Ron wasn't sure he wanted to get into this conversation in depth this day with Ginny. He did need her advice about these matters, but not today, not yet. And it irritated him slightly, knowing that Ginny was correct; Hermione did have a long list of things that needed to be accomplished for BOTH of them before she would even think of progressing further in their relationship. But this conversation with Ginny would occur another day, he was convinced and he gladly shifted to her other comments.
"Oh, I'll be there! I wouldn't miss it! You must know that! Quidditch is just, spectacular. And with you playing pro, well, you are living the dream, little sis, living the dream."
He sighed happily, and then took another big bite of danish. He tried not to look too smug as she asked him about his training. He wiped his hands together, dusting off the crumbs, but then looking at the floor where he'd just made a mess. He was catching on, he thought, but not quick enough. Pulling out his wand, he pointed it at the mess, and it promptly vanished.
"I'm enjoying it Ginny. There is far more to it than I realized and I am happy to say that I am doing pretty well. I am getting more confident with my skills, which seems to be helping. You know, I'm getting out of my own way so I can get the job done. We have loads of drills we work on, new spell development and practice. Its sort of like school; except it is the DADA class all day long, combined with the Army practices we used to have with Harry, in the Room of Requirement."
He took another sip, and then gave her a look, "So, you get to ask me about Hermione. Do I get to ask you? Any prospects on the horizon? Holding out for one in particular still?"
Her preference for Harry had never been a secret. Ron was curious if she was still holding out for Harry; if he and Hermione seemed slow with their romantic issues, his sister and Harry had never really gotten off the ground again after the war. He felt bad for her about that, and hoped that she would tell him she was dating all types of men; it wasn't good for her to be alone for so long, trying to make up her mind.
He caught himself too late, and felt the idiot. Why did he persist in asking questions that just bothered people?
"I'm sorry, Ginny. Never mind my question. I'm a git. You are a precious angel, especially because you feed me."