When Mrs. Weasley entered her youngest son's attic bedroom she found her daughter cradling the shaggy head of a boy who, though unrelated by blood, she considered her eighth child. "Uhem." Mrs. Weasley politely cleared her throat to announce her presence to the couple. "How are you feeling Harry?"

"Oh he's asleep Mum." Ginny continued to stroke the disheveled black hair of the unconscious boy.

"What!"

"Why Mum! What's wrong with him sleeping? Won't it help him to heal?"

"But he might have a confussion!"

"A what!"

"A concussion." Corrected Hermione who followed appeared behind Mrs. Weasley. "It's quite common for muggles to get if they hit their head. If you sleep after getting a concussion, it may result in some dizziness or confusion. Though some doctors disagree."

"Does he have a concussion Hermione? Shall I wake him?" Ginny asked nervously.

"That might be best. Just to make sure." Hermione added the later in attempt to ease Ginny's worries. "I mean honestly, I only left the two of you 15 minutes ago so I'm sure it's not a concussion. And even if it is, it's nothing serious."

Ginny stiffly nodded and gently hit Harry's cheek in attempt to wake him. "Harry, Harry?" Harry began to stir and his eyes fluttered open, adjusted to the light, and noticed the people around him.

"Have I missed dinner!" Harry quickly sat up as thoughts of the lily necklace, the engagement ring, and a purple pygmy puff raced through his mind.

"No dear!" Mrs. Weasley began chuckling. She thought Harry was upset at the thought that he'd missed Mrs. Weasley's cooking. She began blushing at the thought. "Goodness no. Hermione was just explaining to us a muggle condition known as a concussion and I've come to check on you. I've made you a potion to stop an infection." Mrs. Weasley shook a small flask filled with a marvelous azure colored liquid. "And Ron's just finishing up one for the pain. He should be up in no time." Mrs. Weasley smiled like only a mother could. Her smile was warm, friendly, and reassuring. Harry couldn't help but smile back at the woman who had loved and cared for him better than his own family for the passed seven years.

Mrs. Weasley walked toward Harry as she shook the potion causing it to turn a light lilac. "Now this might sting just a bit dear. Shouldn't hurt too much though." Mrs. Weasley emptied the entire contents of the bottle onto Harry's head though none of his hair got wet. The potion fizzled on the wound but seemed to affect no other part of his head. It did sting some, but Harry had felt worse, much worse, and so he barely winced.

Just then there was a sharp rap on the door and Ron walked in also carrying a flask. The contents of this small jar however, could not be seen by the naked eye. "Is there even a potion in there Ron?" Hermione looked questioningly at the glass container clenched in her boyfriend's fist.

"Yes. I'm not as horrible at potions as you may think Hermione. It's supposed to be clear as crystal. Transparent." He gave Hermione a satisfied look. Ron had never been much good at potions but tried exceptionally hard while brewing this particular one. Firstly, and most obviously, it was for the wellness of his best friend. And secondly, he wanted to spite Hermione. She'd sent him to the kitchen because she was well aware of his lack of passion for potions.

Ron handed the clear flask to Harry who studied it for a moment before raising it to his lips and chugging it's entire contents in one gulp. It tasted vile and the negligible amount of Ginny's kisses he was savoring, had been smothered by the ghastly taste of the potion. "Don't spit it out mate!" Ron warned after seeing Harry's face. "I worked too bloody hard on it!"

"Ugh! Bloody hell, what was that? It tasted worse than polyjuice potion."

Before anyone could answer however, Mr. Weasley hollered from the kitchen, "Molly the stew is burning! What shall I do!" Mrs. Weasley wasted no time and apparated downstairs to save the would-be dinner.

Ginny resumed her previous pass-time of stroking the irresistible un-kept, jet-black hair of Harry Potter. Ron and Hermione looked at each other awkwardly. The were on the same wavelength; they were both feeling awkward as if they were intruding upon the couple, excited as they recalled their moment of bliss previous this afternoon, and again embarrassed for thinking of each other while witnessing another couple.

This however, didn't stop Ginny from pulling Harry back into her lap. She then leaned over and placed an innocent kiss gently on his lips- "Ugh!" she jerked her head up at the same time that Harry sat upright on the bed and turned to face her. "What kind of potion have you fed him! That's bloody horrible!"

Ron sniggered "Really," he keeled over with laughter, "I thought Harry was just that bad at kissing!"

"Oh grow up Ron." Hermione tried to defend Harry but she started smiling and laughing along with Ron. Ginny began laughing too. Harry realized how wonderful this moment was; his two best friends, and his girlfriend all laughing together.

After a few minutes of laughter Ginny spoke again, breaking the silence, "It really did taste horrible."

The silence had somehow gradually turned awkward. Perhaps it was because of the two couples, or perhaps it was because Ron and Harry were thinking of the dinner to come while Hermione was still trying to decipher Harry's words and find out what he was up to.

"It did."

"Oh by the way, I invited Neville to dinner which means Luna will be coming too. I really don't see why such a feast is necessary. I'm only coming home from school."

"Yes but you'll never come home from school again and you're Mum's baby. She's always wanted a daughter and now that she has you, you're to be spoiled."

"I really don't want a fuss. I hate attention on me."

"What are you going to do on you're wedding day Ginny? Hide? You have to get used to being in the spotlight!"

It was at that moment that it clicked for Hermione. All the pieces fit together, perfectly. She knew Harry was going to propose tonight and she also knew Ron was ruining everything.

"Ron it's not like she's getting married anytime soon. Honestly, she's only 17, about to be 18." Hermione winked at Harry. She knew, and he knew she knew. He was grateful for her covering of Ron's slip.

"Yes but even when I do get married," Ginny began fantasizing as she tilted her head slightly to the side and her gaze became distant. She pictured clearly everything in her mind's eye as if it was truly in front of her. "I just want something simple. In the backyard, like Bill's. I don't want such a dress as Fleur's. Something more, "She searched for the word that best described the dress that only she was seeing, "modest I suppose the word would be, but not exactly." Embarrassed at her fantasy, she cut off.

"It sounds beautiful Ginny." No one had noticed but Hermione too had began envisioning Ginny's dream wedding.

"What will you're dress be like 'Mione?" Harry and Ron stared at each other. They didn't understand why this was so fascinating to the girls. Their minds, as the minds of best friends often are, were thinking the same thing. The honeymoon.

"Oh." Hermione flushed so her face was the color of Ron's hair. "I don't know Ginny, I've never thought of it. I doubt I'll ever be married anyway."

"Bloody hell Hermione! How many times do I have to tell you! I. Love. You. I love you Hermione Jean Granger. You'll be married one day, don't you worry your pretty head about it."

It was Ron's turn to blush.

"Oh." Hermione and Ginny giggled at Ron's outburst. Harry felt sorry for his best friend, though he couldn't help but snigger. "Well in that case," Hermione took Ron's hand in hers and squeezed it gently, "I love you too Ronald Billius Weasley."

The room roared with laughter once again. "Billius!" Shrieked Ginny as laughed so hard that she trembled but no sound came from her mouth.

"Breathe Ginny!" Harry sat up and shook Ginny to try and get her to breathe. "Oxygen Ginny! Breathe, come on, inhale, exhale." This only caused her to convulse harder.

"Billious!" Ginny sharply inhaled "Oh gosh I'm sorry Ronald, it's just too funny."

"Well," George said as he once again apparated into Ron's room. "Billious, Ginerva, and well Hermione. Supper's ready. As for you Mr. Harold Potter, I need to have a word with you before we eat."

Hermione was still on a high from laughing and so she didn't pay much mind to George's teasing.

"Wait." Harry said abruptly. He turned to stare at his soon to be fiance, " Ginny is short for Ginerva!"

"Well, yeah." Ginny said in a you've-been-snogging-me-for-the-past-three-years-and-you-didn't-know-my-full-name kind of tone. "I mean come on. I know you're name's Harry and not really Harold. You honestly didn't know my name was Ginerva!"

"Er… no." Harry was more embarrassed than when he'd walked in on his two best friends sucking faces, if that was possible.

Ginny stormed out of the room, followed by Hermione who once again played the role of comforter. Ron simply shook his head, grinned, and clapped Harry on the back.

After George was sure everyone was out of earshot he turned to face Harry, "Here's you're pygmy puff mate. Oh and don't worry about Ginerva, she'll get over it." And George too left the room. Harry realized that when he left the room, he would be walking into his girlfriend's engagement party. He was more frightened than when he walked into the Forbidden Forest, and for the first time in a year, he regretted leaving the Resurrection Stone at Hogwarts. If only he could speak to his dad. If only James was there. If only Remus was there. If only Sirius was there. If only.

Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I had a bit of writer's block. Thanks for you're reviews and please keep letting me know what you think!

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