Second and final chapter! Again, I don't own anything. Thanks for reading!

Ginny sighed feeling the comfy mattress rise to meet her aching body. She let herself go completely limp and let Harry pull the comforter from under her before settling into bed, himself.

"Long game." He said, rolling her towards him.

"Mmmm." She hummed, letting him flatten her up against his body so that they were laying sideways, facing each other. It had been a long game. Angelina had been a fierce competitor, and after the third hour, if the Harpy's seeker, Laura, hadn't caught the snitch at that exact moment, they'd have lost the game and their chances at the championship.

But Laura had come through splendidly, and Angelina had told Ginny later at the Burrow that she'd thought it was the best she'd ever seen Hollyhead play.

"Well, of course you're going to say that on the day they beat you!" George had interjected, slinging his arm around his girlfriend's shoulder, only to have her punch him in the stomach.

The match had been so close that Gwenog and the management team had given them a stern talking to afterwards in the locker room.

Ginny shook her head. She didn't want to think about that. She had something else on her mind completely. She snuggled closer to Harry.

"So, I had a rather interesting talk with Regus today." She said to him, looking up to gauge his reaction. His eyes were closed and his nodded serenely. Apparently, he hadn't caught on immediately.

"Really?" He muttered, his breath already evening out. Ginny smirked.

"Yeah, really. You came up quite a bit, actually." She watched as Harry's eyebrows snapped into a frown and he opened his eyes to look down at her. She smiled up at him.

"Really…?" His voice trailed off uncertainly.

"Really." She took care to over-emphasize the word. Harry peered down at her for another minute before his breath huffed out and he rolled onto his back, clearly put out.

"Are there no bloody secrets with those people?" He exclaimed, his hands rubbing at his eyes. Ginny propped to rest her chin on her hand, still grinning.

"Of course not! Harry they're my management, my team! We're practically a family."

He huffed again at that, and she let him cover his eyes and stew for a moment longer. But just a moment. She couldn't quite hold back the hand that reached out and tapped his shoulder. His hands slid off his face and he turned his head to look at her dejectedly.

"What?"

"You know what."

"Ginny!"

"Harr-yyyy." She sing-songed at him. He frowned at her now.

"Well, I expect you want it now?"

Ginny sat up quickly, disturbing the covers.

"You have it?"

"Of course."

"Here?"

He finally lessened his frown a little and smiled for a moment at her silliness. "Of course here, Gin. Where else would I keep it?" He asked her. His hand was already reaching towards the drawer of the night stand. Ginny gasped when the hand came out of the drawer holding a small blue velvet box.

"You mean I've been in the same room with it all night?" She breathed, watching Harry sit up to face her. His face was rather red, but now he was smiling at her fully.

"Gin, you've been sleeping next to it for about three weeks now." Harry said. She sighed happily, not taking her eyes off the box. There was a long pause, a very long one, and finally Ginny tore her eyes off the box to look up at Harry. But he was looking at the box now, too. Sensing her gaze, his eyes snapped to hers.

"Can't we wait? There's supposed to be…I dunno…candles and rose petals and…" He trailed off softly, his face more red now.

"We can pretend." Ginny's voice was shaky now. Harry's face crumpled into a smile.

"Impatient." He tsked.

"You knew coming into this that patience is not one of my strong suits, Potter." She tried to sound intimidating, but her voice was breathy and soft. She swallowed.

"That I did. But you were exceptionally patient with me while we were growing up." Harry's hand reached forward to swipe a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "I was stupid. I couldn't see that you were directly in front of me, Gin, and that's all my fault. I…it wasn't my best move." He smiled more fully up at her. "And when we kissed for the first time, do you remember? Right in the middle of the bloody common room?"

Ginny nodded and laughed, but it sounded watery. If there's one time that I can allow myself to cry, it's when I'm being proposed to by the love of my life. She rationalized to herself.

Harry laughed to. "When we went off and talked and I figured out that you still wanted me, I figured that I'd probably managed to find the only person in the world who'd be willing to put up with me and all my shit. And you have. You've been really great, Ginny. With the press and my job taking me everywhere all the time and your family and me leaving my socks on the floor…"

Ginny laughed again, but now there were big, fat tears rolling down her cheeks.

"So, yeah Gin. You're pretty impatient. And you've got a temper. And you could curse me to oblivion if you wanted to. And you always leave the empty milk carton in the refrigerator. But…but you're also the girl that saw through all the 'Chosen One' and 'Boy Who Lived' crap, and saw me for real. And was still willing to wait around for seven years for me."

Harry took a deep breath and opened the box.

"So, I'm thinking that, knowing all that…we should probably get married."

Ginny gasped out a sob before launching herself at him. He rocked backwards on the mattress, just able to keep the upright. Ginny was squeezing him tightly, her legs wrapped completely around his waist.

"Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes!" Ginny repeated the word over and over before pulling back enough to kiss him fiercely. Harry grinned widely against her mouth, and slowly began to laugh. Then she started to laugh, and the sat together and giggled like kids.

"That's a yes, then?" Harry asked, still chuckling, wiping the stray hair out of her face again.

"Of course it's a yes! How could it be anything other than a yes?" Ginny wiped her tears with her palms, grinning like a fool.

"You haven't even seen the ring yet." Harry protested when she leaned in for another kiss. Ginny sighed in happy exasperation.

"Harry, you could tie a piece of string together and I'd be happy."

"Oh, so you did see it after all? Did I get the color of string right?" He teased, grabbing the still-open box from where it had fallen out of his hand earlier. "If you don't like it…" He trailed off, because even though it seemed right to offer Ginny at least the choice of a new ring, he knew she wouldn't want one. Her gasp of amazement affirmed his thoughts.

"Harry this is…gorgeous!" They both looked down at the small ring of diamond and platinum nestled in the box. "Well done." She breathed, tracing her finger over the larger stone in the middle. A sapphire.

"It's…well it's not exactly my mum's. But I have a picture of her and she's wearing her ring in it, and I took it into a jewelers. So it's a replica, so to speak, but it's not like I didn't-"

He was cut off by Ginny's kiss. He felt a fresh wave of her tears against his cheeks.

"It's perfect. It's completely perfect." She whispered, resting her forehead against his.

Harry gingerly lifted the ring out of the box and looked up at her. Ginny obligingly held out her left hand, and he slid the metal band around her ring finger. He sighed with relief when it fit.

"Right size and all. Well done, Potter." Ginny repeated, staring down at the new addition to her hand. Her eyes were wide and she seemed transfixed by the new gems. Harry stared down at it, too, inordinately pleased with himself.

"Yes, well done me. Except for letting it slip to Regus."

Ginny smiled slowly, still looking at her ring. She shook her head. "Regus didn't tell me. I saw the new jerseys."

"Jerseys? What do the new jerseys have to do with anything?" He finally tore his eyes away from her hand and looked up at her.

"Regus seemed rather confident that I'd say yes. The very first one in the box was my number, but it said 'Potter' instead of 'Weasley' at the top. I can put two and two together."

Harry snorted. "That was smart of him."

Ginny looked up at him. "I'd say it was a bit risky. I mean, I'm not a sure thing, Potter." She arched her brow mockingly. Harry screwed up his face in confusion.

"Aren't you, though? Ow! Ginny." He rubbed his chest on the spot that his new fiancé had just hit. "Abusive still? After all this?" He asked in mock outrage, in reality pulling her closer and tipping her face down to meet his lips in a kiss.

"I just…want to make sure…nothing comes too…easily for you…" Ginny gasped out in between kisses. Harry hauled her closer and leaned forward until he was laying over her across the bed.

"We wouldn't want that." He muttered into her neck, biting a tendon there. Ginny shook her head and arched up, inhaling deeply.

"No. Not that." She said distractedly as his kisses moved lower along her collarbone.

"If I wanted easy, I'd be with Romilda Vane." Harry laughed. Ginny's fingers tangled in his hair to bring her head up level to hers again.

"But you don't want that." She said, trying to seem stern. She didn't really succeed with her giant smile getting in the way. But Harry just smiled back.

"No. Because she's a-"

"-Vile, evil, little Harpy." They finished the sentence together and Ginny rolled them over so that she was on top. Their movements toppled a pillow off the side of the bed.

"There go the pillows again…" Ginny laughed and leaned in farther to cover his body more fully with hers. Suddenly, with their hands tangled together and the new weight of the ring in between his fingers, Harry couldn't be bothered to give a damn about the pillows.