A/N- This is my first attempt at Fan Fiction so please let me know if I should continue. Read and Review. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer- I own my car, J.K.R. owns everything else.

Ronald Weasley looked at his reflection in the mirror as he tried to smooth down his hair and straighten his quidditch robes so that they would lay flat on his shoulders. He closed his eyes and sighed. What he saw was a 16 year old boy with hair the color of an over ripe tomato, gray-blue eyes that sat in a face full of freckles and a tall gangly body with no shape or definition to speak of.

"If I were half as cool as Harry I'd have it made. It would be a piece of cake. She'd just fall at my feet at the mere sight of me." He thought grimly, "But she won't because she knows I'm nothing more than a stupid git. How am I going to do this? She's gonna laugh".

When he opened his eyes, the reflection starring back at him was quite different than the one he saw in his mind. At 22 it was true the hair was still tomato red and the eyes gray-blue but that was where the similarities ended. The Weasley height was in full evidence at 6'2"and Ron's body was well toned and muscular from years of diving for the quaffle and chasing down and fighting death-eaters. His smile could light up a room and the gray-blue eyes sparkled like stars when he was happy and flashed fire when he was angry or upset. Right now those eyes showed fear. Naked fear. He straightened his robes for the umpteenth time, felt his pocket to make sure the box was still there and turned away from the mirror.

"Ron, Ron where are you?"

"Ron mate, you still in here?"

Ron smiled at the sound of the two voices. Coming towards him were the 2 people he loved almost as much as..."Oh Merlin," he thought again. "She's gonna laugh" and with that he sunk down onto a bench and put his head into his hands and moaned as Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley Potter came into view from behind the row of lockers.

"Ron are you alright?" Ginny ran over to her brother, knelt down in front of him and put her arms around his broad shoulders. Ron just groaned in response, his head still in his hands.

"It won't be so bad Ron" Harry said very seriously as he sat down next to him. "After you stop shaking like a leaf, hopefully not fall off your broomstick, try to look her in the eyes, get the words out without stuttering and off shot she actually says yes...you'll be just fine."

Ron picked his head up out of his hands, looked directly at his so called best friend and said, "Sod off mate"

"Now Ron, is that a nice way to talk to me? After all, I am captain of this quidditch team and I can replace you as keeper. And then would this great plan of yours be?"

"Harry stop teasing him" said Ginny. "Because I seem to remember someone who shall remain nameless at this point, couldn't look me in the eye either. In fact I think I said yes before you even asked just so you wouldn't have to embarrass yourself. Although," she said giving him a mischievous smile, "You did look so cute while you stuttered my name."

Harry scowled at his wife and said, "I don't remember it exactly like that."

"How could you, you were so nervous. There are pictures to prove it. Even so, I married you anyway. And I love you all the more for letting me know how pathetic you could be." Even though the words weren't exactly romantic, Harry knew what she was trying to say and giving her a tender smile he leaned over Ron to kiss her on the cheek.

"Guys this is romantic and all but MY PROBLEM remember!!!"

"Oh, sorry Ron. We sort of forgot you were there". Ginny stood up and pulled on Ron's arms. "Stand up and let me look at you"

Ron stood and watched intently as Ginny's eyes traveled from the top of his red hair to his rapidly turning red ears, down the front of his quidditch robes, to the tips of his shoes. It never ceased to amaze her how handsome her big brother was. She smiled brightly at him because she knew that someone else thought the same thing.

"She's gonna laugh Gin!"

A/n: what do you think? Let me know should I finish?