We now jump to the January 2005.
"Ginny?" Harry began. They now lived together on the coast. They owned a little house. It was far away from any muggle, so they could practice Quidditch as much as they pleased.
"Yes?" she asked. Ginny had grown into quite the young woman. She was now 23 years old. She played for the only all girls Quidditch team, the Holyhead Harpies.
"I've been thinking… We have been together for a long time and I jus–" He was cut off by a loud crack outside the window. Then, there was a knocking at the door. Ginny got off the couch, where they were sitting.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Hiya sis!" Ron said, boastfully. Harry was rather annoyed. He was just trying to ask Gin–
"Hey Harry!" he said. He and Hermione had purchased the house just up the beach. It was nice, to have them so close, but a nuisance other times.
"Oh, I hope we didn't interrupt. I brought lemon bars," Hermione said quickly. She was always so considerate, a perfect match for Ron. Harry got up and took the bars into the kitchen. Ginny and Hermione sat down and began to talk. Ron then waddled his way into the kitchen.
"Harry, what's up?" he asked.
"I was trying to ask someone to take my hand in marriage, before a certain someone came and rudely interpreted," Harry spoke quickly and quietly.
"I'm sorry, mate. I didn't realize." Harry took a deep breath.
"It's okay. I just, I want to get it over with, just so we can be happy, like you two." Ron and Hermione were engaged. They didn't have a date set for the wedding yet. They just were happy to know that, one day, they would be happily wed.
They boys went back into the sitting room. Hermione was showing Ginny her new ring.
"Oh, it's beautiful," she exclaimed. It was. It was a 12 karat diamond, with a big gold band.
They ate dinner together, later, after story telling and games, Hermione and Ron went home. They could, of course, apperate, but Hermione like the long walk along the beach. She said it was a good time to talk.
Harry grabbed Ginny around the waist and pulled her down onto the couch.
"Harry.. Come on. Let go. I just want to go to bed. Let go," she was whining. When Harry saw her face she had tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Ginny, what's wrong?" She gave up trying to get away and just sunk down onto the couch.
"I want to be happy like them." Harry grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.
"We will never be like them. We will be like us, and I'm perfectly happy with just being us. And if you're not, then I think this is over…" he got up and walked out onto the patio. Soon enough, he heard foot steps.
"Harry, I love you. I don't want it to be over…" She was crying rather harder than Harry pleased, but he smirked to himself. He didn't look at her in the face for a long while.
"Wh– why are you smiling? Don' t you love me?" She sat down on a chair. Her face was in her hands. She heard Harry's voice,
"But…" She looked up. He was on the ground, eye-level with her, on one knee. "If you are perfectly happy with us, then," He pulled out a ring. "Ginevra Molly Weasley, will you do me the honor of being my wife?"
