"Would you...?"
Date : November 28-29th 2002
Characters : Harry Potter & Ginny Weasley.
Location : Harry's house at the end of Whiting Road.
Status : Private.
Summary : Harry wakes Ginny up in the middle of the night, because he has something important to ask her.
Complete : Complete.
Harry couldn’t sleep. He had been tossing and turning for hours now, his mind straying back to the box that he kept hidden in the inner pocket of his cloak. He had been gathering up the courage for almost two weeks now, but things had always come up and interrupted. He turned on his side and looked at Ginny’s sleeping form. Suddenly, the craziest idea flashed through his mind. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he shook her lightly. “Gin?”
Her first few weeks at Annwn had been some blessed miracle of uninterrupted blocks of sleep, but since the binding ceremony it had been as though the peace had been shattered. The nightmares came back to haunt her, sleep a rarity once more. So when Harry's hand on her shoulder, shaking her softly pulled her out of the rare slumber she groaned slightly. Ginny pressed her head into the pillow stubbornly for a moment and then rolled over to face him.
She blinked a few times, letting her eyes adjust and focus before speaking. "Harry?" She smirked a little, still somewhat displeased from being woken, but she would live.
Watching her blink sleepily, Harry almost immediately regretted waking her. His question would have to wait then. Ginny needed her sleep, her rest. The binding ceremony had been awful for both of them and shouldn’t really be taking away the only peaceful moment she had; her sleep. He gave a wry smile and pretended to pluck something out of her hair.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I thought a bug got caught in your hair. It’s just… a dusty bit of rag. Go back to sleep.” He kissed her cheek as an apology.
She wrinkled her nose a bit, half in annoyance, half confusion. The conversation, or rather explination, seemed so odd and she couldn't really decide if she was actually awake or asleep. She mumbled a soft thank you and snuggled herself against his chest. Not having really fully woken up sleep claimed her again easily.
Harry wrapped an arm around her, pulling the covers a bit higher so she wouldn’t get cold. He didn’t know how long he sat there, idly playing with her hair. He was chickening out and he damn well knew. It couldn’t be that hard, now could it? Sighing, he looked at her again. She looked so peaceful, so undisturbed as she slept. He hated waking her up again, but she’d be able to go back to sleep when he was done talking. Or so he promised himself.
“Gin?” He whispered, watching her for any signs of waking up again.
She pulled herself closer to him when he spoke again, pressing her face into his chest. Her limbs felt heavy and her mind fuzzy. And for the life of her she couldn't figure out what was so important that he kept trying to wake her up. After a moment she pulled away a little and looked at him. She seemed a little bit more awake than the last time but still not quite fully with it. She watched him carefully for a moment. He seemed rather worried, which worried her. She raised a brow somewhat, reaching a hand up to push some of his hair out of face. "What's wrong?" she asked, slipping her arm back around him.
“I…” Harry hesitated, again. “I wanted to ask… Err… I was wondering…” He paused. God, he couldn’t do this. ‘So much for Gryffindor nerve.’ He mentally scolded himself. But he knew just as well that Ginny would press on until he spilled whatever he had to say. He swallowed. “Err… I can’t sleep. I’m going down to the kitchen for a bit. You… err… want me to bring anything for you when I come back up?”
She pulled herself away so that he could get up, pulling the blanket up to her chin in preperation for the chill that would no doubt seep in when he left. She shook her head a little. "No, I'm fine," she said. She was worried, but he didn't seem to want to discuss whatever was running through his mind. She rolled over and curled up on her other side, pulling her knees to her chest. Maybe she could still get back to sleep, she hadn't really been awake that long. She pressed her eyes shut tight hearing him get up and leave the room.
Once she heard the door shut and footsteps trail down the stairs she rolled onto her back with a frustrated sigh. She rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times glancing around the room. She rolled back onto her side and pulled the blanket tight against her before letting her eyelids slip close again. The familiar heaviness seeped through her body and she didn’t fight the welcome sleep.
Harry quietly descended the stairs and slipped into the kitchen. He didn’t need anything from the bloody kitchen. He mentally scolded himself for being such a nutter coward. He poured himself a glass of water and sipped it, starting to pace.
He should simply come out and ask her. It shouldn’t be that bad. They’d been dating for what? Almost four years? (Not counting the breaks in between, of course.) They had lived together at Grimmauld Place and now they lived together in Annwn. What was the big deal anyway? Harry heaved a sigh and finished his glass of water. Glancing at his cloak hanging on the coatrack, he went for it and reached inside the inner pocket, pulling out a small velvet box.
He sneaked back up the stairs, took a deep breath and slipped into the bedroom again. He sank down on the edge of the bed, gazing down at Ginny. She was asleep again, but not for long. ‘Now or never.’ He placed a hand on her shoulder again. “Gin?”
She had just fallen back into a deep sleep when she felt the framiliar weight against her shoulder. Her hands clenched around the sheets and she let out a slow, measure breath. But it didn't help. Her eyes snapped open, hard and blazing and entirely annoyed. "Harry James Potter, I swear, if you woke me up again to back off of saying whatever it is you want to say, again, I... well... let's just say I can't be expected to be held accountable for my actions," she tried to keep her voice even and calm but failed miserably. She stared expetantly at him, the familiar furry of her temper flickering in her eyes.
When he even dared take a moment's pause she bolted up into a sitting position. "Harry, you know that thing, it's called sleep, and I used to like it and I used to actually do it and I had really rather enjoyed the fact that I had been sleeping tonight so could you please, please, either tell me whatever it is that's on your mind or let me go back to bed and tell me in the morning."
Harry cringed slightly, but didn’t plan on chickening out this time. “I… Err…” He began stuttering, plucking at the covers. “I was wondering… err… Just wanted to ask if you… y’know… Err…” He paused, closing his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and running his hand through his hair. “What I’ve been wanting to ask… Gin, will you marry me?”
She watched him work through the words, her eyes still hard and blazing, her patience growing shorter with every false start. She had just about reached the end of the little patience she had left when the question finally fell from his lips. It took a moment for the words to fall into place in her mind, took a couple times around before the full meaning settled.
And then it was like someone had suddenly flicked a switch, the stubborn, angry look on her face melted into some odd combination of sheer joy and shock. She all but flung herself onto him, her lips pressing into his skin anywhere and everywhere she could reach. "Yes, of course... yes..."
Harry relaxed into her touch, kissing the side of his neck as he fiddled with the little velvet box. With trembling fingers, he managed to take out the ring. He sat back a little, watching her with probably the most stupid grin anyone had ever seen on his face. Taking her hand, he slowly and carefully slipped the ring on, loving the way it looked on her finger. He pulled her closer and fiercely kissed her. Needless to say, it took them quite a while to get back to sleep…
Characters : Harry Potter & Ginny Weasley.
Location : Harry's house at the end of Whiting Road.
Status : Private.
Summary : Harry wakes Ginny up in the middle of the night, because he has something important to ask her.
Complete : Complete.
Harry couldn’t sleep. He had been tossing and turning for hours now, his mind straying back to the box that he kept hidden in the inner pocket of his cloak. He had been gathering up the courage for almost two weeks now, but things had always come up and interrupted. He turned on his side and looked at Ginny’s sleeping form. Suddenly, the craziest idea flashed through his mind. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he shook her lightly. “Gin?”
Her first few weeks at Annwn had been some blessed miracle of uninterrupted blocks of sleep, but since the binding ceremony it had been as though the peace had been shattered. The nightmares came back to haunt her, sleep a rarity once more. So when Harry's hand on her shoulder, shaking her softly pulled her out of the rare slumber she groaned slightly. Ginny pressed her head into the pillow stubbornly for a moment and then rolled over to face him.
She blinked a few times, letting her eyes adjust and focus before speaking. "Harry?" She smirked a little, still somewhat displeased from being woken, but she would live.
Watching her blink sleepily, Harry almost immediately regretted waking her. His question would have to wait then. Ginny needed her sleep, her rest. The binding ceremony had been awful for both of them and shouldn’t really be taking away the only peaceful moment she had; her sleep. He gave a wry smile and pretended to pluck something out of her hair.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I thought a bug got caught in your hair. It’s just… a dusty bit of rag. Go back to sleep.” He kissed her cheek as an apology.
She wrinkled her nose a bit, half in annoyance, half confusion. The conversation, or rather explination, seemed so odd and she couldn't really decide if she was actually awake or asleep. She mumbled a soft thank you and snuggled herself against his chest. Not having really fully woken up sleep claimed her again easily.
Harry wrapped an arm around her, pulling the covers a bit higher so she wouldn’t get cold. He didn’t know how long he sat there, idly playing with her hair. He was chickening out and he damn well knew. It couldn’t be that hard, now could it? Sighing, he looked at her again. She looked so peaceful, so undisturbed as she slept. He hated waking her up again, but she’d be able to go back to sleep when he was done talking. Or so he promised himself.
“Gin?” He whispered, watching her for any signs of waking up again.
She pulled herself closer to him when he spoke again, pressing her face into his chest. Her limbs felt heavy and her mind fuzzy. And for the life of her she couldn't figure out what was so important that he kept trying to wake her up. After a moment she pulled away a little and looked at him. She seemed a little bit more awake than the last time but still not quite fully with it. She watched him carefully for a moment. He seemed rather worried, which worried her. She raised a brow somewhat, reaching a hand up to push some of his hair out of face. "What's wrong?" she asked, slipping her arm back around him.
“I…” Harry hesitated, again. “I wanted to ask… Err… I was wondering…” He paused. God, he couldn’t do this. ‘So much for Gryffindor nerve.’ He mentally scolded himself. But he knew just as well that Ginny would press on until he spilled whatever he had to say. He swallowed. “Err… I can’t sleep. I’m going down to the kitchen for a bit. You… err… want me to bring anything for you when I come back up?”
She pulled herself away so that he could get up, pulling the blanket up to her chin in preperation for the chill that would no doubt seep in when he left. She shook her head a little. "No, I'm fine," she said. She was worried, but he didn't seem to want to discuss whatever was running through his mind. She rolled over and curled up on her other side, pulling her knees to her chest. Maybe she could still get back to sleep, she hadn't really been awake that long. She pressed her eyes shut tight hearing him get up and leave the room.
Once she heard the door shut and footsteps trail down the stairs she rolled onto her back with a frustrated sigh. She rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times glancing around the room. She rolled back onto her side and pulled the blanket tight against her before letting her eyelids slip close again. The familiar heaviness seeped through her body and she didn’t fight the welcome sleep.
Harry quietly descended the stairs and slipped into the kitchen. He didn’t need anything from the bloody kitchen. He mentally scolded himself for being such a nutter coward. He poured himself a glass of water and sipped it, starting to pace.
He should simply come out and ask her. It shouldn’t be that bad. They’d been dating for what? Almost four years? (Not counting the breaks in between, of course.) They had lived together at Grimmauld Place and now they lived together in Annwn. What was the big deal anyway? Harry heaved a sigh and finished his glass of water. Glancing at his cloak hanging on the coatrack, he went for it and reached inside the inner pocket, pulling out a small velvet box.
He sneaked back up the stairs, took a deep breath and slipped into the bedroom again. He sank down on the edge of the bed, gazing down at Ginny. She was asleep again, but not for long. ‘Now or never.’ He placed a hand on her shoulder again. “Gin?”
She had just fallen back into a deep sleep when she felt the framiliar weight against her shoulder. Her hands clenched around the sheets and she let out a slow, measure breath. But it didn't help. Her eyes snapped open, hard and blazing and entirely annoyed. "Harry James Potter, I swear, if you woke me up again to back off of saying whatever it is you want to say, again, I... well... let's just say I can't be expected to be held accountable for my actions," she tried to keep her voice even and calm but failed miserably. She stared expetantly at him, the familiar furry of her temper flickering in her eyes.
When he even dared take a moment's pause she bolted up into a sitting position. "Harry, you know that thing, it's called sleep, and I used to like it and I used to actually do it and I had really rather enjoyed the fact that I had been sleeping tonight so could you please, please, either tell me whatever it is that's on your mind or let me go back to bed and tell me in the morning."
Harry cringed slightly, but didn’t plan on chickening out this time. “I… Err…” He began stuttering, plucking at the covers. “I was wondering… err… Just wanted to ask if you… y’know… Err…” He paused, closing his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and running his hand through his hair. “What I’ve been wanting to ask… Gin, will you marry me?”
She watched him work through the words, her eyes still hard and blazing, her patience growing shorter with every false start. She had just about reached the end of the little patience she had left when the question finally fell from his lips. It took a moment for the words to fall into place in her mind, took a couple times around before the full meaning settled.
And then it was like someone had suddenly flicked a switch, the stubborn, angry look on her face melted into some odd combination of sheer joy and shock. She all but flung herself onto him, her lips pressing into his skin anywhere and everywhere she could reach. "Yes, of course... yes..."
Harry relaxed into her touch, kissing the side of his neck as he fiddled with the little velvet box. With trembling fingers, he managed to take out the ring. He sat back a little, watching her with probably the most stupid grin anyone had ever seen on his face. Taking her hand, he slowly and carefully slipped the ring on, loving the way it looked on her finger. He pulled her closer and fiercely kissed her. Needless to say, it took them quite a while to get back to sleep…
