Harry found himself in a restaurant. This was a fancy restaurant where velvet lined the seats, white cloth draped the tables, and fresh roses sat in a vase at every table. Ginny sat across from him, her red hair casually draped down her shoulders. She's the one. She is the one I love, thought Harry, he felt something in his vest pocket and it pulled out. He held a small blue box the size of a large egg, and did what his instincts told him to do.
"Ginerva Molly Weasley, will you make me the happiest man in the entire universe and… marry me?" announced Harry.
"Oh my gosh, YES!" Ginny said excitedly
Suddenly Ron popped in with a look of anger on his face, his fists balled up, and his ears firetruck red.
"What the bloody hell, Harry, you're my best mate! We fought Voldemort together. And you saved my life. Twice! And here you are proposing to my sister like a bloody idiot."
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He woke up hot and sweaty, his heart pounding, and panting. He wasn't at a restaurant, he was at the Burrow, he looked to his left and saw Ron on a bed snoring. He got dressed, went downstairs, and saw George or was it Fred? Oh, wait Fred died in the Battle of Hogwarts, ooooh is that my crush Ginny I see at the pantry. What is she holding? Are those… enchanted microwave waffles? thought Harry
"Hey Ginny, uh can I uh heat up those microwave waffles for you? And you, uh look, uh, kinda pretty." Harry stammered
Harry cheeks flushed, his hands grew clammy, and he was strongly craving those enchanted waffles. So he quickly grabbed the box and shoved the entire thing in the microwave: box and all.
"Umm, Harry did you sleep alright? And why did you put the box in the microwave? Oh, there's always hair in your face."
She brushed the hair out of his face, but it continued to fall back into place. Finally, she sighed and informed Harry that there was some gel in the bathroom. He started walking towards the bathroom, but Ginny stopped him.
"Oh no you don't, your hair would look like a rats nest if you did it yourself. Plus, you really need a haircut."
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Ginny got some basic styling tools out of the bathroom cupboard: scissors, gel, a razor, and towels.
"Uh, Ginny , why can't you just transfigure my hair? Also, how do you even know how to cut hair? Especially boys' hair." asked Harry
"Well, Mum took our wands away because 1) She put about fifty billion protective charms on the house 2) After … Voldemort was defeated she's scared we'll go around trying to curse each other. Also, Mum doesn't believe in going to barbers, so she cuts everyone's hair. Sometimes she'll give me lessons since Dad, Bill, Charlie, Percy, George, Fred …-", Ginny explains as tears well up in her eyes, "-and Ron need a haircut every two months. So, I know what I'm doing, and even if I mess up Mum can fix it with a flick of the wrist." When Ginny was done reassuring Harry she got to work.