I walked along the River Thames in downtown muggle London with Colin and Luna in mid November. I pulled my coat closer to me to try to keep warm. Normally we don't ever come to this part of London, but Colin was going to propose to Luna and needed me to be there to photograph the event. He has pictures of everything, including their first date.

We stopped at a little dock that had a bench on it. Luna sat down.

"Isn't it beautiful here?" Luna commented, eyes wide open. "Colin, tell your friend thank you for recommending this place." She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, as if trying to savor the last of the fall air. I saw Colin fumbling around in his pocket, looking for the ring we both picked out two weeks ago.

"Luna," Colin said softly. I walked a little bit away, just in case the bad thing happened and she said no. I really wouldn't want to see that. I pulled out the camera Colin had given me and focused it.

"Luna," he said again. He got down on one knee. Luna stopped looking at the boats on the river and looked into his eyes. I took a picture.

"Colin, what are you doing?" Luna asked.

Colin smiled. He opened the ring box and pulled out the ruby and diamond ring we had picked out. I took another picture.

"Luna, I've loved you ever since I saw you in our first year wander into the Great Hall fifteen minutes after the rest of us had been sorted. I knew then that you were amazing and unique. I've watched you grow into a magnificent woman, and I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Luna Lovegood, will you marry me?"

"Yes," she said as he put the ring on her hand. Through my happy tears I was able to take a few more pictures and then I ran up to them.

"I'm so excited for you!" I said as I gathered them into a group hug. It's been a while since I've had anything really happy to look forward to.

AAABBBAAA

Padma slammed her purse down on the counter at work a couple of days later. "Do you know what my foolish sister has done?" she said loudly.

"No," I said, very confused. After the letter I had written, Parvati wrote me back saying that her parents had already been to her house but she had refused to leave. Then Ernie hexed Parvati's father and kicked him out of the house.

"She's going to have a baby!" Padma exclaimed.

"Oh," I said softly.

"This is awful!"

"You know, she is married."

"It doesn't count! He's not even Muslim!"

I grimaced and looked down at the table. Padma's point of contention with this whole event was that Ernie was not Muslim like Parvati was. In their culture, it is very bad to marry a non-Muslim, much less have a child with them.

"You know, she does love him."

"Love? What is love? How can she love someone so different from us?"

"Isn't it more important that she's happy? So what if he's not from the same culture as you?"

Padma calmed down a little. "I suppose you're right."

"This child will be related to you, whether you want them to have a child or not," I continued.

Padma smiled. "That is true. I would like to have a child around to spoil."

"Nieces and nephews are fun. You can spoil them, and at the end of the day, they go back to their parents. It's way better than having your own children."

"Good point," Padma said as she picked up her purse and walked toward the back room. I sighed with relief and went back to folding clothes.

The bell above the door rang and Harry walked into the shop. Like I needed this today.

"Harry, what can I do for you?" I asked with feigned politeness.

"Ginny, I've been thinking. This is a big misunderstanding. I really do like you. Please, please, please, just go out on one date with me."

I looked at him. This was Harry, after all. The man I've been dreaming of for eight years. Maybe it was just a misunderstanding.

"You really aren't dating Lavender Brown?"

"Are you serious? I never have, and never will date Lavender."

"Okay," I said. "But this time you have to pick me up."

Harry smiled and we made arrangements for our date later that night.

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I was upstairs getting ready when I heard a pop downstairs.

"Ginny, Harry's here!" Mum yelled up the stairs. I finished my hair, grabbed my purse, and ran downstairs.

"Fred, get off!" Harry yelled. At first I couldn't see him because he was buried under Fred and George.

"Not until we've had our say. If you hurt her in any way, we will make sure that you suffer for the next two weeks," George threatened as Fred kicked Harry in the shins.

"Guys, that's enough," I said, rushing over to Harry. I grabbed his hand and pulled him up off of the floor.

"It's okay, Ginny," Harry said as he brushed himself off. "They're just looking out for you."

I glared at my brothers. They flinched a little and ran out of the room.

"Wow, Ginny, you look amazing," Harry said appreciatively. I should look amazing. Padma and I spent three hours making this dress because none of the ones in the store were good enough for this date. I wanted Harry to know what he had been missing out on.

"Where are we going?" I said sweetly.

"A café near Buckingham Palace. I'll meet you there?" he said.

I nodded and we apparated out of the house.

AAAAABBBBBAAA

"I've never been to this place," I said as we walked into the café. Apparently it was a wizarding café that served to wizard tourists.

"Well, I thought we'd try something new," Harry said as we followed the hostess to our table.

No sooner did we sit down that hordes of women came up to the table. "Harry Potter!" they squealed. "Can we have your autograph?"

I rolled my eyes. Everywhere Harry goes there's somebody who wants his autograph. Hello? We're on a date here.

"No, no, I'm here with my friend, I'm sorry," Harry apologized.

"Look! It's Ginny Weasley!" a woman yelled. Even more people came up to our table. Soon we had no choice but to sign autographs.

"Excuse me, excuse me!" the hostess of the restaurant yelled. "Mr. Potter, Ms. Weasley, I'm so sorry about this. We have a table in the V.I.P. room if you'd like some privacy."

I looked at Harry, who was signing some woman's hat, and I nodded. We got up from the table and went into the V.I.P. room.

"This room is gorgeous!" I gasped as we walked in the room that was decorated to look like Buckingham Palace. We sat down at the table and ordered our food.

"Ginny," Harry started. "Why do you work?"

What an odd question. Kind of invasive, too. "Because I have to," I said curtly.

"I'm sorry. It's just…your dad is the Minster of Magic."

"There are seven kids in my family, Harry. People get in debt with that many kids. So, I work so that my parents don't have to support me. Besides, I don't know what I want to do with my life, and working kills time until I make that decision. Look at you, you're rich, you have two inheritances, and you still work."

Harry looked down. "Think about how I got that money. I don't really deserve it. I work so that I don't have to use it."

I never thought about it like that. He must miss his parents and Sirius terribly. We sat in silence until the waitress brought our food to the table.

"Harry, this is really good. Good choice," I complimented.

"Are you having fun?"

"Yes! I'm just sorry that it took us so long to get together again."

"It's okay." He grabbed my hand underneath the table.

There was a commotion outside of the door. "Miss, you can't go in there!" the hostess yelled.

"You can't stop me!" a woman yelled back. The magically locked door burst open and Lavender Brown came in.

Great. Just great. I finally get to go out on a date with Harry, and the stupid whore shows up.

"Harry Potter, how dare you?" Lavender hissed. I looked back and forth between them. "I can't believe that you're cheating on me with that little tramp."

I clutched my wand angrily. She's the one who sleeps around, not me!

"Lavender, for the last time, I'm not your boyfriend," Harry said firmly. He got up from the table.

"You have to be!" Lavender said.

"I can't be your boyfriend. I just don't like you in that way."

"You have to be! Harry Potter, I'm pregnant with your baby!" Lavender yelled. The whole restaurant became silent.

I stood up. "Harry, I'm leaving. I've had enough of this." I walked out of the restaurant.

"Ginny, wait!" Harry yelled after me.

"No! Go back to your girlfriend!"

I ran down the street crying. Soon I found myself outside of the Leaky Cauldron. I went in and got a table.

"A glass of firewhiskey, please," I said. One glass turned into three, and I found myself staring down my fourth glass of firewhiskey. Why did it keep looking at me that way?

"Ginny?" a man asked. I looked away from the glass. We'll finish this later, punk.

"Neville?"

Neville sat down next to me. "Are you sure you should be drinking?"

"I don't care. Stupid Harry. What are you doing here?"

"I was in Diagon Alley picking up some things for my grandmother." He pointed to the bags that were on the floor next to him.

"Neville, I can't do this anymore," I sobbed as I burst into tears. I put my head on his shoulder.

"What's the matter?" he said sympathetically as he gently rubbed my back.

I ended up spending the whole night in the Leaky Cauldron with Neville, telling my sad story to him.