SIYE Time:12:58 on 30th July 2021

The Question
By crookedhalo

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Category: Post-Hogwarts, Post-DH/AB
Characters:Harry/Ginny, Ron Weasley
Genres: Fluff, Romance
Warnings: None
Story is Complete
Rating: G
Reviews: 10
Summary: Inspired by a certain artwork by absolutelycorking over on LJ. Without giving too much away, this takes place a few years after the final battle and is pretty much pure fluff.

Hitcount: Story Total: 4493

Disclaimer: Harry Potter Publishing Rights © J.K.R. Note the opinions in this story are my own and in no way represent the owners of this site. This story subject to copyright law under transformative use. No compensation is made for this work.


A loud pop sounded just outside a house that was haphazardly stacked four stories high. A gnome snarled somewhere in the shadows of the garden, but the young man who had just appeared out of thin air paid him no mind.

In fact, the man seemed to have gone temporarily deaf. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath and ran a hand through a mess of black hair on the top of his head. Even today, it had refused to lie flat and behave itself. He had even spent an extra twenty minutes in front of the mirror today, and still no luck. He supposed he could have asked Hermione for some help, or at least some SleakEaze potion, but then he would have to admit what his intentions were. Quite honestly, the only person he had spoken to about the subject had been Mr. Weasley. Harry's stomach still gave a small lurch as he remembered that conversation.

"Mr. Weasley?" he asked tentatively, finally catching the older man alone at work. He'd known it was no use even attempting to have a moment alone at the Burrow, but he still found himself wishing he didn't have to do this within the Ministry. He knew that no conversation was private within the Ministry, having helped to insure the safety precautions himself over his last two years as an auror.

The redheaded man grinned broadly.

"Harry, how good to see you? But where's Ron?"

"Still working," Harry mumbled, flushing nearly as scarlet as the Weasleys' hair.

In fact, he had made a point to jinx Ron's file cabinet closed and slipped out just after asking his best friend to dig up a file on Elanor Rosewood. He could only hope it would keep Ron busy long enough that he wouldn't notice Harry stealing away to track down Mr. Weasley.

"Well, good then, Harry. I've been meaning to track you down soon anyways. Molly's been chomping at the bit to have you over for dinner. She says it's been ages since you, Ron, and Hermione hae been over and she seems to think the Ministry has all of you working too hard."

Arthur gave Harry a look that stated all too plainly that he had shoudlered some of the blame, despite having nothing to do with the Auror department or their workload.

"Oh, of course," Harry agreed noncommittally.

"Great. Tonight then!" Arthur said, clapping him on the back jovially. "I will see you at six," he said and then turned to walk away.

"Mr. Weasley, wait!" Harry heard his own voice shout out, before he could stop himself.

The redhead turned, an expression of mild curiousity crossing his face.

"Yes Harry?"

Harry finally had his full attention, but somehow found that all he could do was stare stupidly. He willed his tongue to work and searched his mind for what it was he was trying to say, but somehow could not in the slightest remember the words.

"Harry, are you quite all right?" Mr. Weasley asked, his eyes narrowing in concern.

He took a step closer to Harry, who was now fighting to find his voice.

As Mr. Weasley made it within arm's reach, Harry jumped back out of reach as though expecting to be hit once his question was out. He finally forced himself to speak, despite the fact that a hex was much more likely than a punch, he thought wildly.

"I-er, wanted to ask you... I know that we're young and I'm probably not quite... But I was wondering, couldIaskGinnyto..." he stopped, his tongue failing him yet again.

Mr. Weasley, however, had stopped looking confused and was now beaming down at Harry.

"Might want to rehearse it a bit more before you ask her," he said kindly.

Harry merely goggled at him for a moment.

"Yes, Harry. You have my permission. I daresay we should wait to tell Molly, or she might not be able to contain herself."

He squeezed Harry's shoulder reassuringly, just as Ron's voice filled the hall.

"Harry, you down here?" Ron called.

Mr. Weasley grinned and winked at Harry, before turning to greet Ron.

Harry blinked to snap out of his reverie. He should have rehearsed more, he realized. Though he had decided that it was now or never. Somehow he had a feeling that if he waited, his courage would fail him yet again.

It was already failing him, after all. What if she said no? Or worse, what if she said yes, and then later realized what a mistake she was making? After all, what did he know about marriage or raising a family if she wanted that? He hadn't exactly learned about successful marriages or parenting skills from the Dursleys.

No, he was actually quite certain he wouldn't be asking tonight. In fact, he turned away from the door. Perhaps it was better if he just didn't go in at all. Mr. Weasley would most likely be watching him, expecting...

Oh no. Mr. Weasley. What would he think, now that Harry had asked his permission, if he didn't go through with it?

Truly, Ginny was better off with someone else. Mr. Weasley had to see that. He was most likely just being kind to Harry. That was it.

But at the thought of Ginny marrying someone else, he remembered the faceless figure from one of his reveries so long ago. This alone caused his cheeks to grow hot and spurred him on. He decisively stepped through the door.

All through dinner, Mrs. Weasley fussed over Ron, Hermione, and himself. Harry feigned interest as Hermione gave details on her job within Magical Law Enforcement, though he wouldn't have been able to tell anyone what she'd said. He allowed Ron to speak at great length about everything they had been doing over the past few months. He even managed a few nods and assertions of "yes that's right."

Harry mercifully was able to completely tune things out as Fleur began to talk at length about Victoire, their new baby.

"She eez already speaking. I am confident that she will be fluent in both French and English," Fleur asserted.

To which Bill merely grinned.

"As soon as we can get her past the stage where she speaks in coos, of course."

To avoid Fleur's dirty look, he leaned in and kissed his wife on the cheek.

Harry felt Ginny's hand find and cover his. She leaned into him and whispered in his ear.

"Harry? Everything all right?" she murmured. Her warm breath tickled his ear and he suddenly felt an undesirable urge to ask her, now. Before the moment escaped him again.

Somehow, facing Voldemort seemed a distant and much less terrifying memory when confronted with the thought of asking a girl to marry him.

He heard a scraping sound as chairs were pushed back and somebody-most likely Mrs. Weasley-leaped to their feet.

He looked down at his plate and realized that he had barely touched his food.

Forgetting that, he turned to Ginny, intending to ask her to go for a walk.

He barely heard Mrs. Weasley's cheerful voice ask if anyone wanted pudding.

"Harry, what is it?" Ginny asked, her brow furrowing in concern.

"Harry?" Mrs. Weasley asked, but her voice dropped off. Harry was vaguely aware of Mr. Weasley at her side, putting a hand on her arm.

"Harry?" Ginny asked again.

Her brown eyes met his and suddenly he was prompted yet again by the thought of someone else standing beside Ginny, who looked stunning in a white dress, her red hair gleaming through a gauzy veil.

In one motion, he had lifted himself off the bench and he was vaguely aware that he was now kneeling beside her, the ring box in his hand. How it had gotten there, he wasn't quite sure.

He looked up at her and realized she was grinning at him.

"Yes, Harry," she shrieked, throwing her arms around him and kissing him.

Behind him, Harry heard Mrs. Weasley burst into noisy tears.

As Ginny rested her head on his shoulders, Harry chanced a look around, for the first time truly appreciating the scene before him.

Hermione seemed to have almost fallen off her chair, she had leaned forward so much. Ron sat frozen, a forkful of food dangling between his mouth and the plate. He didn't seem to want to hex Harry though which was a good thing, in Harry's opinion. Beside Ron, Bill had actually stood and was leaning forward on the table. He winked at Harry.

Fleur also sat next to Bill and was beaming at Harry as well.

Finally, Ron spoke up.

"Blimey, Harry, I suppose I don't have to worry that you're merely having fun with her anymore, do I?" he blurted out.

The entire kitchen burst into laughter and Harry felt a surge of warmth in his stomach. As he looked around yet again at everyone, his eyes found Ginny's and he couldn't help but grin.

As he leaned in and stole one more kiss from Ginny, his previous worries seemed to melt away into a distant memory.

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