"That's where they are!" Ron yelled to his brothers, pointing out the window at the tree that Ginny and Harry were presently located.

"Where!" asked an overexcited Fred.

"Where's the boy who's molesting our sister!" George shouted.

("He did what?" came an enraged shout from Bill.)

"Right over there, dungbrain!"

"I can't believe Harry!" exclaimed Charlie.

"They're going to elope?" asked a dumbstruck Bill. "No way."

These and other wild speculations and exclamations were flying around the kitchen, where the Weasley boys were currently gathered to discuss their fight plan.

"I say we get them out of that tree RIGHT NOW!" said Ron.

"I propose a comments campaign! We'll make them too embarrassed to even sit down to breakfast together!" said Charlie.

"Yeah, but we need to get them out of that tree first," argued Ron.

"No, but-"

"Yes, but-"

"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" yelled Bill.

All heads turned toward him.

"You guys haven't realized that we get them out of the tree FIRST, and THEN start a comments campaign! Honestly!"

Silence reigned for a second (or two).

Then appreciative murmurs broke out among the brothers.

"Wow."

"Can't believe we never thought of that!"

"When did he get so smart?"

"Yeah, he always seemed to be nuttier than a fruitcake."

"Fred, you idiot, fruitcakes have fruit in them, not nuts."

"Sometimes they have both."

"SHUT UP!" yelled Bill again. "LETS GO GET HARRY!"

That was all it took.

The Weasley boys were off as if Uncle Alfred's famously moldy fruit-and-nut bars were after them, which meant that they were running very fast.

When they arrived, panting, at the tree, they began shouting all sorts of dire threats at Harry and Ginny, who were talking and blushing with each other.

"We're going to beat you to a pulp, Potter!"

"Yeah, you'll never live to elope with her, if that's what you're thinking!"

"Wait until we make you the Boy-Who-Died instead of the Boy-Who-Lived!"

"Ginny! I never gave you permission!"

"You're not allowed to kiss boys!"

Ginny had had enough.

"Excuse me?" she asked politely, swinging her pajama-covered legs. "And who else am I going to kiss? Girls?"

"That's not what I meant!" howled Ron. "You're not allowed to kiss anyone without permission!"

"Well," said Ginny pompously, "I just gave myself permission," and leaned over and kissed Harry, a) to spite her brothers and b) because she wanted to.

The Weasleys below gave a resounding howl of grief and mourning.

"I'm scarred for life!" wailed Charlie.

"Good," said Ginny.

Harry was grinning.

"You thought we were going to elope?" he asked incredulously.

"If we do get married, I'm not going to invite any of you pigs," declared Ginny. "You'll put rabbits in the cake or something."

This, needless to say, gave Fred and George a few ideas.

"Oh, no, my dear," said Harry to Ginny. "I intended to have individual cupcakes at our wedding."

"Well, that's all wonderful but what are we going slice?"

"One of them, obviously," said Harry, waving his hand at the variety of red-haired boys below.

("Hey!" came a shout from below)

"Oh, that's lovely, darling!" Ginny drawled in a fake accent.

("This is sickening," muttered Ron)

"Where do you suppose we should go for our honeymoon, sweet pea?"

"Oh, English countryside, definitely. We'll rent a cottage and ride horses and look at the beautiful sunsets…"

("Help, help, help, help, HELP US…" moaned the twins)

"Oh Ginny, my love! Just answer me one, -"

"Yes, Harry?" Ginny fluttered her eyes exaggeratedly.

"Will you mar-"

"NOOOO!" shouted the five boys from below, and each launched themselves at the tree, attempting to knock Harry off his branch. They swung their legs and waved their arms wildly, oh! what an attempt it was! How they struggled! But, alas, it was to no avail.

"Will you marry me?" asked Harry, grinning.

"Oh yes! Oh my dear! I cannot express my happiness with words! Oh! Oh!" cried Ginny, putting all her wonderful acting skills to work.

Harry leaned over and kissed her to complete the scene. After a while, he cracked one eye open to check if the coast was clear. There was no one.

"It's safe," he whispered.

"Good," Ginny said, and began to cackle madly. "Heeheehee, they thought we were going to elope!"

Watching her, Harry started to crack up also.

"Yeah," he chortled. "You could have fried an egg on Ron's face! Did you see him?"

"Of course, Harry, it was rather hard not to! And speaking of eggs," Ginny said, twisting to face Harry. "You're still cooking breakfast."

"Oh, brother," Harry muttered, and slid out of the tree, looking resigned.

"Don't worry," said Ginny. "At least it gives you a way to poison their food."

A slow smile crept over Harry's features.

"You're right," he said.

"I always am," said Ginny smugly.