It was November. It had been a year and a half since Voldemort's defeat and it was safe to say the Wizarding World was back to normal. Work in the auror department at the Ministry of Magic was fairly quiet, meaning Harry had lots of days off and very short hours.

It was a Saturday morning. The trees on the green outside number 12 Grimauld Place were amber, red and gold and the ground was covered with crisp, crunchy leaves that Teddy Lupin couldn't resist running through every time he stepped out the door. Saying that, neither could Ron.

"Harry?" Ginny called.

"In the kitchen!" He replied. He and Hermione were making breakfast. They heard Ginny come down the stairs and walk through the hall.

"Morning," She said, as Hermione passed her in the door way holding a plate piled high with pancakes.

"'Ello," Harry grinned, kissing her. "Got any plans for today?"

"No," Ginny said, somewhat exhausted from her run down the stairs. "You?"

"Not one," Harry smiled. "Fancy going for a walk? Just you and me. I've asked Hermione and she says she doesn't mind looking after Teddy for an hour or two."

"Sounds great," Ginny smiled. "I'll be ready in half an hour.

"Okay," Harry said, kissing her again.

*

"I'm ready," Ginny called, running down the stairs. They would be encountering muggles, so she was wearing pale blue jeans, knitted grey boots, a loose fitting, nude t-shirt and a chunky-knit grey cardigan.

"Let's go," Harry smiled. He was wearing darker jeans, an old pair of trainers, a black jumper and a red scarf.

*

They walked through the woods, hand in hand, talking and listening to the noise the leaves made as they kicked them away while they walked.

Ginny looked at Harry. "How's work?" She asked.

"Same old," Harry smiled. "Pretty dull. Not that I'm complaining about the lack of murders and attacks..."

Ginny laughed.

Harry stopped when they got to some large rocks sticking out of the ground in a clearing. He'd planned for them to come by this place, and he led Ginny over, sitting her down on the rocks, not letting go of her hand.

"Ginny," He said, quietly. "I love you. Two years ago, when I was hunting down horcruxes in that crummy old tent, you were the one that kept me going. I owe my life to you, Ginny Weasley. You're brilliant, you are."

She smiled and opened her mouth but he pressed a finger to her lips to stop her.

"I remember when I first met you as though it were yesterday. In fact, I remember every moment I've ever spent with you as though it were yesterday. You're absolutely perfect, Ginny Weasley. You're the best thing that's ever been mine."

She smiled again.

"So, Ginny Weasley, will you marry me?" He asked, pulling out a velvet box and opening it to reveal a diamond ring.

Ginny's eyes widened. She couldn't quite believe that Harry Potter, hero of the wizarding world, was asking her, Ginny Weasley, to marry him. She was nothing special; she came from a large family without any money. Most of her clothes were hand-me-downs and her school books had come from second hand book shops. But he wanted to marry her.

"Yes!" She squealed.

Harry grinned at her as he slid the ring onto her finger. It was beautiful. A thin silver band with a diamond in the centre – simple and traditional, it was perfect for them.

Once the ring was firmly on her finger, she jumped up and threw her arms around Harry's neck, laughing. He was laughing too; he'd never felt this happy. He tightened his arms around her waist and she wrapped her legs around his hips.

"I love you!" She said, kissing him, knocking him back a little.

After he regained his balance, he said, "I love you too."