Are you busy? I need your help. It’s not work.—Harry
Wondering what Harry needed at work that wasn’t work, she sent back a quick note: I suppose I have a few minutes. Come down here.—Hermione.
When he showed up, Hermione produced a little container of cookies and offered one. Harry took one with a nervous smile and sat down. “I feel like I’m back in McGonagall’s office. Complete with the treats.”
She shrugged. “I just really like my lemon-coconut-cocoa cookie bars, and no bakery I’ve ever found sells them.”
He smiled and took a bite, seemingly in no rush to say what he came for.
“Harry, I have work to do. What?”
“How do I hide something inside a Snitch?”
She rolled her eyes. “Harry, I don’t know the first thing about the subtleties of Quidditch.”
“You have all kinds of useless facts hidden under all that hair. How can you not have that one? You knew what should have happened when Scrimgeour handed me that Snitch.”
“I suspected something might happen, but I had no idea what.”
“Come on, Hermione, I know you know something.”
She sighed. “Fine. I think it’s just a simple spell. But it only works on a used Snitch, and then it can only be reopened by the initial catcher. No spell can reopen a Snitch and keep the Snitch and the contents intact.”
“And the spell?”
“Why in the world is this so important?”
Harry fell suddenly silent, looking at his feet and fidgeting.
“You are so odd, Harry. You’re ‘the Chosen One,’ the savior of the magical world, and an Auror without even really finishing school, and you can’t even admit that you’re trying to propose to your girlfriend.’
His green eyes widened in shock. “How—you—”
“You couldn’t be more obvious if you tried, Harry.”
“Doesn’t know. Just suspects and hopes.”
“Although, a proposal involving Quidditch will catch her completely off guard.”
Harry looked surprised, and a bit pleased with himself. “You think she’ll like it?”
“Well, I assume that you’re planning to hide her ring inside a Snitch she’s caught and let her catch it again?”
“Just don’t lose the Snitch.”
“Me and her? No chance of that.”
Hermione had to laugh at that. They were almost as good as Viktor was, and Ginny was an equally brilliant Chaser. He had a point.
“Do you have a ring?”
“Yeah.” He produced a red velvet box, and passed it across her desk. Hermione opened it and revealed the clearest round diamond she’d ever seen in her life. Tiny diamonds were inlaid into the yellow gold band, which was weaved delicately all the way around. She whistled in appreciation and Harry looked exceedingly proud of himself.
“You think she’ll like it?”
“She’ll love it, though she’ll tell you that you spent too much.”
Harry left Quality Quidditch Supplies, tiny brown package in his hand, and bumped right into Ginny. He juggled the box for a moment, trying to catch it, before it landed on the ground. It hopped a few cobblestones away, trying to escape.
“Ginny! What are you doing here?” He grabbed for the package, but Ginny got it first and held it out to him.
“Same thing you are, Quality Quidditch Supplies.”
“What? What do you need in there?” Merlin, he thought, Did she see what I bought?
“Um, new gloves?”
“Oh, right. Chaser. Forgot.”
“Yeah, for the Harpies. You came to my tryout. Are you all right, Harry?”
“If you say so. Date tonight?”
“Want to play a one-on-one?”
She smirked. “Is there any other way we spend an evening?”
"Do you want to do something else?" Harry said, panicking. Was she getting bored of playing with him?
"Merlin, no. I love playing against someone I can beat with one hand behind my back."
"Is that a challenge?"
Ginny had beaten him again, in both a one-on-one game and a race to the brand-new Snitch. He opened the box and caught the gleaming golden ball before it could fly away. It beat its wings desperately against his hands.
“Apirvis.” The wings went limp and little ball opened. He placed the sparkling ring inside. It closed, and he released the breath he had been holding. A small part of him wondered if this would really work.
That weekend, The practiced again on the Weasley’s pitch, but Harry was finding it extremely hard to concentrate on catching the Quaffle. Breathe, you idiot.
“Harry, are you all right?”
“Fine, Ginny. Toss it!”
She faked a throw one way, then rolled in the air and threw it a different way. Momentarily confused by her fake, Harry just caught it before it landed in a blackberry bush
He was quite certain that the entire Weasley family was watching from the house, or even from the thick trees that shielded the Quidditch field from view of the Muggles. Hermione swore she hadn’t told, and Harry believed her, but somehow they all knew. Harry figured it was a terrible combination of Molly’s scary intuition and her inability to keep a secret. Secrets just didn’t exist in the Weasley family, because Molly sniffed them out and told the world.
“Race for the Snitch before we go in, Ginny?” He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the box on the grass, which popped open.
“You’re on, Potter.”
The golden ball whizzed away in a flash, and the pair shot after it like bullets. Harry didn’t have to pretend to lose. Between team practices and playing with him and her brothers, Ginny spent most of her time on the pitch now.
It ducked and dived, only letting its presence be known by the occasional teasing flash of gold. Harry and Ginny raced after it, marking each other, feinting, and laughing. Finally, Harry was a foot behind her when her fingers close around the little ball.
“Ha! I win, Potter! Do I get to demand a prize?”
“Sure, but I think you’ll like what was in the Snitch.”
“Huh?” She looked down, and her brown eyes widened in shock.
She looked up. They were hovering sixty feet off the ground, and Harry felt like he was about to dive off his broom.
“Will you marry me?”
Before he had really finished the sentence, she was a red-haired blur, heading straight for him. She crashed into him, nearly knocking both of them out of the air, and kissed him fiercely. “Ginny,” he tried to say in between kisses, “you lost your broom.”
“Don’t care. We have yours.”
Harry could not have said if they were there for three minutes or three years. When they finally stopped to catch their breath, they just hovered there for a few moments, foreheads together.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes, you idiot, that’s a yes.”
Sorrynotsorry, another proposal one. This was just so perfect I couldn't resist.
This is my "ABCs" series. I got the idea from . Her series is on the Last Airbender fandom, and it's pretty funny. Most of these will be funny, but a few will be darker, memories of the war and such.
Most of them will be about the Next Generation, but I may throw a curveball. We'll see how things play out.
If you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them, but there are no garuntees I'll be able to bring every idea into it. After all, there are only 26 of these, assuming I stick with it.
A is for Arachnid: yellow-tulips.deviantart.com/a…
B is for Bat-Bogey Hex: yellow-tulips.deviantart.com/a…
C is for Crucio: yellow-tulips.deviantart.com/a…
F is for Fight: yellow-tulips.deviantart.com/a…
M is for More: yellow-tulips.deviantart.com/a…
Q is for Questions: yellow-tulips.deviantart.com/a…