We're Thinking May

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Harry Potter or WB Studios. This is fanfiction, and all rights go to J.K. Rowling.

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"Harry, why have you taken me here?" Ginny asked, fixing her necklace and she and Harry entered the best restaurant in all of the Wizarding England, so they were told.  

He was going to ask Ginny to marry him.  

Now, Harry Potter was not one for huge, romantic gestures. Ginny knew he loved her, and that was good enough.  

But his proposal? He wanted it to be special, somehow.  

You'd think someone who had six years of magical education, hunted horcruxes and hung out with Hermione Granger for almost a decade would be a bit more imaginative and daring, but a fancy restaurant was the best Harry could do.  

So Ginny's question posed a million in his mind. 

Why had he brought her here? 

To propose. But he couldn't tell her that! Did she already know? Was she trying to get it out of him? Did that mean she was going to say yes?  

"Ginny. I'm Harry Potter, an icon and well-endowed Auror. You're Ginny, an internationally famous Quidditch Player. We're expected to go to expensive restaurants every once and a while," he lied, as approached the booth to tell the man their reservation. She didn't look convinced.  

When they sat down, Harry scanned the menu and sighed.  

"What is it?" Ginny asked, picking up a menu of her own. 

"It's all in French...does that mean 'Duck'?" he asked, pointing to an item on the second page.  

"Phl--I mean, Feur's taught me a bit...and no, that means 'Frog'." she said, turning back to her own menu. 

A tiny house-elf appeared at their elbows.  

"Welcome to Cafe L'amore," it squeaked, "May I start you two off with some drinks?"  

"Um, just water for me..." 

"Same." 

The elf nodded and disappeared.  When it returned, Harry asked for an English menu, which he was provided.  The food was small, but very good. 

After they were halfway through dessert, Harry decided his moment had come.  He pretended to drop his fork on the ground and got out of his chair to retrieve it. Ginny raised her eyebrows. He felt inside his coat pocket for the ring...and sighed, remembering where it was. 

He had forgotten the ring at home. 

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"I really thought he was going to propose!"  

Ginny exclaimed to Hermione, who was listening sympathetically, her own engagement ring glistening on her finger.  

"It's so like him," Hermione sighed, shaking her head.  

"I guess I didn't expect him to be so...Ron-ish," Ginny said.  

"Excuse me? In case you haven't noticed..." Hermione shot back, waving her bejeweled finger at Ginny. Ron had proposed almost two weeks ago.  Ginny shrugged. 

"Probably because you put out so soon," Ginny said. 

"Ginny! Like you didn't?" Hermione retorted. 

"It was longer than a week!"  

And in fact it was, and, Ginny was proud to say, her and Harry had been smart enough not to get caught the next morning by Mrs. Weasley. Hermione rolled her eyes.  

"I'm going to go make dinner," she said and left the room. 

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Later that night, Ginny climbed into bed beside Harry.  

"Hey, Ginny," Harry said nervously. He had been weird since the not-proposal dinner. 

"Hello, Harry," she smiled. She knew she shouldn't be irritated, but dammit, even Ron got the hint before Harry did. 

"How was work?" she asked. 

"Terrible. Guess who just joined St. Mungos and is a witness in Hermione's case?" he asked. 

"Who?" Ginny didn't know anyone who was partial to a medical career. 

"Draco," Harry said bitterly. Ginny frowned and rubbed Harry's arm for comfort.  

"Oh," she said.  

"And the worst part is, he's nice now."  

"Why is that bad?"  

"Draco's not nice!" 

Ginny sighed. Harry was so stubborn. 

"Ginny...when I took you out to dinner, I kinda left something here," he confessed, looking shyly at her. 

Her heart stopped. 

"What did you leave?" 

"Um, this." he said, handing her a small black box. 

She opened it, and gasped. A real diamond?  

"Will you marry me?"  

She looked into his eyes. He was surprising himself, that was obvious. He had obviously planned it differently.  

But who cares? 

"Yes, of course, Harry!"