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Harry paced up and down the Gryffindor common room, the anticipation, the contemplation, the anxiety. After making the choice to come back to do his NEWT's, this was the second biggest decision that he was ever going to have to make.

Only two hours to go, two hours until the most important moment of his life. Today day was the day; the ring was going to be delivered. Mr and Mrs Weasely were going to transport the ring to Harry via Hedwig. A week ago he decided that he was going to propose to Ginny, he made the phone call to confirm with her parents that it would be ok if he did.

Guess what they said?

Well let's just say that the line would have exploded if their shrieks of excitement were any more intense. Fortunately they were sworn to secrecy, so their cries of happiness were permitted to stay within the four walls that surrounded them. He had kindly requested for them to buy the ring and send it to him at Hogwarts, the one that he had asked them to get had 3 small peridots (Ginny's birthstone) driven in to the surface. Harry had spent his time carefully picking out this ring to make it perfect for her, he wanted everything to be special; to show Ginny how much he loved her.

One hour to go; Ron strolled through the door, followed closely behind by Hermione.

"Hey, has it come yet?" Ron questioned Harry sounding upbeat.

"No, not yet; and how did you find out?"

"Mum told me"

"And you're ok with it?"

"Yeah, fine by me. You make my sister happy, so you know" Typical Ron, cool, casual, laid-back kind of guy. Not bothered that I'm about to ask his sister to marry me. I mean he does owe me, after the endless days of watching him and Hermione, cosy, cuddled up. If that wasn't awkward, I don't know what is.

Half an hour to go; still anticipating the moment, still contemplating what's going to happen, still anxious. What if it's the wrong ring? What if I mess up the proposal? No, Harry, stop. Don't think like that. Pushing all those thoughts to the back of his mind, clearing his head of all notions that would give him second thoughts. He was going to ask, it was going to happen. Today was the beginning of the rest of his life.

Just then Hedwig swooped through, perching on the arm of the chair next to where Harry was nervously biting his fingernails.

Hedwig had a small parcel attached to his left foot, with a small roll on top.

He unravelled the piece of crumpled parchment;

Dear Harry,

We hope this is what you wanted, thank you for making our little girls dreams come true.

Best wishes, Arthur and Molly Weasely.

Harry then untied the parcel and removed the paper that covered it. Inside was a small black box, with two shiny gold hinges on the side, he began to slowly open it -hesitantly -It's not that he didn't trust Mr and Mrs Weasely, it was just that the thought of everything going wrong terrified him.

Ginny crept up behind Harry - quietly giggling - she stood behind him and tapped his shoulder.

"ahhhhhhhh! Oh Ginny, you scared me!"

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to frighten you"

"It's ok, don't worry"

"What's in the box?" Ginny asked, being her usual bubbly self

Harry had been so caught up in the moment that he had forgotten he was still holding the ring box. Of all the things that could have gone wrong; this was one of the worst.

Harry knew that this was the moment. He bent down on one knee,

"Ginevra Molly Weasely" Harry began…