"It had been seven years since the war. Seven years of tranquillity. Some might say they're boring, but to them, this was the peace that they wanted but never got. The peace they deserved. Ginny and Harry were in a serious relationship, both working...
Being a healer was not easy. It was especially challenging when the world was judging his progress, considering he's probably the most famous person in this gossip-thirsty world. But he was much better off than his best friend, Ron, who was Head Auror. He probably faced more forced interviews than drumsticks he had eaten, which is really saying something. At least he coped better. Thoughts ran through the mind of Harry Potter as he wrapped up another day of healing.
"Hmm, whatcha thinking, Harry?" The voice of Ginny crept over him, a smile widening on his face.
"Nothing, I...I'm really looking forward to tonight."
"Me too. Christmas."
"Bye Ginny! Bye Harry! Happy Christmas!" yelled a girl from the other ward. She was their coworker specialising in memory recovery, Margaret.
"Bye Maggie!" Ginny yelled back. "Merry Christmas to you too!"
It had been seven years since the war. Seven years of tranquillity. Everyone was happily settled. Some might say they're boring, but to them, this was the peace that they wanted but never got. The peace they deserved. Hermione and Ron have gotten married a year ago, both working in the Ministry, Ron as Head Auror and Hermione rightfully the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Ginny and Harry were in a serious relationship, both working as healers. Healing others, to them, is healing themselves from the trauma they experienced during their teenage years. Nothing was perfect, no, but they loved every aspect of their life dearly. The people, the profession, and the peace.
Except everything was about to change. Tonight. For better or for worse.
It was Christmas Eve. Ginny and Harry had just returned from work, taking off their bloodstained green healer gowns and collapsing on the sofa.
"Happy Christmas, Gin."
"Happy Christmas, Harry. I love you."
"Come on, are we really going to give in to our tiredness? No dance?" Harry said, standing up with some difficulty and putting on some Celestina Warbeck.
"Fine, you win, Potter," muttered Ginny, rolling her eyes playfully, giving into an annual tradition.
Harry smirked. Holding out his hand, he asked, "Am I honoured to ask you for a dance, Weasley?"
She pretended to hesitate. "Hmm, let me think. I do have a boyfriend, mister!"
"Really? Well, I heard that he has a cauldron full of hot, strong love brewing for you." Harry sang along to that line in the song.
At this, Ginny giggled and took his hand. They began to dance around casually in the moonlight as Ginny nuzzled her head into his shoulder.
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"Mm, Gin, can I ask you something?" Harry muttered quietly.
"Anything," she whispered.
Harry suddenly pulled away from her, causing her to look up. What she did not expect was Harry kneeling and pulling out a ring. The moonlit ruby glistened softly, twinkling like his eyes.
"I know, I know. Super cliché, Christmas Eve. Laugh all you want, but I couldn't wait any longer. I had a realization this morning - if I get hit by a bus tomorrow, I need you as my wife. You mean the world to me, Gin. Without you, I don't think I would have chosen to come back. Thank you, for you give me purpose in my life. You truly heal me. So I ask you sincerely, Ginevra Molly Weasley, will you marry me?"
Ginny's glassy eyes already told the truth. "Harry," she whispered, "I love you so much." With that, she leapt forward and clashed her lips on his.
"I take that as a yes," said Harry, panting when they finally pulled away after several moonlit nights.
"Oh, it's definitely a y-"
CLASH! BOOM!
"Obliviate!"
Ginevra Weasley was hit square on the chest. Everything from then on went black.
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