"Ugh!" Ginny groaned as she read the morning paper. "Harry Potter get your arse down her immediately!" she yelled up the stairs. Suddenly the worried face of her boyfriend appeared in the doorway. "…Gin…?" he asked, slightly worried by the look of complete rage on her once smiling face. Slowly, as if he was worried any sudden movements would harm her, he made his way towards his girlfriend. Ginny, now feeling like this situation was quite self-explanatory, handed Harry the morning paper. Sitting across the table from him, she saw as rage worked its way across his face. Slowly, he began to read aloud. "Public considers Ginevra Weasley not good enough for the Boy who Lived. By Rita Skeeter" Harry said, his voice filled with contempt. "It seems that the entire witch population doesn't believe that Ginevra Weasley isn't the one, contrary to what most friends and family believe. It has been said that if Mr. Potter does not propose to Miss Weasley before his birthday, that he will official become a bachelor. Seeing that Mr. Potter turns 21 in less then 4 weeks, I would almost guarantee that he will be single by his big day." As soon as Harry finished the last sentence, if looks could kill, the paper would certainly be dead. Ginny, finding this as some sort of threat, immediately yelled "Ugh! Now what? If we don't get married in 4 weeks thousands of girls will begin to flock you, but if we do then it will be something done out of haste!" Harry still seeming like he was paralyzed, suddenly snapped. "This is absolutely absurd! I'm not just going to marry you because Rita Skeeter wants me too, I'm gonna marry you because I want to! Bloody hell! Ginny will you marry me?" he yelled, shoving a ring box in her slightly red face. "YES I will….stupid Skeeter!" Ginny yelled back, as she put the ring on her left hand. Suddenly a slight realization dawned on them. They. Were. Getting. Married. Married. "Oh my god! I'm engaged…" Ginny whispered as she stared at the ring on her left hand. As if the spell of anger had been broken, they both started pacing with a slightly scared looks on their faces. "Bloody hell, Ron's going to kill me." Harry muttered. "Mum…oh god…I've got to tell her…" Ginny whispered besides him. Slowly they both made their way over to the fireplace. Tossing some powder onto the ground, they both yelled Burrow, and suddenly they were gone.
"Harry? Ginny?" Mrs. Weasley asked as she made her way into the living room, where fierce whispers could be heard. "Ginny? What's wrong?" Mrs. Weasley questioned. "Wrong…no." Ginny chuckled before continuing, "No I'm just…engaged." For a moment nothing happened, then suddenly Mrs. Weasley exclaimed "Oh! Oh Ginny! Congratulations you two!" As quickly as it had happened, it was over. Realization dawned…again. They were, in fact, engaged.
2 years later
"Oh what a relief." Ginny said as she lay next to her husband in the grass. As she lay her head on his shoulder something caught her eye. It was an old newspaper article. The very article she had been reading five minutes before her husband had proposed to her. Ginny chuckled remembering all the proposals she had read about or heard about. They were all perfect. But hers…hers was perfectly un-perfect. And that's exactly the way she wanted it.