A/N- Hey. I am so so so so so so so SORRY! I know I have been making you all wait, but I live an extremely busy lifestyle. So I haven't had much time to write. But for those of you who are reading Lily's Sacrifice, I hope to have two more chapters up very soon. Please let me know what you think… Read and Review…

CHAPTER 6- Can you keep a secret?

"Ginerva Molly Weasley, will do me the exceptional honor, of becoming my wife?" Harry asked. Praying for a positive response.

Harry opened the box to reveal a diamond shaped emerald ring.

"Oh, Harry! You didn't go and spend a lot of money did you?" Ginny asked, her eyes on the ring.

"It was my mother's engagement ring, so no… answer me Ginny!" Harry pressed.

Ginny nodded. "Yes!" Harry placed the ring on her finger, and kissed her.

"Oh, but Harry, won't the other students know? I mean, we weren't allowed to have a relationship before, so won't we have to wait a while?"

"I don't care what they think, but if it's important to you, we'll keep it a secret. No one needs to know. Let Hermione have her time in the sun, and then we'll announce our engagement."

"What about my parents?"

"They know… I mean they know it's coming up. I asked for your father's permission, before we left in the summer, I planned to ask you earlier, but the teaching post came up, and I couldn't. We can tell them during the holidays. "

"Oh Harry, you're perfect." Harry chuckled. He laid there on the couch, with Ginny lying across him. She fell asleep there.

oOo

"Harry?" Hermione said as they came back from their walk.

"Yeah?"

"Oh, you're awake."

"Help me with Ginny," Hermione assisted Harry in getting Ginny off him, and then he carried her up to her bed. He swiftly removed the engagement ring, and placed it in the box, before placing that in the top draw, next to her bed.

Harry then made his way back to the boys dormitories. Ron was getting undressed.

"Hey Harry," He greeted. "What'd you and my sister do?"

"Nothing." He said a little too quickly.

"If you did nothing, why do you have that stupid smile on your face?"

Harry gave up; he couldn't hide it from Ron. If he did, Ron would probably assume the worst and be really pissed off.

"I proposed,"

"What'd she say?"

"What do you think? But don't say anything! We're not telling anyone until after the holidays. She wants to keep it a secret."

"Ok, I won't breathe a word of it."

Harry got in to bed and was very pleased with himself.

The next morning, Harry and Ron made their way to the Great Hall for breakfast. They saw Hermione and Ginny already seated. Hermione was enjoying her cereal, while reading the paper, while Ginny looked sick. She was pale and had dark circles around her eyes.

"God, Ginny, you look awful!" Ron exclaimed as he sat down opposite Hermione.

"Gee, thanks Ron." Ginny said, as she placed her head in her hands.

"Ginny, no offence, but Ron's right, are you ok?" Hermione said. She put her paper down. "You feel rather warm," She placed her hand on Ginny's forehead.

"I don't feel well," Ginny groaned.

"Come Ginny, I'll take you to the nurse." Harry offered. He helped Ginny up and led her out of the hall. "Ginny, please, tell me what is wrong."

"Oh, Harry, I don't know. I felt fine last night, but when I woke this morning, I felt ill. I don't know what is going on, oh, Harry. I'm sorry. Especially after you proposed. I… I am so sorry…"

"Shh. You don't have to apologize. People just get sick…"

They made their way to the second floor. As they entered the hospital wing, Harry called out to Madam Pomfrey.

"Madam Promfey?"

"Yes dear?"

"My girlfriend is ill."

"Ah, Miss Weasley. What seems to be the matter?"

"Well, I was fine last night and when I woke this morning, I just felt dreadful. I have a temperature and I feel as if I've been hit by a bus."

"Well dear, you better come and sit over here. Mr Potter, if you please, can you give us some privacy?"

"Of course." Harry said as he stepped back from the bed, allowing Madam Pomfrey to assess Ginny.

"Oh, Harry, please hurry back." Ginny said. She was lying on the bed and the nurse was bending over her, already checking her temperature.

"Yes I will Ginny." Harry made his way swiftly back to the hall to inform both Ron and Hermione of Ginny's whereabouts and to ask Ron to explain to Professor Stookê that he would be late to DADA.

"Do you think she'll be ok?" Ron asked.

"I hope so. There's only two weeks left until the Christmas holidays, and I know she's looking forward to them."

"Yes, she would be I suppose… Well, let me know how she is going…"

"Of course."

Once Harry returned to the hospital wing, it was clear Ginny was to be there for more than a few hours. As he approached her bedside, Madam Pomfrey came up behind him.

"Mr Potter, could I have a word?"

"Sure.." He followed the nurse out to the corridor.

"As you know Miss Weasley's temperature is high. It appears she has a strange strain of the Feline Flu. It has never been recorded in a human before and I'm unsure if it's contagious. Therefore, Mr Potter, I must ask that anyone who has had direct contact with Miss Weasley, in the past two weeks, is tested."

"Right. Well, that's me, Ron and Hermione and suppose her classmates… Madam Pomfrey? Do you think she'll be better by the holidays?"

"Oh, Mr Potter, I don't know. Could you fetch Mr Weasley and Miss Granger then. We'll test you three first, as I'd assume you're most likely at risk."

Harry turned and went straight to DADA. He burst in the door.

"Mr Potter, are you ok?" Mr Stookê asked, surprised.

"Ah, Madam Pomfrey would like to see Ron and Hermione, please sir." Harry puffed.

"Very well, oh and Mr Weasley, have that essay for me tomorrow will you?"

"Yes sir." Ron replied. Hermione rolled her eyes; she knew it was not outside her fiancée's character to not have finished his homework.

The three of them swiftly made their way up to Ginny.

"Harry, what's wrong with her?" Hermione asked.

"Well, she's got some weird kind of flu, and I might be contagious so they're going to test us for it."

"Ah, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, and Mr. Potter! Thank goodness you're here. Please change into these gowns and proceed to the end of the hall for your testing." Madam Pomfrey instructed. The three of them did as she said and after being tested, they were allowed in to see Ginny.

"Harry! Oh, do you have it too?" Ginny asked when she saw them.

"We don't know yet. We just got tested. How are you?" Harry said.

"I'll be fine. Oh, Ron, what if Audrey gets it? She's pregnant. It might hurt the baby?" Ginny exclaimed.

"Might knock some sense into it more like," Ron mumbled and Hermione elbowed him in the ribs. "Ow!" He exclaimed.

"I have your test results. Do you want me to share them privately?" Madam Pomfrey said as she came up behind them.

"We're all family here, I don't mind if they hear." Hermione said. Ron and Harry agreed.

"Very Well. Mr. Potter, you don't have the virus and neither do you Miss Granger. However, Mr. Weasley, You do have this strain of the flu."

A/N- I love everyone who is still reading this and is putting up with me.

I have had some reviewers calling this story "cheesy". Well, yes it is a bit. But I am just writing it how I wanted it to turn out. If you like cheesy stuff, well, that's fantastic. And if you don't well, I can't write my stories just to suit every single person who might possibly read it. Though I love having people read my stories… If you don't like it, don't read it.

Oh and I am so excited for Saturday! Hunger Games comes out on DVD!