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Chapter I
Harry swung the door open in one swift motion with his hip. Occupying his arms was a giggling Ginny, still in her Holyhead game uniform. Her outer robe had been discarded along the trek to Harry's bedroom, but she still wore her green jersey with yellow letters. Her white game trousers were enough to drive Harry, and to Harry's irritation, most men mad. Which is probably how they arrived at the present situation.
Harry kicked the door closed with his right foot and continued toward his large oak bed. Attempting to be suave, Harry tried to take off his trainers with his girlfriend in tow. He managed to get one trainer off successfully but stumbled over the trainer, causing both he and Ginny to go careening toward the bed. A booming thud resounded as Ginny's head bumped the wall. Harry jolted off of Ginny in alarm. "Ginny! I am so sorry. Are you all right?"
Ginny burst out in laughter. In between fits of giggles she managed, "Yes, but that quite killed the mood!"
Harry smiled in relief. "Well as long as you're all right."
Harry lay down next to Ginny, spooning her and placing kisses around her temple to erase the damage. "I tripped on my bloody trainer."
Ginny's lip quirked up in amusement, "I know, Harry. I was there, and a moment later, I was thrown into a wall."
Harry groaned and buried his face in Ginny's tousled red mane. "I am really sorry, Gin!"
Not wanting Harry to go into guilt mode, she adeptly changed topics. "So do you know what's happening next week?"
Harry's muffled voice answered back from the hair at the nape of her pale neck. "Your game against the Montrose Magpies, yeah?"
Ginny giggled, "Yes, but besides that, silly."
Harry began to panic. What was it? What day was it today? 28 April, 2002? 27 April 2002? No definitely the 28th. That report was due on the 27th and I handed it in yesterday…didn't I? Yes, I did.
"Harry, you forgot?"
"No, just thinking what day it is. It's the 28th today?"
"Yes."
Our four year anniversary is next week! Thank Merlin I remembered!
"Our four year anniversary is next week. Did YOU forget, Ginny?" he teased.
Ginny turned her face to place a kiss on his nose. "No." She stretched tantalizingly in front of Harry. It was enough to make him plant kisses along her neck.
She lightly pushed him away. "Harry, you tossed me into a wall a moment ago. Besides, I want to take a shower. I smell like quidditch."
"But I like quidditch," Harry protested.
"Yes and I don't like smelling like quidditch. So let me get up. Are my spare clothes still in your wardrobe's bottom drawer?"
Harry nodded in agreement as she leapt off the bed. "You know if you moved in with me, you wouldn't have to cart your things around like that."
Ginny smirked as she gathered a fresh set of clothes. "You know I could move in if I was married. That would probably be the only way Mum wouldn't die of shame."
Harry smirked as he sat up, swinging his thin legs over the side of the bed. He faked a surprised expression and exclaimed, "Ginny! Have I not proposed to you yet?"
Ginny quirked an eyebrow. "No…I am pretty sure I would have remembered a proposal from Harry Potter."
"Oh. Believe me. It's coming."
Ginny smirked. "Harry, I'll probably know about it before you do! You're pants at surprises."
To an extent it was true. Harry was a horrible liar, especially to Ginny. He managed to throw her a surprise party four years ago but had been thwarted ever since. Ginny had figured out every birthday, Christmas, and anniversary gift before she touched the wrapping paper. It was quite irritating really. Either Ginny had an excellent talent for divination, or Harry was transparent to the love of his life. Perhaps it was a mixture of the two.
"I threw you a surprise party when you made the Harpies! And you had no idea!"
Ginny shrugged, "I suppose so. I'll be in the shower."
Harry lay back on his bed as she left the room. It has been a while since I managed a decent surprise. It's also been some time since I managed a decent prank. She's so hard to surprise, growing up with Fred and George has her attuned to everything.
Harry sat up abruptly. What if I did all three? What if I proposed to her, pranked her, and surprised her? His face lit up as he began scheming away.
Author's Note: Thanks for reading! I will try to update within the week. Thanks to my beta, Lu, and my boyfriend who inadvertently gave me the idea in the first place. Review if you have the chance.
