OK. Here is the 11th chapter of 'Together', An Evening Ride.

Ginny

Ginny stared out her bedroom window missing Hermione and (Was it possible?) Ron. It had been a week and they were to be gone yet another week. She looked around as someone tapped her on the shoulder. It was Harry.

"Hi." She said brightly.

"Hey Hun." He replied.

"What's going on?"

"Not much. Are you busy tonight?"

Ginny cocked her head and tried to appear as if she was thinking. "Hmmmm. Let me see…It's a Wednesday night, my best friend is on vacation and I, as of yet, do not have a date with my boyfriend. Not only that, Harry Potter, but my calendar is tacked onto the wall and I am quite sure you took at least one look at it before asking me, assuring yourself what the answer would be. So, no Harry. I am not busy tonight."

Harry laughed and kissed her. "I'll take that as a 'yes' to a date tonight." He chuckled. "Meet me at the Chicken Coop tonight around 7:30."

"The Chicken Coop? Rather an odd place for a date. What are we going to do there? Have a romantic, country-style date feeding the chicks and mucking it out? How romantic."

Harry simply winked as he sauntered out of the room. "Oh, you'll see." He replied mysteriously.

"What do you have planned Harry Potter? Tell me!"

He just laughed and exited the room- in a very sexy manner, Ginny thought.

Harry

Harry walked across the hall while laughing at Ginny's demand. She would find out the answer to her question soon enough.

'And so will I.' thought Harry anxiously as he glanced at the small, discreet black box on his dresser.

Ginny

As soon as the door shut, Ginny started to freak out. The Chicken Coop? That had to mean that he had something else up his sleeve. And if all of the magazines, books and her intuition were correct, then he had something really big and really romantic planned. Was it? Could it be that he was going to pro- 'No Ginny. Don't even go there. That would be to-

Don't pretend that you haven't thought about it there was that annoyingly truthful voice again.

Yes I've though about it but it's not like I've seriously-

Yes you have. And you know what your conjecture has been every time. You love Harry.

The voice was absolutely right. Ginny grabbed a magazine and started to read furiously to stop herself from raising her expectations. Just incase she was wrong….which she probably was.

Three weeks earlier-Harry

"Hermione?"

She looked up from her book.

"Can I ask you for some help?"

"Of course Harry."

He sat down onto one of the rough wooden chairs around the kitchen table. "Well…I…er…I was wondering…That is I… WouldyouhelpmefindaringformetousetoproposetoGinny?"

Hermione smirked-as if she knew exactly what Harry had, no matter how incoherently, said. "What was that Harry?"

He took a deep breath and forced himself to speak slower. "Would…you…please…help…me…find a ring for Ginny."

"Why do you want a ring Harry?"

Harry threw her a contemptuous glance.

"Alright, alright. I think I know why. But I would prefer that you tell me…."

Harry maintained his stony silence.

"Okay. How about we go shopping tomorrow?"

Harry beamed. "That's great! Thanks so much Hermione."

The next day

Harry gazed in bewilderment around the store. The plush carpet seemed to surround him as well as the perfume and the sparkling lights reflected by the diamonds and other jewelry dazzled him.

All he could think of was that he was exceedingly indebted to Hermione for he would be ever more lost without her guidance. And encouragement. This was their fifth store that day. Third this hour.

He took a breath as a new song started over the loudspeakers. He listened. He reveled in how perfectly it fit Ginny.

She's a beauty,

The kind of beauty that make-up can't create.

Cause it starts within her heart,

And it flows thought her soul,

With a genuine reflection on her face.

She's a lady,

And she doesn't have to prove it to the world.

There's a kindness in her eyes and wisdom in her heart,

And in her heart sometimes still a little girl.

She's a natural and it isn't hard to see,

Though I'm not sure what she sees in me.

But God, in all his kindness gave her sweet, sweet heart to me.

And as long as I have life, I'm gonna love her, naturally.

She's a rare thing.

A treasure that most men seek but seldom find.

A priceless piece of art from the hands of the maker,

And only grows more valuable over time.

She's an angel, the nearest thing to heaven that I have found.

She eases all my burdens; she takes me high above,

But she still keeps my feet right on the ground.

She's a natural and it isn't hard to see,

Though I'm not sure what she sees in me.

But God, in all his kindness gave her sweet, sweet heart to me.

And as long as I have life, I'm gonna love her, naturally.

Ohhhhhh... She's a natural

The song faded, but the image of Ginny's face, laughing in the sunlight, remained solid in front of Harry's inner eye.

"Harry, Harry. Harry!"

"Hua? What? What is it?"

"What's the matter with you Harry?" asked Hermione. "I've said your name about seven times! I found someone to help us find a ring for Gin. What was with you anyway?"

"Well.. I was…ah.. I was listening to the song that was playing over the speaker." He gestured to the ceiling. "That song….It fit Ginny so well…"

Hermione beamed. She grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him to the counter.

"Excuse me. Lisette?"

A girl with platinum blond hair turned around and smiled at them. "Yes?"

Hermione turned to Harry. "This is who will be helping us at this store." She turned back to Lisette. "Well, Harry is, as I explained, looking for an engagement ring to propose to his girlfriend with. But, first, he really liked the song that just played, and we were wondering if you could tell us what was the name of the song and the artist?"

She snapped her gum. "Of course. I'll do that right away." She walked away, bangles clinking and her long white skirt swishing.

Harry pulled Hermione aside. "What did you do that for?" he demanded.

"Oh, Harry. You're proposing. And when you propose, you get married. And after you get married you dance at your reception. And the first song is for the bride and groom's first dance. And your first dance tends to be romantic. And even if you don't use that song, it is always a good idea to have a stock of romance songs for certain events. And then, you always need to have an 'Our Song'-"

"OK.OK. I get it. But did you have to-"

"Excuse me?" It was Lisette. "But that song you were just asking after? It is called 'She's A Natural' and it is sung by Shenandoah."

"Thank you Lisette."

"Can I help you with anything else?"

"Yes, would you have any suggestions for a ring? We want something simple, but with a little life. It has to look good with a wide range of clothes, so a silver band would probably be best…" Harry let Hermione lay down the specifications. It was easier that way.

Present Time, 7:25, Ginny

Ginny stared at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a plain black dress with full length sleeves. It had a scooped neck and stopped just above the knee. The whole thing was fitted and showed off all her curves nicely. She wore black sandals and faux diamond posts in her ears. She had played with her hair many different ways, but had settled with leaving it down. She did not know why, but she had the feeling that she would enjoy the evening more with it down.

This outfit was the product of two and a half hours of rooting through her closet. She had given up the magazine after about five minutes. It had been hopeless.

But was this an alright outfit? How could she dress without knowing what the night's plans were? It was extremely trying. She checked the fuzzy clock on the table beside the bed. 7:27. Time to head to the Chicken Coop.

As she walked down the stairs she wondered. 'What if I'm wrong? What if he isn't going to propose and he just wants to take a walk? I'll look like such like an expectant dope. How utterly mortifying. That's it. I can't wear this. I'll just go upstairs and change into my dark wash jeans and dark chocolate cardigan. But, what if he is proposing? I don't want to have my memory of getting engaged have me in jeans; no matter how stylish they are. WHAT SHOULD I DO?!'

Her thoughts continued on as such until she was already standing outside by the Chicken Coop. Harry was not there yet. 'It's too late to change now unless-'

"SHIT!" Something had just come up behind her and grabbed her from behind, and she was now soaring through the air! She twisted her head to see Harry, seated on his Firebolt, laughing his head off.

He placed her behind him on the broom as she yelled above the wind, "WHEN WE LAND I AM GOING TO KILL YOU HARRY! DO YOU HEAR ME!? KILL YOU!"

This only made Harry laugh harder. To Ginny's relief, she noticed that he was wearing his black dress pants and a white button-up top. She had managed to dress properly. Her hair down had also been a good choice as it flew behind her in a very charming way.

It was a warm September night, but, after awhile, it got a tad chilly on the broomstick. She contented herself by snuggling herself closer to Harry- an act that both appreciated.

After fifteen minutes they came to a halt above the center of a large lake.

"Ginny?" Harry said.

"Yes?" Ginny replied, perking up.

He smiled. "Hold on."

"What?"

Harry just smiled again. He rearranged his hands and slipped of the broom; swinging himself around and over so he was sitting backwards-facing Ginny.

"Show off."

"I know."

He kissed her. It was one of those long, steady kisses that were sacred to the memory.

When they broke apart Harry took a deep breath. Now was the time. His Adams apple was pounding in his throat but he did his best to swallow it. Now was the time.

Something in his eyes let Ginny know, he was about to ask her. She held her breath in anticipation-love pounding though out her.

"Ginny?" he whispered.

"Harry." She whispered back reverently.

"Ginny. You are amazing. You make me laugh and are so amazingly perfect and talented. You are more than I ever expected to have, and I love you so, so much. I want to have you for the rest of my life, and I hope that you want the same. Ginny, I love you so much that it sometimes hurts. Will you, Genivra Molly Weasley, do me the honor of becoming Genivra Molly Potter?" As he asked, he drew the small black box out of his pocket and opened it to reveal a solid silver band with a large round-cut diamond. On the inside was the engraving 'I never gave up on you, you know.'

It was so beautiful that it took Ginny's breath away she couldn't talk, and so she simply nodded. As Harry slid it onto her ring finger, her eyes felt rather damp. Slowly they overflowed. This was the best moment in the world. It was made even sweeter by the touch of Harry's lips on hers.

There it is. The very long awaited 11th chapter of 'Together'. Though I am aware that no reason (short severe illness) could cover this large wait, the only excuse that I can give is that it has been so amazingly beautiful out. I had been hit by writer block too, but I didn't even want to sit at the computer to see if I could over come it. I never did get my reviews as well. Anyway, I really hoped that you like it. I, personally, though that it was quite romantic, but what did you think? If you want to see the dress that Ginny wore on the broom ride, Hermione's wedding dress or hear the song that was playing in the Muggle jewelry store, all of the links are on my bio. I want 5 reviews on this chapter, and please tell me what you think of the 2 outfits and the song if you check them out- and please do!