A/N I feel I must apoligize, I could've gotten this up yesterday, but I fell asleep, then when I woke up I lost motivation, so I just read fanfic for a few hours before I fell asleep again. What can I say? Long week.

Disclaimer If I was JK Rowling, I would already know what it was like to end a story, since I am completely depressed and have no clue what to do after next chapter, then I am obviously not JK Rowling

I dedicate this story to Mrs. Weasley's clock. Because I want one. See reasoning for Invisibility Cloak.

And now on to the chapter you have all been waiting for and guessing about, and that I have been planning in my head for at least a month.

Harry heard Ginny talking to her mom. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could tell who it was. Good, he thought, I still have a few more minutes to get ready.

He had been rushing around like mad for the last half hour. Even with magic, it was hard work to clean the pigsty that was his and Ron's room. What was even worse was that they had only been in this room for a week. They had their own place, but it had become a tradition to spend the week of Christmas at the Burrow with all the other Weasleys.

For the first ten minutes, Harry put away all of their clothes and Christmas presents. He had stuffed all of Ron's stuff in his closet. All of his stuff, he had shrunk and stored it in his trunk. Then he swept and dusted, Mrs. Weasley had probably done it before they had gotten there, but still, he wanted to make sure everything was right. Lastly, Harry rearranged and decorated the room so that it would seem more romantic.

Harry started off by moving the furniture to the side and clearing a space in the center of the room. Next he conjured up a white couch with navy blue cushions and a navy blue throw that looked really warm. Harry hid all of Ron's Chudley Cannons stuff, added navy and white drapes to the windows, turned off the lights and lit at least 30 candles, some floating, some in stands, all around the room. Harry even had some soft music playing in the background.

Even for Harry the room looked amazing. And he was pretty proud of himself for transforming a boy's room into the most romantic spot in the house. He couldn't wait for Ginny to see it. As a final touch, he put a silencing charm around the room, so Ginny wouldn't hear anything before she came in and so that the Weasley's wouldn't listen at the door.

He heard a creak on the step. Ginny was coming up the stairs. Harry glanced around, making sure everything was in place, then got in position himself.

Ginny walked up the stairs concentrating very hard on her breathing. If she didn't, she was likely to hyperventilate. She was trying to decide which would be better, to know what Harry was up to and relieve her curiosity or not find out what she was going to learn when she went up into the room and continue her life just the way it is. Her curiosity won out and she decided to find out why Harry was doing all of these completely romantic gestures.

She reached the room took a deep breath, and then turned the knob.

She was completely taken off guard when she opened the door. There was no way to tell that this had once been Ron's room. It was beautiful. The room was decorated in two of her favorite colors: white and navy. The candles were making the room glow beautifully. Everything was just perfect. And then she saw Harry, standing in front of the couch grinning at her.

"Harry? What is going on? What's this all about?" she asked, walking towards him.

Harry met her half way, grabbed her hands, and knelt down in front of her. He took a deep breath and said what he had been practicing all day.

"Ginny, I love you. I hope that all of the notes I left you told you how much I love you, and all of the little ways that I love you. I think if I would have tried to tell you all of that in person, I would have frozen up and I would have forgotten what I wanted to say. I want you to know that what I said in those notes is true. I really love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"

He opened up a ring case that had a beautiful ring inside. It was a gold band with a teardrop emerald. It perfectly matched the earrings he had gotten her for Christmas.

Ginny was in shock after he had said that he had wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, she was so excited that he wasn't breaking up with her that his question barely registered.

When it did she had to quickly replay it in her head to make sure she was hearing it right.Will you marry me? Wow. That was completely unexpected. How could she not have seen that coming? She was always so aware of what was going on around her. That old saying must be true then, love is blind. Love. She was in love. She was going to marry the one she loved. As soon as she told him yes. Oh dear. She had forgotten to say yes. Poor Harry is probably freaking out.

She looked down, and sure enough, Harry's face had signs of confusion, concern, and anxiety as he watched Ginny, who appeared to be in la-la land for lack of a better phrase. She smiled down at him and gave him an answer.

"Yes, Harry, of course I'll marry you."

Harry had been so scared when Ginny didn't answer right away, and he began to have doubts about asking Ginny suddenly, but he had thought that he had given her enough clues. But then, she looked down and smiled and he knew that everything would be alright. Then she had said yes.

He stood up, gathered her in his arms grinned down at her and said, "Good, because it would have been really weird explaining to your family why I had sent you on a treasure hunt all morning just for the heck of it. Ginny let out a giggle just before Harry's lips met hers.

About an hour later, Harry was sitting on the couch, with Ginny curled up next to him, and they were just talking.

"I thought for sure that Hermione had helped you with the clues and all that stuff." Ginny told him.

Harry laughed, "Nope, I did it all myself."

"They were really sweet, how did you pull it off? When did you put all the clues where they were supposed to be?" Ginny asked him, glad she could finally ask him what she had been wondering since early this morning.

"Well, I put all the clues in their places saving your room for last, then I woke you up then hid in the bathroom while you went up to my room for the first clue, then I hid in my room for the rest of the time. I knew that Ron would get in the way with what I was planning, so I talked Hermione into taking Ron out for the day," Harry laughed, "It didn't take much to convince her. The hardest part was not telling her what was going on. When she gives you that look, you know it would just be easier to give in then suffer the consequences of that look. Luckily, she backed off when I told her that she would find out soon enough."

Ginny had been listening carefully to what he had been saying, and had laughed when he talked about the look from Hermione. Even Ginny, her best friend, knew that look well and knew exactly what Harry was talking about. Then she thought of another question.

"How did you get that letter to my mum?"

Harry grinned, "Well that was completely lucky. She came up to give me some breakfast, and I asked her if she would give that to you when you asked about it."

"Oh," Ginny said, "That was lucky."

"Yeah, I know. So when you were outside and reading the note that was in the boot, what part were you laughing at? I was watching you from the window."

Ginny's eyes narrowed accusingly, "I knew that you were watching me!"

Harry just smiled innocently.

She thought back to what was in the note. It was the one about the Quidditch Cup.

"Oh! I was laughing at you comment about the Death Eaters. For some reason that really cracked me up. By the way did you really think that I would be able to solve those clues that you didn't give any hints on? It was by pure luck that I found that one under the rug in the hall."

Harry laughed. He had known this was going to come up. "Don't worry about it. You found it anyway. Besides, I didn't think it was that hard."

"Easy for you to say, you already knew where it would be," Ginny muttered.

Harry just laughed. Then sobered up enough to suggest heading downstairs to tell everyone the news.

"Yeah!" Ginny agreed, "I can't wait to tell everyone that we are getting married. They are going to be so surprised!"

And with that, they stood up and headed downstairs hand in hand to tell all the Weasleys the good news.

A/N Wow. That was amazingly fun to write. I even had to stop cuz I had tears in my eyes when she said yes

Congrats to everyone who guessed right. It was hard not to tell ya you got it right. Chocolate Frogs to everyone! Whooo!

Wow. I can't believe that I have 134 reviews! Amazing!

To answer a question I got: oops! I screwed up! It was 2 and a ½ years since Voldemort died, a little more than 3 years since Bill and Freur's wedding, and assuming Ginny went back to school, a year and a ½ since she graduated. Sorry for the confusion.

One more chap. after this.

this would have been up a few hours ago but me and a friend went to go see 27 Dresses (which is amazing) then we went to our school basketball game, and I just got home, and I had it all typed out except for one part, so I waited, then I added the last part and read through it. Lucky I did, there were a lot of mistakes! hope you enjoy!

Reviews are always nice.

Shandra