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Chapter Eight

Harry only had one day, and he needed all the time he could get to plan the moment that would change his life, and hopefully Ginny's too. He needed something romantic to do when he proposed, someplace to take her. He needed something to wear; he needed something to say besides "Will you marry me?" He needed help.

Wednesday morning he went down to the front desk inquiring where he could find help. He was told to find the whole's customer relations manager, Emma Pepper.

He found her in the small customer relations office next to the folf course.

She was nice woman with very dark brown hair, who had an American accent. She was nicely dressed, and had what looked like very expensive shoes on.

"Hello, how can I help you?" she said. Harry explained his predicament. His whole predicament.

"Hmmm… okay, here's what you do: Go upstairs and tell Ginny you're sick. If she calls up a healer, I'll take care of it. Tell her you don't want her to miss a day of her trip, insist she goes. After she leaves wait ten minutes and the meet me in the lobby. We'll tackle the rest later," Emma said.

Harry got to work. It was hard to convince Ginny to go, but in the end, she left, and after waiting ten minutes, he apparated down to the lobby, where Emma sat wait for him.

"Okay, let's get going," she said.

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While Harry and Emma were walking they talked. First, about Harry and Ginny's relationship, then the conversation slowly moved to talking about themselves. Emma didn't know much about Harry, and Harry knew absolutely nothing about Emma, so they talked for a while.

"So, I went to school at Hogwarts, and to fully explain my experience there, I would have to write a novel, or perhaps, a series of seven novels or so. I think someone did, there were zillions of biographies written," Harry felt he wasn't doing a very good job explaining his life, everyone already knew, so he never had to explain before.

"Well, I went to school in France, Beauxbatons," she was saying, "I never had any sort of adventure there. Oh, wait. In my second year, the whole school went to Hogwarts for the Triwizard thing, but I left before the champions were picked, because that was when my dad died," she said.

"Oh, I'm sorry. How did he die?" Harry asked.

"A severe case of the dragon pox, at his age… So, how did that tournament turn out, you were there right?" she said.

"Oh, yeah, I was, er, there. One of the contestants died, and, er, it was unclear who won," he said, once again feeling as though he wasn't getting the whole thing. It not as if she needed the whole thing, though, so Harry stuck with the "short" version.

"Oh! We're here!" she exclaimed suddenly.

"Er, where?"

"We're here to buy you some new clothes!"

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After trying on numerous dress robes and hearing Emma turn down everyone, Harry was quite relieved to her approval of one.

"It's classy and stylistically in," she said.

Afterwards, they went to find a place to propose at, and they talked about what he should say.

"I mean there's always 'what are you doing for the rest of your life?' but we all know that's getting old, so let's save it as a last resort," Emma suggested. Harry was reading an advertisement for gondola rides.

"What about this?" he asked.

"What?" Emma replied.

"How would it be if I proposed on a gondola?"

"Holy cows and monkeys! Why didn't I think of that? I mean, it's the most obvious solution, it's simple, it's romantic, and it's something she'll remember forever! AHH, I'm such an idiot," she shouted, unnecessarily. "Who are you taking tours with?"

"Annalise, she's, er, really nice," he said, though he could tell his understatement was not inadequate.

"Oh! Annalise is my best friend! Okay, I can set this up; meet me in my office at nine. Tell Ginny your going for another check-up, see you then!" she turned on the spot and left. Harry followed suit.

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When he arrived at the hotel it was quarter of three and Ginny would be getting home soon, so he quickly rushed upstairs and put on his pajamas, took off his glasses, and messed up his hair… more.

After under the covers, he fell asleep, as he was very tired, it was not a difficult task.

When he woke up it was six thirty, Ginny sat next to him.

"Are you feeling any better?" she asked, kissing him on the forehead.

"Okay, a little better," Harry said in a horse voice.

"Well, the doctor called. He said he wanted to see you again at nine, and that you'll be better by tomorrow, go back to sleep for now, though," she said.

He did go back to sleep, and when Ginny woke him up, it was almost nine. Harry got dressed, and went down to Emma's office.

He didn't take two steps in before she had started talking.

"I've thought this over long and hard," she said.

"What?" Harry asked.

"What you're going to say!" she continued on, "I know that you love Ginny-"

"More than anything!" Harry interrupted.

"Yes, I know. Which is why I believe in you. I believe you can do this without my help," Emma said, almost solemn.

"Oh gosh! I'm going to screw this up so bad!" Harry said, not a small bit distressed.

"Badly," Emma corrected.

"What?"

"Never mind,"

"She'll never accept if I have some lame-ass proposal" Harry lost it, "I need help, I can't do this alone!"

"Yes, you can, you can do this, you don't need anyone's help! Now go upstairs, and try to sleep!" Emma ordered.

Harry did try. He tried hard to sleep, but he knew it was useless. He fell asleep at 3:06, but found he would rather stay awake staring at the bright red clock than experience the dreams he did. They were the worst kind. The kind where the content is so horrible, you can't bear to watch, so you close your eyes, only you can see right through your eyelids. And Harry saw everything. He saw himself, getting down on one knee, and Ginny, shaking her head in disgust. He saw the Weasley family, staring him down with contempt on their faces, turning him away, never to see him again. Then Ginny again, pushing him out of the gondola, and into the bay.

As he awoke with a start he realized the alarm was about to go off, so he got up solemnly. He felt he was walking to his death, again. He was getting dressed when the alarm sounded, and Ginny woke as well. She looked out the window.

"Gorgeous day out, today," She said, with that great big smile on her face that Harry loved so dearly. She got dressed and carefully plaited her bright red hair, which Harry loved so dearly. When they were both done getting ready, she looked at with the large brown eyes that Harry loved so dearly, and said "Let's go!"

They saw Annalise in the lobby, and as Harry saw Ginny's face, her beautiful perfect face walk away from him, and towards Annalise, he almost backed out.

"Wait, Ginny," he said almost choking on his words.

"Yes?" she asked.

"I have special plans for today" he said, and somehow, someway, there was a smile on his face.

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Next chapter is the proposal!! Please review! There is only one chapter left of part one, so you want to say what you think!