Ginny had been working relentlessly to pack all of her things. It was difficult though. She had to finish the remaining laundry so she could sort between clothes. She had to finish all the dishes so she could pack her own. She had to sort through all of their towels and linens. It was proving to be a daunting task. She knew that she could just ask someone for help, but she didn't want to ask for someone to help her pack her old life away. She needed to do this on her own and without interruptions. She was still grieving her broken relationship with Harry. Things might not have been the best and they may have ended very sourly between the two, but she had spent so much time of her life with this man and even more than that idolizing him. For the better part of her life, she had spent it with Harry in some way, shape, form, or fashion. It's hard to let go of that sometimes.

She folded down more boxes so she could place more items into them. Each box had to be marked for proper storage. Some things were going to be put in the building outside of her parent's home, while some of it would be taken to her room for use. She hated that she had to do this. She had worked so hard to finally get Harry to move in with her and now it was all being flushed down the toilet. I hope Pansy Parkinson was worth all of this, Harry.

She decided to apparate the boxes that she had ready over to the Burrow. She had asked her mother not to interfere; that this was already painful enough. She neatly placed the boxes into the building, careful to leave room for future boxes and items. Once she was done with this, she apparated back to her apartment to continue boxing up her past dreams. She still had to wrap glassware and photos so they wouldn't break. She knew this would be an even harder task since most of her pictures were of her and Harry at some point during their relationship. She knew that she would see some from happier times and that she would see some from the not so happy times. Regardless of the time, and despite the breakup, she still looked fondly at the good times. It was easy to reminisce the good ones and try to figure out where things went wrong.

She picked up a photo of them from Ron and Hermione's wedding. They were both smiling in the picture, but they didn't look like a couple to her. They looked more like brother and sister. She began to wonder if this was how Harry really saw her; as his sister. She knew that she didn't feel that way, but maybe that was where things went wrong. Maybe her family cared for him too much and they had spent too much time together as children. She continued to wrap pictures until she heard a faint 'pop' and knew that someone had arrived into her flat without her consent.

"What do you want?" She asked while continuing to wrap pictures.

"I just wanted to talk."Harry replied. Ginny closed her eyes and shook her head. She had told him not to come.

"Harry, I asked you to stay away until Ron gave you further notice. I'm busy trying to separate our things."

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Please look at me." Harry begged. Ginny huffed in frustration and turned to him, glaring into his eyes.

"What do you want from me, Harry? Can't you see that I'm done? You cheated on me."

"I made a mistake." He informed her.

"A mistake? You are realizing this now? Why couldn't you have realized that it would be a mistake before you made it? You knew I would find out at some point didn't you?" She asked.

"I felt guilt through the entire affair. But, Ginny, I never stopped loving you. I was just being foolish and I now realize the error in my ways."

"Harry, I have loved you since I was a very young girl. I was ten when I met you. Can you imagine how I feel? Fourteen years of loving you. Fourteen years of my devotion. Fourteen years of waiting for you to marry me." She seethed.

"I know. And I am truly sorry for any pain my actions have caused you. I want you to know that I ended things with Pansy. I know that I want to be with you, Ginny."

"Harry, it's a little too late for that. You broke my heart. When I found out that you were seeing another woman behind my back, I closed the door of my heart to you. If you truly loved me, whether we were going through a rough patch or not, you would have stuck by my side and stayed true to me. I don't think you ever really loved me."She told him.

"I did and I do love you. I was just scared. Can you imagine the pressure I was feeling from you and your family? Yes, I do want to spend my life with you, but everyone is always butting in. We never got to just be Ginny and Harry. It was always Ginny, Harry, and someone else. Everyone was always pressuring me into proposing. Why do you think I never did it? It wasn't because I didn't want to, it was because everyone expected me to and that's a lot of pressure, Ginny."

"I understand that. But it still doesn't excuse the fact that you cheated on me. And with Pansy Parkinson, no less. How could I ever forget that?" She asked.

"Ginny, I know you have a wonderful heart and that somewhere in there you could find the will to forgive me."

"I know that I can forgive the mistakes; I just don't know if I can forget them. They will always be in the back of my mind. I'll always wonder if you are cheating again. How? Tell me how could I forget that, Harry?" She said.

"I have no idea. We just have to try to put it in the past."

"I don't know if I can do that, Harry."

"Please, Ginny." Harry begged.

"Why? Why should I, Harry? What guarantee do I have that this will never happen again? How do I know that in ten years I can trust that you aren't cheating again?" She asked.

"I have no idea. But I plan to spend the rest of my life trying to prove it to you." He told her. He kept eye contact with her as he knelt to the ground and pulled a tiny black velvet box from his pocket. He grabbed her left hand and opened the box, presenting that item to her.

"Ginevra Molly Weasley, I have loved you for as long as I can remember. I have never met anyone I would rather spend my life with, other than you. I want to spend all of my days, and all over my nights with you. You would make me the happiest man in this entire world if you would be my wife. Will you marry me?" He asked.

She was utterly and completely shocked. She had dreamed for her entire life of this day. She had dreamed of a proposal from Harry for as long as she could remember. The day was finally here, but sadly, it had to be under these circumstances. She found herself questioning everything. She knew there was something there with Draco. Ginny didn't like to take risks, especially on love, but she couldn't help but feel more drawn to Draco. In the short time she had spent with him, she felt he had gotten to know her better than Harry had ever tried. They had shared so many things with each other. She couldn't remember ever having a conversation like that with Harry. It was like he didn't really care to get to know the real Ginny; the Ginny underneath everything known about the Weasley's. She heard a 'pop' in the background as she was deciding her answer.

"Ginny, I was just coming over to see if you needed any help moving boxes." Draco started. He walked into the living room to see Harry kneeling in front of Ginny with a ring in his hand.

"Oh, I'll just leave, I guess." Draco said while looking Ginny in the eye.

"Draco, I can explain." She began, but Draco held his hand up to stop her.

"Ginny, it's okay. This is what you want." He told her and then apparated away.

Ginny turned back to Harry, who was still kneeling to the ground with the ring outstretched toward her. She looked into his eyes trying to figure out if she could trust him again. She wanted to go after Draco, but it's so hard to just turn your back on someone you have loved for so long.

"Does that mean you'll say yes?" He asked her.

"Harry, I can't marry you. After everything, I just can't. I'm sorry, but you need to leave. I need to finish packing." She told him and then pulled her hand from his. His jaw was dropped in shock. She knew she had probably sourly hurt his ego, but she just couldn't bring herself to say yes. She didn't want to spend her life wondering if he would cheat again.

She continued packing without saying a word until she heard his 'pop' signaling his departure. She continued to pack until everything was finished. After another two hours, she had finally boxed everything up and stowed it away at the Burrow. She placed her key on the kitchen counter and took one last glance around the apartment.

Ginny ate dinner at the Burrow in silence. She had let Ron know to tell Harry that he could go back to the apartment whenever he was ready. She didn't tell Ron about the proposal though. She didn't want anyone to know. She knew that if her family had found out, they would have forced her into it. She didn't want to be forced into accepting the proposal of a man that would cheat on her.

When she finished her food, she headed upstairs to take a nice, long, hot shower. She needed to think about things and decide where she wanted to go in life from there. She knew she didn't want to stay at the Burrow for long, but she needed to stay there for a small time. She needed to start over without all the hassle. She also knew that she wanted to see where things with Draco could go now that they were both free. She understood that he would have gotten the wrong impression from today, so she decided to write him a letter explaining some things. She dried her body and put on her pajamas. She sat at her small study desk in her room and pulled out some ink and parchment.

Draco,

I sincerely thank you for all of your support throughout this entire ordeal. I know that you walked into quite a scene today, but I want you to know that it really wasn't what you thought. Yes, Harry did propose. No, I did not say yes. I told him I couldn't forget the things he had done and that I couldn't spend the rest of my life wondering if he would cheat again. I also found myself thinking of you. I know we didn't spend that much time together, but I feel like we really got to know each other. I truly enjoyed every moment spent with you and I hope that we get to spend more time together. I don't know what I feel for you, but it definitely is something. I feel like we could really have something together. And I have come to realize that like purple orchids are my favorite flower, spending time with you has become the favorite part of my days. I hope that you feel the same way for me and would like to give this a shot. I'm sure you need time to digest all of the information and all of the events that have occurred. Hopefully, once you have, you'll come find me at the Burrow. I'll be eagerly awaiting you, Draco.

Freely yours,

Ginny