"Ginny," Harry said. "I want to ask you something." They were outside in the Weasley's backyard having a picnic date.
"Yeah?" Ginny asked, her eyes on the horizon looking at the sunset.
"Ginerva Molly Weasley, I love you."
Ginny looked at him.
"Yeah, that sounds odd doesn't it? Sorry. Ginny I love you."
"Alright…" Ginny was starting to get confused. Harry told her that every day.
"I want you to know I'll always be there for you, and I want to be with you for the rest of my life." Harry looked a little nervous. She knew what he was about to ask, becoming a little nervous herself.
"Ginny, will you marry me?"
All of a sudden, Ginny knew her answer, she had always known.
"Yes! Of course yes!" Ginny said kissing him. He slid the gold engagement ring with a ruby center on her finger. They kissed again. All of a sudden out of nowhere came a voice.
"HARRY! I SWEAR IF YOU HURT HER I'LL KILL YOU!"
It was Ron. In the back ground they could see Hermione beaming at them, while trying to hold Ron back. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were smiling, while Fred and George were grinning madly, holding all the extendable ears everyone had used. They had heard everything.