Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, or JK Rowling's wonderful series.
I do own a marvelous imagination.
Ginny Weasley was not a stupid girl by far. Though her older brother's picked on her about being "the runt of the litter," she scored very well on her O.W.L.s and her N.E.W.T.s, so well in fact that she almost gave Percy a run for his money, much to the pleasure of her parents and her older brothers, and especially Harry, who cheered loudest when she received her N.E.W.T.s came by Errol, the oldest owl in the postal service.
It was sort of a shock to her parents, however, when she went to play as a Chaser for her favorite Quidditch team, the Holyhead Harpies.
Ginny had always been excellent on a broom, and her skills from her time at Hogwarts, along with the stigma she gained from Harry's fame, allowed her to do what she loved.
It was no surprise to Ginny when Harry met her after practice on a warm Friday night, leaning up against the doorway to the Quidditch pitch, smiling as soon as she saw him.
He stuck his tongue out at her when she reached him, and she pushed him lightly.
"Would you like to practice a little bit more?" Harry asked. She looked back towards the pitch, emptying of her teammates, who mumbled "good practice Weasley," as they passed her and Harry.
She turned back towards Harry, knowing that he hadn't made plans for dinner, and that if they practiced more, she would probably miss her opportunity to sit down and eat a decent dinner.
"Scared, Weasley?" Harry teased, yanking a stray lock of long red hair that had escaped the ponytail at the base of her neck.
"You wish, Potter," she said, running back towards the pitch, throwing her bag into the changing room quickly, extending her wand to call her broom to her.
Harry, who had a trick up his sleeve, called for his broom and a small bag that he'd placed in his car with a quiet "Accio."
Ginny came towards Harry, mounted on her broom already, smiling down. In the light from the Pitch, her hair looked like fire falling around and framing her face.
"What's the game, Potter?" she asked, putting her feet on the ground next to him.
"Catch the Snitch."
Harry released the Snitch in the bag and Ginny's eyes lit up when she saw it.
"Okay."
Harry mounted his broom, his plan working brilliantly.
"On the count of three."
Ginny nodded.
"One," she said.
"Two," he said.
Before she could say three, she'd already taken off towards the last place she'd seen the Snitch.
"Cheater!" Harry called after her. There was no malice in his voice, and he was laughing, having expected her to take off before her time anyway.
Harry, one of the greatest Seekers in Hogwarts history, had no trouble finding the Snitch. Nor did Ginny, however, and they were neck and neck for it in just a few minutes.
Ginny reached out a bare hand for the Snitch, and Harry led his broom downward, allowing her to catch the flying, golden ball.
They touched down and Harry could tell Ginny was furious.
"You let me win!"
He smiled.
"I know."
"Why?"
He smiled at her again, dismounting his broom. She dismounted hers as well, angry and ready to hex him if need be.
"Snitches have flesh memories. You remember that?"
Ginny nodded, momentarily perplexed.
"That Snitch in particular is the Snitch that you caught when you were subbing as a Seeker for me against Ravenclaw your fourth year."
Ginny looked at the Snitch then, curiously. The Snitch fluttered, and she turned it around. Harry used the same charm Dumbledore had used a few years before, and the Snitch prominently displayed, "Ginny, do you love me?"
"Of course I love you Harry!" Ginny said, and the Snitch popped open, revealing a small but still considerable diamond ring.
Ginny's eyes popped wide open, her mouth opening suddenly as well.
Harry got on one knee, easing the Snitch out of her hands and displaying it towards her.
"Ginerva Molly Weasley, I promise that I love you. I promise that I'll care for you for the rest of my life. I have no idea what may happen, or if another Voldemort may come out of the woodwork intent on destroying us. But I will protect you forever. You are truly the best part of me. Will you marry me?"
Harry's eyes had filled with tears at this point, and his hands shook worse than they had in Ginny's parents' home. Ginny's eyes were also filled with tears, and they cascaded down her cheeks as she pressed her hands to her mouth and nodded her head yes, overwhelmed and unable to speak.
"Yes?" Harry asked, his voice cracking, still on one knee.
"Yes," Ginny squeaked in a very un-Ginny like way. Harry stood up quickly, placing the ring on her finger, and hugging her tightly against him.
They kissed then, sealing the deal between them, and their hearts beat together, racing to keep up with one another.
"I love you," Ginny whispered against Harry's mouth.
"I love you, too," Harry whispered back.
They smiled at each other, and hand in hand left the Quidditch pitch, carrying their brooms with them.