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Chapter 1 : The Proposal
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I should also add that I don't own Romeo and Juliet, nor anything associated with it.
Ginny Weasley giggled as Harry Potter, her boyfriend, fed her strawberries dipped in chocolate and gazed dreamily into his green, almond-shaped eyes.
Any other seventeen-year-old, or indeed any man of any age, would have felt like an absolute idiot giving up his man card, but Harry was a special kind of teenager. In fact, Harry was such a special and thoughtful boyfriend to his girlfriend that he had managed to completely redecorate the Astronomy Tower where the two of them sat, making it into a warm, comforting and romantic place.
Ginny had let her hair out for the evening and had carefully applied makeup to enhance her already Veela-like features. She had used a thin line of black eyeliner on her eyes, followed by a few coats of mascara. She had carefully lined her lips and filled them in a pale pink, before adding a little bit of blush to her cheeks to give them a healthy, sun-kissed look. She was wearing a strapless, long black dress. The bodice of the dress fitted tightly around the top of her body with intricate beadwork covering the dress until a hem drew the dress into her waist. The skirt of the dress flared out at her hips and gently touched the ground. She had also slipped into a pair of strappy black heels with sliver beading along the straps.
Harry had also put thought into his attire for the evening. His hair, forever doomed to stick up at the back, was windswept in a way that hair stylists usually spend hours on, but looked very natural and had only taken him a few minutes to do. He was wearing a red-and-black checkered long-sleeved collared shirt with white buttons all the way down the shirt. He had paired the shirt with a pair of dark jeans which had white stitching on the pockets. He was also wearing a pair of black dress shoes.
Neither Harry nor Ginny thought their mature-for-their-age attire was in the least bit strange. Both of them were of the firm belief that every teenager must dress to the nines when spending a romantic evening with their significant other. They were also both sure that most other teenagers would be thinking in a similar manner.
Harry had managed to take away the chill in the air that most people would experience on such a tall structure due to the high altitude. Magic had been involved, but was so complex, that it does not need to be described in detail; rather, it should simply be implied. He had requested the House Elves of Hogwarts to prepare a feast for him and Ginny that they had readily agreed to doing, despite the fact that they were tiny creatures who had to maintain an entire castle full of dirty and hungry teenagers. He had even managed to clear up both his and Ginny's schedules from pesky things like homework that fill the nights of most other teenagers if they have any hope of getting anywhere in life.
Harry Potter was now an Elemental. He could control all the Elements of the world. Air, Fire, Wind, Water and Earth. Only one Elemental had existed previously, Merlin, who was also conveniently the most famous wizard of all time with any decent amount of power, if you take away the Founders, Gellert Grindelwald, Lord Voldemort and Albus Dumbledore. Harry now had control of all the elementals and could command them to do anything at his will. Anything.
Harry had been given his powers by Lord Voldemort during the Final Battle. Harry had not applied enough forward-thinking to get himself another wand that would actually be able to perform an act of violence against arguably the most evil wizard of all time and who was making his life a living hell. Therefore, similar to his fourth year, the two wands had connected due to their similar cores and in a display of magic that defies all laws of physics and magic itself, powers that Lord Voldemort had never possessed had infested themselves into Harry. Harry was unsure what he would do with such powers since they wouldn't serve him much purpose in the rest of his life since Lord Voldemort had been defeated, but he was happy to have a few more lines added to his Chocolate Card.
Some people had found it odd that a boy who had previously not shown any real promise in any other aspects of his magic abilities could handle such a huge increase in his magical power, but Harry had proved them wrong when he had defeated Lord Voldemort. How this happened is irrelevant because the defeat of Lord Voldemort had brought about absolute peace everywhere in the world overnight, such is the power of magic. Everyone was happy and the war was now pretty much forgotten as everyone focussed on moving forward and going back to their normal lives like nothing had happened, least of all an epic battle that should have, in any other circumstance, caused months, if not years, of grief, guilt and hardship. In the wizarding world, the end of a war brings about instantaneous happiness and peace.
As Harry moved his green, almond-shaped eyes to the loving eyes of his girlfriend, he sighed as she sent a wave of love over him that rocked his core and spoke to his soul.
Harry and Ginny did not quite understand how it happened, but the two had become soul-bonded as a result of the Final Battle. Despite the decidedly creepy idea of it, the two were now effectively the same person. They both could hear the other person's thoughts and feel the other person's feelings. This made things awkward for everyone around them when they decided to have conversations in their heads, but all their friends were surprisingly understanding and did not mention the long silences that the two would find themselves in.
Harry fed another strawberry to Ginny and watched, transfixed, as she licked a drop of chocolate from her lower lip. Ginny did not understand the effect that this small gesture of personal maintenance had on her hormone-filled boyfriend and continued to look innocently at Harry, ignoring the way that he visibly shuddered when he saw the tip of her tongue move slowly across her lips.
Taking a few deep breaths and trying to get his body out of control, Harry held Ginny's hand and slowly pulled her up along with him, smiling at the look of confusion on her face.
'I have a surprise for you,' Harry said to Ginny, communicating silently to her.
'Oh, Harry!' Ginny's eyes filled with tears at the thought of her thoughtful boyfriend as she gazed into his almond-shaped pools of emerald. How had she managed to find someone so sweet, so loving?
Harry took a deep breath and slipped his hand in his pocket and smiled as his hand brushed against something hard. He slowly brought his hand out of his pocket and smiled as Ginny's eyes fell on the small velvet-covered box that he held in his hand.
A hand flew to Ginny's mouth, her red hair falling around her and making her look like an angel, as Harry knelt on one knee.
Holding her small hand in his larger ones, Harry's beautiful emerald-coloured eyes looked into her own eyes and launched into a drama-filled speech that teenagers are so well-known for. He could have done the speech silently, but chose to speak out loud. A half-thought had crossed his mind about perhaps recording this moment, but he had thought better of it since he was not sure if his recorded voice saying romantic things may have ended up being duplicated and causing all of his female fans to have conniptions all around the world as if he was saying a romantic poetry such as a few lines from the famous Muggle play, Romeo and Juliet.
There was also the small fact that Muggle electronic devices did not function within the Hogwarts walls.
"Ginny Weasley," he began, willing his gorgeous emerald-eyes to not fill with tears when he saw Ginny struggle to not cry.
"I love you. I love you so much that I can barely see straight. You're the first thing I think of in the morning and the last thing I think of before I go to sleep. No matter what I do throughout the day, you are never far away from my thoughts. I don't know what life would be without you. I have known you since I was first introduced to the wizarding world and you have been a huge part of my life ever since. I still remember the first time you kissed me in the Gryffindor Common Room and I know that it was the most wonderful moment of my life. You are the reason I live. Whenever I see your face, your eyes, your hair, your hands, all I want to do is hold you in my arms and never let you go. When you cry, I want to cry. When you laugh, I laugh. I feel like my life is a black abyss devoid of light if I do not get the chance to experience the wonder and beauty that is you every day. I don't want to ever feel like that way. If you were ever taken away from me, I would be like a moth flying towards a light which was suddenly switched off. I would not know how to survive. My life would be carving itself into a different path, a path away from you, a path unfamiliar to me, a path I would not know how to take without you by my side. Wherever you go, I will go. Nothing can tear us apart and nothing ever will tear us apart. I saved your life all those years ago in the Chamber and I felt a connection to you that I had never felt to anyone before in my life. I know that it took my years to fully appreciate the beauty, the joy and the wonder that you give to my life, but I am only happy and humbled that you were able to look past my denial of my feelings and accept me in your life. You make me feel like a complete person. I know that I am not without faults but you have never made me feel like anything less because of them. You never criticise me for anything I do wrong, you are exceptionally patient and the fact that you are willing to accept me for everything I am, with all my flaws and insecurities, makes me feel like I am standing on top of a mountain in the summer, with the sun setting behind me causing a red and yellow haze to fill the sky around me, a few clouds in the sky and a gentle breeze flowing through my air which fills me and is able to rid my body of all my fears, concerns and negativity. When you walk beside me, I feel like the strongest person in the world and I want to show the world just how amazing you are and how much richer you have made my life. I want to shout to everyone in the world that you, the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my love, is able to love me, me, Harry Potter. I don't understand it, I don't understand how such an amazing person like you would ever want to be with someone like me, but I am ever so grateful for it. You have such beauty in everything you do. I love the way you look at me when we're cuddling together. When I hear your laugh, it's like music to my ears, like the most delicate bell tinkling a melody that fills the Earth with such joy that everyone would wonder how they could have lived without it," Harry said.
Harry's knee was blissfully without pain, despite him kneeling down for a long time. His green almond-shaped eyes continued to hold Ginny's gaze as he asked the one question which would make his life complete, young as he was.
Any other wizard in his position might be considering experiencing everything life has to offer, especially considering how young he was. He was, after all, a War Hero, The Boy Who Defeated Lord Voldemort and could easily be doing whatever he wanted. There would be no shortage of fame, money or girls that would fall into his life.
But Harry knew that signing his life away at such a young age was the right thing to do.
And it was with this determination that he opened the velvet-covered box and revealed the twenty-three carat diamond ring inside. He had found the ring when he had been looking through the new vaults that he had acquired. After the Final Battle, he had been told by the goblins that he was, in fact, a direct descendant of Godric Gryffindor and Merlin. He was also distantly related to the Muggle royal family, but close enough that his inheritance from all his ancestors who, by all means should not really have had any offspring, had left him great wealth. Harry Potter was now the richest person in the world and was a silent owner of famous buildings and multi-national companies through the careful investments of ancestors whose names he had never bothered to ask.
He took a deep breath, his bright, emerald pools showing every part of his soul and asked the most important question of his life.
"Ginny Weasley, will you marry me?"
Tears were falling down Ginny's cheeks as she threw herself at Harry screaming, "YES!"
The two fell onto the hard floor of the Astronomy Tower but were not hurt. Quidditch had done wonders for Harry’s body, despite it being a sport where players spend the majority of their time sitting on broom handle. Harry’s years of once-a-week Quidditch practices had done to his body what most people only achieve after many hours of careful, concentrated training. In short, Harry had the body of a God, despite the fact that he was only a teenager, and his body prevented any harm to coming to Ginny as the two fell to the ground of the Astronomy Tower. Harry carefully slipped the ring onto Ginny's finger and both of them ignored the way the fifty-two carat ring threatened to blind them.
"I love you so much, Harry!" Ginny exclaimed.
Harry tenderly brushed away a strand of Ginny's fiery red hair behind her ear before placing a gentle kiss on her lips.
"I love you, too, Ginny," he whispered, before kissing her once more.
He carefully brushed his lips against hers and moaned when he felt the soft pressure of her lips against his. His hands crept around her sides around to her back to hold her tight while her hands entwined themselves in his hair. He gently brushed his tongue against her lips, seeking entrance. Ginny sighed and granted him entrance and Harry moaned once more when he deepened the kiss.
The two kissed long into the night, revelling in their joy and occasionally saving waves of love to each other through their bond, safe in the knowledge that the thirteen carat ring shining blindingly bright on Ginny’s finger had brought them even closer.
06/03/13: Edited for added detail
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