Chapter 3

A/N: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, nor do I take any credit for the work of JK Rowling. No money was made by the posting of this story.

Ginny-

It was nearly ten pm before she and Harry found themselves in her bedroom. Habit dictated that this was usually the first place they would collapse in, but tonight she was glad that Harry had purposefully wanted to talk first. By the time the kisses had turned serious, she felt as if they'd never been apart. He'd ripped off her robe enthusiastically when he felt her unbuttoning his shirt and sliding her hands across his skin.

He'd scooped her up in his arms and carried her quickly back to her bedroom before slamming the door and sliding on top of her. They made love slowly at first, though Ginny began to get impatient at his determination to soothe her ridiculous worries from earlier. Finally, nearly an hour later, they had collapsed between the sheets in each other's arms.

Ginny loved to see Harry without his glasses. She loved to see his green eyes without the barrier of his glasses, though she did feel bad that he would often sacrifice them when they laid in bed just because he knew she liked it when he took them off. Instead of putting them back on, he had obviously intended to go without them, and so she grabbed them off the table and slid them back on his face.

"Thanks," he said, adjusting them on his nose.

"It's sweet that you're willing to be blind just for me," she teased him, rolling on top of him, and folding her arms on his chest to rest her head on them.

"I should think about contacts…" he said thoughtfully, lifting his arms to encircle her waist.

"Maybe… but I'd love you either way." She kissed him again, practically exuberant that she no longer felt nervous about how he felt for her. It was nice to have that lifted… in fact, the more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she was that she'd thought it in the first place.

"So this is my idea," she said thoughtfully. "We need to get better at submitting our availabilities so that we can make time for each other. At least once a week… if I can even see you for an hour, I don't think I'd start going crazy again."

Harry nodded firmly. "I like your idea… if we see each other a little more it'll take off the edge."

Ginny kissed him. "It will. I'm sorry I've been a bit crazy. It's just that we've been together for almost two years… we need to see each other more if this is going to work out."

Harry kissed her gently. "It will work out as long as we both want it too."

"I know… it's just… hard to see yourself with someone in the future if you barely see them in the present."

He gently eased her up into a sitting position and touched her cheek gently. "If you only understood that leaving you isn't an option."

Ginny sighed at those words, allowing the honesty of them to wash over her. She decided that she was done with allowing her paranoia to get the best of her. She knew that she had to accept that for now, seeing each other was difficult, but that it would get better. Of course it would get better.

"Are you hungry?" She asked abruptly, remembering that she'd prepared chocolate fondue and bought strawberries for an extra treat for the two of them in an attempt to be the most romantic and dedicated girlfriend she could be.

"Yeah, I could eat something," he agreed. "Want some help?"

"No," she replied. "Just stay here, I'll be back in a second."

She was about to hop off the bed, but she paused, before leaning in to kiss him briefly. She grabbed her robe off the floor where she'd tossed it, and pulled it back on, tying the sash as she went. She headed into the kitchen and got the strawberries from the fridge to set them in a bowl. Once they were cleaned, she went to the cupboard to fetch the bars of milk chocolate that she'd bought.

It took a quick spell to melt down the bars into a delicious bowl of liquid chocolate, and once it was ready, she tested a strawberry in the chocolate dip and moaned in pleasure at the rich taste. She loved chocolate fondue. With a bowl of strawberries in one hand, and a bowl of melted chocolate in the other, she padded carefully back down the hall so she wouldn't spill any of the chocolate.

As she glanced down at the chocolate, it also occurred to her that it might be fun to pour a little onto Harry… and lick it off him. It might ruin some of her sheets, but she was willingly to sacrifice white sheets for a little chocolate dessert off her boyfriend. Her very attractive boyfriend, whom was really being filled out nicely by Auror training…

She had just turned into the bedroom when she found herself standing in a room of floating white candles, with rose pedals scattered across the carpet and across her bed sheets. Harry was gone, and so were his clothes, but that had barely registered in her mind when warm hands snaked around her middle.

She gasped, turning her head slowly to look back at Harry. He smiled at her, and then kissed her cheek.

"I almost beat you back here," he told her.

"Harry… what…" she could barely get the words out. Her throat felt as if there were a lump there, and the tears were already forming in her eyes.

"I think I like my idea a little better," he told her with a smile.

"And what's your idea?" She asked, her voice quivering as she moved her eyes around the room again. Harry stepped around her to face her.

They looked at each other a long time before his smiled widened and he began to sink down to one knee. A strangled sob burst from her throat as she clapped her hands to her face, willing herself not to cry through this. She'd never forget the expression on his face or the way he looked at her when he said:

"Marry me."