Chapter 1: Proposals

It was after graduation; Harry had found all seven Horcruxes and destroyed them, which in turn destroyed Voldemort. He had the help of the DA, especially The Order of the Veil, as Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, and Neville had taken to calling themselves. Harry and Ginny were happily together again, as the "danger" had passed. Ron and Hermione had finally realized that they were meant to be.

It was Bill's and Fleur's one-year wedding anniversary, and Harry was twirling Ginny around in time to the music, felling the weight of a small velvet case in his pocket. It was bearing a small simple diamond ring in it, for Ginny was a simple girl. Little did he know that Ron was carrying an identical velvet case, this one carrying a more elaborate diamond, for he thought Hermione deserved all he could afford.

"Gin," Harry whispered, beckoning her, "I have something for you."

They went inside the borrow. Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen, so they went upstairs. Harry pulled Ginny onto his lap, breathing the flowery scent of her hair.

"Gin darling, I have something for you, but you must promise you'll finish Hogwarts first."

Ginny let out a girlish squeal as Harry pulled the case from his pocket. He raised his hand to open it, and Ginny nodded in understand-meant. Harry slipped the ring onto her finger; it fit perfectly. Ginny squealed again as she leaned into Harry.

"We simply must show everyone at dinner!" Ginny exclaimed.

"We'll use the pass-me trick, how 'bout it?" Harry asked.

Ginny just smiled.


"Mummy, pass me the biscuits?" Ginny giggled reaching across the table.

"What happened about asking the father's permission, Harry?" Mr. Weasley said clearly happy though.

"My…my-my b-b-aby s-s-sister," Ron whispered looking at Harry.

Harry shrugged and kissed his bribe-to-be.

"What about Hogwarts," Bill asked.

"The wedding will be after I graduate," Ginny answered.

In all the hustle and bustle, Ron found the time to slip his case into Hermione's coat pocket. She would find it when she got home.


I know this was short, but they'll get longer, I promise! Please review, FLAMES ARE ACCEPTED, tell me what I'm doing wrong. Oh yeah, special mention is you can tell me the answer for this question:

In England, if Moms are called Mums then why aren't dad's called Dud's? (No pun intended)