Prompt: 2) Hinny dueling, set anytime post-battle. Cocky harpy vs. wipe-the-floor-with-you Auror? First summer trauma coping? The angst/fluff potential is endless
Harry’s pretty capable, as far as new fathers go. No major injuries or illnesses to report, and he thinks James seems pretty happy, all things considered. So when Ginny goes to spring training for almost a month, he does alright. Aside from missing Ginny like – something he would miss a lot. Sleep deprivation is not particularly conducive to similes. Or grooming. Between a full workload with the Auror Office and handling James on his own every night, certain things get shunted to the side. And it’s a pretty easy choice if he’s deciding between shaving and taking a kip for a quarter of an hour.
Which is why Ginny comes home to her husband lying spread eagle on the floor with the tiniest Potter splayed across his chest, playing with his newly grown beard. “Alright Potters?”
James claps his chubby hands and topples back against Harry’s now raised thighs in excitement.
Quickly, Harry catches James around his middle and soon enough has his entire family wrapped in his arms. Ginny’s warm and firm under his hands, freckles and just a touch of sunburn across her shoulders, her chocolate eyes sparkling in that way that lets him know he’s not the only one who’s been lonely.
James pitches toward Ginny, his kiss overly wet and gummy, while Harry nuzzles her damp hair. “We missed you.”
Ginny takes James into her arms, showering him with kisses before using her free hand to scratch at Harry’s beard. “This is new.”