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Wetboy's Request - I'd really like to see some oneshots of Harry and Ginny like,

Harry asking Ginny to marry him when they're older and them discussing it.

Dedicated to Wetboy, who asked for Harry and Ginny in nearly every review!! :) This is for you, hope you like it.

An Unusual Proposal

The rain hit the windows gently, tapping against the glass. It was a typical Saturday in September; cold, wet and dull. The rain hadn't stopped all day. Harry watched the downpour, his emerald eyes narrowed at the grey cloudy sky. He must have been staring at the window for more than a few minutes when a voice broke through his trance.

"Harry? Harry?"

Harry looked around at Hermione and realised she along with the other three were staring at him.

"What?" he asked, mentally cursing himself for being distracted.

"What were you staring at?" Hermione asked, glancing in the direction of the window.

Harry's eyes swept past Hermione and landed on an amused looking Ginny. He quickly looked away, shifting to sit up properly.

"Nothing," he replied, "just watching the rain."

"Are we boring you, Harry?" Ron asked with a smirk.

"A little, yeah." Harry answered, honestly.

"Thanks!" Damien grinned sarcastically. "Should we just go and let you stare into space?" he joked.

Harry smiled abashedly, running a hand through his hair. It wasn't very good manners after all, inviting your friends and brother to your house and then ignoring them.

"Maybe a change of topic would be better." He replied.

Damien pursed his lips at Harry.

"You know how excited I am to be covering the Falmouth Falcons! It's my first proper project!" Damien told him. "You could at least pretend to care."

Harry did care, but at the moment his mind was preoccupied. Harry took a moment to study his younger brother, now 19 years old, had landed his dream job as a sports writer and he wouldn't stop talking about it.

"Alright, I'll pretend to care." Harry teased. "What were you blubbering on about?"

Damien narrowed his hazel eyes at him.

"You would think I wouldn't tell you since you're being sarcastic," Damien started, "but I'm going to tell you anyway."

Ginny and Hermione giggled at the boys.

"You would like the Falmouth Falcons." Ron told Harry. "Their motto, 'let us win, but if we cannot win, let us break a few heads' sounds very much like something you would say."

Harry grinned at Ron.

"I'm starting to like them already." He said.

"Maybe you should take Harry with you when you go to interview them," Ginny suggested to Damien. "I can just see them getting along."

"It won't be long before I'm covering The Holyhead Harpies," Damien grinned. "I'll bring Harry along then too, shall I?"

"You could," Ginny replied, "but I'll probably be too busy to talk to commoners." She teased, waving a hand distractedly in Damien and Harry's direction.

"Too right!" Ron added, with a proud nod in his sister's direction. "You have to jump through hoops to interview the star player of Holyhead Harpies."

Ginny blushed a little at her brother's praise.

"That was only in one report, Ronald." She defended modestly.

"Rubbish!" Ron said. "You were quoted as the 'star' player in more than one. Besides you are one!"

Ginny smiled again and ducked her head. She discreetly looked over at Harry. Her eyes found his and saw he was staring at her. He hadn't said anything to her when she had told him she wanted to play Quidditch professionally but Ginny knew Harry didn't approve completely. He had told her she could do whatever made her happy and she knew Harry would always stand by her and her decisions, but she also knew that Harry was secretly hoping she would do something else other than 'chase a ball around'. But Ginny was glad she had gone to Holyhead Harpies. She loved every second of it.

"You should be proud," Hermione told her, taking over from her fiancé, "You've been noticed and pointed out. That's pretty amazing for someone who just turned 21 a few weeks ago." Hermione beamed.

"What can I say?" Ginny smiled. "I'm just gifted." She joked.

Suddenly Harry shifted and moved so he was sitting on the edge of his seat, leaning towards Ginny.

"Alright, star Weasley," he said quietly to her, "Let's see what all the fuss is about. How about a game?"

Ginny saw the playful glint in his eyes and the half smirk on his lips. She turned to look out of the window.

"Now? It's raining." She asked, confused. Harry didn't play Quidditch all that often and definitely not when it was wet.

Harry's green eyes glanced out of the window again before he looked back at her.

"Afraid of a little rain?" he challenged.

Ginny squared her shoulders and stared back at him.

"Not at all." She replied. "Alright, let's do this."

Harry smiled at her and turned to the other three.

"How about it?"

Ron and Damien didn't need any convincing.

"A hurricane couldn't stop me." Damien laughed.

"I don't want to play!" Hermione quickly shook her head. "I'll keep the score." She offered.

Ginny turned back to see Harry looking at her. She felt a shiver run down her spine. There was something going on with him, but she couldn't figure out what.


Within the next half hour, all five teens were standing on the Quidditch pitch behind Potter Manor. Since all five could apparate, it took them less than a few seconds to disapparate from Harry's house in Hogsmeade to outside Potter Manor. James and Lily were currently teaching in Hogwarts so there was no one present to witness the impromptu Quidditch match.

The rain was coming down hard now but the only one complaining was Hermione. She pulled Harry to the side as Ron, Damien and Ginny grabbed the brooms and Quidditch supplies from the small storage shed.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"You want to play a game, especially in this weather?" Hermione asked.

Harry looked up at the cloudy sky, letting the rain hit him in the face.

"I wish it was drier." He sighed. "But it doesn't look like it's going to stop anytime soon." He looked back at Hermione.

"You're up to something." Hermione accused, looking at him with narrowed eyes. "What are you planning?"

"Nothing," Harry replied. "I just want a game."

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, right! And I want to go partying the night before exams!"

Harry's only response was to smirk at her before turning around to join the other three.

"Since there are only four of us, we'll have to play accordingly." Ron instructed. "Me and Damy against the both of you," he gestured to Ginny and Harry. "The team that makes the most goals in one hour, wins."

"Let's make it interesting," Harry interrupted. "How about me and Damy on one team and you and Ginny on the other?"

Ron frowned.

"You mean one family up against the other?" he asked.

Harry saw the questioning look in Ginny's eyes and he smiled to himself.

"It'll be fun, the Weasleys' against the Potters'. You and Damy can be the chasers and me and Ginny can be both chasers and seekers." Harry held up the golden snitch. "The first seeker to catch the snitch, wins."

Ron and Damien agreed. Ginny met Harry's gaze and nodded.

"Alright, let's go!" Damien said excitedly, mounting his broom.

"You ready for this?" Harry asked Ginny, that strange smirk on his face again.

Ginny met his gaze full on.

"Bring it on, Potter." She answered with a smirk of her own.

Harry let go of the snitch, which immediately zoomed up into the air and disappeared from view. Ginny and Harry both shot up into the air, Damien and Ron followed pursuit and the game began.


Hermione kept note of the score as she watched from the ground, under her large umbrella. Damien and Harry were giving the game all they had, swooping behind and around their opponents, passing the quaffle to each other before scoring goals. But the Weasley siblings were skilled players too and were putting up a good fight against the Potter brothers. Ginny had managed to grab the quaffle from Damien and Harry a few times and Ron was scoring goals effortlessly. But it was the Potters' that were winning, taking the lead at 70-50.

The rain was belting down on the four players, making it difficult to see where the quaffle was, never mind the tiny golden snitch. Ginny kept her eye out for the snitch but she was too busy playing the game, catching the quaffle and passing it to Ron, to keep an eye out for the golden ball.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Harry suddenly change direction. In the blink of an eye, she was flying next to him. She couldn't see the snitch but knew Harry could so decided to follow him.

She struggled to keep up with Harry's speed and the rain didn't help her vision much. Just ahead of her she caught a flicker of golden wings and she knew Harry was close to the snitch. Not wanting to lose the match to her boyfriend, Ginny decided to play dirty.

She was flying almost shoulder to shoulder with Harry when she purposefully faltered, just enough to draw Harry's attention. Her broom shook and she let out a gasp, as if afraid she was about to fall off her broom. As anticipated, Harry slowed down at once, reaching out to steady her, forgetting about the snitch.

Ginny and Harry hovered mid air, Harry's hand grasping a hold of Ginny's arm.

"You okay?" Harry asked concerned.

Ginny saw the flutter of golden wings disappear from sight. She grinned at Harry.

"I am now."

Harry looked confused for a moment. He looked back to where the snitch had been a few seconds ago. He looked back at Ginny, after realising what she had done. He narrowed his eyes at her.

"You little cheat." He accused.

Ginny giggled at him.

"All is fair, Potter!" she said as she circled around him once before taking off. Harry grinned as he chased behind her.

"Have it your way, Weasley!" he replied.

Both went back to the game, making a grab for the quaffle.

It must have been another half hour before Ginny saw the snitch again. She watched Damien score another goal when the barely visible flutter of golden wings appeared, just next to Damien's ear. She went for it, pushing all she had to go as fast as possible. A whish of rushing air told her Harry was catching up to her.

Ginny sped right towards Damien, who twisted out of the way just in time to avoid a collision. Harry and Ginny were side by side, the snitch in both of their sights. Ginny was gaining speed, her eyes trying to keep the small golden ball in sight. The snitch dashed all over the place, desperate not to get caught.

Ginny saw Harry reach out to grab it. She reached out too, adamant not to admit defeat. Harry was faster, a better flyer and had very rarely missed the snitch but Ginny was not going to go down without a fight. She pushed herself to go faster, a last spurt of speed, and reached out, a desperate dash to catch the snitch. Her fingers brushed against the speeding ball and she closed her fingers around it.

Ginny pulled back, the golden snitch in her grasp. Immediately she slowed down, hovering in the air.

"Yes!" she cried with triumph. "Yes! Yes!"

She held up the snitch, like she did when she played seeker in Hogwarts matches. Ron and Damien stopped and looked around at her. At once, all four players made their way back to the ground, where Hermione was clapping and cheering for Ginny.

Ginny touched the ground and dismounted her broom. Her feet hit the ground and splashed in the muddy water but she didn't care.

"We won!" she cried with glee, addressing Hermione.

The snitch in her hand was still fluttering madly, trying to get free. Suddenly the struggling stopped and a very audible 'click' was heard. Ginny stopped and looked down at the snitch, surprised. She opened her fist and saw, to her utter shock, the snitch had opened. The top half of the snitch had popped open, not completely, but enough to show a little gap.

Ginny's first thought was that she had somehow broken the snitch. But a closer look showed her that it wasn't broken, just open. She looked up to see Hermione, Ron, Damien and Harry, all staring at either her or the half open snitch. With her other hand, Ginny lifted the top half of the snitch and pushed it to open completely. Sitting in the hollow of the golden snitch was a little black box.

Ginny's heart skipped a beat. With trembling hands, she pulled out the box and let the two halves of the snitch fall to the muddy ground. The rain drops fell on the black velvet box proving to Ginny that she wasn't imagining it. It was really there. Slowly, Ginny opened the box and just stared at the silver diamond ring, sitting proudly inside the box.

She looked up from the ring and found Harry standing a few paces away. He still had his broom clutched in his hand. His eyes met Ginny's and he smiled at her.

"How about it?" he asked, "will you marry me?"

Ginny looked back down at the ring and then at Harry. She had a smile on her face, one she couldn't hold back no matter how hard she tried.

"No," she shook her head, still smiling. She saw the smile slip off Harry's face and an expression of disbelief blanketed his features. Somewhere on her right, Hermione gasped loudly. Ginny didn't look around at her or at the other two boys, but she imagined they would look just as surprised and confused. Ginny kept her eyes fixed on Harry.

"Not unless you ask me properly." She chuckled.

Harry smiled in relief and threw his broomstick to the side, walking over to her. He dropped down onto not one, but both knees, keeping his emerald green eyes fixed to Ginny.

"Will you marry me?" he asked again, his voice betraying his emotions this time, allowing Ginny to hear the longing in it.

Ginny couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Yes!" she cried and flung herself onto Harry.

Harry fell back on the muddy ground with Ginny in his arms. Harry didn't seem to care though, he was laughing as he grabbed onto Ginny and brought his mouth onto hers. He kissed Ginny, his arms wrapping around her, holding her close to him. Ginny returned the kiss passionately. Neither seemed to care how muddy their clothes got. Still lying on the ground, Harry took the box from Ginny and pulled out the diamond ring. He slipped it on her finger. Ginny laughed and kissed Harry deeply again.

It was only when Hermione, Ron and Damien intervened that the two, newly engaged couple got up from the ground.

"Congratulations!" Hermione said, tears of happiness in her eyes as she hugged Ginny before hugging Harry and kissing him on the cheek.

"Congrats!" Damien and Ron said at the same time, each taking their siblings into their embrace.

"You planned all this!" Damien said to Harry. "That was wicked cool! You had the ring inside the snitch!"

"No wonder you wanted to play Quidditch!" Hermione said, smiling brightly.

"Why the snitch?" Ron asked.

Harry looked over at Ginny.

"I wanted it to mean something." He explained. "And I know how much you love Quidditch."

Ginny felt her heart skip several beats. She moved to kiss Harry again. She couldn't believe Harry had planned all this for her, for her happiness. She was so overwhelmed so couldn't even say thank you.

"Could we get out of the rain, please?" Hermione said, not wanting to ruin the moment but the rain was starting to get heavier.

Harry and Ginny broke their embrace and Harry looked up at the sky.

"When I planned this, I never imagined it would be raining." Harry admitted.

"I can't believe you never told anyone you were going to propose." Damien said as they headed to go indoors.

"I did tell someone." Harry said.

Damien stopped in his tracks.

"You did?" he asked. "Who?"

The answer made itself known as the glass doors leading into Potter Manor opened and Draco appeared, leaning against the wall.

"Have you done it yet?" he asked Harry, in his usual trademark drawl.

Harry, who had Ginny's hand in his own, held up his Ginny's hand, showing the sparkling ring on her finger.

Draco nodded at the sight.

"Right then, I picked up the drinks, cake and the food." He gestured to the room behind him. "It's all ready but you lot should probably clean up first." He said, giving the group a disgusted look.

Only then did Ginny realise how muddy and dirty her clothes were.

"You know, when most men propose they take their girlfriends out for a nice dinner." Hermione said. "That gives them the chance to dress up and look nice for the proposal." She shook her head at Ginny's muddy appearance. "Trust Harry to get you as muddy, wet and disgruntled as possible before proposing." she smiled. "It sure is an unusual proposal."

Ginny looked over at Harry and then smiled back at Hermione.

"That's because I have an unusual man." She replied happily.


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