Being friends as long as they were, Ron didn't bother with sayings like 'you didn't need to get me anything,' because frankly, Ron liked getting presents. That said, presents from Hermione were very often bookish or school orientated. Sometimes she got it right - and so right that it was unbelievable - but he steeled himself to try and feign gratitude at the latest study aide.
"Hmm," He said, smiling a little. "Well, it's not shaped like a book." Ron picked up the envelope and shook it, arching an eyebrow at Hermione, "Unless you've done some tricky charm to shrink down Hogwarts, A History to a portable size."
Ron's smile fell from his face when he opened the envelope. He swung his legs over the ledge of the windowsill and took the tickets out of the envelope, his jaw slackening with each passing second. His jaw was practically scraping the ground by the time he tore his eyes away from the tickets and fixed them on Hermione's anxious, beautiful face.
"Hermione," He gasped, holding the tickets aloft in his hand. "Did you seriously get me tickets to Quidditch?"