Harry was running around in The Room of Requirement, setting up before Ginny arrived. "You'd think that the room would have set it up for me!" he yelled out loud. Shortly after his outburst, a knock sounded at the door.
"Harry, it's me!" Ginny said into the door, hoping that Harry was indeed, inside. She heard the sound of water, which was strange, even for a school that taught jinxes and curses.
"Ok, you can come in." He replied loudly. She opened the door and gasped. The room was covered in white flowers and was draped in white silk. There was a waterfall leading into a stream right in the middle of the floor. Surrounded by a bend in the stream, making a little island, was a plot of grass and a draping veil, a tent-like feature. The whole room seemed to be white, including Harry who was dressed in a white muggle tuxedo, except for one red rose, which was in Harry's hand.
Ginny stepped over the little stream by the island. She stood next to Harry, feeling slightly underdressed in her black pleated skirt and red silk shirt with her Gryffindor robes. "Was I supposed to dress up?" she asked.
"Why would you need to? You're beautiful just as you are. You're the most elegant person I've ever met."
"Are you going insane, Harry? We just had a heart wrenching discussion earlier, and now you're trying to romance me?"
"Actually—now that you mention it, I could quite possibly be on the verge of insanity. However, you are the love of my life, Ginevra Weasley. You are probably…no, scratch that, you are the best damn thing that has ever walked into my life. You are perfect, despite your imperfections. I love you, with every fiber in my being…"
Ginny's heart skipped way too many beats to be considered safe for your health. She'd never heard Harry make such a heart-warming speech about her, let alone anyone else. Oh how she loved Harry, unlike that bloody Severus, who had no care for her at all.
This was all too good to be true. She had, not even three hours ago, told Harry she had an affair behind his back with his least favorite teacher at Hogwarts, and here he was dressed in a tux in an all white room. "So what's all this white for?"
"Well this," Harry handed her the red rose. "This is for you." He lightly kissed her blushing cheek. "And this last bit, is for the both of us." He began to lower himself onto one knee. "It's my last year at Hogwarts, and next year will be your last. I do not believe that it's possible to be too young to love someone, truly love them, as I truly love you. You are the reason for my will to be in existence."
Ginny's eyes began to fill with tears, predicting what was to come next. She was unsure how she'd answer, though, all things considered.
"Ginevra Weasley," Harry continued. "Will you…"
"OH! SORRY! I thought this was the girl's loo."
said a first year Hufflepuff student. "I'm so sorry!" She began
to walk out the door, then turned back around. "You're Harry
Potter! Wow, my mum and dad talk about you all the time! They say
you're the 'chosen one' y'know. Well, I'll let you carry
on! Sorry about the interruption!"
Ginny giggled and her cheeks
turned the same color as her hair. Harry had a look of befuddlement
on his face and was messing with his hair. "Carry on, Harry."
Ginny blushed even more.
"Ginny, will you marry me?" Harry seemed more rushed this time, as if worried there'd be another interruption.
Professor Snape had been sitting in his office, modifying lesson plans when an owl swooped through the dungeon to drop a very heavy letter on his desk. "Who could this be from?" Snape snarled at the pigeon, but gave it an owl treat nonetheless.
Severus Snape opened the thick piece of parchment and read.
" Professor Severus Snape,
You are receiving this letter because we need you urgently at the Ministry office. We have been sent an order of what looks to be potions ingredients that we didn't order and cannot identify. Since you are the potions master at our beloved Hogwarts, we thought that maybe you could help us. But be warned, it's a very…err… large order.
Cornelius Fudge
Minister of Magic."
Snape sighed. "Off to the ministry I go, then. Not like I have anything to do today…" He sent the owl off and made his way to the fireplace in his office, and grabbed a handfull of floo powder. "Ministry of Magic!"
