Harry Potter would officially turn twenty-one in little more than ten minutes. Just as on his eleventh birthday, ten years earlier, Harry could do nothing but think. However, this year, his thoughts were drawn to a much happier subject. As opposed to brooding over his awful life as an occupant of the Dursley house, he was brooding over how to ask a certain red-head a certain question.
A question that would change life as he knew it. Ginny Weasley had been his girlfriend for just under four years now. But soon, hopefully within a few hours, Harry would ask her to be so much more. As the clock in the kitchen of the Burrow struck midnight, Harry played with the small velvet box within his pocket. At the sound of footsteps on the staircase, Harry sat up straighter and looked over his cup of tea.
"Harry?" Arthur Weasley asked. "What are you doing up?"
"Hello Mr. Weasley. Couldn't sleep, you?" Harry questioned in response.
"I had too much on my mind tonight."
"Mr. Weasley, may I marry your daughter?" Harry asked, rather out of the blue.
"What?"
"I would like to ask Ginny to marry me."
"Of course Harry. Molly and I have been wondering when you would ask. Ha! She owes me ten Sickles!" Arthur laughed.
"You made bets?" Harry asked, slightly offended.
"Indeed, I thought it would be on your birthday. Whereas Molly suspected on Ginny's birthday."
"Right, well thank you Mr. Weasley."
"My pleasure." Arthur said, patting Harry on the shoulder. "And Harry,"
"Yes Mr. Weasley?"
"Call me Arthur." The Weasley Patriarch winked and walked back up the stairs.
"One question down, one to go." Harry sighed, muttering to himself.
"YES!" Ginny screamed. Harry slipped a simple, silver ring on the finger of his fianceé and rose from his knee. As their lips met, both Harry and Ginny knew that things could only get better from here on out.