Harry Potter Harry Ginny Novels & Stories

You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make till the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the gods above Can separate the two of us I hummed softly along and he looked over at me. "Big fan,huh?" "No, just one of them." I pulled over into the parking lot. "Who's this unlucky guy?" "One, he's not unlucky. Two, it's Harry." We walked towards my locker. "Harry Styles?" "No," I rolled my eyes at him. "Harry Potter." "Haha, really funny." He said as I slammed my locker shut. I turned on my heels and coffee spilled on my shirt. Way to start Friday morning. "Watch the hell where you're going." The voice barked.

Brandon says but I still won't budge. Eventually, I do and I watch someone named Harry and Ron riding a flying car and getting tangled up in a giant moving tree. Then there is this lady that's apparently the vice-principal and the head for a house called Griffindoor or something like that, what's her name Mrs McDonald's? I like her. Now and then we both laugh and I enjoy it when his chest rises and falls against my head. This is nice.

She hugs Harry. "Ryn, wow...You've grown a lot." Harry compliments her. A/N: Ryn is one of the girls harry got intimate with during high school. "Thanks but that's all the lord's doing. Here, have some drink." She stretches it to him. "Oh, thanks." Harry drinks the wine, feeling a little dizzy. "I'm feeling a little dizzy. Can you take me to the bathroom please?" "Sure." She put her hand around his waist, his left hand around her neck, walking to sickbay.

Harry was approaching the red zone dangerously fast. “Typical man!” Gwen shouted, rolling her eyes at the boyfriend. “He doesn't even care one bit, mom.” “Oh, I don't know honey...” Nicole brought a finger to her lips. “I'd say young Harry there is checking out the goods... aren't you Harry?” “Huh!? What?!” He sputtered.

Autumn’s expression turned cold as she looked at them. "Ms. Rivers, if your eyesight’s failing, you should see a doctor. Which eye of yours saw me hurting Luna? "And you, barking without even asking what actually happened. Is being Luna’s lapdog really that rewarding?" Hector’s face turned red with anger, veins bulging at his neck. He pointed at her. "You…" Just then, Ginny walked in, her silver hair neat, leaning on a cane and supported by the driver. She held a delicate gift bag in one hand.

He and the arrogant jerk had gone to the same high school before Harry had ratted him out for smoking and got him expelled. So this girl was Harry’s fiancée? He almost laughed. Revenge was best served cold and it was freezing now.

I straddled him to deepen the kiss when we heard a whistle behind us. “If I had known you guys would give this kind of show, I would’ve brought popcorn.” I broke away to see George and Harry walking towards them. I jumped up to greet them, pulling them both into a hug. “What are you guys doing here?!” “You think we’ll leave you going against a crazy witch without our help. Besides, I have never seen a grimoire up close before,” Harry said with a sparkle in his eye. I looked at George, who rolled his eyes as Harry gushed about the books Mirja let him keep.

But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real. "Wait, so there are actually people with magical powers?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around this new information. "Yes, and it's not just limited to humans. There are also fantastic creatures like dragons, unicorns, and even talking paintings," She replied, her eyes sparkling with wonder. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It sounded like a world full of endless possibilities and adventure. "And the best part is, Harry Potter, the famous wizard, goes to Hogwarts too. He's the chosen one, destined to defeat the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort," Renee continued, her voice filled with excitement.

"Please, Gin. Just let me do this. Let me take care of you. Because I couldn't handle it. If I lost you... if I lost either of you today, I wouldn't have survived it." Ginny’s own tears spilled rapidly over her lashes. She sank her fingers deeply into his thick hair, holding him close as he cried quietly against her side. In the absolute safety of their room, miles away from the magical war and the political fallout downstairs, they finally allowed themselves to just breathe.

At least Harry had it easy, he didn't have to suffer for three years before he could start dating Ginny! I am talking of course of Harry Potter who shares the same birthday with me, just like my favourite author J K Rowling! But I guess I am more like Ginny who had a crush on Harry for five years before Harry became wise enough to realize who his soulmate was. How simple life would be, if it followed the same pattern as events from your favourite books. Since I never found the courage to open up to Vic, nor found any whiff of interest from him about me, I found my outlet in books.