Harry looked up from his shopping list and smiled. It had taken him all day, but he'd finally finished in Diagon Alley. He looked at his battered watch and thought, I've still got time. Ginny would be coming over to watch the Canons game later, but that wasn't for a few more hours.
"Harry!" someone cried. He looked over to see Hermione standing in the doorway of Flourish and Blotts.
"Hermione! How are you? I didn't think I'd see you until tomorrow!"
"I'm fine. I had to get the new Moreena Stillwater book for Ginny's birthday. She told me she couldn't wait for it to come out." Harry smiled. Leave it to Hermione to get someone a book for their birthday. "Any idea what you're getting her?" Hermione questioned.
Harry smiled thoughtfully before responding. "I've already gotten it."
"What? Not a another Canon's shirt, is it? 'Cause Ron got her one of those."
"No, it's much better than that."
"Are you planning to tell me what it is, or is it a surprise for everyone?" Hermione laughed after he didn't continue.
"Well..." he considered. He bent down and whispered in her ear.
"Oh my god! She'll be absolutely thrilled!' Hermione gasped, wrapping him in a hug.
"You think so?"
"Absolutely! To tell you the truth, I think she’s kind of expecting it. It has been 7 years since you got back together.”
“Well, if she asks, you know nothing.”
“Of course. Are you still going to be able to come for dinner tomorrow?"
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he smiled down at her.
Harry looked down at his watch again. "I have to go. Ginny's coming over tonight to watch the game."
"Bye Harry! I'll see you tomorrow!"
Ginny apparated to Harry's flat right before the match started.
“Hello, gorgeous,” he grinned when he opened the door.
“Oh. I’m sorry. I think I have the wrong door. I’m looking for a tall guy with black hair. He’s got a lightning bolt scar and is incredibly sexy. You wouldn’t know where I could find him, would you?” she laughed.
“Hmmmm… Can’t recall anyone by that description. Are you sure he lives around here?”
“I’m pretty sure he does,” she murmured, standing on her tiptoes to press her lips against his. He tried to lean into the kiss, but she pulled away. “But maybe he doesn’t,” she grinned, pushing by him into the apartment.
“Would you be needing any help finding your misplaced man?.”
“Well what do you know! This just happens to be my missing boy’s flat. Thanks for the help. I would give you something in thanks, but I don’t seem to have anything on my person right now,” she smiled.
“Well, I think some sort of thanks can be a arranged.” He pulled her toward him. “Maybe something like this?” He leaned down slowly and gently touched her lips with his. She tried to lean into the kiss like he had tried in the door way, but he pulled away. “We have a game to watch, don’t we?”
“You might just be right,” she grinned and sauntered over to the couch. Damn, I’m lucky, he thought. He vaulted over the back of the couch and turned on the tv. Ginny laughed when he almost tripped over the coffee table because he was looking at her. “You like what you see?” she smirked, stretching her legs out on the couch.
“You’re way too good for me,” he said, sitting down next to her and resting his feet on the coffee table. “Have I ever told you that before?” He put his arm around her shoulders.
“Oh, you might have mentioned it once or twice. Any idea what’s happening next week?” she questioned, looking up at him.
“You mean besides the Tornados Canon game? No idea,” he joked.
“You seriously don’t remember? How can you forget?” she frowned, thinking he’d been serious.
“You really think I would forget your birthday? Come on, have a little faith. I’m not that hopeless. Am I?”
“Of course not. I just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t pull a Ron and remember last minute. Do you remember how at Christmas, he accidently gave me the coffee mug I’d gotten him for his birthday?”
“Yeah. That was pretty funny. You didn’t talk to him for days, and I had to be his messenger to you. He came up with some of the lamest ways to apologize I think I’ve ever heard of,” he chuckled.
“Yeah, well, you have to admit, they did kind of work. I’m talking to him now, aren’t I?”
“I think so. You can never tell when he’s done something to piss you off and when you’ve forgiven him.”
“True,” she laughed.
“YES!” screamed Ginny. The Canon’s seeker had just made an amazing catch, pushing them into a win. “One step closer to the playoffs!” she cried, standing up and dancing around the room.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” laughed Harry. “It’s still the beginning of the season.” But you look incredibly sexy when you do that, he thought to himself.
Ginny sat down in his lap and nuzzled into his neck. “You’ve got that look in your eye,” she giggled.
“Do I?” he gulped, fighting not to shiver as her hand massaged his leg.
“Yeah. And it’s really turning me on,” she purred, lifting up her head to look at him. Her hands found their way to his chest and she pushed him against the couch. She leaned closer, but stopped right before she met his lips. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t have to convince me to do anything about it.”
He grabbed her hands and flipped her over so that she was against the couch. “No problem,” he grinned and kissed her hungrily. She threaded her hands into his hair and pulled him closer. His hand roamed along the hem of her shirt, and she grinned against his lips, knowing it wouldn’t be long before his hands found their way up to her bra. He pulled away unexpectedly. ”How about we go somewhere more comfortable?” he whispered roughly. She shivered and nodded her head. He pulled her up with him and led her down the hall. He pushed open the door at the end of the hallway. Glad I actually cleaned in here this morning, Harry thought, looking at the made bed. He turned around to pull her into the room and was met with a passionate kiss. They stumbled into he room, still kissing, and fell onto the inviting bed.
Ginny pulled away and breathlessly whispered, “I love you.”
He kissed her gently. “I love you, too.”
“Good,” she murmured and pulled him toward her. When their lips met, Harry was more gentle, caressing her lips tenderly. Her hands fumbled with his shirt buttons as his explored the skin just under the hem of her shirt. After she reached the last button, she pulled the shirt off of him. She brought her hands up to his chest and felt the hard muscle. Harry took his lips away from hers to and lifted Ginny’s shirt over her head. The sight of her still took his breath away.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, stroking her cheek. She smiled and took his hand. She kissed it lightly, her thumb running along his wrist. Harry was instantly filled with a desire to kiss the life out of her and do much more with her, but contented himself with just her exposed neck. She moaned as his lips moved down her neck and toward her breasts. He reached around her to unclasp the bra that was in his way. That was when she noticed something hard digging into her right leg. She lost control and giggled uncontrollably.
“What?” he murmured.
“Nothing. Just this,” she slid her hand down the front of his pants and fingered his arousal. He moaned and pressed into her hand. “You know,” she laughed, ”this would be so much easier if you were out of your pants.”
“As you wish, madame,” he gasped, his voice ragged with longing. She extracted her hand and undid the buttoned jeans. She moved so that she was on top of him, sitting on her haunches. She pulled off the rest of his clothing, including his boxers.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” she said, her voice husky. She slid backwards, until she was at the bottom of his legs.
“What are you doing?” he questioned, resting on his elbows to get a look at her.
“You’ll see,” she grinned. She leaned down and parted his legs. She started to kiss the inside of his legs. He fell backwards with a groan and writhed against the touch of her lips. Ginny loved the control she had over him. She stopped and reached under him. The handful of ass she grabbed was hard, which she knew from seeing it so many times. He moaned again and panted, his breath coming short. She gave him a moment to think she was done, and then licked his hardness. He gasped with pleasure.
She moved up to look at him. “You’re… amazing,” he breathed.
“Am I?” she teased. She relished the way he looked her up and down longingly. His gaze lingered at her lacy underwear. “You can take them off, you know.”
He grinned. “You read my mind.” He reached over and slowly pulled down her panties. He tossed them over his shoulder and moved closer to her. His lips met hers and Harry’s hands found her back. He traced her spine with his finger until he met it’s base. He placed his hands on her butt and pulled her lower regions toward him. Her fingers raked down his back, until yearning over took him. He rolled onto her.
He kneaded the inside of her leg. She grinned, knowing what was coming. He parted her legs, and lowered himself into her depths.
Morning found Ginny covered in the thin sheets, curled inside the curve of Harry’s body. His arm rested on her waist, keeping her close. She woke before him and rolled over to look at him. She was more than happy to just lay there and stare at Harry’s peaceful face. He opened his eyes slowly and smiled when he saw her.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she murmured, reaching up to stroke is cheek.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he smiled. “You were incredible last night.” He leaned over and started kissing her neck.
“So were you,” she purred. She wanted to stay there forever, but she knew a new day was starting and she couldn’t stop it. She pulled away from him and cupped his face in her hand. “Hate to break it to you, love, but I have to go to work.”
“Awww, no time for a quick shag?” he groaned, half joking, half serious.
Ginny smirked and kissed him lightly before saying, “Sorry, but no. Wish I could though.” She slid her hand down his side and kneaded his hip. “Maybe tonight,” she laughed before getting out of the bed. She walked over to the pile of clothes and picked up her bra and panties. Harry sat up and watched her pull them on.
This is how I want to spend the rest of my life, he thought. And then he remembered something. I was waiting for next week, but I don’t want to wait any longer. He got up, and went over to his dresser. He opened up a drawer and pulled out a pair of boxers, as well as a small box he had kept there, waiting for Ginny’s birthday. He pulled on the boxers and went over her.
He got down on one knee behind her. “Ginny?”
“Yeah?” She didn’t turn around, but clasped her bra instead.
“Can I ask you a question?” he asked, clearing his throat.
“Of coarse,” she laughed.
“It would help If you turned around.” She turned around and gasped. She hadn’t been expecting this.
“Ginny Weasley, will you marry me?” Harry asked, opening the box to reveal a small diamond on a gold band. Ginny squealed and jumped into his arms, kissing him repeatedly. “I take that as a yes.”
Ron Weasley stared at his girlfriend, wondering how he got so lucky. He walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist, careful not to knock over the pan she was using. He nuzzled his face in her neck and murmured things in her ear.
“Ron, I don’t have time for this. Harry and Ginny are going to be here any minute,” scowled Hermione.
“I know, but you just look so sexy when your rushed.” He rested his chin on her shoulder.
She twisted around in his arms to face him. “If you let me work, I’ll let you do anything you want after they leave,” Hermione purred, wrapping her arms around his neck. She grinned from ear to ear when she felt him shiver.
“Alright.” The doorbell rang. “That’d be them,” Ron sighed, leaning down to kiss her.
“You don’t look too excited,” Hermione laughed. “You’d think you didn’t want to see your sister and best friend. Since you don’t seem intent on moving, I’ll go get the door.” She walked out of the kitchen, swaying her hips seductively, knowing Ron was watching her every move.
“Ginny! You look fantastic!” Ron heard Hermione exclaim.
“You do, too.” That was his sister speaking. He walked out of his kitchen just in time to see them hug. That was when he noticed something glint on Ginny’s left hand.
“Ginny? What’s on your hand?” he asked, knowing all too well what it was.
She drew away from Hermione with a sheepish look on her face. Harry wrapped his arm around her waist and grinned down at her. Ginny held out her hand to show her brother.
“You’re engaged!” shouted Hermione. “Oh my god! I’m so happy for you!”
When Harry looked at Ron, he saw the same startled look he’d seen in 6th year. “You alright, mate?” he asked, worried about what his friend would say.
“W-w-wha… WE”RE GOING TO BE BROTHERS!” he cried, a smile bursting onto his lips. Harry couldn’t help but grin at this reaction.
“Wait. Harry. Didn’t you say you were going t ask her on her birthday?” Hermione wondered out loud.
“Yeah,” he beamed.
“Wait. You knew about this? Doesn’t anyone tell me anything anymore?” groaned Ron.
“Well, yes to the first question, and I don’t really think I want to answer the second one,” Hermione giggled. “I’m so happy for you guys!” She enveloped both Harry and Ginny in a hug. “I’d love to stand her and chat, but I think the dinner’s burning,” she sniffed the air and went into the kitchen.
“So. Are you going to ask her soon?” Harry whispered to Ron.
“Why did I tell YOU what I’m planning on doing when you didn’t tell me?”
“Hey, I was going to tell you, but I haven’t talked to you since before I got the ring. Are you going to ask her, or what?”
“I’m going, I’m going!” laughed Ron.
Ginny turned to Harry when Ron entered the kitchen and asked, ”Is there something I should know about?”
“You’ll see,” he smiled, kissing her lightly on the lips.
Ron walked into the kitchen, fiddling with the object in his pocket. He walked over to Hermione, who was at the stove, again, and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Well, this doesn’t seem familiar,” she laughed when he nuzzled into her neck.
“Can I ask you a question?” he whispered in her ear.
“You just did,” she laughed.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring. He turned her around and asked, “Will you marry me?”