Watching him as Ron fiddled around in the pockets of his coat, Hermione's expression was one of bemusement. He was acting just as strange as he had that morning, and she still hadn't quite figured out what his problem was. As his own expression changed multiple times and rather drastically in a short space of time, she had to ask, "Are you alright?"
He didn't answer her question, instead finally finding whatever it was he was after and holding it in his hand. Hermione couldn't quite work out what it was from her vantage point on the couch, but she hoped that whatever it may be, it would unlock the mystery to Ron's rather odd behaviour. And that it did.
When he finally told her what it was he wanted, it was so far removed from firewhiskey that Hermione would never have guessed in a million years. He wasn't serious... Except that he looked serious as he sat down next to her, and so did that ring he was holding.
"Oh my god, Ron, how many months salary did you spend on that?"
The words were out of her mouth before she could even think about what she was saying, and aware that she was just staring dumbly at him afterwards, Hermione couldn't do anything about it. It was a simple question, but a lot to take in. She would have been lying if she said she hadn't been expecting this; the only thing was, she had been expecting it a few years from now.
But even as she thought about it, there was no question in her mind that she and Ron were a forever kind of deal. Why put off the inevitable?
Her gaze moving from his face, to the ring, and back again, she eventually nodded. "Yes."