It glittered there on her hand, drawing her gaze far more often than it should have. A tiny gold band, and six tiny, perfect diamonds around a midnight-colored sapphire. It was perfect. Perfect in every way. Just like him.
They'd been walking down the streets of Hogsmeade in the light snowfall for about ten minutes when he turned to her and cleared his throat. And then, from within the folds of his robe, he withdrew a black velvet box.
Her breath caught in her throat, and she glanced around, only then realizing that they were alone. The picturesque village was deserted, as if everyone had cleared off just for their privacy. Looking back to him, she found he had lowered himself to one knee and opened the box, revealing the stunning ring.
"Marry me?" he said in a shaky voice. She stared at him. This couldn't be happening. Things didn't just happen like this, did they? After all they'd been through together, both good and bad, it was hard to believe that this was finally happening. This had to be a dream. She realized with a start that he was still waiting for an answer.
" Oh, yes! Heavens yes! Of course!" He grinned. That wide, sideways, endearing grin that had made her fall in love with him so many years ago. Standing slowly, he slipped the exquisite piece onto the fourth finger of her left hand. Then, cupping her face, he pulled her towards him and pressed his lips to hers.
Now, standing in front of all of their friends and family in church, he did the same thing. Slipped a ring onto her hand on top of the sapphire, and then pulled her towards him to enormous applause. As they broke apart, she muttered the words she'd wanted to say since she was eleven years old.
"I love you, Harry."
"I love you too, Gin."
Fin.