"Yeah," Ron said. It was now or never. And literally now. He had to use few words or else he'd be rambling on for the next twenty minutes and not make any sense.
He reached for the box in the pocket of his jacket, and panicked. Where the hell was it? He'd charmed the damn thing so it couldn't fall out but what if something had happened? They'd been flying around everywhere that night. He looked absolutely terrified until he remembered that his coat had more than one pocket, and then relief swept across his face, and he looked rather sheepish.
It had been about two weeks since he'd told Harry he was going to buy it. A week since he had. And while it was nice knowing he had it, he wanted it on her finger already. He was done with waiting.
Taking the box out, he said, "I want you to tell me that you'll marry me," he said, only then remembering that he was supposed to drop to one knee or something. But that seemed weird, so he just sat down next to her on the couch, flipping open the box, revealing the ring inside. "So uh, will you? Marry me? Hermione?"
There was only one thing that would wipe that smile off his face and he wasn't even considering that, nervous as he was.