Sorry. This took forever (i mean forever). its kinda long so that sorta makes up for it.
"So, Gin, you're leaving Hogwarts soon.." Harry said as they walked along a grassy hill, hand in hand.
"Yeah. Where are you working? I never did ask.." Ginny said softly as the walked, the sun setting beautifully.
"Oh. Yeah, Auror Office." Harry mumbled.
"Cool." Ginny said. Silence followed until-
"I don't like your name."
"What?" Ginny said sharply.
"Your name. Particularly your last. You should change it."
"To what, might I ask?" Ginny said angrily.
"Potter." Harry said, taking a stride ahead of her.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER, DID YOU JUST PROPOSE? DON'T YOU WALK AWAY." Ginny cried, racing after him. Tears welled in her eyes as she threw herself into his arms. "I love you." She said, her voice muffled by his neck.
"I love you too." Harry said softly, running a hand through her vibrant hair. She pulled away from him to gaze into his beautiful green eyes that were so caring. He slid a gold ring onto her finger- it was beautiful and had a small diamond.
"It's gorgeous." Ginny murmured looking at the ring. Harry pulled her into a kiss, which Ginny returned forcefully. For several moments they snogged as the evening grew into night.
"We should get back. Mum'll worry. We can have the wedding in a few months. Owl me everyday, once I'm back at school." Ginny whispered as they grasped each other's hand and turned on the spot into the crushing darkness.
o-o
"Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, I have asked for your daughter's hand in marriage." Harry said, keeping his hand tight on Ginny's. Mr. Weasley gaped then beamed at them both. Mrs. Weasley bustled over to Ginny and hugged her then turned to Harry and engulfed him in a bone-crushing hug.
"Oh, it's going to be so brilliant!" Mrs. Weasley cried, crushing the fiancee's with her hug.
"Mum!" Harry said without thinking. The effect was immediate- Mrs. Weasley broke into renewed sobs and Mr. Weasley smiled from ear to ear at the couple.
"Going to be so wonderful! You should of course wait a until Ginny's out of school but.." Mrs. Weasley continued airily. Finally, after 3 hours of talking one of which was spent with Fred and George (after promptly shooing Ginny and Mrs. Weasley out of the room) deciding what they would do for the Bachelors party.
"I don't want a fuss. Ron didn't even want one.." Harry said as Fred suggested using their entire stock of fireworks.
"We will provide-" said George.
"-a brilliant party-" Fred continued.
"-that you'll never forget." George finished, winking. "Oi, Mum! Gin!"
Ginny and Mrs. Weasley came back into the sitting room, Ginny threw herself next to Harry who kissed her briefly on the lips. Fred made a little 'Tut' noise and Harry broke away from his fiancee.
o-o
"Ohh, Ron." Hermione said softly as they ate their dinner, which consisted of sweet, sticky rice balls and pineapple roasted pork. His hand had traveled to in between her legs and his finger was now tracing her entrance against her underwear. The waitress appeared.
"Need anything?" She asked.
"N-no!" Hermione managed to say, Ron's hand still busy. The waitress raised her eyebrows.
"Here's your mail. Arrived just two seconds ago, the owl was gorgeous- they don't make them like that here." She said, tossing an envelope onto the table. Ron withdrew his hand and opened the letter.
"Oh-Bloody Hell!"
Hermione grabbed the letter and read it-
Dear Ron and Hermione Weasley,
Ginny and I are engaged. The wedding is June 27th but we'd like you to join us on the 20th.
Lots of love,
Harry
"Oh! That's wonderful! Right?" Hermione said, handing the letter back to Ron.
"Just..Yeah." Ron said, standing up and grasping Hermione's hand. "Let's go back to our room, send a reply and some...other things.." Ron said, cheeks blazing. Hermione nodded swiftly, standing up as well. They returned to their room, Ron throwing himself onto the large bed while Hermione sat a a desk, picked up a quill and wrote a delicate letter of congratulations and thanks. Ron watched her as she wrote, her bushy curls dangling in front of her face. He breathed heavily- How is it that he of all people, ended up with the world's most brilliant witch? She was small, kind, understanding and self conscious. Whereas he was more..verbal. He had always been a bit self conscious as well, often preferring to get dressed in the bathroom rather than in front of everyone. But small? Kind? No. That wasn't any thing like him.
Hermione's voice broke the silence of his thoughts. "Ron dear, hows this? 'Dear Harry and Ginny, Ron and I would love to attend the wedding. See you then, lots of love, Hermione and Ron.' " Hermione said in a dignified voice.
"Wonderful.." Ron murmured, burying her mouth in the nape of her neck, kissing and nibbling the smooth flesh. Hermione softly moaned, he loved when she did she did that. Hermione stood up, trance-like, and faced him, plunging her lips to his and engulfing him in a deep kiss. He felt like the luckiest man in the world as they began to undress, Ron's fingers carefully unbuttoned the blouse Hermione was wearing. The fabric was thin and he worried he might rip it but succeeded in removing it without any rips. Hermione yanked off her skirt and discarded it on the floor.
"Bloody hell." Ron said staring. The pair of underwear she wore could hardly be classed as underwear- they were thin and lacy, colored light red.
"I thought you might like them." Hermione stared at her feet. Ron pressed his lips to her neck and between kisses he mumbled "Mmm- I- love-them.." His hands roamed her back, until one hand rested on her hip and the other unclasping her bra. The red material fell to the floor, Ron licked and kissed down her collar bone then-
"Ron..perhaps we could move this to the bathroom. The showers..." Hermione said in a small voice.
"Perfect." Ron lifted her up, hands carefully set on her waist. She nervously wrapped her legs around his waist.
He was after all her husband. Wonderful, slightly idiotic but her husband none-the-less. He always asked permission before they had sex. She loved it. Soon they were both nude and in the shower, Hermione was held by his firm hands against the glass of the shower stall. Again, he looked into her eyes. "You wanna?" Ron was at her entrance.
"Please." Hermione whimpered.
o-o
Ginny kissed Harry ferociously as they lay together on Harry's bed. Ginny's parents were in bed. Slowly, he moved his lips from hers, down to trace her collarbone, then down to her breasts. He licked, nipped and sucked every inch except from the erect nipples. Ginny moaned as his hands slithered down to removed her underwear. Ginny wriggled in pleasure as Harry drew his finger along her slit, moving away from her breasts, lip bit in concentration. Sliding a finger into her warmth and moving it around he caused Ginny to bite back a moan.
"Mmph, Harry!" Ginny moaned softly as his finger twirled around. Harry grinned up at her as she threw her head back, panting. Her arousal deepened when he pressed his lips to her hip bone and kissed it.
"Like that, did you?" Harry said softly as she arched her back, moaning loudly as she climaxed. She was breathing very heavily as Harry kissed her stomach and re-positioned himself so that his lips were pressing into her's. The material of Harry's shirt brushed against Ginny's bare chest as they tussled around, his tongue tracing the lining on her mouth. Ginny felt the smooth cloth that was his boxers brush against her stomach as he leaned over her, nipping affectionately on her upper lip.
Ginny's hands professionally grasped the waistline of his underwear and slid them down his lanky legs. Her fingers returned to the hem of his shirt (which was promptly pulled off) and then they flickered back to his hair. Soon Harry was within her and she was gripping his back for support. Harry's breath was hot on her neck as his hips rocked into hers, both sweaty, skin on skin. Harry gripped her shoulders tightly as he came, knuckles whitening, his breath ragged and harsh.
"Damn, Ginny." Harry moaned, dipping his head into her vivid hair.
"Tut tut, Potter." Ginny teased, tracing his outline with her finger tips.
"Mmm, soon I can say the same to you." He moaned as she ran her fingers along his sides. Ginny gripped his butt, earning a little breath of approval.
"Can't wait..." Ginny playfully threw a leg around his waist, grinding her hips against his member. He growled in attraction.
"Anticipating the wedding night, are we?"
"Well, from Hermione's letter, she and Ron had quite a bit of fun.."
"What?" Harry said in a strangled tone.
"Ooh, she said that they went on and on all night-"
"I don't want to hear! My two best friends fucking all night!" Harry huffed.
"Mm, watch your language." Ginny panted, biting softly on his neck. She re-positioned herself so they were spooning, Harry's face nuzzled in the crook of her neck and his arms wrapped around her waist until she drifted off to sleep and so did he.