'Down on one kneeā¦..Duh!'
Ginny's P.O.V
We sat on the bed, and we kissed for what seemed years. It was then I decided he must be a professional.
' I can not believe how well that went. I thought I would at least get one black eye off your brothers or something.'
'Yeah I know, well maybe they have realised were serious about each other. I love you Mr Potter.'
'I love you to Mrs Potter.'
I carried on talking as always, and then I realised what he had said to me. He got off the bed, on bent down on one knee.
'Harry, what the hell are you doing? Are you feeling okay?'
' Ginny, I have never felt better in all my life.'
He took out a black velvet box out of his pocket, and started to open it.
'Angel, I want to ask you this because I love you and I want to be with you all my life. I want to have this baby with you, and more. I want to wake up every morning and see your gorgeous pale face. I want to be able to call you Mrs Ginny Potter. Will you marry me babe.'
I just looked at him, trying to tell if he was joking or not, but his face was stone.
'Harry, of course I will. Now get up I want to snog the face off my future husband!'
He stood up like a god, and I reached out for his peach lips. We explored each other mouths and faces for hours and hours, and just stopped and rested in bed together. I reached out to hug, so that I would never lose him, and he smiled. The first time ever, he smiled in his sleep. I fell asleep, dreaming of my saviour, my love, my best friend, and for the first time, I was not scared to wake up.
