I found Harry out by an oak tree in my backyard and approach him cautiously. He looks at me and I can see the sadness etched on his face. He sighs and gestures for me to sit down next to him so I do and wait for him to speak.
"I really messed things up for me and Ginny didn't I?" He finally asks. I look at him like he's crazy. He's worried about Ginny, what about Hermione? Wasn't she the one he just proposed to?
"Harry you do realize you proposed to Hermione right?" I ask confused. He gives me this look that clearly means that he is aware. "Well, then why are you worried about Ginny?"
Harry shrugs, "Maybe because I'm so in love with her that I can't stand the thought of her never talking to me again?" I see his face has some dried tears on it and I get uncomfortable. How could he do that to my sister and Hermione who could basically be my other sister?
"If you love Ginny why'd you ask Hermione to marry you?"
"Because I'm scared Ron! I know me and 'Mione would be okay with eachother. We put up with eachother for years and I know we could be happy but what if Ginny and I wouldn't be?" Harry asks completely serious.
"You must be joking. Ginny is in love with you. She never stops talking about you! Harry you're being a git right now just by sitting here you need to go explain yourself to both of them...maybe you should go to Ginny first she'll be the harder of the two to get to see your way."
Harry stands and sighs, "Alright. Wish me luck."
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George's POV:
I look at Hermione and smile. She would choose me over Harry, the Harry Potter! She gives me a worried look as she knocks on Ginny's door so I squeeze her hand. The door swings open to reveal Ginny in a frantic state. Everything in her room was thrown around and broken. It looked as if a tornado had rolled through. Apprehensively, I step in and Hermione quickly follows. Ginny looks at us and tears well up in her eyes. She bolts over to me and encloses me in a hug. I sigh in relief and wrap my arms around her. Hermione bites her lip and I can tell she is worried about what Ginny will say to her so I give her an encouraging smile as ginny pulls away from me.
"Ginny, I'm so sorry," Hermione starts, "I had no idea."
Ginny glares at her and shrugs, "Well, maybe if you could keep your hands off of him it wouldn't have happened." Hermione's mouth drops open. "Don't think I didn't notice you throwing yourself at him. The reason he likes you is because you're easy."
This is where I was about to step in but before I had the chance to Hermione turned red in rage and rounded on Ginny.
"I'm easy?! You have got to be kidding me!" she shrieked.
Ginny looks at her and smirks, "Well, lets see you shagged two of my brothers, made out with Viktor Krum and I wouldn't be surprised if you and Harry had something going on behind my back. You guys are always so touchy feely. I should've seen this coming." She shurgs, "So, when's the wedding?"
Then it hit me. Ginny thinks Hermione said yes. I look at Hermione to see her anger die down some and I let out the breathe I didn't know I took.
"I said no," Hermione said as calm as she could.
Ginny looks at her in shock. Then she looks at me so I nod to confirm what Hermione had said. She just collapses at our feet and sobs.
"How could he do this to me?" She cried. "I love him!"
Then Harry walked in and it was all I could do to not wring his neck.
Harry's POV:
I look at the beautiful girl sobbing on the floor and automatically feel like an arse. I love her and I let her down. I had done the most horrible thing I could, asked someone else to marry me. Yet, here I was ready to beg for forgiveness.
George looks like he is about to kill me and I don't blame him. First, I ask his girlfriend to marry me then I break his little sister's heart. If I were him I would punch me in the face right now but Hermione grabs his arm and whispers something in his ear so he looks back at Ginny and picks her up. Then he places her in her bed and walks out without a second glance at me.
"Harry, look we should let her rest..." Hermione whispers and nods to the door. I just nod and follow her out.
Once we were back downstairs Hermione walks up to George and wraps her arms around his waist and burries her head in his chest. I know the only reason she is doing this is to reassure him that she doesn't love me. Surprisingly, I'm perfectly okay with that and smile at how happy they look with eachother. I know that after the war everything had become a mess for her but George helped her figure things out and they created a stable relationship. Eventhough Ron was still upset about it I knew he'd get over it because he wanted her to be happy just as much as I did.
"Look guys," I start and get both of their attentions, "I love Ginny. The reason I proposed to you Hermione is because I was scared." She looks at me confused and I continue, "You have always put up with me and I knew you and I could be happy together because we are best friends. I wasn't sure if me and Ginny could make it but now I know that my love for her is stronger than anything else."
Hermione's face visibly brightens. As for George, he still looked unsure.
"So, what you're saying is you were willing to break my sister's heart because you were scared?" He asks. I nod. "You fought bloody Voldermort! And you are scared of Ginny?"
"Well, I couldn't imagine dissapointing her so I thought it'd just be easier for me to end it while we were on a good note..."
"That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard."
I whip my head around to see Ginny standing behind me. But she is smiling.
"Gin, I am so sorry. I was just so...confused. I've never felt like this before and I can't explain what I was thinking because I don't even know what I was thinking."
She comes up to me and wraps her arms around me and I happily wrap my arms around her too. I breathe in the scent of her hair and know that she is the one for me. We pull apart to see that George and Hermione had conveniently slipped out of the room. I look at Ginny and pull out the ring I had attempted to give Hermione.
"Ginny, will you marry me?"
She merely nods as I slip the ring on her finger, where it belongs.
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