Ron scowled briefly. He knew it had been seven months. "Don't think so. Just hasn't been the right time." The chess player in him wanted to plan out all the possibilities, even the chance that she might say no.
For a long moment, Ron let his hand rest on Buttons's head, feeling the vibrations of his purring. "Y'know, I've been talking about it a lot. Just not with you two, I guess? The victim, she just reminded me of Hermione. Didn't look a bloody thing like her, but still." His hand moved down Buttons's back to the tip of his tail. "I hate talking about it," he said glumly.