A/N: Here's the first chapter. I hope you enjoy. :) Thanks as always to Jonelle, my fabulous beta and all those who have read and commented to make this better.

Chapter One- The Plan

December 4, 1999

Ginny Weasley sat with her back leaning against two pillows propped on the headboard to the bed in her hotel room. Looking at the clock, she wondered if her teammate was going to make it back in time for curfew.

After the win they had over the Wigtown Wanderers, she was not surprised that Marisa wasn't back from celebrating at the pub where the team had congregated after showering and changing at the pitch. While Ginny wanted to celebrate the win as much as the rest of her team, she had begged off after one drink at the pub, claiming that she was exhausted. While she was tired, she had really wanted to finish her latest Venus Lovelace novel. Now she had only a few pages left to read. Turning the page, her eyes skimmed over the lines, imagining herself as the heroine who was being swept off her feet with Harry cast as the romantic hero, of course. If only Harry was this romantic! Her eyes drifted closed with the book still open on her lap.

Ginny walked into her flat, tossing her wand on the table beside her. She stretched her arms high above her head before releasing and letting out a huge yawn. When a blindfold was tied over her eyes, she started elbowing and kicking behind her. But a whisper stopped her struggles.

"You're fine, Gin. Don't worry. I'll keep you safe."

She knew that voice. The man she loved had a voice that melted her very core. Standing perfectly still, she whispered, "What are you doing? Why is there a blindfold on me?"

"You can't see everything yet, my love. Just a moment, I promise."

Ginny could hear things rushing by her head, but she wasn't sure what exactly was going on. She searched through her mental calendar trying to figure out if she forgot a birthday or anything, but nothing came to mind. What was Harry doing?, she thought.

After a few minutes, she was led across her living room into her small breakfast nook area. Her eyes were released from their dark prison and took a few moments to adjust to the candlelight that filled the room. Looking around, she saw candles in the window and on the table. Her counters were covered with daisies and pink roses. The table was laid with a fine bone china, on which her favourite meal was already served. Her eyes filled with tears when she saw Harry on one knee in front of her, holding a ring.

Jerking awake, Ginny sat straight up before running a hand through her hair. When Marisa came out of the bathroom, she looked startled to see Ginny awake.

"I'm sorry. I must have woken you up when I came in. I tried to be as quiet as I could. Sorry." Marisa worried at her lip.

"It's okay, 'Risa. I would have gotten a crick in my neck from sleeping that way anyway. So my body thanks you," Ginny said, smiling at her travelling roommate.

As her roommate continued her bedtime ritual, Ginny slid down under the covers to contemplate her latest dream. Here lately she had been having dreams of a more romantic Harry. Not that she would change anything about her Harry, well, that wasn't exactly true. She loved Harry with all her heart and knew that he loved her, but he didn't show it very well. She firmly believed that it was all his aunt's fault that he didn't know how to romance the girl he was in love with. Ginny wished she could just give him a stack of her romance novels and say 'Read and take notes.' But she couldn't do that to her Auror boyfriend. Instead she would just grin and bear it, like Dean used to always say.

Now what do you suppose would happen if I tried this?, she thought, looking down at the book still resting in her hands. The book was the typical boy meets girl, boy falls for girl, boy screws up, boy does everything he can to get her back and of course succeeds romance novel. Yet, in this particular book, the way he gets her back is by using different words to show her how much she means to him.

What if I used some words to show Harry exactly what I want him to be more like or rather what he could do to show his love more? But would he go for it? Probably not. Unless… she nodded. I asked him for this to be his Christmas present to me. That's all he would have to give me is to let me show him how much I love him using… how many words should I use?

Wait, I got a better idea. The first letter of the words will spell out what I want most from Harry--Romance. Seven letters for seven days. I can start on Christmas Eve since that's when Harry and I traditionally exchange gifts. Let's see. Romance- I need words that start with R-O-M-A-N-C-E. C is easy- cherish. N, she grinned. Naughty, definitely. R must be, she thought about it for a moment or two. Receptive. That's it. Engaging for E will work. A can be affectionate. He could definitely be more affectionate.

M and O. O. What starts with O? Obnoxious? Absolutely not. Officious? Sounds too much like Percy. Original? That works. Uh oh- M. Masculine? No, he's masculine enough, Mr. I'm-an-Auror. Magical? Well, duh, he's already that. Money? Another absolutely not. I don't care about his money. Mine? She smirked. Well, he is that. But really what I want most is more memories with him. That's it! Memorable.

Let's make sure I remember all my words: Receptive, Original, Memorable, Affectionate, Naughty, Cherish and Engaging. Yep, that's it. Her heart leapt at the idea of how much fun she and Harry could have with this idea. A smile wouldn't leave her face. Giving herself a little nod for a job well planned, she allowed herself to relax and slide off into sleep, knowing that she would be able to finish her plans between now and Christmas Eve.