Disclaimer: I am NOT J.K. Rowling! (unfortunately) Although I wish I could say I had millions and millions of dollars lying around in my bank account, I do not, so therefore I am not the genius who came up with Harry Potter, JK Rowling is. All of these characters, places, etc. belong to her.

Hello hello hello! I'm terribly sorry for being so silent lately! I've been horribly busy with exams for school and all sorts of other crazy things going on in my life! But I am happy to say that I'm back, and this is my newest project!

I'm planning on doing quite a few pairings in here, mostly from Harry's generation, but maybe a few from the Marauders and next-gen. I'll keep everyone updated with my plans as far as pairings go, but so far these are certain: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Draco/Astoria, and Neville/Hannah

Of course there will be more pairings beyond just those four, but those are the ones I already have written, so they're definitely going to be going up soon.

Enjoy, and as usual, please review! It really does make my day!

Harry and Ginny

Harry looked nervously at his watch, tapping his foot absentmindedly while he waited for Ginny arrive at his flat. It appeared that practice for the Holyhead Harpies had run long that day, because she was nearly never late for a date.

It was their five year anniversary since they'd officially gotten back together after the war, and Harry had something rather special planned for that night. He was twenty-two, and they'd been dating for six years if you included their time before the war began, so he was finally beginning to think about getting married and starting a family.

That's right. Harry Potter was preparing to propose to his long-time girlfriend, also known as his best friend's sister. He'd gotten permission from Arthur several days before, and soon after had informed Ron of his plans, more terrified of what his reaction would be than his father's.

"Look mate," Ron had said. "Go for it, but I swear, if you break her heart, you won't last five minutes."

Harry had shaken his head vigorously. "I would never, Ron," he said quickly. "You know that, come on. I love her."

Ron had promptly covered his ears and plastered a look of disgust on his face. "You know how much I hate it when you say that in front of me Harry!"

"Grow up!" Harry said, slapping him in the arm. "We've been dating for five years!"

"Yeah, yeah," said Ron. "But she's still my little sister."

Harry was brought out of his memories by a knock on the door. He jumped and let out the strangest, most nervous sound he'd ever made.

"Harry?" Ginny's voice asked. Oh how he loved her voice. "Are you okay?"

"Fine!" Harry said as he practically flung open the door. His wonderful girlfriend (hopefully soon to be fiancé) was wearing a beautiful sage green dress for their date tonight, not that she knew where they were going.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going now?" she asked, trying to sound impatient. It didn't fool Harry. He could still hear that little bit of childlike excitement she was attempting to hide.

"Not yet, Gin," he said, kissing her cheek lightly. "You'll see when we get there." Harry patted his pocket where the ring was nervously and took Ginny's hand. "Close your eyes," he whispered.

She did as she was told, albeit after giving him a curious look, and Harry apparated to their destination. When they arrived after the familiar squeezing sensation he'd never quite gotten used to, he glanced around to make sure everything was set up.

Once he'd assured himself that everything was perfect, he squeezed Ginny's hand. "Open your eyes," he said quietly.

Ginny gasped as she took in the sight around her. They were on the banks of the Black Lake, and there were lanterns all around them, enchanted so that they floated and changed colors every few seconds, bobbing gently up and down. It was a spectacular sight, but without being too overbearing. On all of the trees around them, there were lights strung with more lanterns dangling from the branches, and in the middle was a small, simple, wooden bench.

"The Black Lake," Ginny whispered in awe. "We came here so many times when we first started dating. It was our spot." She looked at Harry, her eyes shining with happiness. "How did you apparate here? I thought you couldn't apparate inside the Hogwarts grounds?"

"Ah, yes," Harry replied, taking her hand and leading her over to the bench. "You don't save the world without reaping a few benefits, you know. McGonagal gave me special permission to apparate here tonight."

"It's beautiful Harry, it really is," Ginny said, smiling broadly. "It's such a wonderful place to spend an anniversary."

"Yeah, well..." Harry began. He wiped his palms on his pants out of nervousness. "I was, erm... There's something I need to ask you."

Hands shaking, he slipped off the bench and got down on one knee, pulling the small box with the ring out and opening it. Ginny gasped and covered her mouth with both hands. "Ginny, I love you. You're your own person, you're not afraid to speak your mind, and you're the strongest, most amazing woman I've ever met. I can't imagine spending my life with anyone but you, so..." Harry took a deep breath and looked his amazing girlfriend right in the eyes. "Will you do me the honor of being my wife? Ginny Weasley, will you marry me?"

Ginny lowered her hands from her mouth and smiled so widely Harry could barely see anything but teeth on her face. "Of course!" she cried. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Harry grinned magnificently and stood up, slipping the ring onto her finger and kissing her. They broke apart and grinned stupidly at each other, too blissfully happy to think.

"I love you, Ginny," Harry said.

"Oh, Harry, I love you too."

And he kissed her again, already looking forward to planning the wedding.

His wedding.

Their wedding.