Author's note: prompt: tree, light and fireflies

Pairing: Harry/Ginny

Hermione suddenly saw Ginny stagger towards her.

"Ginny," Hermione yelled as she raced towards her friend.

Hermione was suitably shocked when Ginny began to goofily grin at her.

"What's wrong? Are you okay," Hermione belatedly asked her, "Where's Harry?"

A few hours earlier, the bookworm had seen the lovesick pair wander off of the property.

"Oh, we're fine, Hermione," Ginny giggled.

"Sure you are," Hermione patronizingly replied as she fingered her wand.

The war was over but it never hurt to be prepared.

"Let's go find your Mu-."

"No need for that," Ginny cheerfully replied.

"Why not," the brunette carefully asked her friend.

"She would skin me alive if she knew what had happened," Ginny confidently told her, "Mum's a bit traditional."

Hermione suddenly noticed Ginny's ruffled hair, wrinkled, grass stained clothes before she slowly replied, "Ah. You do know that your brothers will kill Harry if they see you looking like you…um…"

"No, no, no," Ginny yelped, "well, no I mean, we did snog a little but that's not what I mean!"

"Then what do you mean," Hermione asked with concern as she came to the conclusion that Harry must have metaphorically landed Ginny in the loony bin.

"I…..umm… accidently asked him to marry me," Ginny dreamily told her.

"You asked him to marry you?"

"You must understand that Harry does wonderful things with that mouth of his and oh-."

"Too much information, Ginny," Hermione quickly interrupted her.

"Well, it sort of slipped out," Ginny confessed to Hermione, "I couldn't let other birds have a chance to be kissed by that mouth. "

Hermione gaped like a fish as Ginny stared dreamily out into the dark. The two girls barely noticed the fireflies that danced about them.

"He agreed," Hermione choked out.

Ginny happily nodded, "He quickly agreed and then he kissed me."

"What a lucky guy," Hermione mused aloud, " where did you propose to him?"

"Underneath an oak tree," Ginny dreamily replied.

"All right," Hermione muttered.

"We were just chatting before I asked him," Ginny dreamily informed Hermione, "Did you know, according to Harry, that some muggles think that it is bad luck to squish a firefly?"

"Noooo, I didn't know that. Was he... incapacitated?"

"Huh?"

"Was he drunk," Hermione hesitantly asked her.

"Extremely!"

Author's note: written for the 48 hours challenge on HPFC.