Hellooooo. :) This is a cute fic I wrote about Ginny and Harry. Hope you enjoy it!
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
Listening to the pages of Hermione's book turning, softly, quietly.
Listening to Mum humming in the kitchen, getting the last things ready for the Christmas Eve dinner.
Waiting, still waiting.
Watching the snow fall outside, every flake different. Amazing.
Listening to Ron playing on the floor with Teddy, George and Angelina talking and laughing on the sofa. Even after two years, we're happy when he laughs.
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
I look at my watch again. It's only been two minutes. Two minutes! I shift on the step, trying to get comfortable. It's hard.
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
I hear a door open, and I jump up, turning fast to look. Percy. Just Percy, coming out of the loo. I sit back down, hopping he hadn't seen me.
"Gin, you alright?" He says, looking at me with concern.
"Um, yeah, fine." I say, trying to smile, wishing he would go. He goes. I sigh, and lean on the back on the wall.
Waiting. Still waiting.
I can see the clock ticking, ticking, ticking, in front of me, and the front door. And the windows, and lighted door to the living room. But I still haven't heard the sound I want to hear, the sound of the study door opening and him coming out and telling me it alright.
Three minuets.
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
Then I hear it. The door opening. I jump, trying not to get my hopes up again.
I get up, walking slowly down the last two steps. The door closes. I turn and see him, standing there, the door closed behind him. I know by his face what the answer is. I run and fling my arms round his neck, pulling him close.
"What did he say?" I whisper, even though I know the answer already.
Harry pushes me back and holds me at arms length. "He said yes." Then he grins, the biggest grin I have ever seen him grin. Then he pulls me close and hugs me again, and I feel happy, so happy.
Harry steps back, tucking my hair away from my face. "You can go in and see him." He walks past me and into the living room.
I walk slowly in to the study. I look down at my Dad, my lovely amazing Dad, sitting on the floor, surrounded by bits of the hoover that Harry and him had been putting together.
"Dad..." I begin, trying to find something to say, anything. He just nods.
"I know darling, I know." He stands up, and I hug him, burying my face in his too-big woollen jumper.
"Thank you." I whisper, trying hard not to die of happiness.
Now, tell me what you think! Please!