And it's over! A huge thank you goes out to Arnel for being an incredible beta throughout the progression of this story. Hopefully, the conclusion lives up! Thank you again for all the support for this story! I'm so glad everyone loved it as much as I did.

"You would think," Harry huffed as lay beside Ginny, letting his body cool and his heart rate return to normal, "that after a few months of these activities, we would have more self-control."

Ginny moved her hand to lay across her boyfriend's bare stomach. Her words coming out in gasps as well. "Who wants self-control and willpower? Besides," she rolled on to her side, resting her head on her raised elbow, "I loved watching you try to come up with an excuse for us to leave the party."

Harry snorted, turning his head to look at her. "Yeah? I don't think anyone fell for it this time."

"Do you blame them?" Ginny laughed. She dropped her voice, doing a bad imitation of Harry's lower tone. "Oh Molly, Ginny and I need to head out. I forgot to feed the cat." Ginny flicked the tip of his nose. "You don't own a cat."

"Molly doesn't know that," Harry claimed defensively, flicking her right back. "Besides, I wouldn't have needed to come up with such a bad excuse if you hadn't been whispering such suggestive things in my ear."

Ginny rolled her body so it hovered over Harry's, placing her mouth right near his, nuzzling her nose to his. "I thought you liked it when I whispered naughty things in your ear," Ginny murmured as she placed strategic kisses along Harry's jaw.

Harry's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. "I do," he choked out, "but I like to be at least one hundred meters away from any of your brothers before my mind starts to wander."

"I had no idea there were guidelines to my racy remarks."

"It's hard to keep up a conversation with Bill when you're saying things like that."

"Like what?" Ginny leaned her head back, giving Harry a wide innocent look that he knew to be false. "I was just simple reminding you about our morning routine and how messy the sheets were when we left."

The smile that formed on Harry's lips couldn't be prevented. The power Ginny had over him was now complete and unlimited. He couldn't believe that after only knowing her for six months how utterly and uncontrollably in love he was with this red head. It was a good thing Ginny didn't want to rob Gringotts, because he might do it with enough persuasion from her.

His mind couldn't help but drift to the bedside table to his right. In that top drawer was a ring. The engagement ring his grandfather had given his grandmother, that had lasted through their fifty years of marriage. A good omen in his mind, if he had ever heard of one. Sirius had kept it for him, until he felt Harry was ready, and three months ago Harry's godfather decided it was time. The diamond in the center was midsize, not to small and not too big. In Harry's mind, it was something Ginny would actually wear, since she wasn't into flashy jewelry. No, it was simple and beautiful, just like his love for Ginny.

Merlin, Potter! This Harpy will have you spouting poetry soon if you're not careful, Harry mentally shook himself. Your hair is a fiery as a lava pool… no

Ginny was still laying on top of him, not that he was complaining. She was his own personal duvet.

Freckles that are more enchanting than the night - stop it!

"Alright, Potter?" Ginny breathed into his ear, causing goose flesh to rise.

"Always, whenever I'm with you," Harry mental slapped his forehead. Bloody Hell, he said that out loud!

The snort that came out of Ginny wasn't particularly lady-like, but Harry adore it. "Okay, Mr. Cheesy. I think it's time for me to go. Wouldn't want you saying something to embarrassing, would we? I'll see myself out." She made as if to remove herself from their embrace, but Harry's arms enclosed around her tighter.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" Harry asked as he moved his mouth across her skin. Her cheeks, neck, left shoulder…

"Well, maybe I have a few spare moments," Ginny moaned quietly, her back arching ever so slightly.

"I'm here to please, darling."

"Still shacking up with Potter?" Lisa Greene asked as she and Josie took a seat on either side of Ginny.

"Good afternoon to you, too," Ginny said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. It seemed like once a week Lisa would ask that question during the team's lunch. Lisa seemed to think that she was the reason Ginny was now dating the famous Harry Potter and thought that it made her privy to know all Ginny's personal relationship details.

"Come on, Red," Lisa practically begged. "You've been dating the Chosen One for at least half a year. He must be incredible to hold your attention for so long."

"He is," Ginny agreed. "In more ways than one, but that's all I'm going to say."

"I really like Harry," Josie interjected, clearly trying to distract Lisa from her torrent of questions. "After my break up with Kevin, he sent me some Honeydukes chocolate."

Lisa rolled her eyes. "And you've told that story a million times, Jos." She put up her hands in an exasperated gesture. "We all know he's a great guy, but come on, Red. I think you're holding out on us. Shouldn't you talk to the matchmaker? Tell her everything… and name one of your children after her."

"We've already picked out a daughter's name," Ginny said absentmindedly, the habit of just tuning Lisa out had become instantaneous, and in this case, she had said a little more than planned. Ginny's mind had been drifting far away from the stadium's canteen, and because of that her filter had failed.

Josie and Lisa looked surprised at her admittance, but pleased. One might think Christmas came early based on Lisa's expression.

"Holy shit, Red." Lisa exclaimed. "You've already talked shop?"

Ginny couldn't prevent the blush from rising on her cheeks. All she could do was hope it wasn't as red as hair. "Yeah, so?"

Josie slapped her on the back. "A one hit wonder, huh? So, Harry's the one?"

There was no denying that. Ginny knew Harry was it for her. She nodded, making both of her friends' grins widen.

"Do you know if he plans on proposing?" Josie asked, leaning her elbow on the table and resting her cheek in the palm of her hand, keeping her attention on Ginny.

"I have no idea," Ginny couldn't deny she wanted him to propose, but they hadn't discussed logistics. She knew he wanted to marry her, that had been discussed months ago, but since that point they had just been enjoying one another, too caught up in their own romance to deliberate details.

"You should propose to him," Lisa was practically bouncing in her seat.

"What?" Ginny couldn't help but laugh. The idea wasn't crazy, but why? "Why should I propose?"

"Why not?" Lisa clapped her hands together, making multiple heads turn to listen into their excitable conversation. "You're in love, you want to many him, he has a fit arse in those jeans he wore to the season opener party. Pick one."

"That's my tight arse to admire," Ginny muttered, as Josie nodded her agreement to Lisa's claims.

Lisa was not deterred by the interruption. "Besides, why do men always have to propose. You're the kind of woman who doesn't care about traditions, right? Let's show them, Red."

Ginny looked helplessly at Josie, hoping for some support in slowing down their teammate, but Josie seemed on board with Lisa's plan.

"Oh, you could take him to your favorite date spot," Gretchen said, clearly eavesdropping unabashedly.

"Maybe the place you first met," Gina Roberts, the reserve Seeker, suggested from her seat next to Gretchen.

"Merlin! Are you all listening?" Ginny asked loudly, her annoyance plan on her face.

Almost every woman in the canteen shrugged, even Gwenog, who made a point in staying out of personal business of players.

Ginny sighed, deciding it was easier just to give in. "Alright, let's hear your ideas."

As one the Holyhead Harpies Quidditch team discussed the best way for Ginny Weasley to propose to Harry Potter.

Though Ginny didn't want to admit it, the lunch time conversation had stuck with her. As she went back to her flat for the day, well, for an hour before heading over to Harry's, the thought of proposing to her boyfriend became more and more appealing.

Why should she stay to such traditions that society forced upon her? If she wanted to, she could ask a man to marry her. It's not like it was a rule that a proposal had to include a ring. No, she could just go up to him tonight and say, "Marry me, Potter." Harry would then, of course, swoon and fall into her arms.

Merlin! She was being ridiculous. Just because all her teammates were telling her to propose to Harry, didn't mean she should, but the idea continued to poke at her as she threw Floo powder into the fireplace.

As she exited the grate at Harry's she could hear the man in question humming a tune in the kitchen. Was it the new weird sisters song? The Raging Hippogriffs? Imagine Dragons? She moved slowly into the occupied room. Harry was bobbing his head to his own beat as he tossed a salad. The smell of lemon seemed to fill the room as the oven baked the citrus into a deboned fish.

"Are you going to try out for Wizards Got Talent?" Ginny asked as she wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's waist, pressing her body into his back, making the Auror jump. "I think you could at least get into the semi-finals."

"Bugg- I didn't hear you come in," Harry claimed as he turned around to face her. He pressed a quick, and unsatisfying, kiss to her lips. Ginny chose to pull his face back to hers, holding him to her for much longer than his pitiful caress.

"I thought you were a fully trained Auror," Ginny said innocently after she disconnected their mouths, leaning her head back ever so slightly so she could take in his expression. "Also, a Quidditch player shouldn't be able to sneak up on you, Mr. Potter."

Harry snorted and shook his head. "Not just any Quidditch player. Quidditch champion. It makes a difference."

"Oh, of course, silly me," Ginny batted her hand in a forget everything gesture, then replaced it on Harry's neck, playing with the little hairs that sat at the bottom of his hair cut. "Well, let's get back to important issues. What are you feeding me tonight, Potter?"

"Lemon baked fish and a fresh garden salad, ingredients courteous of your mother."

"Good old mum," Ginny said giving Harry a final kiss before backing away. "I'll set the table. Do you want wine tonight?"

"Sounds good," Harry turned back to his mixture of vegetables. "How was the first practice of the season?"

Ginny had always admired the way they worked together. Moving around each other perfectly in sync, as they completed their tasks: Ginny grabbing plates and silverwear, Harry pulling their entrée out of the oven. All the while

they talked as if they hadn't seen each other in days rather than hours, hanging on every word the other said.

There was no doubt in Ginny's mind that this was what she wanted. She and Harry working side by side in every part of life. Merlin, her mother had been right. She didn't want to wait a year to marry this man. Hell, she would marry him right here, right now if he asked, though her mother would murder her later for not inviting her to the only Weasley daughter wedding. Hopefully much later, so they could at least have a stimulating wedding night.

They settled in for the night after completing their meal, starting up a fire to counter the chilly night air. The wireless playing mindlessly in the corner. Perfect was the word Ginny would use to describe a night like this. Being able to wrap herself in Harry's arms as she read her new novel, letting her weary muscles rest after an exhilarating practice.

"Hey, Gin," Harry's voice roused Ginny from her intoxicating dream. She and Harry had been flying at the Burrow, slowly leading their single broom to the ground. His body was tucked so tightly behind her that none of the cool air touched her back.

"Ginny, I made breakfast." Oh, he said the magical word. Her eyes fluttered open to reveal her grinning boyfriend, holding a breakfast tray littered with all her favorites.

"Sit up so I can put this down," Harry smiled at her, eyes showing his amusement as she tried to wake.

"I hate the fact that you're a morning person," Ginny muttered as she sat up and stretched, trying to keep her eyes open. Harry placed the tray over her knees. "but, yet, I also love it because you make me food."

Harry laughed and pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek before walking around the bed to take his previously vacant spot. Ginny took a sip of coffee from one of the two mugs placed at the top of the tray, savoring the rich taste.

Taking one of the forks, Ginny tucked in to the full English breakfast Harry had prepared. She started with her half of the tomato, her favorite part, then moved on to the heavier portion of the course. They ate in compatible silence, one of Harry's arms resting around her shoulders as he used the other to hold his fork, grabbing bites.

Ginny kept eyeing Harry's portion of the tomato, wishing he had fried up a larger piece of the fruit. Without a word, or even looking at her, Harry pushed his part of the tomato towards Ginny's side of the plate. All she could do was stare. It wasn't as if he disliked tomatoes. No, he just wanted her to have what she wanted.

"Will you marry me?"

Ginny surprised herself when the words left her mouth. She hadn't planned it, but she wanted to marry this man. He was it. He was everything she needed and wanted. She looked up from the half-eaten plate to see a shocked Harry looking at her. Clearly, Harry hadn't expected her question either.

It took a moment for a complete sentence to form from Harry's mouth. Instead of a simple yes or no, he said, "Shouldn't that be my line?"

"It doesn't have to be," Ginny defended instantly. "There is no rule a man has to propose. Women have the ability to utter those four words too, you know?"

Harry snorted. "I know that. I just figured that those four words went perfectly with this." He leaned towards his bedside table and opened the first drawer. Reaching inside he pulled out a small velvet box. He brought the new object over towards the tray, opening it and revealing a simple, yet perfect diamond ring. "The box is new, but the ring was my grandfather's."

All Ginny could do was stare at the small, silver, circular entity. Merlin, she didn't expect him to have a ring…

Harry seemed to be struggling for a conclusive thought as well. "If you don't… I understand…"

"Yes or no, Potter?" Ginny asked finally tearing her eyes from the perfect, beautiful ring. She looked straight at the man beside her.

"Huh?" Harry's brow knitted together.

"Will you marry me, yes or no?"

"Oh!" Harry's puzzled expression shifted to one of joy and excitement. "Yeah. Yeah, of course I'll marry you, Weasley."

Ginny took the ring out of the box and slid it onto her fourth finger. It fit perfectly, as if it had been made for her, though realistically she figure it had a charm to change sizes based on the wearer. She then carefully took the tray off her lap, setting it on the floor, and turned her body so she was straddling Harry's lap. She put her mouth on his, trying to let all her feeling pass through her lips.

"So, we're getting married?" Harry asked, pulling slightly away from her.

"Yes," Ginny had no desire to lose contact with her new fiancée's skin, so she moved her mouth across his face. Going from his cheeks, to his nose, down to his jaw.

"Perfect," Harry whispered, cupping her jaw and bring her mouth back to his. They slowly started to expand their exchanges, shirts landing on the floor, new noises filling the room.

An hour later, Ginny was resting her head on her fiancée's (she couldn't get over that word) bare chest, listening to his heartbeat return to normal.

"You know what I think is the best part of this is?" Harry asked, pressing a kiss to the crown of Ginny's head.

"Hmm?" Ginny was to content for a full sentence, let alone using a real word.

"This all started as a fake out. You trying to get your teammates off you back. Now here we are, less than a year later and you're marrying your fake bloke."

Ginny let her mind wrap around that for a moment. She had never intended for anything to come from that night at the bar. Hell, she had planned to walk out that door with her 'fake bloke' and ever see him again.

One chuckle escaped from her mouth, then another. Eventually Ginny was full out laughing, Harry joining in.

"That's a great story for the wedding," Ginny claimed through her giggles. "Even better tale for the children. 'So, I met you father because my teammates thought I needed to get a leg over, and I really liked you fathers eyes. They were so perfectly green… like fresh pickled toad.'"

Harry started another round of guffaws. "Maybe save it for when they're old, yeah?"

Ginny turned and kissed him. "And here I thought that was the perfect bedtime story."

Harry deepened her kiss, moving his body so he lay over her. "We'll just work on the phrasing and I'm sure our kids will adore our love story."

"I know I enjoy it," Ginny arched her back as Harry's mouth gave attention to a particularly tender spot on her neck. "Best fake out ever."

"Best fake out ever," Harry agreed before moving his lips back to hers.