~*~Prologue~*~

"You look so beautiful tonight," Harry said to her, looking into her eyes. This was the night he had been planning for days, weeks, even months. He had lost track of the time since the idea had first arisen in his mind. He had planned it out to the very second. He had every line he was going to say memorized so he didn't mess it up like he had a habit of doing. She blushed at the sound of those words, and Harry reached across the table to grab her hand. "I love you, Ginny Weasley," he told her, lifting her hand and kissing it gently.

"I love you too," she returned, sipping a little of her wine and placing the glass off to the side of the table. Harry got up from his seat, and walked over next to her. He kneeled down and reached inside his jacket pocket to pull out a small box.

It was at this point in time that he hit a road block. The words he had planned in his head, down to which words to emphasize, were lost. His mind went completely and utterly blank as he stared up into Ginny's eyes.

"Um," was all he managed to spit out.

"Well, Harry, you better have something better than that to say. Try again," Ginny joked, enjoying watching him squirm due to his nerves. He had never been much good with explaining his feelings to her.

"Ginny, we've been dating for three years now, and, well, I know these feelings that I have for you will only grow stronger in the coming years, as they have been growing since I met you. I can't see any way that I could ever be happier than if we could spend the rest of our lives together. Ginny Weasley, will you marry me?" he asked the question he had feared to ask for so long. There was a long silence between the couple. Many people were chatting around them, and many eyes were upon Ginny awaiting her answer. Harry was beginning to get worried by the silence.

"Yes!" she exclaimed finally, grabbing him around the neck. Harry withdrew the diamond ring from the black velvet box, and placed it upon her hand, kissing her on her lips.

"I love you," he told her, picking her up off her feet.

"I love you too," she replied, returning the kiss. Days passed from that night, and Harry's anticipation of the ceremony grew, though it was still months away. He was still wondering if she really meant it when she said 'yes'. He had a small feeling within his heart that said maybe it wasn't such a good idea. Was he really ready to give his heart and soul to one woman for the rest of his entire life?

The time had come for them to break the news to Harry's best friend and Ginny's brother, Ron. They had decided it best to invite him over for dinner, and tell him over food, as that was the one thing that always made Ron in a good mood.

"Ron, there's something we need to tell you," Harry said to his best friend and soon-to-be brother-in-law.

"Wha's 'at?" Ron inquired, chewing food whilst spooning more potatoes onto his plate, having finished his first plateful of food before Harry and Ginny had finished even a third of their own.

"Well Ron, Harry and I have decided to get married," Ginny told her brother, not sure of how he would take the news.

"You did what?!" Ron shouted, spitting water all over the table.

"Ron, don't be such a prat. We love each other. You should be happy that Harry's the one I'm marrying. You know he won't let anything happen to me! You should trust him!" Ginny said angrily, not understanding why Harry was so worried about what Ron would think.

"You know what Ginny, I'm happy for you and Harry. I really am," Ron admitted, grabbing his sister and best friend and pulling them into a hug. Now that they had told everyone that they were getting married and everyone approved, all that Harry needed to get was some reassurance from himself.