Marry You
AN: Once more- I don't normally write canon couples but this seemed so fitting for these two... I couldn't help it. :) I hope you enjoy, review, etc.
Also- I just wanted to let you guys know that your love & attention is what keeps me going, and I hope you all have a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Kwanza, Festivus, or anything else you may celebrate (or not!) this chilly time of year! And now, back to the regular scheduled broadcast. ;)
Laughter filled the air as the two young adults stumbled down the street. It was a warm night for the time of year and although a light snow fell it didn't deter the couple from walking hand in hand down the street.
The girl's red hair shone in the moonlight and the boy beside her carried a mostly empty bottle of firewhiskey. She laughed again and then noise died, leaving only the sounds that came with the night, and she looked at him, raising an eyebrow. Obviously, they couldn't just walk around all night, what could they do?
He looked at her and grinned softly, pushing his glasses back up onto his face and running his hand through his hair- making sure not to hit himself with the bottle he still carried.
"Hey baby..." He began, taking a breath and stopping turning her so she was facing him. "Gin- I think I wanna marry you."
Ginny gasped softly and looked up into the green eyes in front of her. The smile that reached them made her giggle and she bat her eyebrows almost bashfully- though he knew she was far from that.
Maybe it was just the alcohol coursing through her veins but she couldn't help but smile. "I think I wanna marry you." she repeated, and their lips pressed against each others.
Suddenly, Harry kicked into overdrive. "I know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go..."
"No one will know." She responded, thinking of how angry her poor mother would be at not having been invited, and Ron's reaction- but probably for a different reason.
Harry laughed as he headed a little faster down the street now, looking back to the girl whose fingers entwined with his. "Come on, girl!"
She caught up and they laughed together, Ginny almost tripping and Harry catching her.
"Who cares if we're trashed?" He murmured, standing her fully on her feet and offering her the rest of the bottle. "It's on- girl."
Ginny finished the bottle and snapped it to small enough to slide into her jacket pocket. Looking up to the snow she caught a flake in her tongue and pressed it to Harry's cheek. "Are you ready like I'm ready?"
As they turned the corner, Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it at the chapel that stayed open for 24 hours in the holiday season. It was reminiscent of muggle-Vegas, smack in the middle of wizard-London. Flicking his wrist, he grinned at the spell he was lucky to remember- choir bells began to ring.
"I'll go get a ring, watch the choir bells sing! Let's just run, girl."
Together they dashed towards the chapel, Ginny passing Harry as he flicked his wand again, a ring box landing in his palm.
As they stood at the alter, he leaned down to murmur in her ear. "If we wake up and you wanna break up thats cool..."
"No- I won't blame you." She murmured back, grinning to him as she leaned a little closer too. Their lips touched and the lonely minister cleared his throat.
"Just say I do." The man prompted, glancing at his watch.
"Tell me right now, baby." Harry whispered, and Ginny giggled again. "It was fun, girl."
As they stumbled from the church, hands still entwined, Harry looked at his wife as she caught him in her arms and apparated them back to the apartment she shared with Hermione.
Ginny led Harry through the house, shedding her jacket and his as they turned into her bedroom. He shut the door behind himself and she pushed him onto the bed, climbing onto him and looking down.
"Hey baby... I think I wanna marry you." She purred, and once more their lips met.