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Harry Potter (auror__potter) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Harry caught the box, opened it and was quiet for a moment. The ring caught the light, and Harry assumed the way it sparkled was a good thing. "Why, Ron. I thought you'd never ask," he said, batting his eyes at Ron.

He'd known this day was coming, eventually, and he was happy for them. There was no doubt in his mind that Hermione would say yes, that they would get married and have babies and...leave him behind. He'd be Uncle Harry, asked to dinner once a month if he was lucky. Pushing away that ridiculous thought, he grinned brightly.

He closed the box and tossed it back to Ron, growing more serious. "You know she's just been waiting for you to ask, right?" It had never been talked about, but Harry knew that was true. "Is that, uh, why you've been. You know. For the last few weeks?" That was as close as Harry could bring himself to ask if there was anything bothering Ron.