Who? Ron and Hermione When? Backdated to Sunday; April 18th. Where? Their flat. What? Hermione wakes up to find her engagement ring. Rating? TBD.
He can’t sleep.
There’s too much going on inside of his head. So many thoughts buzzing around back and forth, left to right and just all over for any kind of rest to overtake him. Ron turned his head to the side, focusing on Hermione’s sleeping face. She moved in that morning so this is technically their first night together-- in the since of living together anyway. Hermione had spent the night over at his flat many times before, she had practically been living there for a month or two at some point but now it was different because it was like… official or whatever. It was no longer his flat, it was theirs and he never knew something so small as changing his to theirs could inspire such big emotions in him.
But it did.
He watched her for a few moments, tempted to reach out and touch her; let a callous fingertip graze down her cheek or remove a few curly strands from her eyes but in the end, he carefully sat up and got out of the bed. Quiet footsteps took him to his dresser, where he pulled open the top drawer and dug through the articles of clothing there until he got to a certain bag which was the cause of his restlessness (one that should have had a concealment charm on it but Hermione had apparated in right at the moment he was hiding it away, startling him into forgetting). He pulled out the tiny velvet box from inside, holding it tightly in hand as he moved to the window and took a seat there, leaning against the frame and positioning himself just right to have a clear view of the woman he loved in hi- their bed.
He doesn’t deserve her. There is no life long insecurity eating away at him when he thinks this, it’s just plain fact. She is loads too good for him but for some reason, she chosed him. He’s the one she wants and because of this, he is going to spend everyday from this point on doing whatever he can to earn that love and making her feel like she didn’t make a mistake (which he knows she did). He opens the box and takes out the ring, letting it flip back and forth between his thumb and index finger, watching the stray light from the window behind him catch and gleam. Ron spent all day trying to come up with some grand romantic notion that he could use to present her the ring but none of them felt right. They were all just too much and none of them felt like he could actually pull them off without a hitch.
At this point, they all felt unneeded.
Not that Hermione didn’t deserve romance and all that, she does and then some but he just didn’t feel like he had to give her the ring in some showy way because it already belonged to her; it was always hers, no one else’s. So with that in mind, the redhead got to his feet and moved over to the side of the bed Hermione was on, sinking down on one knee. He labored his breaths, and reached for her hand with utmost care and seconds later, the ring was slipped onto her ring finger. He stared at her hand for who knows how long, marveling at how it looked graced with the piece of jewelry, that symbol of love. He leaned down and placed an air light kiss on the top of her hand before gently placing it back down and standing back up.
After that, when he slipped back into bed on his side, well he pretty much fell asleep instantly. If only staying awake long enough to drape an arm over her waist and snuggle his face close to her shoulder and brown curls.