"Hey Harry!" Yelled Ron, "Come out back! It's almost time for dinner!" Harry was having dinner at the Weasley's. Fred and George's girlfriends were there too, Angelina and a woman named Nadine, and so was Percy's longtime girlfriend, Penelope Clearwater. Hermione was there with Ron, and Harry was there with Ginny. Ginny had also invited Jersey and Cody, or whatever her boyfriend's name was. They would be having dinner outside, since there was no way to fit 14 people into their cramped kitchen (thank god Bill and Charlie weren't there).
"Harry, Ron, help with the tables will you," Mrs. Weasley asked as she walked by carrying several plates.
Harry and Ron levitated the tables over to the spot where they were going to be eating and Mrs. Weasley bustled back into the kitchen and continued to cook.
Ginny and Jersey set the tables and Mrs. Weasley brought out the food. Then all 14 people sat down and started to eat.
"Harry, can you pass the potatoes."
"Ron, look out for your glass!"
"I'm going to go get another fork, I dropped mine."
"I'll just summon you another one dear."
Eventually, all of them had served themselves and they sat around the tables, eating and talking happily.
"So George, Fred, how has the Joke Shop been?" Hermione asked.
"We're putting out a new line of products in late summer…"
Harry and Ginny sat side by side, eating their dinner. Jersey was smirking at them, as was Hermione. Every so often Mrs. Weasley would glance down at their end of the table.
"So, Harry, do you want to go out tomorrow?" Ginny asked.
"I dunno, what's tomorrow's date?"
"It is the 7th of June. Why? Do you have something planned?" Harry had paled slightly. "I can't tomorrow Gin," Harry said.
"Why not?"
"It's Voldemort's deathday," Harry said. Three years before Harry had defeated Lord Voldemort, killing him with the Deathday Curse. However, once a year, on Voldemort's deathday, he would come alive again, pure evil. Every year, several Aurors would stand guard at Voldemort's grave, making sure that he would not rise from the dead for one night. Harry always stayed at home on that day, never going outside, just in case.
"Maybe I'll come over and we can watch a novie or whatever those things are called," Ginny said.
"Movie," Harry corrected. "Sure, I'd like that. Thanks Gin."
"No problem," Gin said, pecking him on the cheek.
Jersey snorted into her mashed potatoes.
"Shut up Jersey," Ginny muttered.
"Why don't we all go over to your place?" Hermione said, joining the conversation. "There is safety in numbers. And I like watching movies on your big screen."
"Fine, we'll watch movies," Harry said. "But you guys will have to bring them, there is no way that I'm going outside tomorrow."
"Who will walk Spot?"
"Dad's watching him tomorrow."
"How is your dad anyway?"
"He's okay, he's a little nervous about tomorrow too. But he's going to be packing for his trip to Africa, so he'll be keeping himself busy," Harry said. "Hermione, how's your job going?"
"It's going well…" They continued to chat for a few minutes, until Mr. Weasley clinked his fork to his wine glass and said, "I'd like to say a toast." He rose out of his seat and said, "This is too all of you lovely couples, may you remain happy and your love for each other remains for many years."
They drank to that, and then George rose out of his seat and said, "I have an announcement to make. Since Fred was too much of a fraidy cat to say this- ouch!- I'd like to congratulate Fred and Angelina on their recent engagement."
There was a stunned silence, then Ron said. "You're engaged? That's wonderful!"
There was a murmur of agreement and then they all drank.
"When did you ask her?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"Only three days ago."
"Was it romantic?" Ginny asked, leaning over Harry in order to talk to Angelina.
"It was very romantic. He asked me to come into the shop for a second, and then and owl came flying into the room with a letter trimmed in lace. He opened the letter and then said, "I think it's for you." And there was a ring attached to the letter, and the words, you are the most perfect woman in the world. I'm in love with you. Will you marry me? And then Fred took the ring from the letter, got down on his knee and said, 'will you?' and I said yes."
Hermione, Ginny and Jersey sighed dreamily.
"That sounds so perfect," Jersey said. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were now talking with Fred and Angelina, already starting to plan the wedding ceremony.
When night had fallen, Harry helped put the tables back into the Burrow and kissed Ginny goodnight.
"I'll see you tomorrow Ginny," he whispered in her ear. "Love you."
"Love you too," Ginny replied.
"Awww," said Hermione and Jersey, putting on annoyingly high voices. Ginny rolled her eyes and waved goodbye as Harry disappeared.
Harry was sitting at home, not really reading the newspaper. It was June 7th, Voldemort's Deathday. Harry had gotten a letter from the Ministry, saying that there were four wizards guarding the grave, and yet, Harry would jump at every sound.
Harry nearly yelled out loud when he heard the doorbell.
"Who is it?" He called.
"It's Gin," yelled the person outside the door. Harry got up, and slowly opened the door.
"Hey Gin," when he saw that it was actually her, he pulled her into a hug and brought her inside.
"Have Hermione and Ron arrived yet?" Ginny asked, resting her head on Harry's shoulder.
"Nope, not yet," Harry said. Almost as if on cue, the doorbell rang. Harry disentangled himself from Ginny's arms and pulled open the door.
"We brought movies," Hermione said. "Scream, I know what you did last summer-"
"Really trying to set the mood, aren't you," Harry said.
"Hey, I like scary movies," Hermione said, sticking out her bottom lip and pouting.
"All right, I'll make the popcorn, you can start the movie," Harry said.
Hermione, Ron and Ginny went into the den where the TV was. Harry poured some corn kernels into a bowl and flicked his wand. The corn instantly turned into popcorn and Harry brought the bowl into the den.
Hours later Harry and Ginny lay curled up at one end of the couch, their face glowing from the TV screen. Hermione and Ron were sitting on the other side, Ron's arm around Hermione's shoulder.
"We're out of popcorn," Hermione observed, looking into the bowl.
"I'll get some more," Harry said, standing up and taking the bowl. He walked into the kitchen and had just poured some more popcorn into the bowl, when there was a large clap of thunder and a bolt of lightning shot across the sky.
"Harry!" Ginny said. "Do you have more popcorn?"
"Yeah! Harry called, "Coming." Harry glanced at t clock. It was 11:34. Twenty six minutes until midnight, and before Harry could stop worrying. Harry, sitting back down on the couch, pulled Ginny back into his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder as the four of them watched a girl get viciously slashed by a person wearing a mask. It was not exactly the most romantic thing in the world. There was another bolt of lighting and Ginny tensed.
"Gin's afraid of lighting," Ron whispered to Harry. Harry held Ginny closer.
At the end of the movies, it was five minutes to midnight.
"Thanks for having us come watch movies," Hermione said, giving Harry a quick hug.
"Thanks for coming," Harry replied. Harry kissed Ginny goodbye and gave her an extra hug.
"I'll see you soon," Ginny said.
"Mmm," Harry said. "Goodbye Gin."
"Bye." Gin, Hermione and Ron disappeared. Three minutes.
Harry sat down in a chair and picked up the newspaper he had been "reading" earlier. There was only one minute to go, and Harry heard KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK… Harry glanced at the door.
"Who is it?" Harry called.
"It's your dad," said James's familiar voice. Harry threw down the paper and opened the door.
"The Ministry just called me. Voldemort did not rise again, all though the Aurors said that they heard some scratching and wailing from the coffin."
"I thought he was six feet under!"
"He is, but apparently he's a very loud scratcher and wailer.
About two months later, Harry asked Ginny to move in with him.
"I don't know…" Ginny replied. Harry could tell by the look in her brown eyes that she was thinking about Matt.
"Gin, you don't have to if you don't want to," Harry said. "It's just that, I want to be… be near the woman who… I love."
"That's sweet Harry," Ginny said. Ginny, put her arms around Harry's neck and kissed him.
"Is that a yes?" Harry asked, pulling away for a moment.
Ginny thought for a moment. "Yep." Harry pulled her closer for a hug. "But what will Hermione do without me?"
"She's moving in with Ron," Harry said.
"Well, in that case, when can I move in?"
"Go get your stuff."
*Flash back ends *
A.N. For those of you who don't remember, that whole last part was a giant flashback.
Molly Weasley was sitting at her dinner table with her husband when an owl flew through the window. It was raining outside and the letter was dripping wet. The owl looked as though it had flown over seas in order to get the letter to them.
Molly opened the letter and realized that she could hardly read it. The words were smudged, and Molly could only read one entire sentence. Eric and Tierra are so nice, we're sure you'll like them. The only other things that Molly could read was individual words. Australia, Letters, Miss, Honeymoon, were only a few of the words she could read. From reading this she could see that the letter was from her daughter and son-in-law. She sighed happily. She hadn't gotten many letters from them, only 3 in one year…
* Flashback *
"Harry!" Albus Dumbledore exclaimed, looking up from his desk. "How are you?"
"I'm fine Professor," Harry replied. "How are you?"
"Fine, fine," Dumbledore replied. "What brings you to Hogwarts?"
"I need to ask you a favor."
"Really? Doing what?"
"Well, first I need to tell you something."
"Yes?"
"I am going to ask Ginny to marry me."