Play it Again, Harry
Harry Potter sat at his rolltop desk - once Sirius' - quill poised, the parchment beneath it quite blank. He couldn't organize his thoughts into any semblance of order. They all revolved around Hermione.
And the terrible row which had taken place the day before.
It shouldn't have been like that, his numb mind insisted, replaying the nasty scene over and over. The ending should have been much different. Much sweeter. His free hand went to his robe pocket where the object still reclined, still in its little cushioned box. It should be on her finger now. A question should have been asked, an answer given.
They should be engaged!
Harry groaned, threw down the quill. It was no use, he couldn't concentrate on anything else, much less a lecture. And he had no one to blame but himself. Because he couldn't keep his big mouth shut. Because he'd had to bring up Ron. He had known better, had known any feelings Hermione had once held for his red-headed best friend were long ago subsumed, lost to youth, and other, stronger feelings - for himself - had taken their place.
So, why did he have to be such a stupid git and bring it up? If only he could turn back time....
His head jerked up, almost dislocating his neck. He could! He could do it! He dashed from the room, up the narrow stairs, ignoring the ignominious house elf that was on his way down, until he reached the room they shared, he and Hermione. He knew right where it was, where it had been ever since they'd begun to cohabit here.
Harry threw open Hermione's lingerie drawer, digging beneath the lacy things which nestled comfortably there, ignoring them now - he could delve into those another time - feeling for something a bit harder. And then he had it, retrieving it like the prize at the bottom of the Cracker Jack box.
Harry smiled to himself as he carefully set the timeturner for the day before. He would be more careful this time, wouldn't say the fateful words. And this time tomorrow - or rather, today - they would be engaged.
And the future would be theirs at last.