Ron let his arm slip off of Harry, as he nodded, "Yeah, well, there's not much to be done about it now. Hermione married Stephen, and I didn't get a chance to ask her and that's that," and Ron looked away from his friend. He wasn't very good at hiding the fact that he was not nearly as upset about it as he had been a few weeks ago. He and Hermione had successfully patched that breach, and Ron felt more at ease and confident when he thought about the women.
"Well, I've talked to Mum; I went over to the Burrow for the day. We talked. She doesn't blame Hermione at all. She blames me," and Ron grinned at Harry, "What do you expect? Mum knows I'm the dawdler. She still thinks highly of Hermione, and she actually suggested she not come. I had to tell her Hermione was in the same mindset, so that's settled. George is working on some decorations that look Muggle but that he can put up quickly, without any Muggles seeing. Ana's dad is a chef, so there is a bit of back and forth about the food. Food, again, just like at Bill and Fleur's wedding, but not near as bad. Ana's parents are nice. Quiet and polite. We all had dinner together. I don't know Harry," and at this point, Ron let himself be more honest with Harry, "I just am crap at getting to know girls. Give me a bloke, and we can hit it off right away. A girl? It's completely different, and especially one who doesn't seem too terribly keen about me. Sure, I can talk to girls, but get one to like me? That is a completely different story. I do like her," and Ron looked at Harry, "She's not hard to like, but I'm not sure I'm doing a good job being very romantic. I don't know how. Not really."
Ron followed Harry as the lift stopped, and they headed down the hall. He realized with a start, where they were heading but he said nothing. Any excuse to see her was a good one.