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Chapter 1: A Ring

"I really should be getting home," Ginny murmured, although not moving a muscle. "If I wait too much longer my parents are going to be awake, and then I will have to face them."

"You know Ginny," Harry replied, "It's not that I want to insinuate anything or imply that I know your parents better than you, but I am pretty sure they are aware we have done the deed. We have been together four years after all."

Ginny had to take what Harry was saying into consideration. After all she was very comfortable like this. She had her head snuggled into the crook between his chest and his neck, and she liked the gentle shivers up her spine that came as he stroked her hair. As such she chose her response very carefully, "If it were up to me I would stop time and we would stay like this forever. However I don't have those powers and thus, I must be getting home. My parents don't like the idea of their only daughter not coming home at night. And besides, my clothes are at the Burrow."

"Well what if staying here meant staying home Ginny? I fail to understand why you haven't moved in yet."

"I wasn't aware the offer was there Harry."

Harry moved his head slightly so he was looking down at her nose, which she still had yet to pick up from the pillow. "I'm sorry Gin, I thought the offer was assumed. Well now I am asking, would you like to move in with me?"

Ginny finally decided the time was right to lift her head. Moving in for a kiss she smiled at Harry. "Thank you very much indeed Harry. You know I love you and I love the offer but I promised myself many years ago that I would never move in with a boy unless I was engaged."

"Oh," Harry said, frowning slightly, "I guess that makes sense."

"Well thank you for being so understanding. You are really quite extraordinary Harry."

"Extraordinary enough for you to move in with me?" Harry piqued.

Ginny laughed and gave Harry a playful swat on the nose. "Cute, but I am still not moving in with you. And I still have to get going."

"Or you could stay," Harry suggested. But it was too late. Ginny had already disentangled herself from his sheets and his arms. She threw on his bathrobe and leaned in for another kiss,

"I love you very much Harry Potter."

"I love you too Ginny Weasley," Harry said through the kiss. Ginny pulled away far too quickly in his opinion and headed for the bathroom. Dejected Harry slumped his back onto his pillow.

Once he heard the shower streaming down he decided that he might as well follow suit and get out of bed. He pulled his favorite trousers off the floor and onto his legs. Before heading for the kitchen he pulled something small out of his nightstand and tucked it into his trouser pocket. He had hardly noticed the sunlight poking in through his bedroom drapes so walking into the living room came as something of a shock. The sunlight managed to blind him before he got the chance to wave his wand and close the living room drapes. "Bloody hell," he muttered to himself, "it must be later than I thought."

Moving into the kitchen he popped some bread into the toaster and started the coffee. Stealing a glance at his old watch he realized that he had to be at work in nearly an hour. Time was moving far too quickly in his opinion, he had planned on having much more than this.

By the time Ginny came out of the shower Harry was well situated with The Daily Prophet, his toast, and his morning coffee. Giving Harry a quick peck on the cheek as she came in Ginny moved towards on the coffee.

"No Gin, you sit. I'll grab you your coffee."

Ginny sat, and though grateful couldn't fully hide her puzzlement. Harry was seldom chivalrous early in the morning. Never the less, her pleasure won out as she watched him putter about the kitchen. She couldn't stop herself from studying the way his muscles moved as he milled about. Like a fine wine Harry, and his body, had definitely improved with age.

"So Ginny, did you decide to move in with me yet?" Harry asked with his back still turned.

"Ah," Ginny thought to herself, "this explains the chivalry." Trying to keep the smile out of her voice she countered back, "sorry Harry but my answer stays. I am not moving in with you or any other boy until I get a ring on this finger."

Harry turned around and placed her coffee on the counter in front of her. Leaning over he brushed a wisp of hair out of her face and then whispered in her ear, "you sure?"

"Boy he is not making this easy," Ginny thought. She managed to gulp out an "uh huh" before Harry pulled away.

"Well than," he said brusquely, "will that ring do?"

Ginny looked to the spot where had gestured and sitting on the counter next to her coffee was a ring. Harry must have slipped it there when he moved in for the whisper. "I… Uh… What?" She stammered.

"Ginny," Harry said as he took the ring and moved around the counter so that he was standing in front of her, "I have loved you since I was sixteen years old. You are the first girl I fell in love with and I want you to be the last. I have been ready to marry you for four years and just had to wait until I thought you were ready."

Harry dropped to one knee and held the ring in front of him. "Will you marry me Ginny Weasley?"

"Harry you dolt!" Ginny exclaimed as she reached down to kiss him, "of course I will!" Harry kissed Ginny back before slipping the ring on her finger. It was very simple, and very beautiful. Ginny thought it was perfect. "Oh Harry. You really are quite extraordinary," she breathed.

Harry took her hands in his and moved his head back in for another whisper. Even if they were in a crowded room she would have been the only one who would have heard it. "I love you Ginerva Molly Weasley."

"I love you Harry James Potter," Ginny whispered back. They each pulled back a little and looked into the other's eyes, smiling.

Ginny was the one to finally break the silence. She ran her hands down his chest and they came to a halt very suggestively by his trouser buttons. "It's a shame there isn't something we could do to celebrate. After all, it's still early in the morning and all the shops and restaurants are still closed."

"Mmmm hmmm," Harry said catching on. He gradually began to walk backwards towards the bedroom, pulling Ginny with him. "A damn shame that we will just have to stay here and think of something. Something that we both like to do very much, something that doesn't require us to leave the flat."

"If only, if only," Ginny purred as she started to undo the knot in the tie around Harry's bathrobe, which she was still wearing. "You know, I think I'll stay here just a little longer."

Harry slammed the bedroom door.