A/N: I've been on a fluffy one-shot kick lately. A random plot bunny that was just dying to be put on paper. Therefore, here it is. Review!
Harry had lead the flaming redhead by the hand to a tall, shady apple tree cluttered with overgrown, uncut grass. It was nearing midnight, and the sky was dark, but the light emitting from the moon abled Harry to see where was going.
"Why are we out here, love?" asked Ginny.
He had brought her out here because he was going to ask her a question, a basically life-changing question, one that would affect both his future and hers, but he didn't say that just yet. That was supposed to be the romantic part of the whole trek out to the apple tree.
"What, you don't enjoy time with me?" he pouted, throwing her off her original question.
"Don't get me wrong," replied Ginny, "I love you and all… and midnight walks are great… but really why are we out here?"
Was it the right time? Should he wait? Oh, Godric, what if she said no? He'd be mortally embarrassed and things would become awkward, even more so than they sometimes already were when the forever snogging Ron and Hermione came round for dinner.
"Harry?" Ginny shook her boyfriend out of his daze.
"Well," he said, sucking in a lungful of air, "I love you, Ginny. And I couldn't imagine spending my life with anyone but you. I will always be there for you, better and worse. I've been waiting for the right time to do this, and I think it's now. Ginevra Weasley, will you marry me?"
The svelte redhead stood shocked at the scene in front of her- Harry, his hair messy and glasses slightly crooked just the way she loved them, kneeling down on one knee, a velvet lined box in one hand, opened to show her the antique, glittering ring, set with emeralds that matched his eyes and sparkling diamonds - a Potter heirloom, she presumed.
She stood unwavering in her place, shell-shocked. She watched Harry's face fall from a hopeful expression to a disappointed and embarrassed one. That finally kicked her brain into gear, and she threw herself down at her boyfriend - no, fiancée, - almost knocking him over, and met his lips with vigour. He got Ginny's hint, and she felt him smile against the kiss, and once they broke apart, breathing heavily, Harry grinned like a madman and slid the ring onto her finger. That's why he had been weird, lately.
'You thought I would say no?" she questioned, leaning her head against his shoulder, feeling his muscles relax.
"I did think so, yeah," he admitted rather sheepishly.
"You're a nutter, Harry Potter."
"Thank you, Mrs. Potter."
Ginny did admit she liked the ring of that.