Here's some more holiday fluff…
Sleeping next toHarry
-by Lain
HP/GW
I was walking down the isle. I was dressed in a beautiful white gown that dipped in the front and had a train behind it. I was carrying a bouquet of lilies and Harry was waiting for me at the end. I looked into his eyes and then the unthinkable happened. I tripped.
I woke with a start. Why do I keep having this dream? I thought bitterly. I'd been dreaming about my wedding day since I was little. The I heard the woman, known as slave driver, also known as my Mum, calling.
I hate the holidays. Now don't get me wrong, I love spending time with my family but in the mist of all the holiday cheer, I seem to fade into the background. Only reentering the limelight when someone needs someone to nip over to the store.
"Ginnnnnny!" My Mum shouted at the ungodly hour of 7:30 am.
"What!?" I shout back.
"Ginny dear don't yell. You'll wake the children. Now I need you to run to the store and get some muggle fries."
"why can't you just conjure some?"
"Oh They're always a bit stale when I conjure them."
So there I was. Going to the bloody store in the middle of one of the biggest snow storms England had ever seen. I finally got home alive, I almost died in the middle of an argument these two ladies were having over who got the last turkey. But I gave mum her fries and went and sat by the fire.
There was another reason I didn't like Christmas. Percy had been killed on Christmas three years ago. He was taken captive and murdered by Tom. Harry had defeated Tom not six months ago. It was amazing how much he'd changed in such a little time. He was no longer reserved and moody. I had hoped, since he'd been my boyfriend for over three years that he would have proposed by now but he hadn't. I was sititng by the fire when I felt an owl land on my shoulder. There was a letter attached.
Dear Gin,
Hey love, I'm terribly sorry but I have to stay late at work tonight. Seems Malfoy has been stirring up problems. Again so sorry but I should be home near 11. See you later.
Love,
Harry
Damn. I couldn't believe Malfoy was stirring up trouble. Malfoy just had better hope Harry caught him before I did. But I didn't have time to sit and brood because my brothers started arriving. Bill and his wife Fleur arrived first with their kids Will and Kristi. Followed by Charlie and his girlfriend Ann. Then the twins and their wives, Angie and Katie. Then Ron and Mione with Mione looking very pregnant. Then Remus and Tonks arrived with their children Si and Dora. Finally around 9:30 Dumbledore made his entrance with professor McGonagall handing gifts to all the children. Then it was time to exchange gifts. I received the following: A squeaky book from Dad, A book about weddings from Mum (a hint that I should be married), a muggle Barbie doll from Fred and George, and some CD's from Bill and Charlie. I've come to the conclusion that I must be 5. That's the only solution. But I sat there and watched Fleur blush as Bill whispered something in her ear, Mione laughing as Ron tickled her, Mum and Dad looking fondly at their children and grandchildren, Fred, George, and Dumbledore entertaining the children. I wished for that. I wanted children. I wanted to be married. Damn Harry-bloody-Potter who could defeat the most evil wizard alive, who could live through the Cruciatus and Avada Kedavra, who could get more NEWTS than everyone but Herm and Dumbledore himself, he couldn't work up the nerve to ask me!
It was nearing ten when Mione and Ron went up to bed. They were sharing Ron's old room with Harry because Mum absolutely refused to let Harry and I sleep in the same room. But they went up and the kids were put to bed and slowly everyone else went upstairs. I was waiting by the fire when I heard a soft knock on the door.
I flung open the door and there was Harry. He looked exhausted.
"Oh Harry…" I said giving him a hug.
"I missed you Gin." He whispered.
"I missed you too Harry…"
"Gin I'd really like to stay up and celebrate with you but I'm really tired."
I nodded disappointed. He kissed me and headed up the stairs. I decided there was no point to staying up any longer so I went up to my childhood room. I opened the door and looked around. Everything was exactly the same. But then I looked at my bed. There was something different. That small box wasn't usually on my pillow. I walked slowly toward it. I picked it up and saw that there was a note under it.
My Gin,
Hey love, I'm guessing you're standing in your room and I just went upstairs claiming to be exhausted. But Gin, I could never be tired around you. I love you too much. I love your hair, your eyes, your laugh, your smile, the way you wrinkle your nose when you're trying not to laugh. Everything. Now I'll stop my rambling. Open the box.
Love,
Harry
I took a deep breath and opened the box. I gasped. There was a simple platinum band with a large square cut diamond. Then a silver mist was emitted and formed the words "Marry Me" in the air. I clutched the ring and sprinted up the stairs. I bounded into Ron's room. I flung open the door and jumped on Harry's bed. He looked up at me worry written all over his face.
"YES YOU STUPID PRAT! What took you so long!?" I shouted before pulling him into a scorching kiss. I remember hearing Ron's cries of protest but they were quickly silenced by a crying Hermione. I kept kissing Harry as he slipped the ring on my finger. Then I heard my Mum's angry voice.
"Ginny Weasley what are you doing in bed with that boy?" By now everyone in the house had come to investigate. I grinned looking at them. Only my Father seemed to make the connection. I suspected Harry had asked his permission.
"Mum I'm not going to be a Weasley for long."
"What?"
"I'm getting married!" I said not moving from straddling Harry. He grinned and kissed me again. My Mum looked at me with tears in her eyes.
"You mean he asked you?"
"Yes I did Molly." Harry responded for me.
There were woops and yells of congrats and Ron went to collect his winnings.
Fred grumbled about they should have known Harry would tell Ron. But then everyone started to leave and I kissed Harry and went to leave.
"Where are you going Ginny?" My Mum asked.
"To my room…"
"With out your fiancée?"
I grinned.
I slept next to my future husband that night.
Okay there's another one-shot. Now I have a favor to ask. In Missy and mine's other story, Project: gorgeous green eyes, we are working toward a goal of 1,000 reviews. We have something like 975 now. If you could go check it out and review it's a great story.
-lain