Ginny blinked, eyes wade and face pale as Neville held out the ring to her. It was large--larger than any she'd seen on anyone other than Narcissa Malfoy or Pansy Parkinson--and gorgeous. It caught the light perfectly, and she could tell just by looking at it that it had a long history.
"Neville..." she began, but her throat closed and she couldn't breathe and for a moment she thought she was going to have a panic attack. Neville had just asked her to marry him and it was too soon and they weren't ready and there was a war going on, and there was only one possible answer. And then, just as soon as it had begun, it stopped. She took a tremulous breath and tried to stop her hands from shaking.
"It's beautiful," she said finally. "Are...are you sure you want me to have it?" The fact that he wanted her to have his mother's, his grandmother's ring, was just...she didn't know what to say except.
"Of course I'll have you, you silly man," she ran into her arms and laughed. "What did you think the clock was all about, if I wasn't asking you to be my family." She buried her face in his neck, vowing to herself that she wasn't going to cry. Ginny Weasley did not cry. She pulled back and looked up into Neville's eyes. "Yes, I will marry you."