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Chapter One

The wind was blowing lightly through the trees, making them whisper excitedly, as if they could tell Ginny Weasley was finally home. She had a break from playing for the Holyhead Harpies, and was spending that time with the rest of the Weasleys, and, of course, Harry.

She had been dating Harry Potter for a while now. He asked her out some time after Fred's funeral. It was all right now; no risk of Voldemort killing her or worse to get to Harry.

"Oi, it's Ginny!" A voice shouted from the porch of the rickety old house. Ginny recognized it as Ron's. Soon she could see several heads of orange hair on the porch, and one jet black head. She smiled and waved, lugging her trunk along.

Molly Weasley hurried down the road, and George followed her, taking Ginny's trunk.

"Welcome home, our little Harpy!" He grinned. Ginny didn't know how he did it; she still cried sometimes about Fred.

Hermione came out onto the porch and hugged her, then explained that she and Percy were discussing the Ministry. Ginny rolled her eyes --how could they still stand politics?-- as Hermione went back inside, and turned to Harry.

"Welcome home, Gin'."

"Hey." She smiled. He hadn't really changed since she last saw him.

He took her trunk from George and she followed him inside and up to her room. He seemed to be thinking hard about something.

"Something wrong?" She asked when he just stood there for a moment after setting down her trunk.

"Oh, no, nothing's wrong." He looked up at her. "How've you been?"

"Good. I missed you."

"Me too. Missed you, I mean." He sat with her on her bed.

Ginny snorted and kissed him softly.

The day passed quickly, and in what seemed like very little time, everyone was sitting out on the porch, stomachs full from supper. Ron, an arm around Hermione, kept raising his eyebrows at Harry. Harry scowled and looked at the sky, averting his eyes. Ron snickered.

"What's so funny?" Hermione asked.

Ron looked at her and paled. "Nothing."

Harry smirked now and thought back to their conversation the day before.

(Flashback)

"Harry? Harry! Are you listening to me?" Ron jabbed his arm.

"Wha? Oh, yeah, sorry."

"What's up? You're not really here."

"Er, I was just thinking about something…" Harry adjusted his glasses and continued folding the laundry.

"Ginny? She'll be home tomorrow."

"Kind of." They were silent for a while.

"You know, I've been thinking about Hermione." Ron's ears went slightly red.

"I know, aren't you always?" Ron whipped his arm with a towel.

"I've been thinking… I think I'm gonna ask her."

"Ask her what?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"You know…" Ron's ears were even redder now. Harry still looked confusedly at him.

"I'm going to ask her to… marry me." Harry choked on air. "Gee, thanks for the support." Ron scowled and concentrated on folding his mother's nightgown, ears still red.

Harry remained silent, lost in his thoughts again. Ron looked up at him after a minute.

"You want to ask Ginny, don't you?"

He flushed. "I dunno…"

Ron smirked. "I don't mind if you do. It'd be good for her. She needs to settle down."

"But I might not ask her. I probably won't."

"Oh, come on. If I have the nerve to ask Hermione Granger, you've got the guts to ask my sister."

"Well, you haven't exactly asked her, yet."

Ron's ears went red again. "Fine. I'll ask her." Harry raised both eyebrows at him.

"I will!"

"All right, then."

"And you'll ask Ginny."

"Right." He looked uncomfortably back down at the laundry.

(End Flashback)

Ron was looking almost as pale as the moon as it appeared from behind a cloud. Hermione seemed oblivious, now sitting with Ginny and chatting about the Holyhead Harpies. Harry watched Ginny, deep in thought.

Abruptly, Ron stood up. "You're not going to bed yet, are you, dear?" Molly asked.

"No, Mum."

"Oh, good," she said, and went back to her conversation with Percy.

Ron walked slowly over to Hermione, then stood in front of her. She looked up. "Hello, Ron."

He kneeled awkwardly, and looked in his pocket. Harry watched him, remembering how the day before after their talk, he had gone to town. Finally, he pulled out a box from the Muggle jeweler's store. Hermione watched, wide-eyed.

"Hermione, erm…" Everyone looked at him. The entire porch fell silent. Ron's ears went deep red.

"Hermione, uh…" he held out the box at her. "Marryme?"

Hermione was speechless. Molly took out a handkerchief and sniffled happily into it. "My little boy is all grown up…" she whispered, muffled.

Ginny elbowed Hermione. "Go on, answer!"

Hermione blushed. "...Y-yes, Ron!"

Ron looked mildly shocked for a moment, then pulled her into a hug. Molly began sobbing, and everyone else clapped. He hurriedly opened the box and took out a glittering diamond ring. Hermione put it on, admired it, and kissed him.

Harry watched all this, then glanced at Ginny. She was smiling at Hermione, happy for her.

Someday, maybe, he thought.

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