            Harry set his drink down. As he cleared his throat, all eyes turned back to him. "One more thing," he murmured, pulling Ginny up with a tug on her hand. Hermione watched, breathless, as Harry dug into his back pocket and pulled out the ring. The diamond glinted under the candlelight as gasps and sobs chorused the room. "Ginevra Molly Weasley," Harry whispered, sinking down on one knee. "I’ve been mad about you since I nearly set a basilisk on you."