Harry stared at the girl in front of him, the most loving look in the depths of his emerald eyes. There was no doubting it, he loved the girl in front of him. Loved the way the sun shined off her hair in copper glints, loved the deep crystal of her eyes, the way she smiled at him, the way she talked, hell even the way she bossed him around. Harry loved Ginny.
"You're officially going to make me call St. Mungo's if you keep staring at me with that smile on your face." Harry's smile only grew with her threat, a hand snaking out to caress her hair lovingly. They had gone to have a picnic, which somehow ended with the two of them laying in the sun, basking in it really. Ginny prattling on about something, and Harry staring at her as if he'd never seen her before.
"Harry James Potter! Why are you staring at me like that! You're beginning to worry me for real." Ginny turned, leaning up on an elbow to look at Harry who sat up completely now, no longer looking at her. Instead he looked at his hands, turning them restlestly for a minute. Staring at him, Ginny sucked in a breath, never having seen him look so serious before, only once and she hated to think what he was thinking.
"Ginny, I was just thinking," Harry sucked in a breath, looking up at Ginny as she wrapped her small hands around his own. Looking up he saw nothing but her beautiful eyes, looking at him with adoration and support.
"Hey, you can tell me anything, remember?" Ginny squeezed his hand searching the depths of his eyes. Harry returned her smile, turning his hand over letting her feel the box inside. Ginny's eyes went wide, first with terror the with happiness as Harry pulled his hands away.
"Ginny, I've been giving it a lot of thought, I know for a fact that there is no one in this world, or the next that I would rather spend my life with." Harry stood, pulling Ginny to her feet, enjoying every moment of her shocked, quietness. He held her hands taking the box from her, putting it down beside him.
"Harry Potter, you better not be playing with me right now." Ginny's voice was hoarse as he smiled up at her.
"Ginny Weasely, will you do me the extreme honor of becoming my wife?" The ring he slid on her finger was platinum gold, with a beautiful a marquise cut emerald in the middle, with tiny princess cut diamonds surrounding it. Harry couldn't help but laugh at the awestruck woman before him. "You have to say something dear." Ginny slapped Harry's hand smiling at him, wiping away a tear with her other hand laughing at him.
"Don't you tease me Harry, of course I will be your wife." Capturing his face in both of her hands Ginny kissed him. "But, you really should have asked my Father first." With a thought Ginny lamented. "Also, my brothers." Harry kissed her back pulling away only for a moment, though there was no escaping her vice like grip.
"I of course did ask permission of your Father, as it'll make new the Minister's daughter getting married, I also asked your brother's including Charlie, that's what took me so long to ask you." Ginny was shocked, all of her brothers knew Harry planned on asking her to marry him and none of them had told her.
"I take it that each of them gave you their blessing." Ginny admired the ring he'd place on her finger. "Where in the world did you get this? More importantly, where did you find the time to get it?" Ginny asked looking up at his eyes, perfectly matching the emerald inside her ring.
"Yes, they each gave me their blessing but let me tell you right now, Molly isn't going to be happy when you tell her that I've proposed." Ginny nodded, worry lining her face, if Harry hadn't told her mother, there would be hell to pay. But she would get over it, after all she'd get to plan her daughter's wedding.
"What about the ring?" Ginny pressed curious as to how he found the time to get it. She couldn't think of many moments when they were apart from one another.
"Well, the ring is very special. You see, the house my parents were left in, it was destroyed yes, but it was also left exactly how they found it." Ginny gasped guessing at what Harry was suggesting. She hated that he had to return to the place where devastation had wrought his life, but at the same time, it seemed like the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her. "The other day when you were shopping with Hermione, I got permission from McGonagall to visit the house. Digging through the rummage I found this."
"Oh Harry do you really believe that it's hers?" Ginny asked softly looking at his smile. She saw all the love he held for her, and so much more. Sometimes, Ginny couldn't help but think, she didn't deserve his love.
"I was curious about that as well. So, I wrote a letter to the only person who would know with absolute certainty. My Aunt Petunia." Harry's face scrunched for a moment. "She wrote back, though wasn't happy to do so. She didn't know much, but confirmed that this indeed is the ring. Saying that 'Lily had babbled about James getting her a ring that matched her eyes."
"Oh, does she have to be rude all the time?" Harry shook his head immediately rubbing Ginny's hand before entwining his fingers through hers.
"That doesn't matter, what matters is that she confirmed that this is my mother's ring. I couldn't think of anyone in the world that I'd rather let have this ring than you. I love you Ginny, I will make you the happiest woman in the world." Harry vowed staring her in the eyes. To his surprise another tear welled up in their blue depths. Ginny never cried. She was a strong woman, a fact that Harry had always liked about her.
"Oh Harry, you already have." Ginny kissed him fiercely for a long moment, pushing a hand through his hair and wrapping herself around him. She took his very breath away, Harry had to pull away from her, despite not wanting to, just to remind her of where they were.
"As much as I would love to lay you out on the grass, bare you to all the sunshine in the world, and take you. I don't think that it would be pertinent for the Deputy Head boy to be seen snogging, not to mention doing the horizontal bop, in the middle of the day, on the grounds. Though, if you're up for it, so am I." He waggled his brows at her, making Ginny laugh. Merlin's beard did he love making her laugh. It gave him chill bumps to hear that laughter.
"Harry Potter." Ginny chided him gently.
"Ginny Potter." Harry challenged, the look in his eyes sending shivers up Ginny's spine, making her nipples harden. She liked the way it sounded. She liked the way he looked at her. She liked him. No. She loved him.
"Come on, I'm sure there a lot of people that you haven't told, Hermione for instance. There's no way she wouldn't have told me. Let's go tell everyone!" Harry agreed, he hadn't told everyone. In fact he hadn't told Hermione for the distinct reason that he'd been afraid that Hermione wouldn't be able to keep the secret from her best friend.
"Alright, let's go tell them. I'm sure you'd love to show me off." Harry feigned tossing his hair over his shoulder making Ginny laugh again, smacking him playfully on the arm. The two of them walking back into the castle. McGonagall had seen the exchange, she couldn't help herself what with Potter's odd request. She had asked him what it was about, he hadn't wanted to tell her, but in the end he conceded admitting that he would be proposing. The smile lit up McGonagall's face, watching as Harry fell to one knee. The girl would accept of course, but it didn't stop the happiness that would come of it.