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A Question

Harry was pacing again. He was glad that tonight was the night; otherwise he might worry that he would wear a hole in the Weasley's already worn floor. He could hear their voices echoing into the kitchen from the sitting room, and he began to wonder how in the world he would get her away from them long enough to ask her. Even if they knew his plans, even if they knew what he was going to ask—he couldn't bear to do it in front of them. He just couldn't. He had spent his entire life in the spotlight. This moment was for him. For him and for Ginny.

The door flew open then, and he jumped. Ginny stood with her arms crossed, an accusing look in her eyes.

"What are you doing in here?" she hissed. "I need you out there. Mum keeps getting weepy and bringing up embarrassing stories from when I was little. I don't know what's gotten into her."

Harry knew, and he was grateful, considering it had drawn Ginny out of the sitting room for him.

"Gin, come outside for a minute, please? " he almost begged, taking her hand. Her eyes softened at the pleading tone in his voice.

"Harry, what's—" she stopped abruptly when she saw the clear, starry sky, illuminated by hundreds of fireflies. He saw her eyes light up when they found the two broomsticks propped against the tree.

"Fancy a quick race?" Harry asked.

"You know I can't resist the chance to one-up you, Potter!" She grinned that mischievous smile of hers, grabbed a broomstick, and flew off before Harry knew what hit him.

Harry grabbed his own broom and flew into the night sky, his nerves fading away as he chased Ginny's brilliantly red hair. He caught up to her rather quickly, and to his surprise, she slowed down and turned to face him.

He stopped too, confused. Suddenly, she was throwing herself at him in midair, still on her broom, kissing him fiercely. He responded eagerly, almost forgetting what he had come outside to do. Then, as fast as she was on him, she pulled away and raced back toward the ground.

Harry, realizing she was purposely trying to distract him, sped after her, but she reached the tree first.

"I win!" Ginny shouted triumphantly.

Harry nodded, admitting defeat.

"If I have to lose like that, then I'm okay with it," he smirked.

She laughed and placed her broom back up against the tree. When she turned back toward Harry she found him on the ground, on one knee.

Ginny gasped audibly, but before she could say a word, Harry had said it—

"Ginny, I love you. Marry me?"

She smiled radiantly, throwing her arms around him.

"Yes, Yes!" He had a fleeting thought that he would never, ever, forget the look in her eyes at this moment. Then she was kissing him again- a kiss that had Harry thinking he was still on his broom, flying. He felt like he was flying.