Part II-The Engagement

The Morning After

Molly Weasley was a reasonable person. She knew that some of the rash things her children did were because they were young. She knew that some of the stupid comments her husband said were because he was simply a man. But she didn't know how her daughter could hide something like this.

She moved about the kitchen, preparing breakfast for her family, who would be arriving any minute. She wasn't in the mood for any nonsense from them today. All she could think about was watching her baby run off with that boy.

Molly kept an eye on her grandson, who was playing with the muggle toy cars Teddy had given to him, on the floor, quite content. She turned the radio on, hoping for a good distraction when her husband came lazily down the stairs, followed by George and Ron who had stayed the night.

"Breakfast is almost ready, boys."

She tuned the wireless into her favorite channel, and listened happily as the two hosts discussed the gossip going on in the world.

"Now, how about last night's match, huh?"

Molly froze in her tracks, turning to look at the radio. The boys also looked up from their sections of the paper.

"How about that gorgeous new Seeker, Sky?"

"Oh, Ginny Weasley is one lucky woman."

"Isn't she? What I would do to get into bed with him!"

"Lacey!"

Molly rolled her eyes; the two women that hosted the show could do with more brains.

"Yes, and a major thing we saw with the two is their interests in fashion."

"Yes, and we have the low-down on everything they wearing last night, from our correspondent, Hannah Gladen. Hi, Hannah."

"Hello, Lacey, Gilla." A new voice came on, a much younger one.

"Now, Hannah, why don't you start with Sky?"

"Of course, well we managed to track down where everything was bought and we found that pretty much everything was from muggle designers that are the equivalent to Jean Vion and other wizard designers like him. I took the liberty of converting the prices to galleons for you all, and we'll just ignore the designers. They're something Gucci and a few others.

"Now, Sky was fairly casual. His white dress shirt that will run about fifty galleons in any department store. However, his jeans were dark-wash, very nicely fitted from a popular designer. Those cost about two hundred galleons."

The Weasley men had their mouths hanging open. Molly, however, was glaring at the wireless, taking it all in. At that time, Bill and Fleur walked in with their girls, not saying a word once they caught sight of their family.

"Now, he was wearing a bandana, which seems to be his own little trend. But what really catches your eye are those white sunglasses. I tracked down where they're from, and they'll cost you about three hundred galleons."

"Wow, he must bring in the money."

"I'll actually be getting to that later. Now, Ginny is a woman and we have much higher tastes. Let's start with those gorgeous boots. High-heeled, brown leather, almost knee-high, these are top quality, especially in the muggle world where they don't have dragons. They run about four hundred galleons. Now, her jeans were the same brand as Sky's and cost about two hundred and fifty galleons. Her shirt, simple and black; only about forty galleons. Her coat, however, would put a nice whole in your vault, costing six hundred galleons."

"Must be nice to have a boyfriend like that!" The hosts broke into giggles.

"Yes, it must. I haven't even gotten to her bag and sunglasses. And then the jewelry!"

"Get on with it!" This time it was Molly Weasley shouting.

"But, it's not like Sky can't afford any of it. We managed to trace one of his purchases and we don't have a name or vault number, due to those being confidential, but we know the contents of his vault. He has a small trust with just over a million galleons. But his main vault holds a staggering fifty-three million."

"Oh my."

"Yes, and he brought in roughly a million a year in the training camp in America. His new contract, which is still being worked out, is said to be eight million a year."

"Wow, now let's get back to those accessories that this rich fellow is buying his girlfriend."

"Well, that bag I would give my wand for, is a rare find, there are only about a hundred of them in the world. Ginny snagged this one cheap, however, only paying nine hundred galleons, instead of what other stars have paid for it, which is well over a thousand galleons.

"Her sunglasses were very high-end, just like Sky's, however they only cost about two hundred and fifty galleons. She was also wearing a lovely necklace, very simple, a silver chain with a square cut diamond charm, only about two hundred galleons."

"So what did these outfits cost Sky?"

"Well, on Sky's, only about five hundred and fifty galleons. Now, take into account that he's a guy and from my sources he has nearly twice the amount of clothes as Ginny, and he was driving a pricy sports car that costs about a hundred of Ginny's outfits. Ginny's ran up to about two thousand, six hundred and forty galleons."

At this moment, Molly Weasley fainted, landing on her kitchen floor.

***

Ginny sat up, feeling the cold empty space beside her. She looked around; the room was empty. Last night had been like a dream.

"Oh no."

She quickly held her left hand up and smiled; it hadn't been a dream. The ring was perfect. It was a round cut diamond, not too big, but certainly not small; it could put many rings to shame. It was set in a simple, silver band. It really was perfect.

She crawled out of bed. It was a bit hot in the house, so she didn't bother with many clothes, pulling on her knickers and Harry's shirt.

She wandered to the landing, and climbed up the stairs, having a feeling as to where Harry was. The familiar double doors were open and, sure enough, Harry was sitting in the middle of the room on the coffee table, playing his guitar contently.

She loved to watch him play; it was like whatever the song was, he was living it, whether it was sad or happy. He had his jeans on, his boxers peaking out, and he was shirtless.

"Hey." He suddenly stopped and smiled up at her.

"Hey." She walked over to him, sitting on his lap.

"How did you sleep?"

"Amazing." She kissed him swiftly, keeping her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Let me guess, you woke up scared?"

"It's not a dream." She grinned, kissing him again.

"No, it's not." He smiled, running his hand along her leg, making her breath freeze.

"So, what am I going to tell my family?"

"Anything." He shrugged.

"Oh, so I can tell them, 'I'm engaged! But don't worry it's to Harry who you haven't heard from in four years!' Really good plan." She scoffed.

"Hey, better than nothing." He shrugged. "But, don't worry, I've decided that I'm going to tell them in the next month."

"It's going to take you that long to readjust to wizarding life here?"

"That's being optimistic, like you mother not asking you about me tonight."

She sighed, not wanting to think about her family dinner that night. "What were you playing?"

He grinned. "The last song of my first album."

"What?"

"Remember how I had said that Jack knew a guy that could get me an audition for label deal?"

Ginny thought back to that early morning conversation they had had over a week ago, and nodded her head.

"Well, I need the CD completely recorded, and I'm almost done!"

"That's what you've doing up here before you go to practice."

"Yeah, I got like thirty seconds of a song done each morning." He laughed.

"That's great, so are you going to release it?"

"Yeah, I mean, I might as well, right? Besides, I've been feeling bold lately." He said, picking up her hand and admiring the ring.

"Why did you propose, Harry? I mean, why so soon?"

His face fell. "Well, I've always wanted to. And I just did it." He shrugged.

"How long have you had the ring?"

He took a deep breath. "Honestly? I've had that for nearly four years."

"What?" She whispered.

"I've always known I was going to marry you. And I wanted to be ready for when I did. I got that in a muggle shop, four years ago, with a very good friend."

Ginny didn't even pay attention to the rest of his sentence. She was speechless; he had been planning to propose for four years, despite the fact that he thought she hated him.

"It was really just when. I mean I knew that I would. Ginny?" He turned to her, his eyes widening at the look on her face.

"Are you okay?"

She laughed softly, shaking her head before engulfing him a kiss and pushing him down onto the coffee table. She pulled off his shirt that she had been wearing as he whispered to her. "I love you."

"I love you too, Harry."

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