A/N: I wrote this today because I wasn't happy with the last paragraph. So I went into a little more detail. I used the info that J.K. Rowling gave in an interview to explain what happened to some of the characters. Still my story, with her property. Oh, and I'd like to thank Maybe Someday and Ginny Guerra for pointing out that I made the wedding too early, thanks.
Harry and Ginny slept for the rest of the night cuddled together in the bed. Harry awoke as the sun filled the room. He looked down at the beautiful red head lying on his shoulder.
"I could definitely get used to this," he whispered, trying not to disturb her.
Realizing what he would have to go through with the press, and explaining himself to everyone, he resolved to stay in the bed for as long as possible. That plan didn't last long as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs and saw the bushy brown hair of Hermione. He signaled her to be quiet as he saw her open her mouth.
"You shouldn't have slept together," she whispered to him, glancing at the sleeping Ginny. "It doesn't sit well with Ron, and I'm surprised Mrs. Weasley didn't kill the two of you."
"Well, Ron didn't exactly let me explain myself to him," Harry replied as silently as possible. "If he wouldn't jump to conclusions he wouldn't have had to worry."
"Harry it doesn't exactly look innocent," Hermione's voice rose slightly in her hurry to defend Ron. Ginny groaned but only snuggled closer into Harry's side. "Why don't you go explain it to him then, he hasn't said all of four words since he came walking out of here. And he's barricaded himself in the Room of Requirement."
"I'll do it when Ginny wakes up," he sighed.
"Thank you," Hermione said turning to leave. "And Ginny's awake."
Harry turned his head to see Ginny's brown eyes looking at him. He smiled as she squeezed him in a hug.
"Great, you were supposed to sleep for a while longer," Harry said. "Now I have to go face your brother."
"I could go with you," she offered.
"I don't want him to think I need a girl to protect me," Harry joked.
Ginny poked him between the ribs, causing Harry to jump. "Don't make me hurt you Harry."
"Hah, I'm probably bruised from last night."
"Well, you deserved it," Ginny said seriously.
"I'm going to go talk to Ron," Harry stated trying to avoid an argument. He sat up, but felt Ginny's arms tighten around his waist.
"Can't you put that off for a little while?" Ginny questioned.
"No, the sooner I get this out of the way the better."
Harry got up and walked from the room glancing back to see Ginny lay back down. He continued through the common room and through the ruined halls to the Room of Requirement. He tried to open the door, but it refused to budge.
"Ron!" Harry yelled through the door. "Open up, it's me, Harry."
As his name left his lips the door flew open and Ron stood glaring at him.
"What were you thinking sleeping with my little sister?" Ron exclaimed. "Why the bloody hell would you have taken advantage of her like that. You had to know she was emotional. Between Lupin, Tonks, …F-Fred and you."
"Ron I did not take advantage of her, all we did was sleep together, nothing else," Harry answered hotly, angry that Ron would accuse him of it. "I bet you would like nothing better than to sleep with Hermione."
"That's different," Ron said, his face turning beat red. He averted his gaze from Harry.
"You did sleep with her didn't you?"
Ron glanced nervously around the room, looking at everything but Harry.
"What the bloody hell is the difference between you and Hermione sleeping together and me and Ginny sleeping together?"
"She's my sister, Harry," Ron said as if it explained everything, finally looking him in the eyes.
"Ron, it isn't like I'm going to do anything to hurt her," Harry replied honestly. "And I kind of, accidentally, proposed."
"WHAT?!" Ron yelled. "You've been back together for what a couple of hours? And how do you propose accidentally?"
Harry answered the questions with the explanation of exactly what had happened the night before. After he finished explaining, Ron gave him a funny look, and then burst into laughter.
"You mean that you used a proposal as an excuse?" Ron said in between laughs, but suddenly a thought hit him and he stopped laughing and became very serious. "You weren't lying though right, because I don't think Ginny would take it very well if you broke it off, and then I would have to kill you."
"Ron, I wouldn't do that to anyone, especially Ginny."
"Good," Ron's face was full of relief. "So are you going to tell anyone else?"
"No, I want to propose properly first," Harry answered. "You know, get your dad's approval, get a ring, have a romantic dinner, give her flowers-"
"Do you know my sister at all?" Ron asked.
"Of course I do," Harry looked at Ron. "Why?"
"She doesn't like flowers and romance, this is the same girl that won the quidditch tournament for Gryffindor, remember?"
"Of course, but it doesn't make her any less of a girl."
Harry and Ron continued to talk about that and the battle for a long while until the door opened and Hermione walked in.
"Oh, thank God," she sighed. "I thought Ron had killed you, Harry, and Ginny is a little worried also."
"Hey," Ron said as she sat on his lap. "How do you think Harry should propose? Have a romantic-"
"You're going to propose already?"
"Why is this shocking you two so much? We've been together for almost two years…kind of."
"You went out for a couple of months, then ended it, and now a little over a year later your picking it up again," Hermione corrected.
"Same thing," Harry mumbled.
"Anyway, so do you think he should propose at a romantic dinner with flowers, or at a quidditch match like I think?" Ron asked.
Hermione gave him a cold look. "If you ever propose to me at a quidditch match I won't even think twice about throwing you out of the box."
Harry laughed at the horrified look on Ron's face. "That would be the perfect place to propose," Ron said. "There's the best sport in the world, there's food, what more could you want?"
Hermione stood up and sat on a chair that appeared out of nowhere. "What?" Ron asked in confusion.
"I definitely think you should have a romantic dinner," Hermione said. "Because Ginny wouldn't be afraid to beat the snot out of you if you did it at a stupid game."
"Yeah, I know," Harry said rubbing his midsection.
After a while they left the room and went to the great hall to eat. There were holes in the walls and dust was falling everywhere, the entire room was caked in a layer of it. The tables were set and there were trays of food set on them. Harry looked around the room but didn't see Ginny anywhere. He sat down next to Ron and Hermione and he filled his plate. Ginny plopped into the seat next to Harry, appearing out of nowhere.
"You two make up?" Ginny said glancing between Harry and Ron, both nodded. "Harry, my dad's looking for you."
Harry choked on the piece of food in his mouth, he started coughing and the many people in the room looked at him. "What does he want?" Harry asked cautiously.
"What do you think?" she replied. Harry groaned. "It can't be worse than his talk with me. He had me in that room for an eternity."
Harry pushed his plate away, everything suddenly seemed very unappealing. "Well, I might be back."
He stood up and walked over to the entrance of the great hall where Mr. Weasley was waiting.
"Mr. Weasley, I just wanted to say-"
"Don't worry Harry, I don't believe there was a thing you could have possibly done to talk my daughter out of it." Mr. Weasley smiled wearily. "And I'm glad that the two of you are happy in this unhappy time."
Harry stared at Mr. Weasley in shock. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Mr. Weasley, um, you're not angry?"
"No, I don't think you realize how very alike Molly and Ginny are," Mr. Weasley gave Harry a sly grin. "They both go after what they want and they aren't going to be stopped for anything, and that is why I know there was no way you were ever going to talk my daughter out of sleeping with you, and I'll trust it didn't go any further than that."
Harry shook his head dumbly. "No sir, that's all we did."
"I heard you proposed also," Mr. Weasley cocked an eyebrow.
"Well, yes sir, but, uh, I would have liked to ask your permission first, it's just that, um, I was trying to get Ginny out of trouble," Harry stuttered.
"Well, between you and me, I think it will be the most successful marriage ever," he smiled. "There is no way you could possibly get out of it now; if you tried Ginny would murder you."
Mr. Weasley patted Harry on the back and walked away towards his wife. Harry felt happiness flood through him, partly because he had not gotten in trouble, but mostly because he and Ginny wouldn't ever have to be apart. He walked back to the table and whispered the good news to his two best friends while Ginny was talking to one of the girls in her year.
After staying at Hogwarts for two months to help with the rebuilding, Harry was invited to begin Auror training, by Kingsley who had been named the Minister for Magic. Ron had begun working at Weasleys' Wizards Wheezes with George, who was still being affected by Fred's death. And Hermione had begun working at the Ministry of Magic.
Harry had been searching for a ring and he finally found one at a muggle jewelry store that he thought would be perfect for Ginny. It was a small gold ring with three flawless diamonds on it. That night he brought her to an expensive restaurant and as they finished their meal and they discussed how he could have played seeker for any team in the country, he proposed.
The next morning they announced it to the entire Weasley family. Mrs. Weasley was worried that Ginny wasn't going to finish school, but they assured her that they would wait until she graduated to get married. Harry didn't know how he was going to survive that long without being with Ginny, but they promised to write each other. Harry was relieved to know that Professor McGonagall was going to be serving as Headmistress, until a replacement could be found.
The school year flew by, and as it drew to an end Mrs. Weasley started planning the wedding. She had Harry and Ginny working on the invitations. There was one invitation that Harry felt he should deliver in person and as he walked up the sidewalk to the house. He knocked on the door and it opened to reveal Dudley. Harry gave him the invitation and told him that he could bring his parents if he wanted to. As he was walking away, Dudley asked him what he should get them.
"How about a blender?" Harry replied with a smile.
The wedding was held on June 30th and as Harry leaned in to kiss Mrs. Potter for the first time, he felt that this was the true beginning of his life.