Harry couldnít sleep. He wandered out of the bedroom that he shared with Ron--currently drooling on his pillow--and walked aimlessly through the halls. Suddenly he heard a noise coming from the end of the hall and was instantly alert. His eyes searched the darkness for the source of the noise, as he crept forward in the complete darkness.
"Ow! Watch where youíre going would you?" said a voice. A female voice.
"Ginny! What are you doing wandering the halls at this time of night?" Harry asked.
"Harry? I could ask you the same thing," she replied.
"Couldnít sleep," he confided.
"Me either," said Ginny. "Why donít we go somewhere where we can talk? In the light."
"Where would that be?" Harry asked.
"Well, nobodyís in my room, since Hermioneís on holiday with her parents," she replied.
"Sounds good," said Harry, grabbing her hand and carefully negotiating the halls in the darkness, careful not to bump into anything.
Oh my God! Heís holding my hand! Ginny thought in awe. I canít believe it!
Oh my God! Iím holding her hand! Harry thought. Why did I do that?
Ginny reached out and opened her door and let go of Harryís hand so she could light the lamps. Darn it! I shouldnít have let go!! She thought mentally hitting herself.
"Have a seat," Ginny said, gesturing to her bed, very aware of the fact that Harry was not wearing a shirt. Harry sat down and she did the same, a safe distance from him.
"So....," Harry said. "Howís youíre summer been?" he asked.
"Ok," Ginny replied. "I still have lots of work to do for Healer training though."
"Really? They give you work during your break?" Harry asked inquisitively.
"Yep," she replied. "I donít mind though, it gives me something to do. What about you? The aurors donít give you homework?"
"Nope," Harry replied. "Iím free and clear until fall. What about Hermione? Howís she doing all this work while sheís on holiday with her parents?"
"She finished it within the first week of break," Ginny replied.
"Thatís Hermione for you," Harry chuckled. "Wonder when Ronís ever going to tell her how he feels."
"I donít know, but he should. Heís letting the time go to waste. All this time they could have been together and werenít."
"So you think that if someone likes someone as more than a friend they should tell them, no matter what?" Harry asked.
"Absolutely," she replied.
"What about you?" Harry asked, surreptitiously sliding closer to her on the bed. "Have you wasted any time not telling someone how you feel?"
"Yeah, I have," Ginny replied quietly, looking down, and not meeting Harryís eyes.
"Me too," he said softly, gently lifting her head, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "Ginny, I should have told you a long time ago how I feel about you."
"And howís that?" she asked, an impish gleam in her eyes.
"I love you," he said simply.
"Well," she replied. "Itís good that you finally got that off your chest. I guess Iíd better go tell Dean how I feel about him," she said standing up and heading towards the door.
"Oh," Harry said, sounding very disappointed. "Um, good luck with that then," he muttered, his eyes downcast.
Suddenly she whirled around and walked back toward Harry, her thin nightgown billowing in her wake. "I was just kidding Harry. It was a joke," she said, sitting back down, much nearer than she was before.
"Very funny," Harry said, still not looking at her directly.
"Harry," she began. "I love you too." Harry looked back up into her eyes at this, searching for any sign that she was poking fun at him again. Finding none, he said: "Well, itís good you finally got that off your chest, I suppose."
Sighing in exasperation, she threw her arms around Harryís neck and kissed him for all she was worth. Harry responded slowly at first and then with more enthusiasm as the kiss progressed, his hands restlessly caressing Ginnyís body. With an obvious effort, Harry pulled away. "Do you think weíre going to fast?" he asked her; not wanting to push her into anything that she wasnít ready for.
"No," she said lightly, pushing him back onto bed and settling herself on top of him, curving into his body. She then sat up and began to pull the nightgown over her head, exposing herself to Harry. Leaning over, she kissed him again, as his hands began to roam her body again.
Taking charge, Harry flipped them so that he was on top, never breaking their kiss as Ginny began to slide his pajama pants down, followed by his boxers, as he kicked them off from around his ankles. Harry felt electricity like a bolt of lightning run through him as their bare skin touched. Relishing the moment, he bent down whispering into her ear. "I love you, Ginny."
"I love you too," she whispered back.
One Year Later
Harry and Ginny lay exhausted in Ginnyís bed. Harry was running his fingers through Ginnyís hair and looking lovingly into her eyes, while she smiled at him, unable to contain her happiness.
All of a sudden, Harry was struck by a whim. "Iíll be right back," he said, standing up and pulling on his boxer shorts.
"Where are you going?" Ginny whispered. "Come back to bed."
"Youíll see," Harry said evasively. "Iíll back in a minute, I promise.
"Hurry back then, love," Ginny replied.
"I will," he whispered, exiting her room and heading back to the room he shared with Ron, searching in the darkness for something in the trunk he still hadnít unpacked. It was at the very bottom, of course, but he finally felt it and pulled it out, hurrying back to Ginnyís room.
She was sitting up in the bed, the sheets pulled tightly around her naked body. "Whereíd you go?" she asked curiously.
"I had to get something," he replied, bending down on one knee in front of her. "Ginny, will you marry me?" he asked, holding the ring he had retrieved from his trunk in front of him, gazing up at her hopefully.
She gasped, not believing her eyes. Harry took the opportunity to tell her about the ring. "It was my motherís. My father proposed to her with this ring. It was in my vault at Gringotts, along with a letter saying that it should go to the girl of my dreams. And Iíve found her."
"Oh, my," she said, still not able to formulate an entire sentence.
"So what do you say?" he asked. "Will you be my wife?"
Unable to speak, Ginny just nodded. Harry slipped the ring onto her finger and practically jumped up from the floor, hugging her joyfully. Ginny hugged him back, crying tears of happiness.
They lay in her bed until morning, locked in a tight embrace. Awakening to the sunís gentle rays on their eyelids, they walked downstairs together, holding hands, ready to tell the good news to the rest of the Weasley family.