-1Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Harry paced worriedly in his flat. Every now and then, he would look at the clock and curse under his breath and continued pacing. At last, the doorbell rang and he ran to the front door, knocking over a vase in the process.

"What took you guys so long!" he bellowed, breathing heavily.

Acting like Harry did not just shout at her, Ginny entered the flat, rasping Little Jam's tiny hand, followed by her husband, her brother with Becky in his arms and her sister-in-law with Charlie holding her hand.

"Why did you want us to go here Harry?" Ginny asked, once they had sat down at the living room. "Is anything wrong?"

"No," Harry answered. "But I'll tell you why you're here once the kids are upstairs."

(Harry had provided a small nursery for the his friends' kids whenever they come to visit)

"Ginny and I will take them upstairs," Luna offered. The two women and her kids climbed up the stairs to the nursery. "So? What's up?" Ginny asked, when she and Luna got back. Hey sat down on the couch and waited.

Harry took a deep breath and took a small velvet box from his pocket and showed the content to his friends receiving gasps from Ginny and Luna and a grins from Ron and Draco.

"Could it be?" Ginny whispered.

"It's finally going to happen?" Luna added.

"Yes," Harry replied. "I'm proposing to Hermione."

He regretted telling them because three seconds later, the two women had squealed in delight. "The only problem is," he continued. Ginny and Luna stopped squealing at the word 'problem.'

"What's the problem?" Draco asked. "You're proposing aren't you?"

"Yes but I don't know how," Harry replied. Draco and Ron burst out laughing.

"Are you guys gonna help me or you get out of my house?" Harry said, getting angry.

"Okay! We'll help you," Ron said, knowing very well how dangerous Harry can be when he's angry. He grabbed the plate of chocolate biscuits from the coffee table and popped one into his mouth.

"So, I guess we need a plan," Draco said, looking at Ron in disgust.

"I have a plan," Luna said. Ron looked at his wife, questioningly.

"This doesn't involve a Crumple-Horned Snorkack does it?" Ron asked.

"Of course not darling," Luna answered. "This is actually the way I want you to propose to me but since you wanted a centaur to give me the ring instead of you, I'll have Harry do it. So here it is."

The others listened carefully and Harry was amazed. The plan was perfect! He'll get Hermione's yes in no time.

"That's brilliant Luna!" Ginny exclaimed. She turned to her husband. "Why didn't you propose to me that way?"

"But I thought you liked the fireworks idea!" Draco answered, pretending to look hurt.

"Guys!" Harry shouted, silencing his friends. "This isn't about how your husbands proposed to you. This is about me proposing to the woman I love!"

"Harry's right," Ron said, munching on a fifth cookie.

"Okay," Draco said. "No more suggestions? None? We go with Luna's plan then."

"Glad that's over," Ron said, putting the plate back on the coffee table. "Now, what's for dinner? I smell something really good from the kitchen."

Harry chuckled. Some things just never change.

"Come on. I've got roast chicken in the oven just waiting to be eaten," Harry offered, walking towards the dining room.

"I'll get the kids," Ginny said, climbing up the stairs.

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