It was august and I was fretting, Ginny's birthday drew close and I couldn't figure out what to get her. I really should of just proposed today. It was a week away and Hermione was ragging down on me.

"Harry what are you getting her?" I looked to my left and there she stood with her hands on her hips.

"I don't know." I said exasperatingly, it was about the hundredth times shes asked me and I would be a horrible fiance missing my first major birthday for her. Even if no one knew yet we are engaged. I might have blessings but I knew they wouldn't like it that she's 'tied down' so early. I got up and walked out on Hermione's bickering and just apparated away. I landed off of shell cottage why I ended up here I would never know. I walked to the sea side and saw Bill looking off of the cliff his scars are healed but they remain like the one on my forehead. He turned, saw me and waved me over.

"What are you doing here Harry?" I shrugged my shoulders.

"Needed a place of quite for a minute Hermione is bugging me on what I am getting for Ginny and Ginny is bugging me on what I got her. In truth I have no solution and don't want to seem like a jerk, I know she will be crushed if I didn't get anything for her birthday. But I want it to be personal and have no clue." We walked into the house and I was hugged by Fleur.

"Bonjour Harry, ce qui vous amène ici?" (What brings you here?) I smiled at Fleur talking french around me still.

"Trying to figure out a present for Gin, I needed some quite space away from Hermione and her to think." She smiled knowingly as to why I happened to end up here.

"The sea is very good to think around." She said in perfect English with a little accent, Bill had taught her well. I smiled at her.

"Why don't you do something romantic for her." Bill said. I looked at him with a non encouraging look. Romantic was not in my body. Fleur saw my look.

"Come on Harry being romantic is easy if you have listened to Ginny." I looked at her questioningly.

"What things does she like?" I thought to all shes hinted to. She wasn't girly but sometimes you could her the desire under her tone.

"Quidditch." Fleur looked at me with disgust. Bill looked like an idea went off in his head. He looked to me and told me his plan...

Man I should of killed Bill when I could of this plan couldn't of worked, my palms became sweaty. The rest of the Family knew of my plan for Ginny but Gin. She would soon go up stairs and find the dress I picked out for her. I waited down stairs in slacks, a pressed button up molly washed for me and a dragon hide jacket Charlie gave me for my birthday. I waited at the bottom of the stairs for her to come down. I held a rose in my hand... Damn it.. in my hand shuffling I pricked my self. I looked down at the offending droplet of blood, I tried to stop the bleeding while getting the thorns off so she wouldn't hurt her self. As I was fumbling with everything I didn't notice her decent until someone knocked me on the back did I look up. She was breath taking, the emerald green dress her hair was still down but half pulled back, I smiled knowing I could run my hands through her hair still. She walked to me and I handed her the rose. She had a faint blush that colored her cheeks. Her lips looked soft and inviting. I leaned down and kissed her. Her tongue begged entrance which I granted, but before anything got heated, Ron had tapped me on the shoulder. We pulled away yet she never let go of me. It was then that I noticed that her ring was visible. We made our retreat and walked out into the crisp air. I grabbed my broom as we walked off of the porch.

"So Harry where are we going?" She looked curious and was biting her bottom lip, oh bloody hell ( I had hung out with Ron to much) I was in for it. I summoned the broom and stepped on. I held my hand out for her.

"Harry I'm in a dress." She started to look worried. I turned her sideways then motioned for her to get on.

"I won't let you fall Gin." I smiled at her and she slipped in front of me on the broom and off we were.

Ginny POV

I snuggled closer to him, glad of a moment that is just us. He flew us to the stream where he stood nervously but it was beautiful and I could tell he had thought this out, fairy lights were in the apple trees casting a dim glow around a table with a single red candle in the middle, I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He looked at me a bit shocked.

"What was that for?" I smiled at him, and rolled my eyes as he pulled out my seat and pushed it in for me.

"Just being you. Do I need a reason to kiss you now?" I challenged. He smiled.

"Not at all Ginevera." Internally I sighed, how could he make me weak at a name I hated. Oh I would get him for that.

"So boy who lived, what did you get for dinner?" His eyes narrowed at the title but with a flick of his wand the lids disappeared and underneath was spaghetti. My eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas I loved my mothers spaghetti. He waited till I took a bite then I noticed how he was looking at me nervous still.

"So?" He tentatively asked.

"It's good. Really good." He smiled and it seemed if the last of his nervousness melted away.

"I made it." I dropped the fork and it fell to the middle of my plate.

"You cook? I'm marrying you and I didn't know you could cook? What else am I unaware of Harry James Potter." I said in a challenging way. I knew of the Dursley's and he told me of what went on but him learning to cook this food like it is had to be my mothers. He looked sheepishly down at his plate.

"I took a few lessons from your mum so for tonight I could make it the way you like. I wanted to do everything for you on my own tonight, I figured since I didn't know what to get you for your birthday, I would give you a romantic night just you and I but I'm failing miserably aren't I?" I held his hand and his emerald green eyes locked with mine.

"This is very romantic of you Harry and it warms me to know that you would take so much time on me." We ate our meals with our hands never breaking, sneaking occasional glances at each other. He talked of sweet nothings that had me laughing like his latest exploit with Teddy. I had grown to love that little boy and wished I could be with him all the time. He always seemed to have a smile on his face. When we finished eating I thought the night was over but he pulled me close and began to dance, I held him close as I could my desire for him building with every step. How he learned to dance without stepping on my feet I'll never know. I looked up at him and he leaned down for a kiss which left me breathless. He pulled away with a grin on his face, finally it seemed as if the world was righting it's self. Soon school would be starting but until then I wouldn't trade I a moment I have, being held in Harry's arms seems as if the war was years in the past. Our next big hurtle would be hiding our engagement from all of Hogwarts but as a school is news travels fast.

A.N.- I know its not the best way to end this story but I will be continuing it with a sequel soon about their last year at Hogwarts with professor Potter. Please Review.