Welcome to the inner-workings of my mind.
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Harry Potter. I do however own this story and a wish that my boyfriend will ask my mom for her permission to marry me.
Harry Potter was not one to feel nervous in the face of serious situations. But his hands shook worse now than they had when he walked into the woods and saw his mother, father, Sirius, and Lupin for the last time before he gave himself up as a sacrifice to Lord Voldemort. They shook worse than after he'd come back to his body, his own soul untethered, and defeated his greatest enemy.
He stood at the door of the Burrow, a place he considered more his home than any other. He knocked on the door, conscious that knocking was something he would not do in any other situation but this.
Molly Weasley answered the door, and her brown eyes widened in surprise as she saw nineteen year old Harry on her doorstep.
"Harry! What a lovely surprise! I'll put on the tea!" she turned around and flicked her wand towards the tea kettle, which moved itself to the sink then stove, whilst shouting "Arthur, Harry's here!"
Arthur Weasley joined them in the kitchen a few short seconds later while Mrs. Weasley fussed over Harry's hair ("It's too long dear, it needs cut badly!") and his weight ("What do they feed you at The Ministry?").
Mr. Weasley sat down at the head of the table, absentmindedly staring at an alarm clock he'd carried in with him.
"Arthur dear, you weren't charming muggle objects in the shed again, were you?" Mrs. Weasley asked. She made it very clear what she wanted his answer to be.
"No darling, of course not…" he said, but when her back was turned he smirked at Harry and set the alarm clock out of his wife's sight.
"Harry, you haven't been around for a while. I know you and Ginny have been seeing each other after her Quidditch practices when you're not on Auror duty, but we haven't seen you for dinner lately. You must come around more!" Mrs. Weasley said. She poured herself a cup of tea, pouring Harry one and handing it to him. She poured Mr. Weasley a cup as well.
"Thank you darling," he said, smiling tiredly at her.
"Actually, Mrs. Weasley… Mr. Weasley… I came to talk to you about Ginny."
Both looked up at him, their eyes curious.
"What's the matter Harry?" Mr. Weasley asked. His voice was cautious.
"Well… you see. Ginny and I have been together for quite some time. And I guess the next logical step in that… well… I mean…" Harry was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe, like someone had put a Stinging Vex on his throat.
"Harry?" Mrs. Weasley was drumming her fingers on the table next to her tea, a particular twinkle in her eye and a half smile on her face.
"I'd like to marry Ginny. And I'd like your permission to ask her!" Harry spat the next words out nervously. He straightened the collar on his shirt and folded his hands in front of him on the table, afraid to meet the Weasley's eyes.
All at once four arms were around him, and Mrs. Weasley was crying profusely into his hair while Mr. Weasley laughed and laughed.
"Of course Harry!" Mrs. Weasley managed through her tears. Harry stood up, a grin on his face and relief in his heart.
Mr. Weasley shook his hand and smiled enthusiastically while Mrs. Weasley hugged him, crying "my baby is getting married!" into his shoulder.
Mr. Weasley poured a few glasses of Butterbeer to celebrate, and when Ginny got home well into the night after Quidditch practice, she was surprised to find Harry with her parents.
"Hullo Harry!" she said, pleased when he stood and kissed her on the cheek in front of her parents.
"Hi Ginny."
Mrs. and Mr. Weasley were grinning at the couple with happy, loving eyes.
"Mum, Dad, what's going on?" Ginny asked.
"Nothing dear. We just love you very much!" Mrs. Weasley said, tears sprouting from her eyes. Ginny, used to her mother's ways, smiled and went to her, patting her on the shoulder.
"I love you too, Mum."
Harry and Ginny, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley spent the rest of the night playing Wizard's Chess. Ginny didn't figure out what was going on.