Ficlet: Harry/Ginny
Title: Frosty the Snowman
Words: 741
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harry and Ginny have fun playing in the snow.
Author’s Notes: Written for the December Challenge at hpgw_drabbles. I was also inspired by this art by fbo66. I have intended to write a drabble to accompany the art since I received it for Winter 2011 at hg_seasonsfest but finally have gotten around to it. At least in my own head, this is an outtake for my h/g fic "Interrupted" (found here if anyone's interested), but I don't think you'd know that if I didn't tell you. ;)
I have not written a songfic before, but am taking that as "a fic based on a song", so hopefully that's what it's supposed to be. Although I can find anything on the internet, I did not look up the words to this song to make it more authentic, so I apologize to those purists who may be twitching from my version of the words. This story has not been Brit-picked, so I again apologize if this entire idea is a blatant Americanism, but once the plot bunny grabbed me, it would not be ignored. ;) I do not own Harry and Ginny (unfortunately) or "Frosty the Snowman". Without further ado . . .
Ginny's mitten hung loosely at the end of her sleeve, her left hand clasped in Harry's right inside his pocket as they crunched through the deep snow.
"New mittens?" Harry asked.
"Mum made them for me since I've lost two left gloves. Our hand-holding habits are not conducive to my keeping track of my gloves," Ginny giggled. "I'm pretty sure Mum knows, but she doesn't seem to care."
"Is there anything Mum doesn't know?"
"After Fred and George? Not really."
Harry laughed. "Dad's told me that before, too."
Harry and Ginny walked in silence awhile until Harry said, "I can't believe you go back to school tomorrow."
Ginny sighed, "I know. I enjoy spending every day with you, but you'll be back at the Ministry tomorrow, anyway."
"True. It won't be much longer until we're together every day."
"Less than six months, and I'll be Mrs Potter!"
"I like how that sounds!"
"Me, too," Ginny leaned against Harry's shoulder as they continued walking."We should do something fun before we're apart again. Is there anything you've always wanted to do and never had the chance?"
Harry blushed, but waggled his eyebrows at Ginny. "Well, of course, but you said you wanted to wait . . ."
Ginny lightly smacked Harry's arm, laughing. "I meant something we could do in the snow. Maybe something you wanted to do as a child?"
Harry thought a bit. "Build a snowman?"
"Great idea!" Ginny dropped to her knees in the snow and started rolling a snowball. Harry quickly joined her, humming as he did.
"What are you humming?"
"It's a song from a children's television programme Dudley liked."
"How does it go?"
"I don't remember all the words," Harry began to sing slightly off-key.
"Frosty, the Snowman was a jolly, happy soul, with a corncob pipe and a button nose and two eyes made out of coal. Frosty the Snowman, was a fairy tale they say, but the children know that it's really so that he came to life one day."
"This programme is about a snowman who comes to life? Isn't that scary for Muggles?"
"No, Frosty's a nice snowman who befriends this group of children. His hat makes him come to life."
There must have been some magic in that old silk hat they found, for when they placed it on his head, he began to dance around.
Ginny placed her snowball on top of Harry's. "We don't have a silk hat or a corncob pipe, and I'm not good enough at conjuration yet to make them, but I do have a carrot!" Ginny pulled a carrot out of her pocket and stuck it where the snowman's nose should go.
Harry made two tiny snow balls and charmed them black, placing them as the eyes. "Why do you have a carrot?"
"I always have a carrot in case I see any deer."
"I didn't know there were deer around The Burrow!"
"Well, I've never seen any, but I always have a carrot just in case." Ginny winked.
Harry laughed.
Ginny stood up and quickly gathered several sticks, poking them into the snowman. "There. Our snowman is finished."
Harry said, "He has arms now, but what's the stick in his head for?"
"That's your messy hair." Harry and Ginny both laughed, helping each other up to admire their snowman. "Is there any more to the song?"
"There's something about Frosty and the children needing to have as much fun as possible before he melts, but I don't really remember that part. Then there's a sort of chorus." Harry began singing again.
"Humpity, hump, hump. Humpity, hump, hump. Look at Frosty go! Humpity, hump, hump. Humpity, hump, hump. Over and through the snow!"
"Why does a children's programme mention humping?"
Harry snorted and threw a handful of snow at Ginny, who squealed. Harry pulled her to him, kissing her soundly. "It might be 'thumpity, thump, thump.' I don't know."
Ginny giggled, kissing Harry again. "Something else I've always wanted to do is make snow angels."
Ginny and Harry both dropped to the ground, side by side. Harry took Ginny's hand.
"Harry, our angels won't have proper wings if we're holding hands."
"Our angels will just be holding hands, too."
Ginny giggled, and they completed their angels. Then Harry rolled over on top of Ginny and kissed her.
"You're messing up our angels."
"I don't care." Harry and Ginny continued snogging in the snow, watched by their version of "Frosty".
Words: 741
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harry and Ginny have fun playing in the snow.
Author’s Notes: Written for the December Challenge at hpgw_drabbles. I was also inspired by this art by fbo66. I have intended to write a drabble to accompany the art since I received it for Winter 2011 at hg_seasonsfest but finally have gotten around to it. At least in my own head, this is an outtake for my h/g fic "Interrupted" (found here if anyone's interested), but I don't think you'd know that if I didn't tell you. ;)
I have not written a songfic before, but am taking that as "a fic based on a song", so hopefully that's what it's supposed to be. Although I can find anything on the internet, I did not look up the words to this song to make it more authentic, so I apologize to those purists who may be twitching from my version of the words. This story has not been Brit-picked, so I again apologize if this entire idea is a blatant Americanism, but once the plot bunny grabbed me, it would not be ignored. ;) I do not own Harry and Ginny (unfortunately) or "Frosty the Snowman". Without further ado . . .
Ginny's mitten hung loosely at the end of her sleeve, her left hand clasped in Harry's right inside his pocket as they crunched through the deep snow.
"New mittens?" Harry asked.
"Mum made them for me since I've lost two left gloves. Our hand-holding habits are not conducive to my keeping track of my gloves," Ginny giggled. "I'm pretty sure Mum knows, but she doesn't seem to care."
"Is there anything Mum doesn't know?"
"After Fred and George? Not really."
Harry laughed. "Dad's told me that before, too."
Harry and Ginny walked in silence awhile until Harry said, "I can't believe you go back to school tomorrow."
Ginny sighed, "I know. I enjoy spending every day with you, but you'll be back at the Ministry tomorrow, anyway."
"True. It won't be much longer until we're together every day."
"Less than six months, and I'll be Mrs Potter!"
"I like how that sounds!"
"Me, too," Ginny leaned against Harry's shoulder as they continued walking."We should do something fun before we're apart again. Is there anything you've always wanted to do and never had the chance?"
Harry blushed, but waggled his eyebrows at Ginny. "Well, of course, but you said you wanted to wait . . ."
Ginny lightly smacked Harry's arm, laughing. "I meant something we could do in the snow. Maybe something you wanted to do as a child?"
Harry thought a bit. "Build a snowman?"
"Great idea!" Ginny dropped to her knees in the snow and started rolling a snowball. Harry quickly joined her, humming as he did.
"What are you humming?"
"It's a song from a children's television programme Dudley liked."
"How does it go?"
"I don't remember all the words," Harry began to sing slightly off-key.
"Frosty, the Snowman was a jolly, happy soul, with a corncob pipe and a button nose and two eyes made out of coal. Frosty the Snowman, was a fairy tale they say, but the children know that it's really so that he came to life one day."
"This programme is about a snowman who comes to life? Isn't that scary for Muggles?"
"No, Frosty's a nice snowman who befriends this group of children. His hat makes him come to life."
There must have been some magic in that old silk hat they found, for when they placed it on his head, he began to dance around.
Ginny placed her snowball on top of Harry's. "We don't have a silk hat or a corncob pipe, and I'm not good enough at conjuration yet to make them, but I do have a carrot!" Ginny pulled a carrot out of her pocket and stuck it where the snowman's nose should go.
Harry made two tiny snow balls and charmed them black, placing them as the eyes. "Why do you have a carrot?"
"I always have a carrot in case I see any deer."
"I didn't know there were deer around The Burrow!"
"Well, I've never seen any, but I always have a carrot just in case." Ginny winked.
Harry laughed.
Ginny stood up and quickly gathered several sticks, poking them into the snowman. "There. Our snowman is finished."
Harry said, "He has arms now, but what's the stick in his head for?"
"That's your messy hair." Harry and Ginny both laughed, helping each other up to admire their snowman. "Is there any more to the song?"
"There's something about Frosty and the children needing to have as much fun as possible before he melts, but I don't really remember that part. Then there's a sort of chorus." Harry began singing again.
"Humpity, hump, hump. Humpity, hump, hump. Look at Frosty go! Humpity, hump, hump. Humpity, hump, hump. Over and through the snow!"
"Why does a children's programme mention humping?"
Harry snorted and threw a handful of snow at Ginny, who squealed. Harry pulled her to him, kissing her soundly. "It might be 'thumpity, thump, thump.' I don't know."
Ginny giggled, kissing Harry again. "Something else I've always wanted to do is make snow angels."
Ginny and Harry both dropped to the ground, side by side. Harry took Ginny's hand.
"Harry, our angels won't have proper wings if we're holding hands."
"Our angels will just be holding hands, too."
Ginny giggled, and they completed their angels. Then Harry rolled over on top of Ginny and kissed her.
"You're messing up our angels."
"I don't care." Harry and Ginny continued snogging in the snow, watched by their version of "Frosty".