Harry walked out of the Leaky Cauldron, feeling slightly nervous. He went to Gringotts first, getting some money out of his vault. He then walked into the jeweler's and sat down in a chair in front of the jewelry counter. Spotting an elegant diamond ring, he called for the jewelry salesperson.

"May I help you?"

"Um, yes. I would like to purchase that ring" Harry said, pointing to it.

"Ah, good choice," the salesperson said, nodding his head. Harry paid for the ring, and walked out of the jewelry store, his pockets feeling considerably lighter.

He hurried back to the Leaky Cauldron and woke up Ginny.

"Mmhmm..." groaned Ginny, as she picked herself up.

"Hurry up, I want to take you somewhere..." said Harry, coaxing her up out of bed.

"Where do you want to take me?" asked Ginny, curiously.

"Just put on something nice," said Harry.

"Dressy?" asked Ginny, questioningly.

"Not super-dressy. Just something nice."

Ginny put on a black dress that had a low-cut V neck. The skirt was very flowy. Then, she put her hair up into a simple updo and walked out to meet Harry.

Ginny walked out of the bedroom to meet Harry in the living room.

"Wow," he breathed.

"What?" asked Ginny, smugly.

"You look... amazing," said Harry. He swept Ginny up into a kiss and Disapparated with her in his arms.

Ginny opened her eyes and gasped. Harry had taken her to a cliff where there was a dazzling view of London. Harry smiled... he knew what Ginny was thinking. There had to be a reason why he had taken her here.

Pulling out a bottle of wine, Harry poured them both a glass. Handing one to Ginny, her pretty face turned into a frown.

"Harry, I don't think I can drink that," she said.

"Why not?" asked Harry.

"What if I'm pregnant? You don't want your unborn child to have alcohol in his or her system, do you?"

"I guess not... I'm sorry."

"It's okay..."

Harry put the bottle of wine back up and discarded the cups.

As Harry and Ginny looked out over the cliff at the beautiful London skyline, Harry turned to Ginny.

"Um, Ginny? I was kind of wanting to ask you something. I mean-- you don't have to agree to-- if you don't

want to, I'll understand, but--"

"Harry!" Ginny laughed, "Just spit it out!"

"Okay..." Harry got down on one knee, "Ginerva Molly Weasley, will you marry me?"

Ginny gasped. She jumped on Harry, kissing him. "Yes!" she answered immediately. Harry picked her up and swung her around.

Ginny kissed him again, this time even more passionately.

"We're going to have a family! A real family!" she said, hopping excitedly.

"Well, would the future Mrs. Potter like to accompany me back to the Leaky Cauldron for a romantic candlelit dinner for two?" asked Harry, jokingly.

"I would be delighted," said Ginny, offering him her arm. The two Apparated back to their room, where

Harry conjured a romantic setting with a plate of spaghetti for them to share.

Harry and Ginny enjoyed the rest of the night cuddling by the fireplace, drinking hot chocolate, and enjoying being in each other's company.

The next morning, Harry and Ginny decided to go back to the Burrow to announce their engagement.

They both dressed rather conservatively and finally kissed each other one last time before Apparating to the Burrow.

As soon as Ginny saw Ron, she realized that he wasn't in a very good mood. Walking into the living room, she grabbed her mother and took her into the kitchen to talk to her privately.

"Mom, is Ron still mad at me? Because he's been totally anal to both me and Harry since we started seriously dating. And, I'm afraid with what we're doing, he's going to be even worse."

"Well, what exactly are you doing?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

Ginny sighed. "Mom, Harry and I are getting married."

"What? When did this happen?"

"Last night."

"So, are you... um... pregnant?" Mrs. Weasley blushed scarlet.

"Well, not yet."

"Have you actually done anything?"

"MOM!"

"Well, you are my daughter, so I'd kind of like to know when I can be expecting my next grandchild!"

"Mother!"

"Ginevra Molly Weasley?"

"Fine, yes, we have. Does that answer your question?"

"Yes."

"Thank you. Um, Ginny?"

"Yeah?"

"Congratulations."

"Oh, um... thank you." Ginny nervously walked out the door to go tell Ron about the engagement.

Ginny walked into the living room, where she saw Ron looking at Harry as though he was a big juicy piece of meat.

"Um... Ron?" asked Ginny, tentatively.

"What?" snapped Ron.

"Um... Harry and I need to tell you something. I guess there's no point in beating around the bush about it, so here goes nothing. Harry and I are... (she cleared her throat) Harry and I are..."

"We're getting married," finished Harry, quietly.

Ron stared at Ginny stupidly. He got up, with tears in his eyes and ran off upstairs.

"Ron!" yelled Ginny.

"Well, he seems to be taking it well," said Harry.

"He's not taking it well at all you numbskull!"

"I was being sarcastic," said Harry,

"Oh, then I'm sorry then," said Ginny, "Could you do me a favor and just-- stay down here for a few minutes until I get back down?"

"Are you sure you don't need me?"

"Positive. It would just make things worse. I'll be back in a few minutes." Ginny walked on up the stairs.

Walking into Ron's bedroom, she heard a loud sniff. Ron was lying in his bed, crying softly. Ginny walked on over to him and hugged him.

"Ron? It's okay... Really. I mean, I'm going to be having his baby, so the natural thing to do is marry him. I know he's your best mate and all, but I figured that you would rather have me marry him then marry some stranger I met on the side of the road..."

"Ginny... it's not that I want you to marry someone else, it's that I know you're not ready to have a baby and settle down and get married. You're only 18 years old!"

"Well, I'd rather settle down early then have Harry die because of Voldemort. I mean, having his baby might be the best thing for us all."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean that by having his baby, there would be a lingering protection over our family. Harry's mum passed on a protection to Harry, which would be passed on to our child. Then, our family would have a protection where Voldemort could never hurt us. I'll be safer marrying Harry than marrying someone else!"

"Well, I guess marrying Harry wouldn't be so bad. But, I just want you to be careful. Harry's practically a celebrity and there's loads of people who would die for any part of him. Trust me, I know."

"Do you really know?" asked Ginny, eyeing Ron suspiciously.

"Yes... Remember the Tri-Wizard Tournament?"

"Oh, yeah... and when you and Harry couldn't get dates? Geez, that had me rolling for years!"

"Ah, thanks Gin."

"Hmmm... That's funny. You got turned down by Bill's wife..."

"Don't remind me."

"Hey, look, Ron. I've got to go. Nice talking to you, though. But, one more thing. Are you still mad at Harry?"

"No, not really. I'm just a little ticked off, but--"

"You'll get over it, Ron." Ginny walked out of the bedroom, and went back downstairs.

Harry stood by the closet door, waiting for Ginny to hurry up and come back down the stairs. She was taking forever! Finally, ten minutes later, Harry heard Ginny's voice at the top of the stairs. Sneaking into

the hall closet, he waited for her to walk past it. Once she did, he grabbed her and pulled her inside.

Ginny peered through the darkness and finally realized where she was and whom she was with. She leaned forward and kissed Harry swiftly, who in return gave her a kiss so passionate, it took her breath away. Soon, they were snogging in the hall closet. But, they soon heard the door knob to the closet turn and heard Mrs. Weasley say, "Hang on, I just need to get the broom." Harry and Ginny Apparated quickly back to Ginny's room, where they continued their snogging session.

Hermione was sitting on her bed. She cleared her throat loudly, interrupting them. Both Harry and Ginny looked at her, their faces showing both shock and embarrassment.

"Oh, hi, Hermione," mumbled Ginny, "We were just... and didn't realize anyone was here."

"That," said Hermione, "was apparent. I'll just let you two carry on then," she said, walking out of the room.

Ginny turned back to Harry and started kissing him again, but Harry broke it off. He walked back over to Ginny's bed, sat down, and pulled his shirt back over his head.

"What's wrong?" asked Ginny.

"Well, we're supposed to be having a baby. We only have two months left to get you pregnant and we've only had sex once or twice. Don't we need to?"

"Please don't tell me that you want to do that right now, right here, in my parents house," said Ginny, an uncomfortable look on her face.

"God, no," said Harry, looking appalled, "I was just thinking we could arrange something tonight, something simple."

"And romantic?" Ginny asked.

"And romantic," agreed Harry, "How long do we have that room in Diagon Alley?"

"For the rest of the week," answered Ginny.

"Then, I really think that we should step it up," said Harry, blushing.

"Oh, well, all right," said Ginny, blushing a more violent shade of crimson.

Mrs. Weasley walked in at that point.

"Hello, dears," she said, in an unnatural tone, "Um, I kind of need to talk to you about some... er... things. About the baby and all. Ginny, are you pregnant yet?"

"Mum, if I was don't you think I would tell you?" asked Ginny, impatiently. She looked over at Harry, who was looking at his feet, his face growing redder at an alarming rate.

Mrs. Weasley chose to ignore Ginny's comment, and she continued. "Well, when you do get pregnant, where do you and Harry plan on staying?" This quesion was directed at Harry this time. Harry looked up, clearly looking panicky.

"Honestly, I don't know. I mean, I'm only 19. I'm still in Auror training. In two more years, I'll definitely be able to afford a house, a decent place to live, at that. But, until then, I'm pretty much broke. I have no idea on how to provide for a family or anything else, considering I had no real example of a wizarding family, except for yours," answered Harry.

"And, we're not the average wizarding family," said Mrs. Weasley, kindly. "Not very many wizarding families have seven kids. But, you and Ginny are definitely welcome to stay with us as long as you like. I just wanted to let you know that."

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," said Harry. Mrs. Weasley smiled at him and walked out of the room.

"Ginny, are you ready to go back to the Leaky Cauldron?" asked Harry, pointedly.

"I guess," said Ginny, and she Disapparated, leaving Harry standing in her bedroom. Harry followed suit and soon, they were both back in their room, carrying out their plans to conceive the child that would save the wizarding world.