Harry loved Sunday lunch at the burrow. Once all her children had moved out of the burrow Mrs Weasley has insisted that the whole family met up at lease once a week for a meal, Sunday lunch had been elected as the easiest around working schedules.
It felt like returning to his childhood home, although he has never officially lived there (although the offer had been made). The chickens scattered as he worked purposely across the garden to the shed where Mrs Weasley has banished all Mr Weasleys muggle paraphernalia or collection, depending on your point of view. Harry didn't really care either way.
He was going to ask now, the timing was perfect. He didn't know what had made him decide now. Maybe it was the pregnancy scare a few months ago. He had come home to find Ginny crying and screaming that it was all his fault, how could they of been so stupid. When the potion had been negative he had started to think about whether they should get married, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Then Ron and Hermonie announced their engagement and the hints from Mrs Weasley had slowed down, with one wedding already to plan, she was distracted and infuriated as Hermonie had, as usual, planned everything 6 months before it needed to be planned which made Mrs Weasley furious.
He had thought about asking Ginny to move in with him but he knew that this was frowned upon and it would upset her family. She spent, probably, five out of seven nights over Grimmuald place anyway, it really wouldn't be much of a difference. Although nobody except Ginny's flatmate, Callam , actually knew that.
Other people knew she spent time round there, he remembered the first time Ron had found Ginny round Harry's, he had arrived early to collect a textbook for auror training. Harry answered the door bleary eyed and in Pajamas. Ginny came out of the kitchen with two cups of tea wearing only one of Harry's shirts. She handed Harry one of cups and walked upstairs. Ron just said " I never saw that, O.K., especially of mum asks" "Agreeded" Harry already had enough ammunition of Ron and Hermonie to get them back if he had said anything. Harry loved that she wore his shirts. Occasionally at work , just for a few seconds, he'd catch that smell that was undeniably her and it made him happy for the rest of that day.
He just had to stop being such a chicken and ask her. But first he was going to ask Mr Weasley. Not to ask for his daughters hand in marriage, Ginny would hex him into next Tuesday if he asked her father first! He can imagine her asking why she couldn't make her own decisions, and he knew she had a point. He was going to ask Mr Weasley if he had any objections, he knew he wouldn't, correction, he though he wouldn't, but the scary thing was saying it out loud. Once he had asked Mr Weasley he knew he could ask Ginny.
No answer was forthcoming when he banged on the door to the shed ,so Harry pulled back the door to find Mr Weasley huddled over a table of plugs, holding one in each hand, glancing and comparing the two, putting the one in his right hand down and picking up from the pile again. Harry coughed " Mr Weasley" he said. Mr Weasley looked up and beckoned Harry over, still with a plug in each hand.
"Harry, just the person I wanted to see. I've just got this new plug to add to my collection and it's got two" he stopped, grappling for the word
"pins" said Harry knowing what he was going to say by staring at the plugs in Mr Weasley's open hands. " It's a foreign plug, I think only Britain has three. Hermonie will know why. When you go abroad you can buy adapters""
"Adapters, ingenious these muggles" he was beaming with the thought of a rare plug added to his collection, turning the plug round and round in his hands.
"Mrs Weasley sent me to tell you dinner was ready" he had chickened out. Mr Weasley was still distracted
"what, yes, i 'am coming" he said putting the normal plug on the table and the rare plug on one of the shelves, which harry assumed were for his treasured possessions. He spotted a television and a old computer before turning back.
"Mr Weasley there's actually something i wanted to ask you" Harry's face had turned bright red and all his attention was focused on the floor as his foot moved up and down the same piece of carpet. His attention was fixed at this point of the carpet as he continued. He couldn't get out of it now.
"I wanted to know if you have any objections to me asking Ginny to marry me"
There he'd said it, he could breathe again. There was no sound from Mr Weasley, should he look up? He did and saw Mr Weasley grinning from ear to ear
"Of course Molly will object"
Harry opened his mouth to defend himself. Before any words came out, Mr Weasley spoke again
"It means I win the bet, she though you'd wait until after Ron and Hermonie were married"
A grin spread across Harry's face to. Mr Weasley pulled him closer and patted him on the back
"Welcome to the family, officially"
"of course that's if she says yes" Harry said
" There's no doubt that she'll say yes" said Mr Weasley.
I f people like this, i've got an idea for another 6/7 chapters, so please review and i'll continue.