How He Loved Her A Short Story
Oh, how he loved her. Her sweet smile, her beautiful face, her long, flowing, fiery-red hair. There were too many things to describe her, Ginny. He knew he could resist, at least for now, she was after all Ron's little sister. But some day triumph would come, some day they would be together, some day. Then as if by fate, they were together, they were unbreakable.
Ginny was fast asleep on the little couch in the Burrow's sitting room. Her small, delicate hand resting on the pillow her head was sleeping on. Harry quietly walked in to see if she was awake, but alas, of course not. He sat on the edge of the old, yet sturdy coffee table and watched her sleep. She, to him was like an angel, a small porcelain figurine, and then he held the small hand on the pillow ever so slightly. He knew couldn't resist, with the warm sunlight flowing through the window making her face glower even more, he just could not resist.
He pulled out a little, square, black box from his jacket pocket. He opened it and stared at its contents with a small twinkle in his eye, the little gold circle with its one sparkly jewel on top. Harry pulled the ring out and contemplated it, thinking of a way to ask her. Finally, he thought of the most unique, yet discreet way of asking his longing question. He simply placed the ring on her left hand and quietly lurked out of the room.
Ginny awoke without noticing the ring on her hand, partly because her hand was hanging off the couch and partly because she smelled dinner. When she walked out into the hallway she encountered Harry. He told her he was just about to wake her up; he clutched her hand and they went out into the garden. The big Weasley family greeted the couple with a hearty "hello!". Ginny sat down next to Hermione, with Ron and Harry on either side of them. Ginny placed her hands on the table, stretching. Hermione noticed the ring, but didn't say a thing; she had known that Harry was going to propose to Ginny. The setting sun hit the little diamond just right to make Ginny look. When she did Harry smiled. Ginny looked from the ring to Harry, then back at the ring, just to look at Harry again and with a sudden burst of excitement and joy, Ginny blurted out "YES!". The whole Weasley family looked up to see Ginny embracing Harry with a hug and a prolonged kiss. Ron sat there blushing, Hermione smiled, shocked at the scene that had taken place just stared, and leaned back in his chair with a look of content spread across his face.
Oh, how he loved her. Her sweet smile, her beautiful face, her long, flowing fiery-red hair. There were too many things to describe her. But now one more thing could be added to the infinite list of Harry's love for Ginny, she was his and would always be, forever more.
The characters and places mentioned here are J.K. Rowling's characters and places; they belong to her and her alone. I only like to use Harry and Ginny as a background.