"I suppose that's not a bad effort," Hermione decided in amusement. Ron really was terrible at keeping things to himself, particularly if he was excited about something. "I did know that," she told him. "No one really likes to carry around large sums of cash. But mental or not, you did a wonderful job in picking this out." Looking down at her ring again, she smiled for about the millionth time in the last half an hour. "I love it. And I love you." That last part went without saying, but if there was ever a time to say it, it was now.
"We are," she agreed quietly. "Who would have thought that the horrid troll in the girl's bathroom would have led to this?"