Chapter 3

The Weasleys and Potters sat in the living room. The old group, that is: George, Fred, Ron, Ginny, and of course Harry and Hermione. It had been quite a long time since they had all sat in the burrows living room, just talking merrily. The last time when just the six of them sat in the living room like this was when they were having an exclusive 'young folks' party, to celebrate the victory of Harry defeating Voldemort, the same day that Harry had proposed to Ginny.

The couch that Harry and Ginny were sitting on, in fact, was where Harry had talked to Ginny, made his 'proposal speech', and then got down on one knee. Ginny smiled to herself as she remembered that moment. Harry was quite nervous, although definitely sure that he wanted to marry Ginny more than anything in the world. The flashback approached Ginny, just as the others watchedher become dazed andone of them-Ginny was too far back in memory-mode to knowwho exactly- said,"Ginny? Come on! Stop being so quiet and get your rear in the conversation!"

Harry sat on the couch after calling Ginny down, nearly ten times. She still hadn't come down yet and he was becoming very impatient, yet knew that he wanted to do the thing he had called her down for, more than ever, and couldn't wait.

"Ginny! Ginny, come down here! Where are you?" Harry called with a bit of angst in his voice. "I'll be down there, hold your horses!" Ginny's voice rang out to the bottom of the stairs. Darn Hermione and those muggle sayings, Harry thought. After standing at the bottom of the stairs for about five minutes, Harry went back to sit on the couch. "All right, mate, calm down, it'll be fine! Everything'll go great! Yes, great! Perfect!" He tried to convice himself. But the truth was that Harry was a nervous wreck. He had rehearsed this in the mirror in his and Ginny's room, plenty of times, so why was it still so bloody hard?

Rehearse some more then, you dolt! Rehearse until you can't rehearse anymore! A voice in his head told him. "All right, right. Um...," Harry grabbed a pillow next to him and put it in front of him; it was supposed to represent Ginny. Harry started talking to it like it was an actual person. "Hell-hell-hello...Ginny. Um...me, nervous? About what? Why would you ask that? IS IT REALLY THAT BLOODY OBVIOUS?" Harry yelled. "HARRY JAMES POTTER, YOU STOP YELLING, I SAID THAT I'D BE DOWN THERE IN A MINUTE!"

Great, so now his soon-to-be fiancée thought that he was yelling at her. Wait...how was he sure that she was going to say yes? Oh she'll say yes, you git. The voice arose in Harry's head. NOW KEEP REHEARSING! It yelled. "Right! Fine!" Harry looked at the pillow in front of him; wasn't it supposed to be the opposite way? Harry, on one knee, in front of the couch, and Ginny sitting on the couch? Harry nodded at his thought and then fluffed up the pillow. They exchanged places and Harry got down on one knee in front of the couch, then started his proposal speech with a shaky voice.

"Gin...Ginny...Ginevra...Ginniekins-,"

"Harry, I thought you told me not to call me that; only my brothers do." Ginny stood at the bottom of the stairs, a smirk on her face. "GINNIEKINS! I mean.I-I-I.I mean, uh...Ginny! I didn't expect you down here so soon!" Harry exclaimed nervously. "Uh.right. Then I guess I'll just go back upstairs, if you don't want me down here yet-," Ginny started up the stairs. "NO! WAIT! I uh...I-I mean, I want to...ask you...something." Harry said, attempting to get up from the floor, off of his knee.

"Ask me something?" Ginny asked, confused.

"Yeah...yeah, uh.ask you something." Harry said.

"Oh...ask away, then." Ginny shrugged and walked over to Harry.

"Um.right." Harry said. "Here I go.I.um.I'm going to ask you something." Harry said. Ginny furrowed her brows. "Okay.?" She asked.

"What is it? I haven't got all day. I still have to wrap up Ron and Hermione's anniversary gift."

"Uh, yes, yes, I know, and I'm sorry to bother you. But uh...," Stall, Potter, Stall like you've never stalled before, the voice said in his head. Harry quickly looked over to the fireplace, where he saw a bunch of pictures. The first one that came to view was a picture of Harry, Hermione, and Ron, during their first year at Hogwarts. "Uh." Harry looked at the younger version of Hermione, then suddenly blurted out, "Do you think Hermione's hair is uh...bushier...in this picture?"

Ginny stared at him for a few seconds. Nice going, Potter, now all you need to do is pop the real question within a hundred years, Harry thought. Ginny crossed her arms across her chest. "Uh...yeah. Yeah, I uh...I guess.," She said, then rolled her eyes as Harry made no attempt to ask a different question. She started to walk back over to the stairs, trying to not burst at Harry from his weirdness. "WAIT, GINNY, NO! Don't...don't go back upstairs, please!" Harry pleaded.

Ginny turned around. "Well...?" She asked. "I didn't want to ask you about Hermione's hair." Harry confessed. One question down, one more to go.

Ginny stood there, then looked at the picture of the trio. "...Your hair doesn't look any messier that usual, either, Harry, don't worry. Now I'm GOING back UPSTAIRS!" She said, assuming that Harry was going to ask her another question about the picture, and his apparence. But she made no move. She knew something was up. Why else was Harry so nervous?

"Please, Ginny...sit down." Harry motioned towards the couch. "Okay." Ginny said after a while, then plopped onto the couch. Harry stood there. "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to sit down with me?" Ginny asked. Harry nodded and scooted onto the couch, next to Ginny. "...So now what?" Ginny asked after a few minutes of silence. "Um.you wouldn't know. I would. But uh...but you wouldn't." Harry said. POP THE QUESTION NOW, GIT, OR I'LL POP YOUR HEAD OFF YOUR NECK! The voice rose its angry voice. "Ginny...," Harry started.

"Ginny, these past few years, we've been through so much. By ourselves and...," Harry took Ginny's hand, "Together. I remember quite well in the Chamber of Secrets, when you were lying there, on the ground...and I put my hand on yours.a jolt of electricity...it rushed through me. I may've not known it at the time. But...I later learned that it was love.," Harry squeezed Ginny's hand softly and she squeezed back, "And...that first time I kissed you, after the Quidditch match, back at Hogwarts...I knew that I didn't want to kiss anybody, ever again, but you...," Ginny sucked in some breath, trying to not let the tears fall.she knew what was coming, "What I'm trying to say is, Ginevra Weasley, is that you're my everything and you...you make me whole. I wouldn't be here, without you. And I can't imagine my life without you. So make me the happiest man in this whole universe...please, Ginny.," Now get down on one knee in front of her, NOW, the voice said. Harry obeyed. "...Will you marry me?" He asked. Ginny clasped her free hand (the hand Harry wasn't holding) over her mouth and she stopped trying to keep the tears from sliding down her cheeks. She sniffled a few times then said, "YES! YES, ABSOLUTELY, HARRY!"

Harry stuttered. "You-you-you...you said...yes."

"Yes! Yes, I said yes!" Ginny said, happy tears now free-falling. Harry laughed an un-believing laugh and then pulled out the box, revealing the ring that he had bought in Hogsmeade. Ginny gasped. Harry took out the ring from it's slot and slipped it perfectly onto Ginny's hand. She flung herself down onto him. "I love you." Harry whispered. "I love you. And I always will." Ginny whispered back.

And five years later, at the age of 26, Harry and Ginny were just as crazy about each other, as they had been, before. If possible, even a little more crazier. "Is she done remembering about the time you proposed to her, Harry?" Fred asked. Harry had known what she was thinking about, for two reasons. The first: When he wanted to, he could always get into her head and find out what she was thinking about. They both got this power when they defeated Lord Voldemort. The second reason: Her eyes were sparkling, the fantastic sparkle he loved so much. He knew that she got teary when she remembered precious moments, like the one she had just flashbacked too.

"Yeah.Yeah, I think she's almost done." Harry said, his focus still on Ginny. Ginny pushed the memory back into her head and looked around the room at Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and of course, Harry. "What do you mean you think? You should know; We didn't get that power for nothing, you know." Ginny said playfully. Harry smiled.

"Well, Ginny. Looks like you've wasted all of our time, while you were in your own little world. George, I think we have to get going. Let's go round up the little rats upstairs." Fred said, turning to one of his brothers. George nodded and walked up the stairs with his twin. Not much later than that, Fred ran back down the stairs with Angelina at his feet. They both looked panicked and flustered quite a bit.

Ginny noticed this and asked, "Fred, what's wrong?" Fred's wide eyes blinked rapidly and then he said, "No, never mind, Ginny, I probably just didn't see her.I'll go check again." And Angelina and Fred ran up the stairs even faster than they ran down. Yelling was heard. "I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU LOCKED THE DOOR!"

"I DID! I SAID THE SPELL IN MY HEAD!"

"BUT YOU TOOK HER WAND AWAY, DIDN'T YOU?"

"YOU EVEN SAW HER THROW IT AT ME!"

More ruckus on the stairs arose and Fred and Angelina stopped at the bottom. Ginny, concerned, asked again, "Fred.What's wrong?"

"It's...It's Molly." He said, panting.

"She's...gone."