Remembrance Day Comment-Fic-Meme!

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Up here in Canadaland, Nov. 11 is Remembrance Day - which means I don't have to work! So, in honour of all those who fought for my country in wars and whatnot, I'm going to spend the day writing fanfiction.

And you, dear flist, are going to give me prompts!

WHAT TO DO: Leave me a prompt in comments! I will write a little drabble to fulfil it.

RULES:
1. I only write Gen.
2. I don't watch much TV, so if you suggest crossovers, I might not have the knowledge to do it.
3. For those of you who friended me based on my Harry Potter/Supernatural crossover. You CAN prompt me to write with the Harry Potter characters; HOWEVER, if it is already a scene that I'm working on for the sequel, I may refuse the request, because I don't want to spoil the surprise...or I may still write it, but not set it in the Damned Demented Demon 'verse.
4. You can prompt until the end of Nov. 11th (in whatever time zone you are in.)

PROMPT AWAY!

PS: I'll feel really pathetic if nobody prompts. I've been jazzing myself up to do this for a whole week.

Comments

When Ginny Met Dean continued...

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"No, that's fine. Though, I must say, I'm curious to see what your brother looks like..." Ginny blushed, realizing what that sounded like. "Uh, that is...I mean...you look a little like my son. My second son."

Ginny nearly smacked herself at the confused look Dean gave her. Oh lord, had it been that long since she had flirted with someone? Wait? Was she trying to flirt? She was married for Merlin's sake.

"I mean..." Ginny said, a little flustered, "you have Harry's eyes, but freckles like me...and my second boy, he's the same."

Dean was laughing, but not at her. He was laughing as though she were in on the joke, like he had purposefully been born looking like her Albus so that they could have this conversation.

"Ah, Sammy's not half as good-looking as me," Dean said. "You ain't missing much."

"Hey..." Ginny heard Dean's brother say, and she laughed because it reminded her so much of her own brothers.

"So, you and Harry have two boys?" Dean asked, "Personally, I'm not sure you look old enough to have one kid, let alone too. Harry is one lucky man if he gets to go home to you every night."

"Actually," Ginny said smiling, "we have three children."

"Seriously?" Dean said, just after Ginny heard the familiar noise of someone apparating on Dean's side of the mirror. She wondered if Sam had gone off to fetch Harry, "I didn't think it was possible for a woman to have three children and look as good as you..."

Ginny blushed, and then noticed Dean look off to the side with a devilish smirk.

"Harry, man, you shouldn't neglect a girl like this, someone's liable to steal her away from you..." Dean said with a wink.

"Give me that!" Ginny heard Harry say, and the mirror was pulled away from Dean's face. All Ginny could see was black...and was that a button?

Then the image titled and Ginny was looking up at Harry.

"Gin?" Harry said.

And Ginny couldn't resist, because after growing up with six brothers, she had come to appreciate a good teasing...

"Hi Harry," Ginny said, not bothering anymore to hide her blushing. "So, who's your new American friend?"