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The following chapter is written in first person view, as told by Hermione Granger.

Slowly, I wake up. I can't manage to do anything better or faster than the slow fluttering of my lids as I crack them open. My body slowly wakes up with me.

I promptly see colors. My body aches deliciously—all over. There is a weight on my side. In the bright glare of morning, I feel around for it. It's a hand. My fingers wrap around it and squeeze.

Ginny moves closer to me, nose nuzzling my skin. Memories of last night (and this morning) come flooding back to me. I lose my breath.

"You okay, Mione?" she mumbles against my skin.

"Mhm. Everything feels…wonderful," I breathe.

There's a giggle stifled against my shoulder.

"I bet." There's a wicked tone to her voice. "How many times did you pass out?"

I bury my face in my pillow and blush. I can feel the heat radiating off of my cheeks.

"Shut up," I murmur.

She moves close to me and presses her lips to my ear.

"Make me," she breathes.

Her warm breath caresses my ear and sends a flurry of shivers down my spine. Chill bumps form on my skin. I love and hate that she can do that to me. I roll over in her arms.

I gaze into her blue eyes a moment before pressing my lips to hers. It's a soft kiss; softer than most of the other kisses we've shared. It's tender. Her lips are yielding to mine, and mine yield to hers.

I want to taste more of her, but my body wants to move slowly. I want to enjoy every second I spend in her arms, pressed against her in every way. Behind my closed eyelids, I see her. I see our future.

In that moment, I realize I want to marry her.

The kiss deepens; gets intense in nature. I pour every ounce of passion I have in me, into this one kiss. My fingers lose themselves in her mussed, fiery hair, and her fingers lose themselves in mine.

Ginny breaks the kiss. "I love you so much," she breathes against my lips.

I stare into her eyes, tenderly brushing her hair out of her face. I count the freckles on her nose and under her eyes as we lay there, gazing at one another.

"I love you," I whisper.

Flashes of her in a midnight blue gown and a bouquet cross my mind.

"I will always love you no matter what, Mione. You know that?"

I nod. "Yes. I will always love you too, no matter what."

She smiles that dazzling, eye twinkling smile at me.

"Mione…" She presses her lips to mine again, briefly.

"Yes, angel?" She is my angel, after all.

She leans in close, her lips a hair's breadth away.

"Marry me."

(A/N: Oho! Another update! :) Short and sweet. I typed this up in the car, again. Amazing how muses just kind of slap me across the face while I'm riding through the countryside. Hope you like this one. :) Hopefully my next muse will bring about a longer chapter than this. Or is that asking for too much? O.o

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I've been asked to do a Ron/Harry fic. It'll be my next project. I'm intrigued by the idea, honestly. :D See you guys soon.)