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Harry and Ron left the board room in a stream of fellow Aurors after their final meeting of the week. Ron yawned sleepily and checked his watch for about the tenth time these past few minutes.

"Only half hour until we can clock out," Ron said gloomily. "I hope I make it. I think I could about pass out on my desk."

"Why are you so tired?" Harry asked as they wound their way down the halls and back into the main offices to take their seats at their respective desks.

"Hermione has been working late and leaving early again. I can't help waking up every time… it's exhausting."

"You should get a better mattress," Harry suggested as they wedged into their double cubicle to take his seat.

Ron's desk was behind his own in the same enclosed space. He dropped into his own seat and rubbed his eyes, blinking blearily.

"I should… or maybe Hermione can charm ours so that it doesn't creak and move on my side of the bed."

"Or get separate beds?" Harry suggested innocently, to which Ron rolled his eyes.

"I don't think we've slept apart much since after the war, mate. We just… got used to it, I suppose. It'd be weird to be apart again." He made a face and then chuckled. "It's like we're already married, I suppose."

"Don't tell Hermione that," Harry advised teasingly. "She'll start getting those ideas you're so worried about."

Ron grunted in acknowledgement and Harry chuckled. Ron's biggest fear lately was that Hermione would start pushing for a ring, ever since Ron had overheard her parents asking Hermione if Ron had mentioned any possibility of marriage in their future. Harry knew that Ron would marry her someday, but he also suspected that he wouldn't do it until he could support her financially. While being an Auror brought in a good income, he was also paying rent and paying off the high cost of living in London.

"George tells me that women talk about it to each other," Ron added after a long moment. "Maybe I should ask Ginny if Hermione is looking for a proposal anytime soon."

"If they are talking about it, I doubt Ginny would tell you," Harry replied, turning to a huge stack of paperwork on his desk in regards to his latest arrest made of a Death Eater. "Besides, Hermione wouldn't push you, Ron. She'd rather you figure it out on your own."

Harry was sure about this. If Hermione was looking for Ron to propose at some point in the near-future, Harry could see a fight breaking out between them that would be related to what Hermione might refer to as 'a fear of commitment' and being 'exceptionally thick sometimes.' And Ron would retort that he had no idea what she wanted him to do, but meanwhile, he'd be thinking about getting a ring to make her happy, which would be what he wanted all along. Harry smiled to himself, thinking how predictable his two best friends were as a couple.

"What about Ginny?" Ron asked abruptly, turning around in his chair.

"What about her?" Harry asked coolly.

"You think she wants you to propose? I half-expected you would as soon as you got your life in order. You know… your own place, lots of gold, lots of time, and no more psychotic wizards out to get you."

"I don't know if she wants it," Harry replied quietly so that the passersby and the surrounding occupants of the other cubicles couldn't hear. "But Hermione tells me that since we're both working long hours, Ginny is worried about us. Something about how we don't see each other enough, and that she's afraid I'll want to break it off."

Ron frowned. "Why? It's not your fault that you've got to work… and she's training for the season…"

"Weasley! Potter! I need your paperwork in my dropbox in forty minutes!" Barked their superior, James Lidden, who paused at their cubicle. "Come on, boys, less chatting and more writing!"

Harry and Ron turned back to their work without a word and waited until he'd left for them before turning their chairs enough for them to have a conversation while still working. Harry heard Ron mutter a curse at Lidden, who was always on their case about getting the paperwork in on time. Harry speculated that he spent so much time making sure that everyone else was doing their paperwork that he never got his own done.

"I know, there's no reason for her to worry, but the few times I've seen her, it's always been with other people. I guess she's worrying we're drifting," Harry admitted with concern.

"That's ridiculous. It's not like you'd leave her for another witch!" Ron scribbled across the paper he was working on before he paused and glanced back at Harry suspiciously. "Would you?"

Harry made an exasperated sound at Ron. "Of course not! Why would I ever want to leave her? She's perfect and-"

Ron held up his hands, shaking his head. "You don't need to go there, Harry. Honestly, I get enough of how 'cute' you two are from Hermione who runs a happy commentary the second you two apparate away. And you basically live together already... I can just imagine how much you like my little sister."

Harry grinned again. "Lucky for me, you actually like me. I'd hate to see the bloke who would have ended up with Ginny have to face you when he told you he wanted to marry your sister."

Ron nodded, his expression darkening. "It wouldn't be a pretty picture," he agreed grimly.

Harry and Ron worked for several minutes in silence. The muted chatter around them began to fall quieter as the other Aurors scrambled to get their paperwork done by the due-date. After three or four minutes, Harry had set down his first completed report and then spun his chair around to look at Ron.

"By the way… this is me telling you I'm going to ask your sister to marry me."

It was all Harry could do not to laugh at Ron who nearly knocked over his bottle of ink as he whipped around, dropping his quill on his lap. A large ink stain formed immediately on his right leg.

"What?" Ron gasped, his eyes wide and his mouth open.

Harry chuckled, but knew that he was right about the best way to let Ron know was just by blurting it. "And soon. I've thought a lot of about it, but this is the only way I know how to fix things." He thought for a moment, before revising and saying, "Well, fix in the sense that there's nothing wrong, but if Ginny wants to hear that we're still good, and moving forward, then I'd say this is a good way."

"You want to marry her?" Ron repeated, shocked.

Harry nodded, his expression sincere. "Yeah… I've been thinking about it for a while now. It's right for us, but it's scary, mate. I don't know what I'll do if she says no."

Ron seemed to find his tongue as he asked, "Does Hermione know?"

Harry rolled his eyes at Ron's one-track mind. "No, I told you first. Well… aside from your Dad. I asked him." Harry grinned sheepishly. "Thought I should do this traditionally."

To Harry's surprise, Ron clapped him on the back with a grin, the tips of his ears pink. "I'm happy for you, mate."

Harry stared at him, a little startled that Ron had reacted so well. "What? No threatening big brother speech or awkwardness?"

Ron laughed and shook his head. "No… I'll save the threatening big brother speech for the day you have to stand at the altar."

Ron and Harry shared a small laugh at that before Harry reached into his desk drawer. "Want to see the ring?"

"You got a ring already?" Ron asked in amazement. "When are you popping the question?"

Harry shrugged. "Honestly, I've got no clue. I got it just in case, I guess." Harry pulled a small blue box from the top drawer and gave it to Ron. "Keep in mind, if you tell her, I will curse you."

Ron ignored the threat and opened the blue box, gaping at the ring inside. Nestled in the soft black fabric, sat a platinum band with a large round diamond perched on top. On either side of it sat two smaller, pear-shaped diamonds.

"Did you empty your Gringotts vault for this, mate?"

Harry didn't answer, but smiled at the question. Ron closed the box and glanced at the label before returning it to Harry. "Tiffany's?"

Harry nodded and asked, "Think she'll like it?"

Ron opened his mouth to respond with a joking comment, but instead changed his mind and told him. "Harry, she'll love it. Good luck, mate."

"Thanks."

By the time Harry had finished his paperwork, Ron had already gone home, too hungry to wait around for Harry. It was nearly eight pm when he finally changed out of his Auror robes, gathered his things, and left the Ministry. He had been planning on going home first, but he decided that he didn't want to keep Ginny waiting any longer when he missed her too.

When he apparated to the designated apparating point off the property line, Harry groaned aloud to realize he was in the middle of a torrential downpour. The sky overhead was black from both the storm clouds, and the night sky. Thunder echoed above his head, and lightning cracked through the darkness as he hurried up the path, coming quickly into sight of Ginny's flat.

He could see dim lights behind the curtains of the front windows, and the thought of holding Ginny and being out of the storm made him hurry all the faster. He sloshed through puddles and squished through the mud before he finally made it to the front porch. Once under the safety of the porch roof, he flicked his wand at his shoes to remove the mud and dirt, planning to do a drying spell once inside. He knocked on the door, shivering as he waited for Ginny.

When she pulled open the door, Harry forgot about the cold and about how wet he was. Ginny practically threw herself at him and he caught her, chuckling as her lips met his and he held her to him. There was something in him that felt whole as he held her in his arms and she kissed him. He loved her for her never-ending energy and her passion. He loved that her face lit up when she saw him, and when she kissed him, he forgot the world.

It was a crack of lightning that startled him into remembering where he was. He ended the kiss and she hopped down to the ground, her eyes looking him up and down.

"Harry, you're soaked!" She squeaked, briefly touching her own now-wet robe.

He nodded and immediately pulled off his shoes so he wouldn't track any or leave puddles on her clean floor. "I'll do a drying spell. It'll be fine."

"I hope you don't get sick," she told him, moving aside to let him into the house.

The heat embraced him the second he was inside and he was glad for it. She watched him as he hung up his cloak, remove his socks, and used the drying spell on them before turning his wand to his shirt and pants. Once most of him was dried off, he scooped her up again and kissed her hard.

"Blimey, I've missed you," he told her between kisses. He couldn't remember why he ever left her in these moments when he felt so much more alive when he held her.

"I missed you too," she said happily.

He set her down and cupped her face in his hands. "These two weeks were ridiculous," Harry told her in a sad voice. "I'm sorry I've been so busy. I know you've been taking it kind of hard."

Ginny blinked at him in confusion, folding her arms a little defensively. Harry tried not to smile at her. He knew she tried to be strong for him. She'd been doing it since the war… trying to take it easy with him so he wouldn't get scared off. It was cute.

"Who told you I was taking it hard?" she asked, keeping her voice light.

He looked suddenly guilty at this admission, hoping she wouldn't be upset. "Sorry… Hermione told me."

Ginny rolled her eyes, her cheeks pink. Harry wanted her back in his arms, perhaps on the couch, or if he was lucky, perhaps back in her bedroom where he could hold her and kiss her, and imagine he was able to lie with her forever and never let her go.

"I'm fine, Harry, honestly. If I said that, it was probably just a bad day," she insisted again lightly.

Harry shrugged, knowing it wasn't a big deal, but he wanted her to know that it wasn't just her feeling that way. "Gin, it's been bothering me too. In fact, I've been thinking a lot about it lately."

Harry immediately sense a change in her demeanour. She looked… scared? Ginny rubbed her arms nervously and glanced around behind her into the kitchen before she took his arm and tugged him forward.

"Come on… we can talk about that later. I've missed you! Can I get you some wine?" She asked in a normal voice, but the tone didn't reach her eyes for it to be sincere. Perhaps these feelings were more serious than Hermione had let on. Harry began mentally counting back on how many times they'd gone weeks without spending any quality time together. He didn't like it that he'd already counted enough for one hand, and so he stopped at five times.

"Wine sounds good," he agreed, beginning to feel anxious himself. Was she upset with him or just worried? "But Gin, I think we really do need to talk about that," he added seriously. "This keeps happening…"

She didn't turn around, but kept her back to him as she collected wine glasses and the wine. When she turned, her face was still passive, but he thought he saw her hands shake ever so slightly as she poured the wine. As he watched her, Harry began to wonder if they could discuss their relationship now when she was this nervous about it. He had no idea what had gotten her so paranoid lately. Hermione hadn't said…

He subconsciously brushed his hand against his pocket to ensure the ring was still in there. He'd meant to return it back home after picking it up the other day. It had spent the past few days locked in his desk drawer at work, and he was nervous about carrying such an expensive ring around. Moreover, if it just fell out of his pocket, it would ruin any future plans of surprising her.

He accepted his glass and murmured a thank you. She smiled at him, but again, he could see she was nervous. He frowned and then sighed. "Gin, let's talk."

She nodded, pursing her lips. "Let's head into the living room." She led the way and he followed in silence.

He noticed the room was filled with lit candles that made the light flicker and bounce off the walls. Just when he admired how much time and effort she must have put into this, she flicked on the lights. Right at that moment, Harry felt nervous. Did she think this was going to be a bad conversation? He quickly went over the few minutes he'd spent in the house. They'd kissed, told each other they'd missed each other, gotten wine. What was wrong here?

She sat down on the armchair next to the sofa, which Harry actually chuckled at. She looked up at him sharply when he sat on the sofa next to her, and then patted the seat next to him.

"I haven't seen you in two weeks and you don't want to sit with me?" He asked teasingly. He set his glass of wine down on the coffee table and watched her hesitate for the briefest of moments before she stood and moved to sit next to him.

When she sat and took a drink of wine- perhaps more of a gulp, and then set the glass next to his. Harry raised his eyebrows at her, before he put his arm around her and gently pulled her closer to him. Her body was rigid at first at his touch, but she allowed him to pull her against him.

"Okay," he began quietly. "Talk to me. Why are you acting like I'm here to break up with you?"

Ginny looked up at him, startled. She seemed to mull over his question for a long moment, before she finally spoke up, her voice quivering slightly. "You're not, are you?"

Harry shook his head. "Why would I be? I missed you."

Ginny took another long moment to speak. "We just… it's just been a long time since we've even been together. Things have gotten… strange between us. We don't really see each other anymore."

"Gin, nothing has changed. We're both just busy. I love you… you know that."

She nodded then, her eyes looking a little overly bright as if she might cry. "I love you too. I think I was starting to convince myself that we're just not making any effort anymore. I saw you two weeks ago, and it was with my family before I had to go to practice, and you're so busy…"

"Doesn't mean I don't love you," he reminded her lightly, smiling slightly now. He was pleased that it wasn't as bad as he was starting to think it was. "Honestly, who else would put up with me?"

Ginny actually cracked a smile as she murmured, "I have no idea,"

"Thanks!" He kissed her firmly on the forehead. "You can relax now. I'm not leaving you… unless you plan on seducing me, and then leaving me?"

She jumped slightly in his arms, and sat up, though she kept her hands on his arm. "Who says I'm seducing you?"

He grinned at her, unrepentant. "That little dress-thing you've got on was my first clue."

Ginny glanced down to see that her robe had come open and her breasts were exposed, barely covered by the satin of her negligee. His finger ran down her jaw, her neck, and then ran across her collarbone. He noticed she shuddered ever so slightly under his touch, and he smiled slightly.

"So, let me get this straight. You set out wine, set up all these candles, get all dressed up… but then the second I show up, you have this wild suspicion that I'm here to end things?"

He pressed a kiss to her cheek, and then to her neck. He watched her eyelids droop close as he kissed her neck a second time, and she tilted her head to the side to give him better access. She bit her lip, and then smiled, her eyes opening.

"It sounds crazy when you say it like that, but I know… I've been weird lately. But I think I'm just going crazy from not seeing you anymore. Can we please agree that I get to see you at least once a week. I'm done with going weeks on end without seeing you."

He nodded. "Agreed. I'm going crazy too."

She pushed at him playfully and then reached to grab her wine. She tried not to laugh at his expression of mild disappointment that she'd cut his touches and kisses short. She took another sip from her wine before replying to his last comment.

"That's just my little 'dress-thing,'" she explained coyly.

He took his own wine and took a drink before setting it down again. Once her own wine was safely set down, he tugged her closer again, this time to sit on his lap. He reached around her, and tightened her robe before resting his hands around her abdomen.

"Okay, now that I'm not distracted, what's new with you, love?"

Ginny laughed at him and relaxed against his chest, feeling all of her worries melt away from her. This was Harry. Sweet, lovable, dependable Harry, who told her he loved her, and still wanted to be with her. As they lay together on the couch, talking and exchanging the odd kiss and caress, Harry watched Ginny lose the tension surrounding her. Her smiles became wider, her laughs louder.

He had also completely forgotten the ring in his pocket, and when she turned over at one point, her hand skimming over the bulge of his jacket pocket, he held his breath. Luckily, she didn't notice the box in his pocket, and their conversation continued. The more he thought about her discovering the ring and opening it, the more he wanted her to have it. Tonight. He wanted her to know that things were okay. He wanted her to know that he loved her, and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He wanted her to know that even if they didn't see each other as often as they'd like, that he still wanted to be with her.

The most depressing thing about his life was returning to his empty home. He hated being home without her. He wanted to come home to her. He wanted to surprise her, and do nice things for her. He wanted to be the man that she'd so patiently waited for all these years- the one who had finally started to come around in the last year.

As Ginny spoke about her latest Quidditch practice, Harry debated on how he wanted to ask her. He didn't want to just blurt it out. He wanted it to be special so that there was no possible way that she'd say no. But how did one do that?

How did a man propose in a way so that she couldn't say no?

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