*Harry's POV*

I felt so elated, and nothing could destroy my positiveness. In fact, it seemed that the opposite happened; my joyous mood spread faster than the plague throughout the Burrow. Mrs Weasley - mum - even planned a surprise engagement party!

We laughed, danced, and had a good time. It seemed that soon the world knew it too because someone from the paper saw Ginny's and my hands interlocked, whilst her other hand wore the ring that she had refused to take off, even for Quidditch. An image had been taken, and before long we were interviewed, and had people congratulating us on the streets, a bag of baby clothes had even been handed to Ginny once!

Of course, she was also receiving hate mail. I found a useful spell though which showed where the letter was from, and soon we found out that there was a group of people who was continuously sending her it. As it was classed as harassment, the Aurors were contacted (I valued my position as an Auror very much at this point), and they found the group.

They had sent curses that would be unleashed when the envelope was opened, and all sorts of things. I thought they deserved worse that the hearing that was to take place soon. If found guilty, and depending on how bad the curses were, they might be sent to one of the new prisons.

People were outraged that there were new prisons as it meant that the Dementors could escape again and lead us to W.W.III, but they calmed down when informed that, although they were like Azkaban - isolated in the middle of an ocean, prisoners had their wand snapped in half, and tossed to different sides of the Earth, the cages were also magic-bound so that extraordinary witches and wizards, who could do wandless magic, were still unable to escape - there were no Dementors in sight. Also, guards were given truth serum to know which side they had previously been on - even if under the imperious curse and on the dark side they were turned down, as it showed that they weren't strong enough to fight back - and were questioned about their friends and family as well as any associates that could potentially influence them to break people out. They were also required to give their blood status, and again under the truth serum, what they thought about blood purity.

But that had all passed, and we were now focusing on wedding plans. There wasn't much work to do at the moment, so I usually went in pretty late and came back fairly early. There was no way that I was complaining, though - extra time with my wife-to-be! Then an important question crossed my mind, and I wasn't sure when to ask it. As the wedding was in 5 months, I thought it was better to ask now than when it was way too late.

"Uh, Ginny? I was uh, wondering, uh-" I scratched the back of my neck, "- when-when you wanted to, um, m-move in with me?"

"Oh." This had obviously taken her by surprise. I was currently living in the Black house, but it was much more cheery, and Kreacher was as happy as ever. "Well... whenever really. Obviously before the wedding... but not too close before, because that's when we'll be most stressed, and we won't settle in properly. Maybe... hmmm... in the next couple of weeks? If that's okay with you..." she added shyly.

"Yeah, sure! The sooner the better!' The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. I clapped a hand over my mouth, yet pretended to act like a little kid would, as soon as she laughed at my sentence.

"I hope that's not the reason you asked me to marry you, Harry! Just so that I'd move in with you!" She said teasingly.

"Definitely not. I mean, why would I, why would I only want you to move in with me? I mean, look at you-" she cut me off by smacking me with her hand. Only her hand contained "Defensive Magical Theory" by Wilbert Slinkhard. And it landed right on my stomach, winding me in the process.

"Hang on, why do you even have that book anymore? That was from Umbitch- ahem, I mean Umbridge's lessons." Ginny laughed once more, before shrugging, then replying,

"Good fuel for the fire."

"Incendio?"

"Well, this book from fourth year would have been a waste of money then, wouldn't it? Might as well put it to use. Also, as just demonstrated, I find that it's superb at injuring people." She said the latter cheerfully, and I rubbed my belly from where she hit me.

"Owchie." I said pouting.

"Aww, does it hurt?" She said patronisingly. I nodded my head in reply.

"Owchie on mouth too. Kiss it better?" She looked at me, trying not to laugh.

"Well..." she deliberated, "It can't hurt to try, can it?"

With that, she leant forwards, and I matched her actions, tilting my head in the process. Her lips met mine, and just as they touched, she pulled away. So I did the mature thing a man would do in this situation and pouted again.

"C'mon, I kissed it better didn't I? If it didn't work, no point in trying again. I'll pack my stuff later, and over the next couple of weeks, we can start to move it into your house." She stood up from her chair, about to leave when I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto my lap.

"But I think the ouchie has transferred to your lips... I better help you out." I took control this time and let's just say that it got quite heated. She wound her fingers into my hair, and they gripped it tightly, as my hands got tangled in hers...

Soon, we weren't on the chair, but I found myself to be pushed against the wall. I reversed the positioning, and Ginny was there, backed against the wall as she kissed me with a rage that matched her hair; it was full of fire.

Then, the worse thing possible happened: Ron barged in.

A/N: Please don't kill me! I didn't think that people were actually reading this, but then I saw that they were. I know it's short, but it's an update?

Thanks for reading this guys!