The Beginning of a Happily Ever After
By: Miss Ladyluck
Author's Note: Glad that you guys came to read my story. It's just a short, fluffy, one-shot. I hope you like it! (I fixed the name thing- thanks guys!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters in this story- Actually, the only thing that I own in this story is the plot.
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Ginny came down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Ron and Hermione were sitting at the island. Hermione was pouring a bag of tortilla chips into a basket and had laid out some salsa. Ginny reached to grab some chips and salsa.
"She's alive!" Ron said sarcastically, "We were beginning to think that you had died," he laughed.
"Oh shut it, Ron," Hermione said while hitting him upside the head, "Ginny, you look fantastic. She's glowing, isn't she Ron," she nudged him quite harshly in the side.
"Uh... yeah. Ginny, you look... nice," Ron managed to get out.
"Thanks... I think," Ginny said, grabbing another chip and dipping it in salsa.
"You're going on a date with Harry tonight, aren't you," Hermione said knowingly.
"I am," she stated simply.
"I knew it. Where is the git taking you?" Hermione asked, still smiling.
"He's taking me to this symphony and fireworks show," she said showing them her ticket, "He's brining a pick-nick dinner along, too," she sighed, "That man knows all my weaknesses." Ginny laughed to herself. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Come on in, Harry," Ginny called towards the back door.
"Hello, beautiful," Harry said upon entering the kitchen.
"Hey," she snaked her arms around his neck and kissed him.
"Hello- we're still here," Ron said while mimicking a gag. Hermione rolled her eyes at his childish antics and wondered how she ever fell in love with him.
"Ready to go, my darling Miss Weasley?" Harry asked, smiling at her, still ignoring Ron while. He offered his arm to her.
"Why yes I am, Mr. Potter," she replied taking his arm and walking with him to the door, "And don't wait up, you two." She glanced back to her brother and soon-to-be sister-in-law, and waltzed off to the ball with her Prince Charming.
Upon arriving at the place of the concert, Harry led Ginny to a place on the side of a hill. "Does this look like a good spot to you, Gin?" Harry questioned upon choosing a grassy patch.
"It's perfect," she replied dramatically.
Harry laid down a blanket and laid out a small table of food behind them while Ginny got out the wine bottles and glasses.
"To an awesome evening with my love," Harry toasted. After all the time she knew him, he still knew how to make her blush. He leaned over and kissed her deeply. "Are you ready to eat?" He said, breaking the kiss.
"Sure. What do we have to dine on this fine evening?" Ginny asked him, motioning to the pick-nick basket.
"Well, we have some chocolate-covered strawberries," he pulled them out and smiled suggestively, "We'll save them for later. We have some chicken pasta salad- I made it myself," Ginny smiled at that. She loved it when he cooked for her, "Some vegetables and dip, and some homemade vanilla ice cream," he finished.
"You know exactly what I love," she said in a near-whispered voice, "It looks wonderful, Harry. I love it, and I love you."
"I'm glad you think so," Harry said, kissing her again.
The orchestra began to play. Harry held Ginny in his arms and they talked a little, but mostly just enjoyed each other's company. They listened to song after song. She loved him and all his ways. She loved how he would hum, barely audible, with the orchestra and buried his face in her hair. She loved how he put her best interests before his own. She loved how she fit perfectly in his arms. She loved how he loved her. She loved him.
After the symphony, it came time for the fireworks. Ginny watched the sky as brightly colored fireworks lit up it up. Harry got up, probably to get some more wine. He came back and wrapped her up in a blanket. She had been so mesmerized that she hadn't realized she was shivering in the night wind.
Here it was, the fireworks show, and Harry got up once again. She sighed. All night he had been still with her, but in the last five minutes, he had been quite fidgety. Then, something caught her eye. Harry was on his knee.
"Harry, what on earth are you doing?" Ginny questioned.
"Ginny, I love you more than anything in the world," Ginny's eyes widened and her hand flew to her mouth in awe, "I've loved you as long as I can remember and I don't want to remember a time when I wasn't in love with you. I don't know how I could make it through the rest of my life without you. So, Ginevra Molly Weasley," Harry pulled out a black velvet box and opened it to reveal an amazing diamond ring. Ginny felt the tears starting to fall down her face.
"Oh God, Harry," Ginny gasped.
"Ginevra Molly Weasley, would you make me the happiest man in the world by being my wife?" He asked a tearful Ginny.
"Oh my God," Ginny burst into tears, "Yes, Harry! Yes, I'll be your wife," she cried.
He slid the beautiful ring onto her finger and enveloped her in a deep embrace and kiss. She returned the kiss with a love like nothing she had ever felt before. She, Ginny Weasley was going to marry Harry Potter, and she had never been happier in her life!
By: Miss Ladyluck
Author's Note: Glad that you guys came to read my story. It's just a short, fluffy, one-shot. I hope you like it! (I fixed the name thing- thanks guys!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters in this story- Actually, the only thing that I own in this story is the plot.
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Ginny came down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Ron and Hermione were sitting at the island. Hermione was pouring a bag of tortilla chips into a basket and had laid out some salsa. Ginny reached to grab some chips and salsa.
"She's alive!" Ron said sarcastically, "We were beginning to think that you had died," he laughed.
"Oh shut it, Ron," Hermione said while hitting him upside the head, "Ginny, you look fantastic. She's glowing, isn't she Ron," she nudged him quite harshly in the side.
"Uh... yeah. Ginny, you look... nice," Ron managed to get out.
"Thanks... I think," Ginny said, grabbing another chip and dipping it in salsa.
"You're going on a date with Harry tonight, aren't you," Hermione said knowingly.
"I am," she stated simply.
"I knew it. Where is the git taking you?" Hermione asked, still smiling.
"He's taking me to this symphony and fireworks show," she said showing them her ticket, "He's brining a pick-nick dinner along, too," she sighed, "That man knows all my weaknesses." Ginny laughed to herself. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Come on in, Harry," Ginny called towards the back door.
"Hello, beautiful," Harry said upon entering the kitchen.
"Hey," she snaked her arms around his neck and kissed him.
"Hello- we're still here," Ron said while mimicking a gag. Hermione rolled her eyes at his childish antics and wondered how she ever fell in love with him.
"Ready to go, my darling Miss Weasley?" Harry asked, smiling at her, still ignoring Ron while. He offered his arm to her.
"Why yes I am, Mr. Potter," she replied taking his arm and walking with him to the door, "And don't wait up, you two." She glanced back to her brother and soon-to-be sister-in-law, and waltzed off to the ball with her Prince Charming.
Upon arriving at the place of the concert, Harry led Ginny to a place on the side of a hill. "Does this look like a good spot to you, Gin?" Harry questioned upon choosing a grassy patch.
"It's perfect," she replied dramatically.
Harry laid down a blanket and laid out a small table of food behind them while Ginny got out the wine bottles and glasses.
"To an awesome evening with my love," Harry toasted. After all the time she knew him, he still knew how to make her blush. He leaned over and kissed her deeply. "Are you ready to eat?" He said, breaking the kiss.
"Sure. What do we have to dine on this fine evening?" Ginny asked him, motioning to the pick-nick basket.
"Well, we have some chocolate-covered strawberries," he pulled them out and smiled suggestively, "We'll save them for later. We have some chicken pasta salad- I made it myself," Ginny smiled at that. She loved it when he cooked for her, "Some vegetables and dip, and some homemade vanilla ice cream," he finished.
"You know exactly what I love," she said in a near-whispered voice, "It looks wonderful, Harry. I love it, and I love you."
"I'm glad you think so," Harry said, kissing her again.
The orchestra began to play. Harry held Ginny in his arms and they talked a little, but mostly just enjoyed each other's company. They listened to song after song. She loved him and all his ways. She loved how he would hum, barely audible, with the orchestra and buried his face in her hair. She loved how he put her best interests before his own. She loved how she fit perfectly in his arms. She loved how he loved her. She loved him.
After the symphony, it came time for the fireworks. Ginny watched the sky as brightly colored fireworks lit up it up. Harry got up, probably to get some more wine. He came back and wrapped her up in a blanket. She had been so mesmerized that she hadn't realized she was shivering in the night wind.
Here it was, the fireworks show, and Harry got up once again. She sighed. All night he had been still with her, but in the last five minutes, he had been quite fidgety. Then, something caught her eye. Harry was on his knee.
"Harry, what on earth are you doing?" Ginny questioned.
"Ginny, I love you more than anything in the world," Ginny's eyes widened and her hand flew to her mouth in awe, "I've loved you as long as I can remember and I don't want to remember a time when I wasn't in love with you. I don't know how I could make it through the rest of my life without you. So, Ginevra Molly Weasley," Harry pulled out a black velvet box and opened it to reveal an amazing diamond ring. Ginny felt the tears starting to fall down her face.
"Oh God, Harry," Ginny gasped.
"Ginevra Molly Weasley, would you make me the happiest man in the world by being my wife?" He asked a tearful Ginny.
"Oh my God," Ginny burst into tears, "Yes, Harry! Yes, I'll be your wife," she cried.
He slid the beautiful ring onto her finger and enveloped her in a deep embrace and kiss. She returned the kiss with a love like nothing she had ever felt before. She, Ginny Weasley was going to marry Harry Potter, and she had never been happier in her life!