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It's Just A Question by lizmusic45
Chapter 1 : All it is, is a couple of words.
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 Rain pours outside as I sit on the couch in Harry’s flat with a warm blanket wrapped around me, grateful for the day off from Quidditch practice.  It’s ironic that on a cloudy day like today I’m reading a book with a bright sunshine yellow cover.  I rest the book against my knees and wrap my hands around a mug of hot chocolate.

No plans, no nerves, no worries. My day is filled with peace.

Not on the other side of London

The office is nice and warm, and I’m probably the only one who isn’t dreading the walk home. I’m worried about what happens when I arrive at home. I’m worried about that question that I’ve been trying to ask her for the past month.

The first time I tried to ask her was when I decided to take Ginny out to dinner. I was about to ask the question when she had suddenly raced to the bathroom and puked. Apparently the food had not gone well with her.

I took her out to dinner again and tried to ask her for the second time, and again the food was bad, and again she raced to the bathroom and puked.

I thought it best that we should stop going out for dinner.

The third time I tried asking her was when we were at the playground, and I was pushing Teddy on the swing.  Teddy had decided that he wanted to learn how to fly without a broomstick and jumped off the swing. We had to take him to St. Mungo’s after that incident. 

The fourth time we were at my flat and about ten minutes before I was about to ask her the question the building had to be evacuated because someone had left their popcorn on the stove-top for too long.

Then there’s the other countless times where I attempted to get only the first words out and ended up too nervous and didn’t say anything about it at all. Even though she wasn’t throwing up, nobody was injured, and nobody left their food on the stove for too long, I couldn’t do it.

How do you ask the perfect person, a question like that?


The door opens and Harry walks in sopping wet all the way through, and still holding a soaking wet newspaper over his head.

I know its mean, but I can’t help but smile. “I told you to take an umbrella,” I say, walking over to him.

“I didn’t know you were here,” says Harry, kissing me on the cheek. “You just made my day ten times better.”

I roll my eyes, mocking exasperation. “You’re soaking,” I say, stating the obvious as I brush his hair back. I lean up to kiss him. “Now go and get dried off, I have Quidditch practice tomorrow and I don’t want to get sick.” 

It takes ten minutes until Harry comes out, thankfully dry, but looking like a porcupine.  I look over at him, and shake my head. “Come here will you?”

I reach over and attempt to tame his unruly hair. “Harry Handsome Potter,” I tease. “It’s got a nice ring to it.”

Harry takes me by the waist and kisses me. I wrap my hands around his neck and it’s like I’m about to burst.

“You’re in a good mood today aren’t you?” I ask, teasing him a little as I sit back on the couch, and pick up my book, just to annoy him.

Harry doesn’t say anything in response, but just looks at me and gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing. I watch as he brushes some of his paperwork away, and sits on the coffee table across from me.

 “Can we talk about something? He asks, nervously wringing his hands together.

I put down my book, and put my legs down, patting the seat beside me. “Sure, we can,” I say, trying to sound reassuring because he looks so nervous. “Are you ok?”

“It all depends,” says Harry, taking the seat beside me.

“The question are you ok, “all depends”?”  I ask, giving him a rather confused look. “On what?”

“On how you answer,” Harry replies, and I notice his hands are shaking a bit.

“Harry what’s wrong with you?” I ask, taking his hands and wrapping them in mine. “Did you get hit with something at work?”

 Harry laughs shakes his head no, and takes one of his hands back to scratch the back of his neck. “It’s kind of a big question, so I will understand if you say no.  And even if you do say no I’ll still love you, I’ll just try again another day.”

I pull my legs up and rest my chin on my knees while raising my eyebrows. “Harry,” I say, looking at him. “Why are you so nervous? Are you really worried about my answer?”

Harry looks straight at me and smiles. “To be honest, a little bit, yeah,” he says, relaxing at bit. “How would you feel if you had to ask the best thing that has ever happened to you, a question where there is only a fifty percent, or more chance of them saying, “No, you absolute creep”?”

I bite my lip to hide my smile. “I promise, I won’t say “no you creep”. Though how am I the best thing that has ever happened to you? We’ve only been dating for what, two years?”

Harry gives me a look. “What a stupid question,” he mutters, rolling his eyes. “First of all you’re so damn beautiful, second you’re fantastic at Quidditch, third-.”

“Ok, ok,” I say, waving my hands to get him to stop, even though I kind of wish he would go on, and on. “That’s really nice and almost surprising thing for you to say.”

 Harry shrugs. “It’s true,” he says simply.

I lean forward and kiss him softly. “I’m really lucky to have you,” I whisper. “It’s stupid that you’re so nervous. Just ask me ok?”

If I thought that was going to help then I must have not been thinking clearly, because Harry looks much more nervous than he did before and that’s saying something.

Then it hits me: Harry’s going to ask to me to marry him.

Oh, dear god.

I can’t say yes, I’m nineteen! I mean I love Harry, but marriage! That’s a big step! Marriage leads to a lot of things, like a house, a big wedding that your mum will take over, and what about my Quidditch career?  Wait, if he wants to get married now does that mean he wants kids?

I stare at Harry with my mouth slightly agape. “How long have you wanted to ask this question?”

Harry looks up from his feet, and stops muttering. “Well, for a month, actually,” says Harry, looking at me curiously.

I bite my lip, now wondering how I can say no nicely. “Well, why don’t you just ask,” I reply, feeling that we should just get this part over with, so I can feel like a total meanie after I crush Harry’s heart.

Obviously sarcasm.

 “Well,” says Harry. “I’ve been thinking, and I know this is a big step, so it’s ok if you don’t answer right away.”

I nod, letting him continue. Maybe I could suggest a long engagement, oh, but Mum would be a nightmare to deal with.

“I just thought that since we spend 90% of our time together. Why don’t we just spend the extra ten?” asks Harry, looking at me.

“Harry I can’t,” I say, hating myself for doing so. “I’m nineteen, and I’m just not ready for something like that. I love you, and I know that I would like to spend the rest of my life with you, but I’m just not mature enough for something like that.”

Harry, instead of looking more nervous or upset looks confused. “I get it,” says Harry, trying to smile. “Not a big deal.”

“I’m so sorry,” I reply, feeling awful.

“It’s ok,” says Harry, smiling now. “Don’t be upset, it’s not a big deal.”

I rest my head on his shoulder. “I’m a total meanie,” I murmur.

Harry laughs. “No you’re not,” he says, kissing the side of my head. “You’re wonderful, you’re just not ready and Gin, that’s fine.”

“I still feel bad, seeing how nervous you were,” I murmur, the feeling of guilt building up inside of me.

Harry kisses the side of my head. “It’s ok. You’re not ready to move in with me, that’s fine.” He stands up to get himself a cup of coffee.

“Wait…what?” I ask, perking up. “You wanted me to move in with you?”

Harry comes back and passes me a mug, and sits on the coffee table again. “Well, yeah, what did you think I was talking about?”

“No, give me a minute. You wanted me to move in your flat, and we’d still be just boyfriend and girlfriend?” I ask, knowing there’s got to be a catch here. I can’t be that stupid.

“Yes,” says Harry, drawing out the word.

I am that stupid.

I bite my lip to hide my smile. “Yeah, sure, I’d like that.”  Harry opens his mouth, but I cut across him. “Don’t ask – I’m a little out of it today.”

Harry smiles, and sits beside me. The rain pours, and pours while we sit, talk, and enjoy a mug filled with bitter coffee. Maybe I am out of it today or maybe it’s the weather.  Whichever one it is I know I’m as happy as a clam that’s not getting thrown into boiling water.

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