"Gin!" called Harry up the stairs to me. "Are you nearly ready? We need to leave in five minutes!"

"Shit!" I cursed under my breath. "Almost," I replied casually, lying through my teeth. I ran to my closet and rifled through it, eventually pulling out a blue mohair sweater dress with long sleeves that came to about mid-thigh, a pair of black opaque tights, and three inch black heels – high enough to look dressy but low enough that I could at least walk. I applied a quick coat of mascara to my lashes and flipped my auburn curls upside-down and shook them out, not bothering to run a comb through them.

"Come on, Gin!" Harry yelled at me. "If we're late your mother will skin me alive!"

I grabbed my purse from the nightstand, and my cellphone from our bed. "I'm ready, I'm coming!" I shouted back as I raced downstairs, as usual tripping over my feet as I reached the bottom. Harry caught me, grinning, and pulled me close. "You look beautiful, love," he said softly. I laughed and kissed him lightly on the lips and detangled myself from his embrace. "Come on, let's go," I mocked, heading out to the car. "Don't wanna be late!"

He grinned, a little chagrined, and got into the drivers seat. "Got everything?" he teased. I have a bit of a penchant for losing my stuff, or forgetting something important. I checked my purse and nodded sheepishly. "All set."

We arrived at the Burrow a little under forty five minutes later. One of the main reasons we live in Central London is, aside from our mutual love of the city, that it's close enough for me to get home easily, but far enough away from home that my mother couldn't continually pop in the 'check up on us,' like she did to my brother Ron and his fiancé Hermione.

We parked beside the edge of the woods that surround my childhood home, which have always been my favourite place in the whole world. It's the place where so many of my childhood memories are set, and where I used to get away from the chaos of my family during my teenage years. It's even the place where Harry and I had our first kiss. We had just reached a secluded spot beside the little stream that ran through the woods when Harry stopped me. "What's up?" I asked, a little concerned.

"Do you remember the first time I kissed you?" he asked me. I smiled, reliving the memory. "Of course! We were sitting here, on the old blue picnic rug, and Mum had made us corned beef sandwiches that neither of us liked. I was saying something and you just leaned over and kissed me."

"That was the day I realised I loved you," he said intensely. "Ginevra Molly Weasley, I want to be with you forever." He slid down on one knee, and pulled out the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. I gasped and covered my mouth. I had been dreaming of this moment since I was ten years old, and here it was, finally happening. "I want to spend my life with you by my side, as my wife. Will you marry me?"

"Yes!" I gasped. "Oh my God, yes, yes, a million times yes!"

"Really?" he asked incredulously. "Oh, thank God."

He slid the ring on to my finger and kissed me passionately. "I love you," he said loudly.

"I love you too," I replied.