I found these on my hard drive, so a bit of catch up... the next list of missed prompts is longer, and they are likely to be posted singularly, hopefully sooner than these (Magical was the prompt back on 5th March!). Vic x
It was a small gesture, putting her hand over his, where it rested on the table, but it meant the world to Ginny.
It showed her never ending support for him, despite the chaos that always surrounded them, it showed the Wizarding Press that they were together, and the small squeeze she gave him showed him alone how much she truly loved him.
But it was that familiar electrical charge between them that meant the most to her. Ginny had always felt it, always longed for it and hoped, beyond all else, that they’d never lose it: that magical spark.
The Easter holidays had come to an end and Ginny didn’t particularly want to leave Harry behind, yet again.
He accompanied her to King’s Cross Station, and they walked slowly through the crowds, Harry chivalrously pushing her trolley of belongings along the platforms until they reached the barrier.
Turning to face him, he couldn’t stay to wave goodbye to her she saw her own emotions reflected on Harry’s face. She couldn’t hold herself back and she sprung into his arms, hugging him close and not wanting to let go.
“It’s not long until the summer hols now Gin. You’ll see.”
Renewing the charms that locked the door, Ginny turned and smiled mischievously at her husband, still asleep in the bed. Their delayed honeymoon had been well worth the wait and Ginny smiled to herself at the thought that she might have worn Harry out already.
Sliding the room service tray she had just collected onto the bedside table, Ginny charmed the pot of tea to stay warm and crept back under the duvet.
They had a long and lazy week planned and she couldn’t wait to get started. She fell back to sleep with a contented smile on her face.
“James Sirius Potter, don’t even think about it!”
Ginny’s furious roar echoed through the house and entered Harry’s office with venom. Finishing up his paperwork, Harry left his normally peaceful sanctuary with equal amounts of curiosity and irritation.
It wasn’t the disruption that angered him; he had known when he brought work home with him that he would undoubtedly be disturbed. What maddened him most was that James never learned his lesson, which infuriated both of his parents exponentially.
Having turned the hearth rug into a flying carpet ‘accidentally’, James deserved whatever creative punishment Ginny could conjure up for him.
Harry and Ginny were eating a late dinner with Al and Lily when the first letter came that fateful night. James had been at Hogwarts for less than a day and McGonagall’s letters had only just begun.
That first prank was simple, but effective; according to McGonagall’s letter - the first of many - James had let a hundred crickets loose in the Great Hall during the feast. He had barely been finished with his Sorting before he was causing McGonagall more grey hairs.
Even in that first letter Minerva had questioned his parents’ choice of namesakes for their son.
Harry hated being sick. He didn’t like that he couldn’t breathe through his blocked nose, he was irritated by the sleepiness that overcame him and the constant aches and pains drove him mad. All of these faded in comparison to his hatred of not being able to taste anything.
Even that had its upsides. He may not be able to taste the amazing chicken broth that Molly always sent over, but he certainly didn’t miss the tastes of potions that Hermione forced on him.
Harry hated not tasting anything when he was ill simply because he couldn’t taste Ginny’s kisses.