Harry couldn’t 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 you’re 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.
"Couldn’t sleep," he confided.
"Me either," said Ginny. "Why don’t we go somewhere where we can talk? In the light."
"Where would that be?" Harry asked.
"Well, nobody’s in my room, since Hermione’s 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! He’s holding my hand! Ginny thought in awe. I can’t believe it!
Oh my God! I’m holding her hand! Harry thought. Why did I do that?
Ginny reached out and opened her door and let go of Harry’s hand so she could light the lamps. Darn it! I shouldn’t 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. "How’s you’re 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 don’t mind though, it gives me something to do. What about you? The aurors don’t give you homework?"
"Nope," Harry replied. "I’m free and clear until fall. What about Hermione? How’s she doing all this work while she’s on holiday with her parents?"
"She finished it within the first week of break," Ginny replied.
"That’s Hermione for you," Harry chuckled. "Wonder when Ron’s ever going to tell her how he feels."
"I don’t know, but he should. He’s letting the time go to waste. All this time they could have been together and weren’t."
"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 Harry’s 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 how’s that?" she asked, an impish gleam in her eyes.
"I love you," he said simply.
"Well," she replied. "It’s good that you finally got that off your chest. I guess I’d 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, it’s good you finally got that off your chest, I suppose."
Sighing in exasperation, she threw her arms around Harry’s 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 Ginny’s body. With an obvious effort, Harry pulled away. "Do you think we’re going to fast?" he asked her; not wanting to push her into anything that she wasn’t 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 Ginny’s bed. Harry was running his fingers through Ginny’s 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. "I’ll be right back," he said, standing up and pulling on his boxer shorts.
"Where are you going?" Ginny whispered. "Come back to bed."
"You’ll see," Harry said evasively. "I’ll 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 hadn’t unpacked. It was at the very bottom, of course, but he finally felt it and pulled it out, hurrying back to Ginny’s room.
She was sitting up in the bed, the sheets pulled tightly around her naked body. "Where’d 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 mother’s. 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 I’ve 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 sun’s gentle rays on their eyelids, they walked downstairs together, holding hands, ready to tell the good news to the rest of the Weasley family.
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