Ron made a non-committal noise as Harry insisted that he was better at chess than he used to be. Maybe Harry was better, but Ron a few more tricks over the years too.
He grunted as Buttons decided to land right on his stomach. Then, apparently trying to get comfortable, the cat decided to climb his lanky frame, standing on Ron's shoulders for a moment before leaping back onto his lap and purring loudly. Ron sighed. "Well, I'm stuck here now," he said resignedly, starting to gently stroke Buttons' head.
Ron's brow creased as he frowned. "Actually... can I show you something?" he asked, already attempting to reach what was in the pocket of his jeans without disturbing the cat too much. It seemed like he should finally share after all these months. "Here." He tossed the small ring box at Harry. "What d'you reckon?"