Ginny stared at Harry for a second, and then she started laughing.
Harry frowned at her. "What's so funny?"
"I'm sorry Harry...it's just that I never expected to be proposed to by a drunk nude!" Harry grinned. "Yeah, that does sound weird. So...will you?"
Ginny threw her arms around him. "Yes Harry! I will!" Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, Ron and Hermione started clapping and laughing. Mrs.Weasley was crying. She ran over to Harry and Ginny and gave them a huge hug. "I'm so happy for you two!" Then she ran inside saying, "We need to make plans...a cake...we need a cake...and invitations!"
A few minutes later, she reappeared at the doorway. "And Harry? Do put something on."
That evening, Mr.Weasley came home. Mrs.Weasley immediately told him about the proposal. He patted Harry (who had clothes on now) on the back. "Congratulations! I was hoping you two would get married someday...Now where's my Ginny?"
Ginny hurried in and stood by Harry. "Hi Dad! I guess mum told you about me and Harry?"
"She did!" There was a crash from the kitchen, followed by a loud "Dammit!" from Mrs.Weasley. "I'd better go help your mum with dinner..." Mr.Weasley said, and he left Harry and Ginny in the living room. Harry sat down on the couch, pulling Ginny with him. "Wow...so we're really getting married!" he said quietly, wrapping his arm around Ginny.
"I know." she sighed. Harry put his head on top of hers, and closed his eyes. He felt extremely happy, and this time it wasn't the alcohol.
Five months later...
Harry had returned to his flat for a while to get things ready for when Ginny came in two weeks. Their wedding was only 12 days away now, and Harry was starting to get a little nervous. As he finished cleaning his room, he looked at his tux that was hanging on the door.
He grinned, thinking about Ginny and how she would look in her dress.
He went back to his work, making sure everything was perfect.
Back at the Burrow, Ginny was fussing over her nails and her hair. She couldn't find the perfect hair style, or the perfect nail color, and she had already tried everything she and her mother could think of.
"Why don't you try on your dress, dear, and maybe something will come to you." Mrs.Weasley said, tossing the brush onto Ginny's dresser. "Good idea." Ginny grabbed her dress, and with a little help from Mrs.Weasley, finally got it on.
It had long sleeves that came up to just below her shoulders. It was tight around her waist, and the skirt went past her ankles and trailed behind her.
"This is so beautiful!" Ginny said quietly. Mrs.Weasley smiled. "It is. I think I have and idea for your hair now..."
At last, the day of the wedding arrived. Harry was at the front, waiting for Ginny to come up the aisle. He still hadn't managed to make his hair lay flat, but other than that he looked quite nice. Finally, Ginny made her way up to Harry. He squeezed her hand and grinned at her.
Before they started, he looked at the crowd. There was Mr. and Mrs.Weasley, the twins, Ron and Hermione, Bill and Charlie, and some people he had never seen before, but guessed they were more of Ginny's relatives.
His eyes landed on the two empty spaces in the front row. There was a white rose on each seat, with a picture of his parents between them. The seats appeared to be unoccupied, but Harry had a feeling that his parents were right there watching him.