Ron's P.O.V
"My dears, are you favoring a Quidditch player?" the old witch asked at the ring shop.
I nudged Harry. "Um yes!" She looked at us and said , "Follow me."
There, in the container, was a small golden snitch in the middle of a crystal. Harry gasped. "How much?" he whispered in awe? "I would say about 1,000 galleons," she said.
Harry was rich, but did have THAT much money in his bank. "We'll come back later." Harry quickly muttered.
Harry pulled me out of the shop.
"Are you mad? I haven't found Hermione a ring yet!" All he said was "Gringotts."
Crack! " ," the goblin said. Harry declared, "I wish to enter vault 711!" The goblin nodded wisely. "The Black's vault, I see."
Then all of a sudden, it struck me. Sirius had left all of his possessions with Harry, money included. We traveled to a door as big as Hogwarts! There, sitting inside was about 100,000 Galleons, possibly more! Harry told the goblin that he wanted to draw 2,000 Galleons.
We headed back to the ring shop. "Back so soon?" the witch said. We ran past her and bought the ring. I went to look for the ring for Hermione. I found a gold one with emeralds surrounding it. It was 100 Galleons. We bought it and Harry said, "We give it to them at our next date. "Deal?" I nodded.
Hermione's P.O.V.
Later that night, Ginny and I headed toward the common room, bouncing. "We're going to France!" we chorused. The boys mouths hung open in shock. I could tell it was more then surprise. I glanced at Ginny and she mouthed, Rings?
Harry's P.O.V.
Looks like we're getting engaged in France.