It was the 17th December, 3 years after the war. Everyone was happy, excited, and no one could wait until Christmas. Hogwarts had successfully been rebuilt, as had Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade - both of which had business booming all down their streets once more. Laughter - from children, adults, and teenagers alike - would fill the air, as would the chattering in the crowds, jingling of money ready to be spent, joyous noises, and everyone felt safe - for the Dark Lord, the most evil wizard of all time, had been vanquished, and after such a hard time, even 3 years later, people would celebrate the downfall. Every year, on May 2nd, witches and wizards, muggle borns and 'blood traitors' all over the world would celebrate, and there would be a party - in some places it was named 'Harry Potter Day', for he was the boy, or rather man, that caused this excitement. The man who tossed away the fear that plagued the world. The man who stopped him. The man who stopped Voldemort. And right now, he was Christmas shopping, trying to find the perfect gift for those he called family and friends...

*Harry's POV*

I strolled down Diagon Alley, and still couldn't take in how much it had transformed from only a few years ago. Before, it was a dark and gloomy place, where windows and doors were boarded up. Where no one felt safe, couldn't trust others, and had been the scene of so many tragic injures - people were tortured, kidnapped, and sometimes even killed. Not the place you wanted to be. During that time, well part of it, I had a 1000 galleon price over my head, and was undesirable no.1. My best friends - Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger - stayed with me throughout the whole time, and I defiantly wouldn't have been able to survive without them. That's why I wanted to make their presents, as well as my girlfriend Ginny's, the best I could get them. I wanted to show them just how much I appreciated them being for me.

And as for Ginny - I love her. More than anything in the world. Fred, one of the Weasleys, died during the Battle of Hogwarts. I never forgave myself for it - because of me, he died. He would still be here if it wasn't for me. I thought they would all hate me for it, because it was my fault, but Ginny... Ginny was there for me, through good times and bad, she didn't blame me, and scolded me whenever I blamed myself. She would remind me, too, that Fred died how he would have wanted to - causing havoc at Hogwarts once more. Another thing I never forgave myself for was letting her go. I had to let her go to protect her - Voldemort targeted those close to his enemies, to lure them in. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he did that to Ginny. When I was in hiding, there were times in which I didn't have the will to go on. But I did. To save the wizarding world, yeah, but also because that way, maybe me and Ginny could be together at last - if she still want to anyway. I would understand completely if she didn't - I broke her. I broke me too, but surely it hurt her more? I don't know. Sometimes I had nightmares, where she rejected me, then went and sat in Dean Thomas' - her ex-boyfriend - lap, telling me that he didn't abandon her. I would wake up, sweaty, shaking, and would often need a calming draught - not that we had access to any.

Even now, 3 years, 7 months and 14 days exactly since she accepted me, I will occasionally wake up with the same nightmare, and the only thing that can comfort me is Ginny, coming in, giving me a hug, soothing me, whispering calming words, and reminding me that she's there, and she won't ever go. Then, as long as her mother isn't there, she will crawl under the covers, tucked closely into me, and fall asleep there.

Back to the present though... Time to see what I can find for presents. I went to Gringotts first, and went straight to my vault. There, I picked up some more money, gathering a few handfuls each of galleons, sickles and knuts, before putting the money in my mokeskin pouch Hagrid gave me for my 17th birthday. Just as I was about to leave, I noticed something that I hadn't noticed before - a small, square box. I took it, and opened it. It was exactly what I was hoping to buy for Ginny - an engagement ring. But this one... This was just perfect. It was a golden band, with 4 small emeralds, 2 on each side of a larger diamond. It had an inscription around it too. It read "My heart is forever yours" cliché, yes, buy true none the less. I closed the lid, before noticing a small note on the bottom of the box. It said that it was my mother's engagement ring. I held it momentarily - this was something that belonged to my mum. The mum I never knew. And yet, this made it all the more perfect a present for my love. I just hope Ginny will accept it. In my mind, a voice was telling me repeatedly that she will, that she loves me too. I hoped more then ever before that it was right.

With that said, I put it in my robe pocket, before going back into the cart, and back into Diagon Alley. I winced at the bright light, before my eyes adjusted to it. Then, I proceeded to the shops, and bought what I thought was appropriate. To display what I bought for those I am privileged enough to call my friends, I shall make a list for you:

Bill - A book on curse breaking, and an earring made from Dragon scales.

Fleur - A bottle of perfume and some make up.

Charlie - A model of a dragon, as well as 'A Guide to the wonders of Dragons'.

Percy - A set of books he desperately wanted, as well as a new type of cauldron - you were able to change the thickness of the bottom, and after having a flashback from fourth year, I couldn't resist getting it.

Fred - Some pranking stuff from Zonkos, and I made a sign saying that we missed him, and put an inscription of different spells that would cause mischief.

George - Some pranking stuff from Zonkos, as well as a book on ear-related humour jokes.

Molly - Some baking things, like muggle baking cutters, rolling pin, and stuff like that, along with some posh chocolates.

Arthur - A muggle fairy tale book, along with a remote-control car, and some muggle chocolates.

Luna - A guide on how to find Crumple-Horned Snoracks, with some chocolates and sweets.

Neville - A book on herbology, and an exotic, rare plant.

Ron - The latest racing broom - a Firebolt 490, as well as an assortment of sweets and chocolate - both wizard and muggle.

Hermione - A new collection of books that she desperately wanted, along with more books, and an assortment of sweets and chocolate - again, both wizard and muggle.

Ginny - The ring, and a new Quidditch set, along with a Firebolt 490.

Hagrid - A book on how to look after wild beasts, a pet Pygmy Puff, and a new coat - the old one was, by now, rather scruffy and worn.

Although Fred was dead, everyone always gave him stuff for Christmas and his birthday anyway, as it would feel wrong otherwise, and we always did get him something, even on the first Christmas. There was a new room dedicated just to Fred that was added onto the room, which all his presents went in.

I returned back to the Burrow shortly, and wrapped up all the presents, before hiding them in a box, which I placed some very complex and advance locking spells on - one of which meant that only the caster of the spell could unlock it. I didn't want any one to know what I had bought for them. It was to be a surprise, and I didn't want to take any risks. I proceeded to eat dinner, which was as amazing forever, then went to bed, and fell straight into a well deserved rest.

The next few days flew past in a blur, and everything was so busy - you were either helping to decorate the place, or doing some other chore, such as feeding the chickens, tidying up, or help prepare the meals. When there was time to relax, me, the Weasleys, and Hermione would often play Quidditch as we used to - Hermione refereeing. Although the air was bitter cold, I couldn't help but enjoy the sensation of rushing around through the air - the feeling of flying would never get old for me. Before we all knew it, Christmas Eve was upon us, and I put all of the presents I bought - excluding the ring - under the tree. Everyone went upstairs to bed, but I stayed - I needed to check something with Arthur.

"Oh, hello Harry. What's the matter?"

"I-I uh wanted to ask you something?" I wasn't sure if I could do it.

"Yes? You can ask me anything you know." He replied gently.

"Well uh... The thing is..." How was I supposed to ask? I was asking to marry his 20 year old daughter! But I love her...

"Yes?" He said, trying to get me to continue. I took a deep breath.

"Well... I'mgoingtoproposetoyourdaughtertomorrowbutIwantedtoaskyourpermissionfirst."

"Um sorry... I uh... Didn't quite get that..." I took another deep breath.

"I'm going to propose to your daughter tomorrow but I wanted to ask your permission first." He went silent. I gulped nervoudsly... What if Arthur said no? Oh Merlin, oh Merlin, I really shouldn't have done this.

"Are you sure?" I nodded. "Definitely, positive that you're not too young? That you want to do this?" I paused, before choosing my words carefully.

"Mr Weasley - Arthur, I... I love your daughter. I love Ginny Weasley, and when I broke it of with her in 6th year, before I left... It was the hardest thing to do. Sometimes I wanted to abandon the mission, just to see her again, even if she was angry at me for leaving her... She would still look as beautiful, and I would feel whole again. I never want to leave her again." I paused, before looking him in the eye. "I defiantly want to do this. I'm sure I want to marry her." Arthur Weasley, the man who was about to decide my fate sat there, pondering on what I had just said. What seemed like eternity passed - twice. In reality, it was a matter of seconds. Eventually, he made up his mind.

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"Harry. Evidently, you really do love my daughter, and I know for a fact that she loves you. I want her to be happy, and I know that you can do this. If you are certain that this is what you really, really want to do, you have my best wishes. But be sure to know... If you hurt, break or do anything to harm her - mentally or physically - I will never forgive you, and there is a dangerously high chance that I will curse you to oblivion, as I'm sure her brothers will too. So... If you're sure, good luck, and as I said, you have my best wishes."

"Okay, thank you so, so much. You really have no idea what that means to me. Thank you, and goodnight."

"Goodnight Harry." With that, I went to bed, shifting uncomfortably, as I tried to fall asleep. I dreamt that she accepted, and it was... The best feeling that I have ever felt. Knowing that Ginny truly loved me, and wanted to marry me... It was indescribable. And I loved it. More than words can say - but not more than I love Ginny. That would be impossible. As I dreamt, I had a Cheshire Cat ( yes, I know about him, I did grow up with muggles, remember?) Grin on my face.

*The next morning*

I woke up to see a curtain of ginger hair, then suddenly felt something large land on me.

"Umph!"

"Oops, sorry!" I heard her angelic voice, and opened my eyes, only to be met with a pair of chocolate brown ones, owned by the angel whom I loved. Merlin's beard, I sound like one of those "lovesick puppies".

"No problem." I groaned.

"I know what will not only make you feel better, but will also wake you up..." She grinned mischievously, causing me to become very, very worried, and I had good reason - Fred and George both used to wear that exact grin whenever they were planning something. In other words, it meant bad news.

Before I had time to react, Ginny's lips met mine, and nothing mattered in the world. Nothing but the two of us. Me and Ginny. Ginny and Me. Our lips moved in perfect sync, and fitted together like two pieces of a puzzle. It became a passionate kiss, and I wanted more. My tongue like her bottom lip, begging for entrance. But to no avail it seemed - she pulled back, both of us breathing deeply. I frowned, and did a puppy dog face, but she didn't give in. Instead, she replied with a simple.

"Later. But for now... IT'S CHRISTMAS! Come on, I wanna see what you got for me, and wether you like my present! Come on!" Suddenly, as if by magic (no pun intended), she turned into an excitable little kid, desperate to open her presents.

"Okay, okay. I'm coming. Just let me get dressed." I got up, and saw her admire my six pack. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." I said, smirking. She blushed, then turned away. I got dressed quickly. "You go on ahead, I'm just gonna check something." She looked surprised, and also curious, but went downstairs anyway. I grabbed the box with the ring, and shoved it into my pocket. Then I hurried downstairs, and caught up with Ginny. We walked in, hand-in-hand, then sat down. She kept on shooting me glances, but I'd just shake my head in reply.

Ron, being the big kid he was, was desperate for his presents, so he handed everyone's presents to their rightful owner. Everyone liked their presents from me, particularly Ron. He stared at the broom for a few minutes, before looking up at me, then back to the broom again, and repeated this for about 4 or 5 minutes. Whilst doing so, he made some indistinguishable sounds, before gaining his brain again.

"Are-are you sure mate? Firebolt 490's are like... Well more expensive than I can imagine. I can't accept this from you..." He made to give it back, but I shoved it firmly back into his hands.

"Look, I've already got one, what's another gonna do? Look mate, I wanted to show my thanks, and I know you've been desperate for it. It won't be any good to me for you not to accept it, it'll basically just be throwing the money down the drain. Besides, you'll need it, I mean... You know what? You'll find out soon enough. Merry Christmas mate." Ah, being 'The Chosen One' can, surprisingly, be quite good sometimes. I knew that Ron wanted to be an Auror, but couldn't decide wether he wanted to do Quidditch instead. The Vrastra Vultures actually wanted him as their keeper, which is why he'll be needing the broom. As usual, everyone got their annual Weasley jumper, and all Fred's presents were delivered to the room for him.

Percy was actually delighted with the cauldron.

"I see you took to heart what I told you six years ago then? I'm glad you realised what a danger they could be. Thank you Harry, it's perfect - I'll make sure that the Ministry's informed that at least one company has realised how large the issue has grown to be, and has decided to do something about it! I wonder why it's adjustable though?"

"Umm I dunno, sorry Perce. Perhaps it's because that way the temperature will change too?"

"More than likely. Well thank you anyway, I'll make sure to try it out - there's been a potion I've been meaning to make as it is."

"Great. Well, uh, Merry Christmas Perce." [A/N: You have no idea how weird it is to write that, because my cat's called Percy, so I always feel like I'm saying something to him, not the character :3]

"Merry Christmas."

Ginny seemed to adore her broom and new Quidditch set too. In fact, I don't know why, but she laughed when she saw the Quidditch set, but wouldn't tell me why. Arthur kept giving me looks, to see when I was going to do it, but again, I'd just shake my head. Eventually, all but one present was under the tree - my present from Ginny. She went over to the tree, and handed it to me. I opened it up, and was amazed. It was a book about being an auror, some chocolate frogs, and a new Quidditch set. I now realised why she had laughed - it was exactly the same set I had given to her. We smiled at each other. I gave her a hug.

"Thank you so much." I whispered in her ear.

"Merry Christmas hun." Was her reply.

"Merry Christmas." We broke the embrace, then I leant in. She leaned in too, and -

"Dinner's ready!" Molly called through. But it didn't matter to me. Our lips met, and I still felt those cliché old sparks, but didn't care. She was the only one to care about. Ron cleared his throat, and we pulled apart.

"I love you." I told her sincerley. She just smiled.

"Well that's good, because I love you too." We smiled at each other, before realising that everyone was still in the room. We both blushed, before sitting down together. The Christmas dinner was spectacular as always. I commented on this, and Molly thanked me, and said that it was nice that someone appreciated her cooking, glaring at her children. That followed with a chorus of "Thanks mum!" From all the Weasleys.

For the rest if the evening, everyone relaxed. Everyone had some of the biscuits, Christmas pudding, homemade fudge, and the other goods Mrs. Weasley made. At last, I made my decision. It was now or never. Ginny was near the tree. I made the angel at the top to fall off, using magic of course.

"Oh, Ginny dear, can you pick that up please." Molly called out, seeing that Ginny was nearest.

"Sure mum." She picked it up, then stood up to put it back on, as it was a fairly small tree. I took my chance. I stood on one knee behind her, and pulled out the box, just as she turned round. She gasped, alerting others. I opened the box, and everyone could see the ring. She gasped again, at the beauty of it.

"Ginevra Molly Weasley. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known. I swear that you were sent from heaven, as nothing from Earth can be as perfect as you. That would be impossible. I love you. Letting you go was the biggest mistake I have ever made. I never want to leave your side again. I want more than anything for you to become Ginevra Molly Potter. Ginny, will you marry me?" She was silent, as was the whole room. Merlin I shouldn't have done that! Why did I have to do this? I am so stupid, she's gonna reject me! Merlin's beard, I am such an idiot! I waited, and waited, not moving. If I could, I would have. I would have ran from the room, and cowered from sight. I would have done Merlin knows what. But I couldn't, because I felt like I was frozen. Not able to move until she replied. And it seemed that I would be there until the end of the world.

It was then that I noticed tears in her beautiful brown eyes. Why am I so stupid, idiotic, moronic, reckless, such an imbecile, a Hippogriff and -

"Yes." It was just a whisper, but I heard it. Or was it my imagination? Please no! "Yes." Her voice was stronger, I hadn't imagined it after all! "Yes! Yes, Harry James Potter, I will marry you! Yes! Yes! Yes!" I would never be able to get sick of that word. It then sunk in. The feeling in my dream was nothing, nothing in comparison to this. I jumped up, and wiped her tears away. Then, I slipped the ring onto her finger, before spinning her around. Then, I kissed her once more. The room burst into applause, but that sound was faded, like a buzzing. We pulled apart and I looked at her. My fiancé, Ginevra Molly Weasley. Soon to be Potter. And my life was complete.

A/N: Hey guys! So originally, this was a story I wrote on WAttpad (still in the process of writing it). I decided to see how well it would go down here too, so here you are.

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~ Alice xox