A.N: Okay, so one more shot for you guys. One more tonight. Okay, maybe two more.
Harry watched as Arthur Weasley repeatedly reversed into a wall, in an attempt to remove George Weasley from his back. Glancing up, Harry ducked, trying to not get hit in the face by the dangling feet of Ron Weasley, zooming around on a broom, yelling, because it had been set on fire. Getting to his knees, Harry spotted a growling Bill, and a helpless Charlie under the table, scrapping. Percy Weasley was curled up in the corner, rocking back and forth, his hands covering his ears, muttering to himself that it will all be over soon. Suddenly - and it was fortunate of Percy that he had his ears blocked - Molly Weasley came in, bashing two saucepans together, her face a portrait of horror, as she overlooked the chaos.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" she screeched, the saucepans now at her sides.
"Morning, love, Harry just came to ask for Ginny's hand in marriage, isn't that wonderful?" Arthur told his wife, beaming. George slid off his back, unconcious.
ONE HOUR EARLIER
Harry exhaled sharply, as he knocked on the door of The Burrow. Mr Weasley answered it, with a beam and enveloped him into a hug.
"Harry, my boy, you know you don't have to knock! You're practically a member of this family!" he laughed, opening the door wider, so that Harry could enter. He thanked him, and stepped foot inside.
"So, what's this about, Harry? You sounded bery urgent on the phone" Arthur asked, as he went to make a cup of tea. "Those things are great, aren't they? Phones - what a wonderful invention."
Harry nervously laughed. "Yes, yes they are." Taking a deep breath he continued. "So, there's something I'd like to ask you - "
"One second Harry - boys, do you want a cup of tea?" Arthur shouted, his voice echoing off the many walls in The Burrow. Harry felt as if someone had punched him, when all six of Ginny's brothers entered, pushing each other through the doorway. They all spotted Harry - no chance of escape now - and smiled, greeting him. Ron was last through, clutching his broom. Each of them were caked in mud, as if they had been rolling in the pigs pen.
"Hiya Harry, what are you doing here?" Ron asked, perking up.
"Is Ginny with you?" Ron asked, looking around.
"Of course she's not - she's got training today, you idiot" Charlie grinned, nudging Ron.
"Shut up Charlie" Ron replied, pushing his brother into the table.
"You chut up" Charlie said, pushing Ron into Percy, who yelped.
"Really, do you really have to fight like toddlers?" he commented, snidely.
"Do you really have to fight like toddlers?" mimed George, perfectly.
"That's not funny" Percy whined.
"Loosen up, Perce" Bill joked, clapping a hand onto Percy's back.
"Boys, calm down!" Arthur exclaimed, holding up two cups of tea. "Harry has something important to tell us."
They all quietened, and curiously looked towards Harry, who was now feeling extremely nervous. All of them took a seat at the table, keeping their gaze on him.
"I mean, it can wait, I guess - "
"Nonsense, what is it my boy?"
Harry glanced at Arthur, then at Ron, than at his hands, which he was anxiously tapping on his leg.
"You see I . . . I just wanted to . . . I mean it doesn't . . . I need to . . . "
"Spit it out Harry" Bill laughed. That didn't help anything.
Harry had battled dragons, and Death Eaters, and a giant snake, and even Voldemort himself - yet nothing made him quite so flustered as this.
"I really, really love Ginny, like a lot, and I can't bare to live without her, and I just want to make her happy, so I was hoping that if I asked, and I'm very traditional like this, if I asked you first, that everything will be okay, and that you'll all be fine with it, and no one will beat me up for not asking first?" Harry spluttered, not pausing for breath one single time.
Only just understanding what he had said, the Weasley men all looked towards each other, eyebrows furrowed.
"Ask what?" Ron queried.
"AskifIcanhaveGinny'shandinmarriage?" Harry squeaked, rapidly and under his breath.
"I'm sorry what?" Arthur asked, cupping his hadn to his ear as if to prove a point.
"Ask if I can have . . . Ginny's hand in marriage?"
It was a deathly silence. It was uncomfortable to hear a house like The Burrow this quiet. The chimes on a Grandfather clock chimed in the living room, signalling it had hit the hour. That, and a faint screech of an owl in the forest, was all Harry could hear. And it was terrifying.
Harry looked towards Arthur, who's jaw was hanging open. Closing it, after a while, he swallowed, and took his hat from off his head.
"Harry, my boy, of course you can."
A wave of relief shot through him, which was soon trod on by the other Weasley's sat in the room.
"What? Dad, don't you think they're rushing into this a little fast?" Ron asked.
"Yeah, I mean, she's twenty years old. That's too young for her to be getting married" Charlie added.
"We've been dating for nearly six years now, we've hardly rushed into anything" Harry defended.
"Yeah, I agree with Harry" Bill nodded, taking Harry by surprise. "Fleur was twenty when we married."
"Yes, and mum was livid when you brought her home" Ron sighed. Bill did a double take.
"She was?"
"Well, yeah. She thought you two had gotten engaged too quickly too . . . " Ron trailed, realising his mistake too late. Bill clearly had no idea of how his mother had truly felt.
"I think that Ginny would be a fool to accept, seeing as she's doing well enough by herself . . . riding around on a broom . . . for money" Percy said, with an upturned nose.
"Oh shut up, Percy" George rolled his eyes. "Just because Audrey has turned you down four times."
"IT WAS ONE TIME, OKAY GEORGE?" Percy spat. "What about you and Angelina, huh? That time she got drunk and thought you were Fred when - "
"YOU BASTARD!" George cried.
Arthur, sensing what was about to happen, shot up from his chair and stood inbetween George and Percy - which helped nothing. George merely jumped up, and collided with his dad's back. He clung onto Arthur's back, cursing at Percy. Percy just edged his seat away from his brother, whilst Arthur tried to convince George to get down.
Suddenly, Harry's attention was caught by Bill arguing with Charlie and Ron. Ron was using his arms rather animatedly, waving his broom in Bill's face.
"Ginny is old enough to make up her own mind, and has been for a long time! None of you seem to realise that!" Bill roared, pushing the broom from out of his face.
"She may be old enough to make her own mind up, yes, but she's not old enough to get married yet!" Charlie yelled, standing on to his tiptoes to try and reach Bill's impressive height.
"But Fleur was twenty!"
"But Fleur had been in the Triwizard Tournament - she was well prepared for marriage!" Ron argued, waving his broom about.
"Do you realise how stupid that sounds? I love my wife, but Ginny has been through far worse! Did you forget that at eleven she was possessed by Voldemort and brought down to the Chamber of Secrets, where a Basilisk was waiting for her?"
"Yes, but Harry defeated the Basilisk" Percy pointed out.
"SHUT UP PERCY!" came the combined voices of George, Bill, Charlie and Ron. Percy contorted his face into an expression of fear, as he rushed to hide in the corner.
"I'm just saying, I don't think that the same situation in which you and Fleur got married in doesn't apply here" Charlie sighed.
"What? Love?" Bill asked.
"No - the looming threat of war. There's no hurry now" Charlie added. It was an attempt to calm Bill down, instead it angered him more.
"That's not fair, Charlie - "
"But it's true, isn't it?"
"NO!"
Ron pushed his broom handle inbetween Bill and Charlie, and prized the two apart. He then stood in front of them both, looking even smaller than usual. He took a deep breath.
"I think Charlie's right" he spoke. "You and Fleur got married because you didn't know if either of you would survive the war, and you wanted to make sure your love was eternal, or some bullshit like that, right?"
"What the hell, no!"
"Okay" Ron sighed. "Was it because you got attacked by Greyback, and was afraid if you waited any longer she'd grow to hate your disgusting appearance? Or was it because Fleur is so incredibly out of your league that you were afraid that somebody else would snatch her up before you? I'm just trying to help - "
"HOW IS THIS HELPING AT ALL?"
Bill pushed Ron away, with more force than he intended to use, into the oven. Above, potatoes were boiling, on the stove. The bristles on Ron's broom caught alight, in the flame. He began to freak out, blowing at it with as much air as he could muster. Failing, he turned to screaming, trying to get someone to help him. However, Bill and Charlie had taken to wrestling on the floor, and had rolled under the table. The broom began to malfunction, and shot in the air, taking Ron with it.
Harry had frozen, standing up out of his seat, unsure of what to do to help.
Coming to two conclusions, he decided that they either really loved their sister, and just wanted to ensure her happiness, or they really hated Harry, with a burning passion. No pun intended.
