Epilogue
Pushing the door open, Harry gestured inside. Ginny smiled and walked in. The restaurant was quaint and small, but had a sort of classic elegance. Ginny let out a sigh of joy. The moment was so peaceful and perfect. Harry ushered her to a small table with a red velvety table cloth. There was a single candle in the center of the table, flickering lightly. Harry pulled out the chair for her. She sat down in the chair and plucked the napkin that was folded neatly on her plate, off and put it on her lap. Harry smiled. He walked over to a cart near the table, and pulled out two plates of pasta. They were thin long stands that looped around each other in a creamy pale almost white yellow sauce. Ginny picked up her fork and nibbled at some of the pasta. It was rich and light at the same time, and the pallet was almost indescribable.
When Harry and Ginny had finished their meal, Harry cleared the plates off the table and brought two new smaller plates. Each plate contained one slim piece of chocolate cake.
"Ouuhh!" Ginny giggle excitedly. She dipped her fork into the fluffy chocolate and scooped it into her mouth. Harry held his fork over his cake for a moment then put it down.
"Ginny, I have something to say." Ginny nodded and put her fork down as well. Harry stood.
"Ginny, we've been dating for over two years now, and I've been thinking..." Harry strode over to her and bent down onto one knee. He pulled a tiny box from his coat pocket. Ginny's hands shot up to her mouth as a small gasp escaped her lips. "Ginevra Molly Weasley, Ginny, you are the funniest, bravest, most beautiful woman I have ever known and I wanted to know... Would you marry me?" Harry waited for what seemed like a century. Her eyes began to well up. She flung herself around him, and breathed the single most amazing word Harry had ever heard.
"Yes."