#hinny fanfic

In a case of art imitating life, today’s drabble is brought to you by @thedistantdusk​ and the Shawarma Prince.  

“Harry, can we go to that shawarma place again?” Ginny asked.  

Harry looked over at her as they walked along the steep downhill slope.  “Again?  We just went there yesterday.”

“I know, but it was really good and I saw something else on the menu I’d like to try.”

He tried to visualize the menu, trying to figure out what about the place had Ginny so enchanted.  It was just a little hole in the wall he’d found last week when out for a jog.  Intrigued by the smells coming out of the small storefront, he’d suggested it for dinner the other night.  “All right.  Let’s go.”

They continued to walk in amiable silence, the brisk wind catching her hair and blowing it backwards.  Soon, he was able to catch the scent of Mediterranean food and his stomach began to grumble.  “I hope there isn’t a line,” Ginny said, echoing Harry’s thoughts.

Inside the shop, they stood looking over the menu posted above the busy counter.  “Do you know what you want?” he asked.  

Ginny nodded and gave him her order.  “Can we eat here?” she asked, nodding to a small table with two rather uncomfortable looking chairs.

“Wouldn’t you rather eat at home where it’s more comfortable?” 

“I’m starving—I don’t think I could get it home!”  Ginny sat down in one of the chairs and Harry shook his head, stepping up to the register to order.  Order placed, he sat down across from Ginny, handing her the cup of diet soda she’d asked for.  

As they chatted quietly, mostly about her upcoming exams and the fast-approaching Christmas holidays, Harry became aware that she wasn’t really paying attention.  “Are you all right?” he asked, squinting at her through his glasses.

“Hm?  Oh, no, I’m fine!” she said, truly focusing on him for the first time.  He noticed spots of red high on her cheeks.

“What’s going on?” 

“Nothing!  What makes you think …” she began, trailing off as she looked over his shoulder.

Turning around, Harry saw the young man behind the counter engaged in assembling their orders.  He was tall with a shock of dark hair and an easy smile and he shook his head.  “Are you serious?  That’s why you wanted to come here?”

Pink flooding her entire face, Ginny grinned at him.  “Um … maybe?”

Harry snorted and took a long drink of his own soda.  “Are you saying that I’m not good enough to look at?” he asked, leaning in towards her.  “That you have to stare at someone else, someone like this …” he said, searching for the right term.  “For this shawarma prince?”

“Harry, look at him.  He’s objectively hot,” Ginny said, meeting his eyes.  “Besides, who does he remind you of?”

Harry glanced at him again and turned back, shrugging at her.  “I dunno.  Some bloody actor?”

“Well, maybe, but look.  He’s tall, has dark messy hair—” Her litany was interrupted by the sound of a bell indicating that their orders were ready.  

“Shall I go collect our food from the prince?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.  “Or would you rather do it?”

“No, it’s fine.  You get a good look at him and then tell me if you think he’s hot.”

“Ben would be a better judge than me,” he said under his breath as he collected the tray.  He gave the kid the once-over, automatically returning his smile.  

“So, what did you think?” Ginny asked as she picked up her wrap.

“I think you have questionable taste in men,” he said, spearing a falafel.

She grinned at him, her nose wrinkling in that way he found adorable.  “Well, that much is known!”  She took a bite of her wrap and chewed, eyes straying once more to the Shawarma Prince.  From now on, we’re getting takeaway!

Happy Tuesday! I wrote this ficlet for the Minor Character (MC2) Romione March Challenge on the HPRomione Discord! Thank you to @el-eye-zee-aye for hosting! I had a blast writing Moaning Myrtle

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Visitors

The Prefects’ bathroom is one of the happiest places in the castle—at least, in Myrtle Warren’s opinion.

But the best part?

Not just any student can have access to it, so it’s not often that she has to share its brilliance with some horrible and whiny teens. Her favorite feature is the candle-filled chandelier. In the evenings, the light casts a magnificent glow upon the white marble floors, bringing life into the room despite its emptiness.

The toilets really are the best in the castle to swirl into. It’s an honest shame that the large in-ground tub doesn’t get too many visitors. The lavender scent of the bath salts is to diefor. The only thing missing is…

Oh.

Well, perhaps it would be nice to have some company. It was dreadful having to fly from bathroom to bathroom during the recent Battle of Hogwarts, watching in horror as her perfect porcelain toilets were smashed to bits.

Myrtle casts a forlorn glance towards the door, hoping someone will walk in. As if they read her mind, the door swings open so fast that she almost doesn’t have time to hide behind one of the stalls. She likes to make a dramatic entrance, after all.

A familiar-looking boy with stark red hair tugs on the hand of a girl with frizzy brown curls, pulling her quickly into the room before shutting the door. They drop hands as soon as they think they’re alone. The girl looks away from the boy, a blush creeping up on her cheek as she bites her lip. The boy shoves his hands into his pockets and rocks back and forth on his heels.

Myrtle notices that they’re both holding towels underneath their arms. Interesting, very interesting.

“So, uh…” The boy clears his throat. “Reckon I’m not surprised that the wards are no longer up to get in here.”

The girl nods. “Yeah, this is the best place for a bath.”

“Really? So, you’ve, uh, you’ve been in here to…to do that?”

“Yes, of course. Haven’t you?”

Ah.So they were once prefects. Myrtle wants to call out and inform them that they’re not the only couple that has passed through these doors wanting an escape from the rest of the castle. Although, she can only imagine the state of the crumbling structure as it is now. She doesn’t often venture outside of her favorite places.

The ginger-haired boy coughs again, jerking his head towards the tub. “Well, it’s free now, and I could stand to rinse off this grime.” He pats his tattered clothing, and Myrtle wrinkles her nose as she takes a peek through the gap in the stall.

Oh, she can’t stand witnessing this awkwardness any longer as more seconds tick away without conversation between the couple. It’s time for Myrtle to make her presence known.

She flies upward, hovering above the bathroom stalls as she grins at the mutual shocked expressions on the teens’ faces.

“Welcome!”

“Oh!” The girl’s eyes widen, taking a step back as she places a hand over her heart. “Sorry. We didn’t realize anyone was in here, Myrtle.”

Myrtle scoffs and raises her eyebrows at the pair through her thick-rimmed glasses. “I’m not just anyone, you know. I happen to be a valuable presence to this castle. What is it youwant? I don’t suppose you both want to use the bath at the same time…”

“Well, we’re certainly not here to flood the toilets,” the ginger mumbles, but not quiet enough.

Myrtle clenches her jaw, hoping that her narrowed eyes give away a thunderous look, daring the boy to speak further. Her gaze shifts to the girl with bushy brown curls standing next to him, who looks even more recognizable than the boy.

Ohwait.

An image flashes through Myrtle’s memory of a younger Hermione Granger in the girl’s lavatory, except at the time the girl donned cat fur, ears, and a tail. The recollection dissolves Myrtle into a fit of giggles.

“Oh yeah.” She points a finger at the couple, ignoring Hermione’s crossed arms and tapping foot. “I remember you.”

“We remember you, too, Myrtle.” Hermione’s tone is stiff and formal, although her eyes never stray from Myrtle’s.

Too much time passes in silence, and Myrtle grows far too impatient. Are these two going to do or say anything, or is she going to have to do all of the work for them? She sighs, tilting her head at Hermione while breathing in through her teeth.

“I don’t mean to stare,” Hermione chews on her bottom lip, seemingly contemplating her next words. “It’s just—I might have expected to see you in the girls’ lavatory on the—”

“I can travel to any bathroom I see fit, and I like this one.”

“Oh. Of course you can travel,” Hermione quickly adds. “You probably did so through—”

“Throughwhat?”

Hermione’s face flushes. “Nevermind. It’s not important.”

A wave of violent fury washes over Myrtle as she clenches her fists at her sides, all too annoyed by the secrecy. She’s notjust a miserable ghost. There are no rules saying she has to confine herself to one toilet for the rest of her afterlife.

“What’s not important?” Myrtle circles the young couple, observing the curious way their fingers lace together as she leans closer. “The fact that I am dead?”

The boy whispers in Hermione’s ear, but not soft enough. “It’s a touchy subject.”

“Ron!”

A shriek leaves Myrtle’s lips as she flies in front of this boy’s face until they’re nose to freckled nose—oh yes, of course he’s another Weasley, how could she forget? “Do you always bug people? Bug bug bug?” She jabs her index finger through his stomach several times, intent on poking him.

Myrtle will not stand for these pithy insults.

“Hey, stop that!” Ron jumps away, his eyes growing wide at her outburst.

Although Myrtle has half a mind to open up all of the taps in the room—imaginethe amount of bubbles—she doesn’t want to do something that would be considered in typical Myrtle fashion. She’s tired of reflecting on her own dramatic death and could use a new source of entertainment.

These two have been the center of massive gossip about the castle over the years, and she can’t believe she didn’t recognize them right away. In fact, she can recall a young, pretty girl named Lavender frequently moaning about her dormmate, Hermione, so much so that Myrtle started to avoid the poor, jealous girl whenever she would walk in looking for a chat.

A question comes to mind, spilling out of Myrtle’s mouth without a second thought. “Are you two snogging now?”

Ron’s face turns a distinct shade of red that matches his vibrant hair, a clear indicator that the topic of conversation has shifted into uncomfortable, or perhaps unfamiliar, territory.

“That’s personal, Myrtle,” Hermione admonishes.

Fine.She was hoping for some new gossip, but she shouldn’t be surprised that the pair continue to remain tight-lipped. Perhaps it would be best to give the couple some privacy. Believe it or not, Myrtle doesn’t relish in other people’s misery. She is just about to declare as such when the door swings open again, revealing her favorite boy with glasses and a jagged scar on his forehead, along with another ginger-haired girl.

"What are you guys doing here?” Harry Potter inquires, his eyes slowly darting from Ron and Hermione to Myrtle’s ghostly presence hovering in the background.

“Harry! You survived.“ Although pleased to see him, Myrtle can’t help but let her mouth falter into a pout. "I was going to share my toilet with you.”

“Er, sorry to disappoint, Myrtle.”

"Us?” Ron asks, flicking a finger in his friend’s direction. “What about you and Ginny?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Myrtle floats between the two couples, sniggering. “Harry wants to take a bubble bath.”

“Why did she just wink at you?” Ginny demands, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Oh, it’s, uh—it’s nothing, Gin.“ Harry shifts from side to side, avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room. "Honestly.”

“Well, I bloody hope so. She’s a ghost.”

Myrtle lets out a raucous wail. “I. Am. A. Person. With feelings!”

With an air of finality, she flies into a toilet stall and the door whips shut behind her with a slamming force. Myrtle’s shoulders begin to tremble along with the pace of her sniffling. She must look dreadfully unattractive, but she can’t seem to stop crying.

“Of course you are, Myrtle,” Harry’s soothing voice echoes from outside the barrier she’s created. Even though she knows he’s being comforting out of fear of upsetting her further, she still appreciates the attention. He is the Chosen One who just defeated the wizard responsible for her death. She should be grateful, shouldn’t she?

“Harry, you really are a golden egg.” Myrtle opens the stall door to face the couples, resisting the urge to wink at her favorite boy again. She can’t be seen as a desperate flirt. “And so handsome…”

Drat, that one slipped out.

“He’s a bloody martyr, this one,” Ron grumbles, and Hermione nudges him in the ribs.

A frown forms on Myrtle’s face. It’s quite bothersome how much tension is in the air between the four in the room. They did just complete a grim mission to take out the most powerful dark wizard of all time, who has spent years wreaking more havoc on Hogwarts than the basilisk that killed her. Myrtle is sure that the defeat was gruesome and dramatic and she wants all of the details.

“I always knew you could do it, Harry. So, tell me. What was it like destroying a part of your own soul?”

She heard the rumors, of course.

Although Myrtle hopes he’ll indulge her, Harry only winces. “Too soon.”

She purses her lips, growing irritated at the audacity of these couples invading her perfect, wet hideout, without even offering any new information.

“Fine. I suppose I’ll go. Clearly I’m not welcomed in my own bathroom.” Myrtle chokes back a fresh batch of tears, her thoughts drifting to the hard truth of not being the most popular supernatural being in the castle.

What’s so special about a nearly headless ghost, anyway?

“No need to leave, Myrtle. Maybe we should go to the dorms, Harry.” Ginny tugs on his sleeve. “I’m sure the showers will be free there.”

“Right.”

“So you wereplanning to shower together?” Ron glares at the pair.

Ginny snorts. “What was it you were planning to do with Hermione, dear brother?”

A high-pitched squeak leaves Ron’s lips. “That’s not important.”

“Oh, feel free to stay. All of you!” Myrtle drifts between Ron and Harry, a thrilling shiver running up and down her spine from her close proximity to these two handsome boys. “You can pretend I’m not here. I’ll close my eyes!”

“Er, thanks, Myrtle,” Ron moves away from her. “Maybe a cleansing charm will do the trick, actually.”

“No, no. Stay! I can flood this bathroom, if you want me to? That way no one bothers you for a bit.”

Four sets of eyes form a blank stare in her direction, and it doesn’t seem like Myrtle’s idea is targeting the right audience. Maybe she is just a ghoulish distraction, maybe the second floor girl’s bathroom is a better place for her…

“I wish I could find a love like you four have.” Myrtle bows her head, her shoulders sagging in defeat.

“We shouldn’t have encroached on your space.” Hermione offers a sympathetic smile. “We’re sorry, Myrtle. You belong here just as much as anyone else.”

The validation is simple, but it’s enough to make Myrtle’s heart swell with warmth that’s been missing for a very long time.

She twirls her hair between her fingers with a toothy grin plastered to her face. “Well, it’s nice to have visitors sometimes. And you’re always welcome in the girl’s bathroom!”

Hermione leans into Ron as he smiles down at her, wrapping an arm around her waist. Harry mirrors his best friend’s actions, intertwining his fingers with Ginny’s.

Ah, young love.

“Thanks, Myrtle!” With a final wave, the four turn to exit the room. Myrtle’s stomach drops, not yet ready for the loss of her latest companions.

"Oh, one more thing.”

They all face Myrtle again with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension on their faces.

The next set of words that tumble out of Myrtle’s mouth are perhaps the most earnest words she’s ever spoken. “Thank you. Truly.”

Her gaze shifts to Harry, whose eyes soften as he takes in the meaning behind her gratitude.

Thank you for defeating him.

For a simple moment in time, her animosity towards humans grows weaker as her adoration for them shines through.

Maybe they’re not all as unpleasant as Olive Hornby.

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HAPPY B-DAY GINNY POTTER: On Ginny’s 39th birthday, she couldn’t be happier to be alive. (G)

MR POTTER:  Ginny has been having some problems during pregnancy, but she can always count on her Auror, at least that’s what she expects. When that doesn’t happen, the redhead has a serious complaint to make (M)
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THE FIRST ‘I LOVE YOU’: Expressing your love for someone is not necessarily saying ‘I love you’, but in certain situations, it is what best explains your actions. (G)
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WHERE’S HARRY AND GINNY? : Harry and Ginny have spent some time away, so when they finally have time alone, they enjoy it until the last moment. (M)
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I’M SORRY  (Drastoria with a bit of Potters): Draco would do anything to see his son happy, even to apologize to … someone. (G) 
(PART II) 

GODFATHER: Harry needs to tell the news to his partner, in addition to calling him to an important position, even why, every child needs an inconsequential and incredible godfather (G)

WELCOME HOME:  Harry is a romantic guy, in his own way, and he really wanted to surprise his wife when he got home after 3 months away … But, it is she who surprises him (NSFW)
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POTTER’S FAMILY:  After all, when there is no more war, nor Voldemort, Harry finally has reason to want to be alive, his lovely wife is one of the main.
Over time, Harry Potter also wins another three. (G)

REPUTATION: Harry and Ginny don’t have the best reputations, which is exactly why the two get along so well. (M)
AO3 |Chapter 1| Chapter 2 |Chapter 3 |Chapter 4 |Chapter 5

YOU’RE THE RIGHT ONE:  James discovers that some friendships can be something more. He just doesn’t know how to handle it all.  (next gen hp) (M)

A LITTLE PARTY NEVER KILLED NOBODY:  Harry would let her end her life without even complaining (T)

JAMES AND HIS 15TH MONTH BIRTHDAY: Ginny is distraught when she realizes that her son will be 15 months old. The same age when Harry became an orphan (T)

HARRY IT’S SUCH A GOOD FATHER: Harry can’t say no to his children, especially when they are bored (G)

BETTER THAN FIREWHISKY: What if Harry had realized that he loved Ginny in book five? (T)

TEDDY IS DISCOVERED: Bill can be an understanding and calm guy … but that doesn’t include when his daughter is with someone hiding in the room (ted x victorie) (T)

EASY: “Easy” by Camilla Cabelo (T)

JAMES’S SICK: James is sick, and this is disturbing Harry’s peace (G)

GREEN EYES: Ginny always wondered what was behind those green eyes. (G)

THE ONE: Because when Harry realizes that Ginny is The One, he needs to do something about it. Even if it is risky, because his godfather always alerts him; “What is a life without a little risk?” (T)

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JILYTOBER: Trapped in a broom closet (T)

JILYTOBER: Lily denying she fancies James (T)

JILYTOBER: At a Quidditch Match (G)

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PROMPT JILY:  Banana pancakes by jack johnson (G)

PROMPT HINNY:  The boys and their dad vs Ginny and little Luna over having a sleepover with her guy friends (G)

PROMPT HINNY:  Ootp Sirius accidentally stumbles upon Harry and Ginny talking and accidentally thinking that it’s Lily and James (G)

PROMPT HINNY: Jily were alive and James finding out that his daughter in law got a contract to be a professional quidditch player (T)

PROMPT HINNY:  Lily, James and Sirius react to hinny first kiss in the after life (G)

PROMPT HINNY:  Harry and Ginny enroll their kids into a muggle Primary school the kids have a science fair, Harry helps them with it, Ginny and Arthur just being embarrassing muggle fanatics (G)

PROMPT HINNY: Have you ever died? I did a few times, it was actually quiet painful but you know what they say, no pain, no gain. (G)

PROMPT HINNY:  Cho being jealous of Hinny in 6th year (G)

PROMPT HINNY: (plus Romione) Let me explain. I was bored and you left me alone. (G) 

PROMPT DRASTORIA: Death bed (coffee for your head) by Powfu for Drastoria (T)