A/N: Thanks for all of your reviews. I am glad you like this story even though it is my first feeble attempt. Here's the next part.
Disc- Like I said before, I own my car. J.K.R. owns the rest.
"She's gonna laugh Gin"
"No Ron, she's not. Hermione sees what I see. A very handsome man who has been through hell and back with her. Hermione has been in love with you almost as long as you have been in love with her. I can promise you Ron, she's not gonna laugh."
Ron looked at his sister like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Ginny, I love her more than anything else in this whole world. What if she doesn't feel the same way? What if this is all a big joke to her? What if she laughs? What if..."
"Ron! Stop!"
Surprised by the tone of his voice Ginny and Ron turned to look at Harry. "Ron it took you almost 6 years to admit you liked her more than a friend. It took you another 6 years to get up enough nerve to ask her to marry you. Now I swear to all that is holy, if you make me stand here and listen to you lament your love life for another 6 seconds I'm going to have to hurt you...severely! Now get out there and propose before I take the ring from you and do it for you myself."
"Would you Harry? Would you really propose for me?" Ron asked in all seriousness. Harry laughed in response. "Ron, you are my best friend and my favorite brother-in-law. You know I would do almost anything for you but I am afraid mate that this time, you're on your own. Now stop being a stupid prat and get out there and propose. And if you're up to it", Harry added with a wink, "Try and help us win the game too."
Ginny worked her way through the crowded stadium trying to get to her seat. Ever since the Chudley Cannons announced that Harry Potter would be seeking for them ticket sales went through the roof. Ron Weasley being keeper pushed the sales up even more. For most people, it was the best and easiest way to see Harry and Ron "up close". As Ginny pushed her way through more of the crowd she began to hear the familiar murmurs. "Isn't that Ginny Weasley? Harry Potter's wife...I'm sure it is...look at her, you can tell it is by the color of her hair...I always thought she was taller...She's so little in person... I'm going to use a glamour spell to make my hair the exact color of hers...What I wouldn't do to be in her shoes for 10 minutes..." Ginny never acknowledged talk like that. To be truthful it made her uncomfortable because even to this day she couldn't quite understand how Harry Potter fell in love with her, little Ginny Weasley. She had never seen him as "The boy who lived" or "The boy who killed Voldemort." To her he was just...Harry. Her brother's best friend whom she had a crush on from the moment she set eyes on him and then by some miracle of fate he realized that he loved her as much as she loved him. The celebrity of Harry Potter was something Ginny just acknowledged as part of her life.
The part that Ginny found most humorous was that Ron was almost as famous as Harry in his own right. Many people asked him for his autograph and wanted to take a picture with him. He always blushed and said yes but Ginny knew it flustered him. Ron could never understand why people felt this need to be near him. "After all" he'd say, "Harry did all the dirty work. I was just there." But people were in awe of him just the same. Ginny also knew that Hermione was the one person in the world that Ron would share his feelings with. She could deal with his moods, his nervousness and his shyness because she loved him unconditionally. There would be no doubt in Hermione's mind about saying yes. The only thing about this whole plan that concerned Ginny was that Hermione was a very private person who did not like to be emotional in public. Ron wanted the whole world to know how he felt about her and Ginny hoped that Hermione would get through this day without killing Ron.
Hermione Granger waved and smiled as she saw Ginny making her way through the stands towards her. "Ginny over here. I saved you a seat." Ginny sat down and kissed Hermione on the cheek. "You look great 'mione. I love your hair." Hermione had straightened the bushy mass so that it lay neatly on her shoulders instead of poofing out all over the place. "Thanks Gin. I knew that the wind would blow it all over, so by straightening it a bit I won't look like a wild animal if the wind picks up." Ginny wanted to say that Ron would love her even if she had hair like a werewolf but she figured the less she said about Ron the better off she would be. She didn't know how she was going to sit next to Hermione for the next 20 minutes without spilling the entire plan to her. This was the first thing she had "kept" secret from Hermione during their entire friendship. As she looked around she noticed an usher standing near them who was trying to make eye contact with her. Ginny nodded her head imperceptibly and pointed at Hermione. The usher turned and put out a red flag behind him. Ginny smiled at him and he gave the thumbs up. This would let Ron know where they were sitting in the stadium and it would make it easy to find them. Ginny turned back to Hermione and realized that her friend had been speaking to her.
"...This place is a mad house today. It's like the entire world is here. Are they giving out something today?
Ginny looked at her friend, smiled and thought, "If you only knew."