"Mr. Weasley?" Harry nervously asks.
"Yes?" he answers, rummaging through the drawers in his desk.
"Well, I was…it is customary, in Muggle ideals…" This is not coming out as easily as harry had hoped. It is a simple question after all, nothing life changing. Well, it is life changing, but the question in itself is not. "I was just wondering…"
Mr. Weasley is still searching through his drawers, not even looking up, thankfully. Harry's face is bright red.
"In…in Muggle customs, it's proper for a man to go to a woman's parents...in most cases the father—such as now—so he can ask for permission." Harry steps away from Mr. Weasley's desk, contemplating if he should just leave, considering Mr. Weasley doesn't seem to be paying attention. "I'll just leave you to your work then, Mr. Weasley. My questions can wait until you aren't as busy." Harry grabs for the doorknob.
"Oh, I apologize, Harry, I just can't seem to find my postage stamp collection. I hear Muggles find that sort of hobby amusing and I can't yet figure out why…"
"Well, some keep those sort of collections in books, sort of like photo albums…," Harry suggests, trying to distract him from his earlier intentions.
"Oh, well, don't you think that's strange? I keep mine in boxes, like the jewelry boxes rings come in, they're the perfect size." Harry is flustered, this is too much of a coincidence. "I keep them organized by year."
"That's great, Mr. Weasley, but—I should really go now, I have some stuff I have to get done before tonight."
"Didn't you have something you wanted to talk to me about though?" he asks, looking up from his drawers.
"Oh, yeah, well that can wait…wait until another time."
"Are you sure, m'boy?"
"Yes, definitely." Harry twists the doorknob, turning to finally leave. "I can always talk to you whenever I come over for dinner."
"Yes, yes, of course, goodbye, now," Mr. Weasley says cheerfully.
"Bye."
I'll ask him tomorrow when I come for dinner, I swear. I can do this, this is nothing. I've done for worse things, I can be braverthan this, this shouldn't even be as scary as I'm making it…
Harry makes it to the elevator, before he realizes he has to face his fears. This wasn't going to go away and tomorrow was too late to be asking. He turns around and runs back to Mr. Weasley's office, not finding another excuse to wait any longer.
"Mr. Weasley!" Harry almost shouts, out of excitement.
Mr. Wealsey's papers fly out of his hand from the fright. "Oh, Harry!"
"I wanted to ask if I could marry Ginny!" he yells again, a smile breaking out across his face.