A/N: Please, do, review. Especially, if you notice any grammar/speller errors. I strive to be a better writer.

Ginny Weasley sighed as she let her hair loose from it's ribbon. 'Harry was supposed to be here.' she thought. It was after her third Harpie's game. After she had finished school, the Harpies immediately recruited her. Harry had only been able to make it to her first game thus far, thanks to his Auor training. He had thought he would be back from his mission in time to make it to her game but he hadn't. Ginny had no idea when he would be back. So, she sat waiting on the sidelines of the empty Quidditch field, while meanwhile somewhere in London, all of her team mates and friends were out celebrating the third win of the season.

She heard a soft 'pop' from behind her and turned around to see Harry, still in his Auror robes.

"Damn," he said, "I'm late."

"Yeah," replied Ginny, trying to keep the disappointment from her voice. 'It wasn't his fault.'

"I'm so sorry, I wish I could've been there, so badly. I love watching you play. You guys won, of course?"

"Yeah, of course!" said Ginny, feeling some of her disappointment go away.

"I feel like I'm never there for you." Harry muttered.

"Don't say that! Of course you are! Harry, you've only missed two of my games and you're always there for me, every time I'm upset, I think of you and you make it better." said Ginny.

Harry smiled and said, "Yeah?"

"Yeah." said Ginny, smiling back.

Harry then proceeded to tackle her to the ground and, straddled her hips and began tickling her.

"H-harrrrry!" Ginny shrieked.

"What?" he asked, innocently.

"Let m-m-me," she gasped for air, "gooo!"

"I don't think so." said Harry, moving his wiggling fingers on up to her neck.

"Pleeeease!" she said.

"Nope."

"Th-this isn-is not fairrr!"

"Life isn't fair." said Harry.

"S-stooop, P-potter!"

Then suddenly Harry did stop. He got off her and Ginny was suddenly looking at the sky instead of him.

"Harry," said Ginny, sitting up, "I didn't actually mean for you t-" she stopped as she noticed Harry on one knee, digging in his pocket for something.

"Harry what are you doing?"

Harry did not reply, but pulled a small velvet red box out of his pocket and placed it on his knee.

"You've got grass in your hair, love." said Harry, picking pieces of grass out of her hair. Then he said, " I was planning to do this Saturday at dinner, but you really are just too damn gorgeous for me to wait one more second. Especially when you laugh, I love when you laugh, Gin."

Ginny blushed.

"So, on with it now, I love you more than you'll ever know, Ginny Weasley and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, so will you marry me?" he asked and opened the box on his knee, revealing a beautiful ruby with shining emerald specks in it. When Ginny didn't say anything and just sat there wide-eyed and pale, Harry added, "Please?"

That seemed to bring Ginny back down to earth, because she tackled him now and straddled his waist and began furiously, kissing him. When they finally broke apart to breathe Harry said, "So it's a yes?"

Ginny giggle and said, "Of course, but now it's time for revenge!" she began tickling him on the last word, making Harry laugh and beg for mercy.

"Nope, remember?" said Ginny "Life isn't fair." she imitated him by making her voice lower.

"I d-d-do not," he gasped for air, "sound like thattt!"

"You do, love." said Ginny.

Now, Harry started fighting back. Once upon time, in sixth year, both of their Quidditch muscle was a fairly equal match, but now Harry's Auror training outweighed Ginny's Quidditch training. He rolled on top of her, and was straddling her hips once again. They continued like that for hours on, both happy to be with each other and excited to begin their lives together.