A/N I was so excited for this next chap. That I decided to write it now. Less than 24 hours later! Yay!

Disclaimer: So today the part of my brain that is in control of memory, pushed its way to the front of the listening committee (the ears, duh) and reminded me that since Harry Potter is "seventeen years in the making" it would be impossible for me to claim ownership seeing as how I am seventeen now. I politely told the ears to banish that particular part but the reasonable part told them (the ears) that I might need them later for tests and things. Grr I hate it when the reasonable part is right….

Anyway, I dedicate this chapter to the people who decide whether or not we have a two hour delay. Because if I suck up to them, I might be able to sleep in, and we might not have half the school late because there were accidents and the roads were slick. Hmph.

Sorry for that minor rant. It won't happen again…actually I take that back. It might. On to the story.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Ginny sighed as she finished reading the poem. That poem is attached to so many good memories with her mum. She remembered listening to her and dreaming about her future husband and how he would profess his love to her. When she was younger, there were so many options. Now there was only one.

Acting on a hunch, she lifted up the stone and found the next clue. There wasn't a speck of dirt on it. Harry had probably charmed it so that it wouldn't get stained. The butterflies in her stomach were back as she opened the note.

Ginny,

I love how you are the only one for me. I honestly can't imagine myself with anyone but you. You know me so well and I know you very well, too. We have so much in common, and I know that this is cliché, but you are like my puzzle piece, the other half of my whole. I sent you out here because I remember you telling me all about this stone and the story behind it. I know how much it means to you. This it the last clue. I know, you are probably jumping up and down with happiness. Anyway, here is your last cue. Go back to the place of the first clue. There is something waiting up there for you.

Harry

Awww, Ginny thought, that is so sweet. Surely he can't break up with her after a declaration like that. Besides, Harry did know her too well. If any one had been looking out the window when she read that this was the last clue, they would have been amused to see Ginny Weasley, holding a piece of parchment, and apparently dancing to a very up-beat song, you might even call it a head banger.

Then she read the rest of the note, sat down on the bench, and rested her head in her hands. In a while, she would finally know what the final clue was. Whether she was prepared for it or not. Wow. That was slightly scary.

While she was still on the bench, George and Charlie came around the house, brooms in hand.

"Hey, Ginny! Wanna play?" George asked.

"Uh, no, I don't think so. I'm a bit busy." Ginny replied.

"Busy? Busy doing what?" Charlie asked, knowing that she wasn't going to tell him, but asking anyway.

"None of your business." Ginny said, somewhat huffily. Honestly, have they always been this nosy?

"Oh well," said George, hardly missing a beat, "We'll go play by ourselves!" He then started to walk away toward the orchard to play.

"How?" Ginny wondered, "You can't really play two players Quidditch."

George and Charlie just smirked and walked away. They weren't going to tell anyone yet about George's new invention until they were sure it would work. The Self Analyzing, Lifelike, Quidditch Team in a Box was something George had thought about after a boring day he'd had because no one would play Quidditch with him. He had asked Charlie to help him out with it. If anyone knew the ins and outs of Quidditch, it was Charlie.

Ginny had a feeling that she wasn't going to get any information out of them, especially if she wasn't going to tell them about her hunt. Ginny shrugged she would probably find out what it was eventually. Realizing that her bum was cold from sitting on the bench for too long, she made her way inside, hoping to get some tea and something to eat. This might be her last opportunity. She probably shouldn't experience any big shock or whatever it was up in Ron and Harry's room, on an empty stomach. Yep, she should get something to eat.

Harry watched as Ginny walked aimlessly around the garden, occasionally bending over to look under a bush. He silently gloated that he was right to Ginny when she got bit by the gnome. Then he saw her bend down and read the poem. She looked so cute standing there mouthing the words of the poem, her mind of in wonderland, her face reflecting a person who is completely relaxed and happy. Then she picked the note up from under the stepping stone, stood up from the cold ground and began reading.

Harry laughed out loud when he saw Ginny dancing crazily. I didn't think she would be that happy for the clues to be over with, Harry thought wryly. After she had finished reading, he watched her sit on the stone bench for at least ten minutes, just staring off into space.

Go inside, Ginny. Its cold out there, he ordered her. She didn't seem to listen to him. Typical. She didn't move until George and Charlie came into view and started talking to her. They were obviously trying to talk her into a game of Quidditch. They didn't seem to upset when she said she wasn't going to play, but they did look like they were up to something. He'd rather not know, he thought to himself.

Besides, now he had to finish getting ready for when Ginny came up here. He had already cleaned the room (and himself) now all he had to do was get everything in position for when she came in.

Ginny trudged into the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley was putting everything away from lunch. Ginny worked around her mum, making herself a sandwich and warming up some tea then sitting down. As she bit into her sandwich she got to thinking that she hadn't seen most of her family since this morning. Some not at all, and some just in passing.

After she swallowed, Ginny asked, "Where is everyone? I know that Andromeda is gone and that Charlie and George are outside, but that is about it."

Mrs. Weasley, who was starting to wonder why all the other Weasleys wanted to know where all the other Weasleys were, they haven't always been this nosy, started ticking off where people were, while suddenly feeling like the mother hen who knows where all her chicks are.

"Well let's see, your father is in the shed messing around with muggle stuff," she started with the oldest and made her way down, "Bill and Fleur are sleeping because Victoire kept them up all night, Percy is up in his room but his, but he will be leaving in a few hours to meet someone, Teddy and Victoire are taking a nap, Hermione took Ron to Diagon Alley for some shopping, I wonder if she bought that new book about the Hogwarts prefects yet? You and I are right here, and…."

She stopped talking, unsure whether or not Ginny was supposed to know where Harry was right now. Better to keep her mouth shut.

Ginny hadn't heard what her mum had said after Ron and Hermione in Diagon Alley, she had been silently praising herself for an excellent sandwich.

"When will Hermione and Ron be back?" Ginny asked.

"Why do you want to know?" Mrs. Weasley asked suspiciously, "Do you have something to tell them?"

"Uh, no. Why would I have something to tell them?"

"Because of the hunt," Mrs. Weasley answered as if this were obvious.

"Oh. Nope. Nothing to tell them, just curious as to when they will be back." Ginny said wondering if she would have something to tell them after all. She'd know in a bit.

Finally, she couldn't wait any longer. She had to know what was up in his room. She was going to go up right now. Even if she did feel like she needed to throw up. There's nothing to worry about, I'll be fine, she thought to herself. Ginny rolled her eyes at herself. Yeah right! She hadn't been this nervous since before the Quidditch World Cup game last year. But that had turned out fine.

Ginny said good-bye to her mother, took a deep breath, then started to walk up the stairs. They seemed to go on forever. Well, she thought, here goes nothing.

"You'll be fine, dear," she thought she heard her mother say as she reached the third step.

A/N Hmm. I don't know about you girls out there, but I really wouldn't mind someone like Harry. Sigh.

Well, I personally am pretty proud of this chapter, and if I didn't know what was coming up next, I would be extremely angry with me. But luckily, me and myself are getting along fine.

Except for the fact that one of my favorite actors died. Me and my friend texted each other at the same time to tell each other that Heath Ledger died. I actually cried. Have you ever seen Fame where that guy is obsessed with Freddy Prince, and he's like a total wreck when he dies, well I have a slight case of that. So tomorrow I am wearing black and Thursday, I am watching Knight's Tale with my friends in honor of him.

I took another shower purely for inspiration again. Though you'd like to know. Hehe.

Well I think that that is it. All I have to say now is…..

Please review, cuz then I got sunshine on a cloudy day, when it's cold outside, I've got the month of May.

Bibliography

Song from above: My Girl by Temptations

Poem from beginning: Sonnet 43 Sonnet From The Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning