Owl Post by Northumbrian - It's a story of the Potters through the eyes of an owl as he delivers James Sirius Potter's letter from Hogwarts. It's a neat, clever and creative story in my opinion. This story also won SIYE's September-October Dumbledore Silver Trinkets for Best One-Shot.

That's all for now. Hope these three fics pick up your interest. Happy reading!

H/G Drabbles - Unromantic Mistletoe ♥

racing_rain — Thu, 29 Dec 2011 14:47:27 GMT

Title: Unromantic Mistletoe
Words: 100
Rating: PG
Pairs/Characters: Harry ღ Ginny,
Summary: Mistletoe is not romantic at all.
Author's note: Not quite Christmas-sy but I hope I capture the prompt all right. :) Written for the prompt 'mistletoe' at hpgw100 All JK Rowling's, of course. ^-^ I just borrow them.

“Did you know that mistletoe is a type of hemi-parasitic plant?”

It wasn’t a question Harry had expected from Ginny, not in the middle of one of their intense snogging sessions.

“Ermmm… really?”

“Yeah. No wonder it’s full of Nargles. It’s far from romantic. Its berries can even cause diarrhea.”

“Interesting,” said Harry. Not that he cared. He was more interested to resume kissing Ginny until both of them couldn’t see straight.

Ginny giggled suddenly. “It makes me feel much better about your kiss with Cho during your fifth year.”

Harry groaned. “Can we go back to our kiss now?”

H/G Drabbles - Special ♥

racing_rain — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 03:16:54 GMT

Title: Special
Words: 100
Rating: PG
Pairs/Characters: Harry ღ Ginny,
Summary: Ginny has a new fondness.
Author's note: Hi! This is my first ever H/G drabbles for this year. I haven't written anything for long so I'm a bit rusty. But I'm excited to get back on LJ and hope this will get the muse working as well. This prompt is surprisingly hard LOL, so I'm not really sure if I get it OK. I hope it's not too mushy though. I imagine this happens after the war before Ginny goes back to Hogwarts for her seventh year. Written for the prompt 'yours' at hpgw100 All JK Rowling's, of course. ^-^ I just borrow them.

This was not the first time he saw Ginny in his Quidditch Captain t-shirt. Harry thought everyone else at the Burrow must notice but Mrs Weasley still put the t-shirt back with his other clothes after the laundry, only to have Ginny wear it back three days later.

“You’ll get your own t-shirt, you know,” Harry teased her one day. “Gryffindor’s new Quidditch Captain should have her own t-shirt.”

Ginny just smiled. “I wear this because it’s yours, Harry. It’s special.”

Harry grinned and kissed her. “Then you may wear it all you want. You look good in it anyway.”

Best Proposal In Recent History - WILL YOU BE MY GINNY WEASLEY?

racing_rain — Sun, 21 Nov 2010 02:10:17 GMT

I can't get over how wonderful and beautiful this is. I'm never one who goes for public proposal. As romantic as it sounds, there is a lot of pressure going with it as well. What if the girl is not ready to get married? What if something goes wrong and it turns to be very embarrassing experience?

But THIS! THIS IS FANTASTIC!

Or maybe it is fantastic because it's Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley? LOL Whatever, this is definitely a highlight to me this week as well as the movie. For those who haven't watched Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1 yet, well, what are you waiting for? :D

♥♥♥ Disney's Princes. ♥♥♥

racing_rain — Tue, 09 Nov 2010 12:24:23 GMT

Saw this on tumblr this evening and can't help making a post here. :D So, which one of these fine lads used to be your "Prince Charming?"

For a long time my crushes are: Prince Philips, Prince Eric, Beast and Aladdin. ♥ I have a feeling I'm going to like Flynn Rider too. I seem to prefer Prince Naveen more as a frog than as a human. :P

Just for the record, I also love Dimitri from Anastasia.

I HAVE A NEW LAYOUT!

racing_rain — Mon, 08 Nov 2010 06:29:27 GMT

As you can see. :D

This beautiful layout, in which the colour palate I was told is called Old Rose, and the beautiful Harry/Ginny banner are all done by none other than my beautiful, awesome friend alxndrjosephine

THANK YOU, SHERYL. ♥

H/G Drabble - Gringotts Visit ♥

racing_rain — Fri, 22 Oct 2010 08:10:59 GMT

Title: Gringotts Visit
Words: 100
Rating: PG
Pairs/Characters: Harry ღ Ginny,
Summary: It's hard to visit Gringotts nowadays.
Author's note: THIS PROMPT IS HARD! I'm not really sure about this but I want to write something for it. Written for the prompt 'goblins' at hpgw100 All JK Rowling's, of course. ^-^ I just borrow them.

“Griphook was flirting with you,” Harry said disgustedly.

Ginny chuckled. “Harry, he’s a goblin. They don’t flirt.”

“Well, he seems to like you better then.”

Ginny’s lips twitched. “You broke into their bank before, luv. That’s insulting to goblins.”

“He helped us! And in my defense, I was trying to destroy Voldypants’ horcrux.”

“Do you realize you’re being jealous of a goblin, whose height doesn’t even reach your waist?”

Harry sighed, wrapping his arms around Ginny’s petite frame. “Next time we go to Gringotts, remind him again that you’re married to me.”

This time Ginny laughed. “I’ll do my best.”

H/G Drabble - Thank the Pumpkin Patch ♥

racing_rain — Sun, 17 Oct 2010 14:01:50 GMT

Title: Thank the Pumpkin Patch
Words: 100
Rating: PG
Pairs/Characters: Harry ღ Ginny,
Summary: Something happened in the middle of the pumpkin patch.
Author's note: Written for the prompt 'pumpkin' at hpgw100 All JK Rowling's, of course. ^-^ I just borrow them.

One moment she was weeding in her mother’s pumpkin patch, cursing Harry under her breath, the next thing she knew he was weeding next to her; their hands brushed against each other.

Then he opened her wound; saying he was sorry for breaking up with her last year, saying he missed her like crazy, begging her to take him back.

She remembered throwing rotten pumpkins to his head, saying she didn’t want him back because he was a stupid git.

And she remembered very clearly the fierce, endless kisses they shared later, right in the middle of the pumpkin patch.

H/G Drabble - Saying Goodbye (at Platform 9 3/4) ♥

racing_rain — Thu, 30 Sep 2010 16:30:22 GMT

Title: Saying Goodbye (at Platform 9 3/4)
Author: racing-rain
Prompt: Platform 9 ¾, must include Albus Severus, James Sirius, and/or Lily Luna. (Harry and Ginny must be main characters)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 499
Warning: None
Author's note: Written for September Challenge at hpgw_drabbles Self-betaed. So any mistake is all mine. ^-^

“Lily doesn’t want to go to Platform 9 ¾ tomorrow.”

“And how does she propose to go back to Hogwarts?”

Ginny smiled as she slipped into the bed next to her husband. “She begged me to ask you if you could ask Professor McGonagall to let her use the Floo instead.”

Harry snorted as he rounded his arms around her. “That girl is seriously overestimating her own Dad. McGonagall would put me in detention for that.”

“Nonsense,” Ginny chuckled. “I think McGonagall has a soft spot for you, Potter.”

“What is this about actually? Why our Lil doesn’t want to go to the platform?”

“Scorpius.”

“Malfoy?” Harry scowled.

“How many Scorpius do we know?” retorted Ginny back amusingly. Harry continued to pout. The boy was dating Lily. He had to hate him on principle.

“So the boy has graduated from Hogwarts and that’s why Lily doesn’t want to go to school anymore?”

“No. Scorpius promised to send her off at the platform tomorrow but his message this evening read he couldn’t make it. He has to attend a last minute’s class at the Auror’s Academy.”

Harry looked at Ginny incredulously. “And that’s her reason for wanting to use the Floo to the Principal’s office?”

Ginny nodded.

Harry groaned. “Did we give Lily bad milk or something when she was little? Did I drop her accidentally when she was a baby?”

“Harry! Lily’s just upset. She’s sixteen, and in love. Surely you remember how it was?”

“I remember you chose to sit with Dean during that ride back to Hogwarts that year.”

His wife rolled her eyes. “Not that again, Harry.”

Harry then hesitated. “Were you… like Lily… when you were sixteen? Not wanting to go back to Hogwarts when…”

Ginny smiled nostalgically. “I was. I knew it would never feel the same without you. And Ron and Hermione of course. But especially you. And it didn’t.”

Harry sighed and wordlessly pulled Ginny to him. He rubbed his chin against the crown of her red hair. They knew everything that happened to each other during that year of separation. It had been years and yet talking about it had never got easier.

“Did Scorpius say what last minute class he’s having tomorrow?”

“Occlumency, I think.”

+++

Ginny smiled as she watched Lily and Scorpius embraced for one last time at Platform 9 ¾, despite the crowd around them. Lily chuckled at something he said and Ginny noticed how much she looked like Harry when she laughed like that.

She felt her husband slipped his arms around her waist.

“You have something to do with this, haven’t you?” she asked without taking her eyes off Lily and Scorpius.

“Well, there’s no point of being the Head of Auror’s Department if I can’t pull a string once in awhile. Anyway, I just asked if they could postpone the Occlumency class an hour late, that’s all.”

Ginny looked up and smiled. “Thank you, Harry.”

Harry answered with a gentle kiss on her forehead.

THE END.

H/G Drabble - Of All Eyes ♥

racing_rain — Fri, 17 Sep 2010 15:59:17 GMT

Title: Of All Eyes
Words: 100
Rating: PG
Pairs/Characters: Harry ღ Ginny,
Summary: All eyes were on them. Theirs were on each other.
Author's note: Written for the prompt 'eyes' at hpgw100 All JK Rowling's, of course. ^-^ I just borrow them.

Harry Potter was used to attentions. While it still made his skin crawled, ignoring them was a bliss.

However tonight, all eyes were on her. Ginny Weasley was a vision of redhead siren in midnight blue velvety gown and Harry’s eyes were incapable of looking other way except at her. He was aware of eyes that devoured her figure, or eyes filled with jealousy and even eyes that simply admired. And just like him, she chose to ignore those looks as she made her way towards him.

All eyes were on Ginny but she only had her eyes for him.

H/G Drabble - Weasleys' Imagination ♥

racing_rain — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 08:58:14 GMT

Title: Weasleys' Imagination
Words: 100
Rating: PG-13
Pairs/Characters: Harry ღ Ginny,
Summary: The Weasleys really have no imagination!
Author's note: Written for the prompt 'imagination' at hpgw100 All JK Rowling's, of course. ^-^ I just borrow them.

Being with Ginny surpassed any imagination Harry has ever had. As cliché as it sounded, she was his life and he was hers. Harry pulled Ginny’s soft body closer to him on his bed and felt her smile against his skin. Making love in the afternoon was really good.

“I think your family would kill me if they knew what we just did,” Harry murmured.

“You seduced me,” claimed Ginny.

“I did not! Your dress was too… short.”

Ginny chuckled as she kissed his mouth. “Don’t worry, as far as my family’s imagination goes, they probably think we’re playing chess.”

H/G Fic - Right Here Under The Constellation ღ

racing_rain — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 05:51:03 GMT

Title: Right Here Under The Constellation
Pairing: Harry/Ginny, Arthur/Molly
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~ 3, 090
Summary: A clean, straightforward summer fun shared between Harry and Ginny
Author's notes: Master list for hg_seasonsfest is up and I wrote this fic for quidditchmum She requested a summer fun holiday with H/G with some quidditch, Molly/Arthur and Tonks. My first ever H/G fics exchanged.

Ginny knew every twist and turn of the Burrow as good as any Weasley. She knew which staircase would creak if she stepped on the left side of it but remained silent if she stepped on the right side; she knew where her Mum usually put the spare Floo powder and where she could always find endless supply of cookies in the kitchen. But it was hard to keep those things in track when she and Harry were trying to slip out of the house in the middle of the night for a dip in the lake.

It had started a week ago while she and Harry were lazing around in the Burrow’s garden. It was a sunny day, the grass was crisp and buttercups were blossoming everywhere. Ginny couldn’t remember the last time she felt so free in the world so beautiful like this. Then Harry remarked how calm and almost idle the summer this year had been and Ginny had raised her eyebrows in surprise at the unexpected blasphemy. Harry had laughed nervously at her expression.

“Yeah, I do sound like an ungrateful git, don’t I?” he chuckled as he lied down with her lap pillowing his head.

Ginny’s hand went straight to stroke his unruly black hair. He cropped it short when he first joined the Auror Academy but Ginny loved it the most when it was slightly longer like this.

“But I guess I’m just still trying to adjust to the fact that I don’t have Voldermort to do me in anymore and the fact that I’m here. With you,” said Harry.

He closed his eyes as he said that but Ginny could see clearly the haunted look and guilt he still carried inside him. Summer this year had been rather sedate compared to what they had endured just a year before. Early summer was spent with her attending tryouts and training camp with the Harpies while Harry finishing his semester at the Auror Academy. They were home for the summer holiday and while they were glad they could spend time together, Ginny couldn’t really blame Harry to think that a quiet, drama-free summer was rather boring.

Ron and George were busy most of the time at the joke shop and while they could always go down and visit them and went for lunch together along with Hermione, it got rather repetitive after two weeks. And right now Ron was vacationing in France with Hermione and her parents while George visiting Charlie in Romania and looking for new ideas for the joke shop. With almost zero dark wizard activity for Harry to focus on and definitely no more demented Dark Lord named Voldermort who used to try to kill him every June, no wonder he was bored and restless. She knew he was twisted somehow when she first decided to take him.

Smiling, she leaned down and kissed his forehead and Harry opened one eye to look up at her. His green eyes glinted beneath his glasses.

“Well, let’s do something interesting. Some series of fun summer adventure or something.”

Harry grinned as he reached out to twist some of Ginny’s red locks around his fingers. “With you?”

“Of course.”

So that was how everything started. Most of the days were filled with fun summer activities: Quidditch was definitely one of them. They had finally put the question of which one of them was a better Seeker to rest just this morning with Harry catching the Snitch three seconds earlier before Ginny could.

“You have an unfair advantage, Potter,” challenged Ginny as they both landed on the ground with the Golden Snitch secured in Harry’s hand.

“Face it, Weasley. You can’t Seek as well as you Chase,” he grinned, leaning on his broomstick.

“It doesn’t matter. You have longer and bigger hand, you would always win.”

Harry smiled and stepped closer to her until their breath mingled and their noses almost touching. “You look really, really pretty when you’re angry and annoyed,” he whispered.

“Don’t seduce me,” Ginny murmured even as her eyes dropped on his lips.

“I don’t,” Harry growled right before his lips covered hers.

They spent the better half of the day picking raspberries and apples for Molly Weasley to make some raspberries preserves and apple crumbles. The next morning Harry found an old bicycle in Mr. Weasley’s shed that surprisingly wasn’t enchanted.

“Is it safe?” Ginny asked skeptically as she watched Harry ran his wand on the contraption to siphon away some cobwebs and dust before climbing on the seat.

“Of course it is. Come, sit in front of me.”

It was really fun cycling around the hillside and feeling the wind on their faces and hair. They stopped at an open field where Harry proceeded to teach her how to ride the bicycle and by the evening when they came back to the Burrow, they were covered in sweat and dust and there were some grass stain on Ginny’s denim short for falling from the bicycle a few times but it was a perfect summer day.

They visited Teddy Lupin from time to time and every time Ginny looked at the heart-shaped face of the little toddler, her own heart got squeezed a little because he reminded her so much of Tonks and Remus. They took Teddy to a quaint, charming Muggle village near Ottery St. Catchpole that had a summer festival that weekend, and held his hand as he toddled between them, eating ice lollies as they strolled down the street.

Harry had charmed the ice lollies to last for awhile until they stopped at the local market that sold assortment of local delicacies and trinkets. Harry bought a beautiful, antique amber brooch for Mrs. Weasley that made Ginny’s Mum cried a little and a set of assorted locks and keys for Mr. Weasley.

“Dad would be tinkering with those things for weeks,” claimed Ginny, smiling. Harry just laughed.

Later, Harry took Ginny to try Muggle beer at a local tavern down the village. The old, wooden building with ivy creeping on the wall and charming, colourful begonias in hanging basket above the entrance made Ginny’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

“This is definitely better than The Hog’s Head,” she whispered conspiratorially to Harry. Harry looked at her as he took her hand in his.

“And Madam Puddifoot’s,” they finished together, laughing as they made their way in.

They ordered some beer and a big plate of greasy, delicious looking fish and chips and a slice of lemon pie and took a private booth next to the wall. Harry took a sip of his beer and proclaimed he much preferred Madam Rosmerta’s Butterbeer.

“What’s that?” Ginny asked, pointing towards a crowd of cheering men facing the opposite wall.

“They’re playing dart,” told Harry, taking a piece of the chips in the plate. “You throw some sort of small arrow on a piece of board with the goal to hit the middle of the board.”

“Sounds like fun!”

Ginny pulled Harry towards the crowd and no sooner, the men were cheering and whistling as the petite redhead made spectacular throw after throw. After a really spectacular score that entertained the crowd, Ginny grabbed the front of Harry’s thin sweater and pulled herself up for a rather passionate kiss, amidst the teasing catcalls.

“That is so unfair! You’re a Chaser, of course you can aim,” murmured Harry, glasses slightly askew, but the note of pride in his voice was very clear. Ginny giggled.

Other time when the weather was really nice, they went for a swim and lay for hours under the shady maple tree by the lake. Harry listened to her talking about her excitement of finally joining Holyhead Harpies and how intimidating it was to meet Gwenog Jones for the first time as he counted freckles on her bare shoulders and kissed those on her nose and her arms. He helped her charmed her toes after that with some nail varnish, sparkling emerald in colour.

“Harpies’ colour?” Harry teased.

“No. Your eyes’.”

Harry started before smiling and leaning to kiss her soft mouth. It was remarkable to be young and alive and having someone, especially someone liked Ginny.

“Let me do yours,” Ginny said against his ear as Harry’s lips traveled gently down her jaw and the side of her neck.

Harry’s head snapped up. “What?”

Ginny chuckled at his slightly confused expression. “Your toes. Would shocking pink suits you?” she asked, already pointing her wand at his feet.

“Ginny, no!” Harry laughed nervously, trying to move his feet away from within her reach. “That’s absurd.”

“Come on! Don’t tell me the big, brave Harry Potter is afraid of some nail varnish.”

“Ginny, no.”

“Ahhh… what a life without adventure. What a summer without doing something fun like this,” exclaimed Ginny dramatically.

Harry sighed. Seriously, he suspected she could convince him that the sky was orange and he would probably agree. “Fine! No shocking pink, though. I’ll never live through that if someone sees it.”

They settled on red after lots of playful banter but Harry put his foot down when Ginny volunteered to do his fingernails as well.

“I want to feel dignify when I hold my wand next time, Gin,” said Harry solemnly, which made Ginny laughed.

Sometimes when the storm hit, they sat on the swing at the porch, cuddled under a blanket and Ginny let the pattering sound of the rain lulled Harry to sleep in her arms.

And tonight, Ginny thought they should go swimming under the moonlight and the constellation.

She gave him a dirty look as Harry stepped on the creaking staircase and it groaned under the weigh of his foot. Harry grinned at her sheepishly. “Sorry. Miscalculated.”

They made it outside of the Burrow’s kitchen without any further mishap and turned to each other almost immediately and grinned. The night temperature was nice. It reminded Harry that it was still summer but the pleasant warmth gave them a comfortable feeling to be outside. There was a sound of crickets in the bush and a strong smell of roses carried by the faint breeze in the air. The night sky was clear and it looked as if gods were scattering stars all over the dark, open canvas.

And the moon was bright and glowing.

Harry took Ginny’s hand in his and squeezed and they jogged towards the paddock by the lake. The bright moonlight helped them to see the place clearly and it was only then he noticed Ginny was barefooted and her toes with sparkling emerald nail varnish were wiggling. She was wearing a loose Weird Sister T-shirt he saw her wore quite a few times and a short short.

“You do love that shirt so much,” he couldn’t help made a comment.

Ginny smiled almost fondly as she looked down at it. “It was Tonks’. I won it from her through a chess game. She was an even worse player than you.”

When it used to squeeze his heart until he could not breathe whenever Tonks’ name or Lupin’s or Fred’s were mentioned before, this time it was almost bearable. Not that any of them would ever forget how it felt like to know they would never see them again.

“Yeah?”

Ginny nodded. “She claimed she snogged a Weird Sisters’ member once wearing this. She refused to tell me which one though.”

For the first time since the war ended, Harry laughed at the mention of Tonks.

The sound of his laughter brought a smile to Ginny’s face and she began shedding her clothes. She was already in her two pieces bikini underneath and while this was not the first time Harry saw her like this, the light from the moon gave her almost a translucent, ethereal look that he couldn’t keep his eyes away.

Ginny smiled sweetly at him before jumping into the water and emerged later looking like a water sprite and it hit Harry so hard how much this girl meant to him and how much this summer differed from the one he used to have and how for the past couple of weeks with her had convinced him that yes, he was alive and he no longer had to carry the burden of the world on his shoulder.

And this summer was amazing and fun and beautiful because of Ginny.

“Well, don’t just stand there like a stunned troll, Potter. Jump in!” Ginny chuckled.

Harry snorted, put aside his glasses before he took off his shirt and his pajama bottom as Ginny whistled teasingly. He jumped into the water, keeping himself underneath for a few seconds to get used to the temperature before taking a swim towards Ginny.

“Have I told you how much I love your abs?” asked Ginny.

Harry laughed. “A few times. But it never hurts to hear it again.”

Ginny stuck her tongue out at his direction even as she laughed. They swam around in the lake, kissing and splashing each other before stopping for awhile to listen to the sound of owls and letting the night freeze dried the water on their skin. Harry held her close as they looked at the moon and the stars-filled sky.

They made their way back to the Burrow almost languidly, holding each other close by the waists. Harry sat on the swing and pulled Ginny on his laps. A week more and Ginny would start her official training with the Holyhead Harpies and he would be back for new semester at the Auror Academy. Harry almost felt like he didn’t want to go back. Going back means less time with Ginny and after spending this kind of summer with her, he didn’t think he would be able to go being without.

“What are you thinking?” asked Ginny, her fingers were stroking his temple gently.

Harry smiled wryly and sighed. “This has been a fun summer.”

“Of course!” grinned Ginny.

“I don’t feel like going back to London. And why Holyhead has to be all the way in Wales?” It was hard to keep the whining out of his voice.

Ginny chuckled. “Oh, Harry.”

She leaned up to kiss him and Harry responded almost immediately. He couldn’t think of anything better right now than kissing her in the summer night where the moon was shining bright and the surrounding was just at the right temperature, the smell of roses and honeysuckles were strong in the air and above them, the whole constellation was laid bare and beautiful.

Ginny’s hair was slightly damp in his hands but her mouth was as soft and sweet as always. He pulled away gently and rested his forehead against hers; chuckling at the uneven breath they both seemed to be having.

“I have something to give you,” he murmured, without opening his eyes.

He reached into his pocket and took out a small velvet box. Watching Ginny’s stunned expression carefully, he tried not to grin at the panic look he saw on her face. She was eyeing the box as if she couldn’t decide whether to fling it across Mrs. Weasley’s pumpkin patch or tossing it against his head.

“Ummm… Harry…”

At the anxiety he sensed in her voice, Harry lost it and let out a barking laugh. “You should see your face!”

Ginny crossed her arms in front of her chest and huffed. “Very funny!”

Harry laughed again and quickly kissed her angry mouth. “I’m not proposing, if that’s what you’re afraid of. I’m just 19 and you’re only 18 and we have the whole time to figure things out,” he said calmly.

It didn’t matter if he already had her ring safely kept in his trunk or the fact that he had had that ring since a few months ago. They were still young. There would be plenty of time for that later. He was not going anywhere and if Ginny would have him, he would fill her life with happiness as long as they shall live.

“Open it,” he urged gently when Ginny continued to stare at the box.

Smiling slightly, she flipped open the lid. Nestled in the creamy, satiny cloth was a leather bracelet with a single rose quartz carved into a delicate rosebud. Ginny gasped a little. Without a word Harry took it and clasped the bracelet around her left wrist. It was perfect, the way he knew it would be the moment he saw it at the village festival near Ottery St. Catchpole last time.

“Harry, this is beautiful. Thank you,” Ginny whispered.

“It’s a present for making it into the Holyhead Harpies. And for giving me a wonderful summer. Ginny, I’m not going to beat around the bush about us. I used to be so indifference about my future for a very long time because I couldn’t really see past Voldermort. But now, whenever I think about it, I think of you. I’m taking one step at a time towards that future, starting this summer. I want us to always remember this. Right here, at this moment, it’s really important for you to know how much I…” he paused, as if drawing strength deep within before continued, “… love you.”

Ginny smiled, eyes shining as her hand reached up to brush the side of Harry’s jaw gently. “I know. I always know, Harry.”

+++++++++

Molly Weasley woke up the next morning to find the young couple falling asleep on the swing at the back porch, arms wrapped around each other tightly. Under different circumstances she would probably feel alarmed at the sight of her daughter snuggling with a young man in the plain sight for everyone to see but these were Ginny and Harry.

This summer was probably the happiest she ever saw her daughter. And Harry. There was so much laughter and comfort and yes, love, between them whenever they were together. They made being with one another so effortless and simple and right.

“What are you looking at, darling?” She felt Arthur behind her, his warm hand on the small of her back.

Molly pointed towards the young couple on the swing, still deep within their dream.

“They must have been there since late last night. I heard them went out swimming.”

“Ahhhh…” Arthur smiled. “Let them sleep for awhile. We call them in after you finish making breakfast.”

“Shouldn’t I be a concerned mother worries for her daughter’s reputation?” teased Molly.

“Well…they’ve been having a really great summer so far. A little drama here and there couldn’t hurt,” grinned Arthur.

THE END.

H/G Drabble - All He Had Right Now ♥

racing_rain — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 09:55:56 GMT

Title: All He Had Right Now
Words: 100
Rating: PG
Pairs/Characters: Harry ღ Ginny,
Summary: Imagination was all he had right now.
Author's note: Set in DH, written for the prompt 'imagination' at hpgw100 All JK Rowling's, of course. ^-^ I just borrow them.

A long vacation, just the two of them. Ginny would love that, he knew. They could go to Greece… swimming in the ocean as he put a flower in Ginny’s glorious red hair.

Harry tossed around on his makeshift bed. He could catch the faint sound of Ron and Hermione talking outside their tent.

And here he was missing Ginny like his heart was going to burst, imagining things they could do together… if he ever came back, if he ever saw her again…

Right now, imagination was all he had. Imagination, and memories of Ginny that burned his soul.

H/G Drabble - The Hero She Married ♥

racing_rain — Tue, 17 Aug 2010 01:20:39 GMT

Title: The Hero She Married
Words: 100
Rating: PG
Pairs/Characters: Harry ღ Ginny, Potter kids
Summary: She knew she married a hero.
Author's note: Written for the prompt 'Hero' at hpgw100 All JK Rowling's, of course. ^-^ I just borrow them.

She knew she married a hero.

He slayed Basilisk for her, defeated Voldermort and saved them all. But standing there by the kitchen stove, in his ridiculous pink apron read ‘Daddy’s A Cook’, slicing leek and onions as he directed orders to James and Al, he still looked every inch like a hero.

Ginny smiled as Lily came tugging on her Daddy’s apron, demanding attention.

“Not now, sweetheart. Daddy needs to cook for Mummy, she’s not well today, remember? We’ll play with Miss Teacup later, ok?”

He wasn’t just a hero Ginny married. Harry Potter was a very good man.

H/G Drabble - Space ♥

racing_rain — Sun, 08 Aug 2010 05:25:19 GMT

Title: Space
Words: 100
Rating: PG
Pairs/Characters: Harry ღ Ginny
Summary: This space that separates them.
Author's note: Written for the prompt 'Missing' at hpgw100 Set probably a few months after the war ended. All JK Rowling's, of course. ^-^ I just borrow them.

The light chatter in the kitchen brought the warmth that was missing from the Burrow ever since the war broke out. Things were improving and Ginny couldn’t be happier.

If only she could say the same about her and Harry…

They weren’t together, and yet not exactly apart. Missing him like this was worse than when he was away. How was it possible to miss someone so bad when he was so close?

Their eyes met, two feet away across the room and something there startled Ginny.

Harry missed her too.

Ginny smiled as he closed the space between them.

H/G Drabble - Complete ♥

racing_rain — Sun, 08 Aug 2010 05:14:58 GMT

Title: Complete
Words: 100
Rating: PG
Pairs/Characters: Harry ღ Ginny
Summary: She completed him.
Author's note: Another one written for the prompt 'the-boy-who-lived' at hpgw100 All JK Rowling's, of course. ^-^ I just borrow them.

Uncle Vernon used to call him ‘Boy,’ as if he couldn’t bear to call him by his name.

The Wizarding World called him by many names: The Chosen One, Undesirable Number One and of course the ever affectionate nickname, The-Boy-Who-Lived. That was the worse in his opinion. It reminded him why he lived and what had been missing from his life.

And then, Ginny Weasley happened. She was smart and funny and attractive and it didn’t matter to her at all whether he was The Chosen One or The Boy-Who-Lived.

With her, he was simply Harry.

And she completed him.

H/G Drabble - Almost Like A Fantasy ♥

racing_rain — Wed, 04 Aug 2010 04:12:59 GMT

Title: Almost Like A Fantasy
Words: 150
Rating: PG
Pairs/Characters: Harry ღ Ginny
Author's note: Written for the July Challenge at hpgw_drabbles All JK Rowling's, of course. ^-^ I just borrow them.

At 22, her wedding day was almost like what Ginny had fantasized about since she was five.

Except, she was wearing white instead of elaborated pink gown she was so sure she wanted when she was a little girl, thanked Merlin! Aunt Muriel refused to lend her tiara – much to Ginny’s delight – since she wasn’t approved of Ginny moving in with Harry a week after they got engaged. All her family and friends were there except Fred and it hit her like a bludger to stomach. And Molly Weasley did not go on with her initial plan to get her a seven tiers wedding cake and only settled for three tiers after much persuasion.

Still, the wedding was beautiful, like Ginny had always wanted. The grass was crisp and green like Harry’s eyes… and when he kissed her that day, it was as promising as their future together would be.

H/G Drabble - Headlines ♥

racing_rain — Mon, 02 Aug 2010 07:42:48 GMT

Title: Headlines
Words: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: The-Boy-Who-Lived made lots of headlines.
Pairs/Characters: Harry ღ Ginny
Author's note: Written for the prompt 'the-boy-who-lived' at hpgw100 Taking a break from my hg_seasonsfest fic and this one comes. All JK Rowling's, of course. ^-^ I just borrow them.

‘The-Boy-Who-Lived joins Aurors Academy’

‘The-Boy-Who-Lived Caught Kissing Mysterious Redhead’’

‘The-Boy-Who-Lived Attends Harpies’ First Game’

‘The-Boy-Who-Lived Shopping For House?’

‘The-Boy-Who-Lived Is The-Boy-Who-Is-Getting-Married.’

Harry cringed at the headlines. The only reason he kept the newspaper cuttings was because Ginny thought it was amusing.

“What are you looking at?” Ginny settled next to him on the floor.

“We should just throw this out. And why do they keep calling me The-Boy-Who-Lived? I’m not a boy anymore!” he pouted.

Ginny laughed. “I can give you a headline you’d probably like.”

“What?”

She put his hand on her stomach shyly. “The-Boy-Who-Lived Is Now A Dad.”

H/G Drabble - Treacle Tart Love ♥

racing_rain — Sat, 24 Jul 2010 10:57:12 GMT

Title: Treacle Tart Love
Words: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Harry, Ginny and treacle tart disaster!
Pairs/Characters: Harry ღ Ginny
Author's note: Written for the prompt 'food' at hpgw100 All JK Rowling's, of course. ^-^ I just borrow them.

It took Harry Potter off guard as Ginny Weasley marched into his kitchen that morning, looking positively harassed as she hurled a box of sorry-looking treacle tarts against his table.

“I gave up! My treacle tart is the worst in the whole England! I guess our wedding is off then. Good bye!”

Harry caught her swiftly around the waist. Her eyes were gleaming with unshed tears as he turned her around.

He grinned. “Well, no one can bake as good as your Mum!” said Harry. Ginny almost cried.

“But, no one else ever makes me feel the way you do.”

H/G Drabble - They Don't Love You The Way I Do ♥

racing_rain — Mon, 12 Jul 2010 02:22:18 GMT

Title: They Don't Love You The Way I Do
Words: 100
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He keeps the world safe for her
Pairs/Characters: Harry ღ Ginny
Author's note: Written for the prompt 'love' at hpgw100 It's been awhile since my muse visits me. I don't know whether this makes sense, though I hope it does. LOL All JK Rowling's, of course. ^-^ I just borrow them.

Ginny felt him slipped into bed around 3 am, his body slightly shaking. His breath was uneven as he buried his face into her hair, his arms around her. It was always like this every time he came back after the guard duty in Azkaban. Dementors were never kind to him.

Ginny snuggled closer, knowing Harry needed this as much as she did.

“You’ve done enough, Harry. You don’t have to do this anymore. There are plenty other wizards out there…”

He cut her words with a kiss, whispering, “Those other wizards don’t love you the way I do, Gin.”

H/G Drabble - 2.40 am ♥

racing_rain — Wed, 16 Jun 2010 15:35:20 GMT

Title: 2.40 am
Words: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Harry's accompanies Ginny for some early morning excursion
Pairs/Characters: Harry ღ Ginny
Author's note: Written for the prompt 'sacrifice' at hpgw100 All JK Rowling's, of course. ^-^ I just borrow them.

It was 2.40 am and Harry was supposed to be sleeping. But here he was in his kitchen, wearing pajamas and bunny slippers as he watched Ginny savour the taste of vegetables lasagna she just happened to crave this morning.

Harry smiled, his eyes traced her delightful face as she eat and if lasagna with barbecue sauce and vanilla ice cream at 2.40 in the morning was really not his taste, he didn’t say anything.

Ginny was pregnant and they were happy and if Harry had to lose sleep occasionally over her weird craving, it was a sacrifice worth making.

H/G Drabble - Spell Me Happiness ღ

racing_rain — Sat, 12 Jun 2010 09:48:13 GMT

Title: Spell Me Happiness
Words: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Harry's helping Ginny with her crossword puzzle
Pairs/Characters: Harry ღ Ginny
Author's note: Written for the prompt 'letters' at hpgw100 All JK Rowling's, of course. ^-^ I just borrow them.

“Harry, what’s another word for ‘concise’? Seven letters, ends with C.”

Harry looked at his fiancée at the end of the sofa. Ginny had been pouring over the crossword puzzle in the old Muggle newspapers for two days.

He pretended to think before shrugging. “Straightforward?”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Seven letters, luv. Come on, I’ve got to beat Hermione this time.”

Harry grinned as he leaned closer. “I can spell happiness in five letters if you want,” he whispered huskily.

“Oh?”

“G-I-N-N-Y.”

She smiled as she cupped his face and kissed him senseless. “My happiness is in five letters too.”