Harry Potter Oneshots

sixty eight-ginny/harry

Requested by: PygmyPuff73

ship: ginny/harry

prompt: Ice Cream shop

category(?): Fluffy, funny

warning/tags: Harry can't take compliment, Ginny thinks he's attractive, Ron thinks it's hilarious, Mrs. Weasley can't take these two dorks anymore, harry has dimples, I love harry okay?

notes: I had so much fun with this haha

words: 524

Harry's chin was covered in his chocolate ice cream but somehow he was still really fucking attractive.

His untamable hair was as awful as ever, covering half his forehead and sticking up everywhere.

His eyes were bright, as they were when he was laughing. She could stare into them forever if that wasn't a totally creepy thing to do. The glasses he had now were much clearer, and didn't make his eyes seem dull.

His nose was scrunched as he laughed. Ginny knew he liked it, and she couldn't blame him.

Oh and his smile. His smile! He had one dimple in his left cheek. She knew his aunt had told him it was weird, and he still covered it when he smiled, but she would fix that. Because Merlin it was adorable. She could go bloody swimming in it she wanted.

"For some reason, I'm attracted to you, even with ice cream smeared across your face." She blurted.

He stopped mid-sentence and blushed, smiling again.

That stupid adorable dimple!

"Sorry, I didn't mean to say that. But it's true!"

He smiled. "Thanks. You're pretty attractive yourself, Miss Weasley."

"Thank you, Mister Potter."

He suddenly took a dollop of her own mint ice cream and flung it at her nose.

"Harry!" She yelled, attracting attention.

He laughed, until there was ice cream on his glasses. "Ginny! I can't see!"

She whispered very quietly, "Food. Fight."

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"What on earth did you two get up to now?!" Moll exclaimed, seeing Ginny and Harry covered in melted ice cream.

"We may have gotten kicked out of the ice cream parlor." Harry muttered.

Ron leaned against the table, watching his Mum clean Harry and Ginny. "Oh, I wanna here this one."

Ginny sighed, batting away Mrs. Weasley's hands. "Harry and I started a food fight, and they kicked us out."

"You started a food fight!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed. "You are adults!"

"To be fair Mum, Harry's an adult. I'm still sixteen." Ginny grinned cheekily.

"Harry, you need to be more responsible and tell Ginny not to do these things."

"Mrs. Weasley, you should know I can't control Gin. I can't control myself! Have you heard of the things I get myself into?"

Ron let out a laugh, smacking the table. "He's got you there, Mum."

Mrs. Weasley nodded. "Ginny, you need to control your boyfriend."

"But Mum! He started it!"

Ron let out a cheer.

"No way! You're the one who said I was attractive." Harry pouted.

"How does that constitute a food fight?" Mrs. Weasley asked, a hand covering her face.

Hermione interrupted, trying not to giggle. "Harry isn't good with compliments. Back at Hogwarts, a girl complimented him on his, and I quote, 'Quidditch bod' and he sent a stinging hex at her."

"I didn't know what to do! They don't teach you how to accept compliments in primary school."

Ron was roaring with laughter by now, so Mrs. Weasley stuffed a biscuit into his mouth.

Ginny glared. "You put mint chocolate on my nose for saying you were attractive!"

"I can't take a compliment!" Harry wailed.

Ron fell from his chair, crying and laughing.