Ginny bit her lip to keep from laughing as Harry dragged her into his and Ron's room. She plopped down on Ron's bed with a happy smile, which only made the puzzled look on Harry's face deepen.
"Okay, what exactly am I missing? You and Hermione know something about Fred and what did you mean when you said 'nice work' to Fred and George?"
"It's simple, really. When I was listing the names of the girls who were a part of the speed dating night, I said Katie's name last because I wanted to see how Fred reacted."
"Why?"
Ginny sighed like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Because I've had the suspicion for a while that Fred likes Katie, and his reaction to hearing she went on those dates confirmed it."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Didn't you see him? When I said Katie had been going on the dates he got upset. He didn't like the thought of her going out with other guys."
That was something that Harry could understand, he'd wanted to punch the guys Ginny had been with on the speed dates. There was something else, though, "I thought Fred liked Angelina?"
"Why, because of the Yule Ball? No, they just went as friends. George is the one that likes Angelina."
"George! Since when?"
"Honestly, don't boys pay attention to anything? He's always had a bit of a crush on her, but he knew that Fred and her were just friends so he didn't put up much of a fight when they went to the ball together."
Harry's head had started to hurt a little, he wondered how girls knew all of this or kept up with it. "And Hermione knew all of this, as well?"
"Yep."
"Okay, what about when we were leaving the twins' room?"
"While they were explaining the candies they made, Fred and George took the opportunity to use Hermione and Ron as the 'example'. They pointed out some of the best traits of both of them, which made them think of each other. Quite brilliant on their part, really."
Harry sat on his bed and groaned, "How did you know all of this and not get a headache?"
"Girls tend to pay more attention to subtle things," Ginny laughed.
"I think I'll try to pay more attention from now on."
"Why?"
"I think it'll save me a headache if I find out the information piece by piece like you do, rather than all at once." Ginny grinned at him.
"Children! Dinner's ready!" Mrs. Weasley's voice carried throughout the house.
Ginny hopped up and held her hand out to Harry, "Shall we go to dinner?"
Harry let her pull him to his feet, but he drew her to a stop just before they passed the door, "I'm really glad I'm here, Ginny."
Blushing a little, Ginny smiled softly, "Me too, Harry." She stood on tip-toe, pulling his face down to hers to kiss him. When they finally broke apart, they clasped hands again before going down to dinner.
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"What are you guys doing here?" Ron took in the sight of his older brothers, Bill and Charlie, sitting at the kitchen table.
"Good to see you, too," Bill said wryly.
"You know," Charlie said, "Most people are happy to find the brothers they haven't seen in months in their kitchen."
"You know what I meant! No one told us that you were coming."
"Bill! Charlie!" Ron saw Ginny fly past him and wrap their brothers in big hugs.
"Now that's more like it," Bill hugged her back.
"Yeah, Ron, if you want a decent Christmas gift you should be more like Ginny," Charlie smirked. Ron grumbled under his breath, but gave Charlie and Bill a hug.
"Hey Hermione, Harry," Bill nodded at them.
"Hi, how are you?" Hermione asked as she helped Mrs. Weasley set the table.
"Good, thank you. Still the smartest witch at Hogwarts?" Charlie carried a bowl of mashed potatoes to the table.
Hermione beamed at the compliment, "No, I believe that title goes to Ginny," She smiled at her friend, who simply waved her off.
"That's not what Ginny and Ron say. They're always going on about how brilliant you are," Bill filled the cups on the table with pumpkin juice. Hermione swung her head around to look at Ginny and Ron, giving them a bright smile that made Ron lose his train of thought. He flashed back to when Fred and George had been using Hermione and him as the example to explain their speed dating candies. It was one of the most embarrassing moments he could remember, Hermione had bolted from the room as soon as she could. Ron was brought back to the Weasley kitchen when his family asked them how school had been so far.
"The same, really. Loads of homework and Malfoy's still a prat," Ron shrugged.
"There's going to be another Yule Ball once we get back," Ginny offered.
"It's a good thing your brothers bought you those new dress robes, Ron. Ginny, we'll have to buy you a new dress for the ball," Mrs. Weasley tapped her chin in thought.
"I don't need a new dress, mum. I have plenty to choose from." Ron knew that Ginny didn't want their parents to spend the money on a dress for her when they already had to hand down clothes and share school supplies. The thought didn't make Ron angry, just upset. It made him feel inadequate.
"Nonsense, dear!" Mrs. Weasley shooed away her answer and continued to bustle around the room. Ron watched as Ginny frowned slightly, but her face quickly transformed into a small smile and he knew that she'd come up with some sort of idea about how to save their parents the money they'd spend on a dress for her.
Ron felt someone bump his arm and he looked down to see Hermione smirking at him, "What type of a plan do you think she has?"
"How did you know? How is it that you know everything?" Ron gaped at her.
"She's one of my best friends, I know when she's planning something."
"Okay, what do you think she's going to do?"
"Well, she could just wear a dress that she already has or she could return whatever dress your parents get for her. It won't matter either way, though."
Ron gave her a confused look, "What do you mean?"
"I mean that it wouldn't matter if Ginny wore an old dress or a new one, because Harry won't be able to take his eyes off of her," Hermione beamed at him, making him remember what the twins had said earlier in their room. He didn't understand why they had to use him and Hermione as their 'example'. It had been embarrassing to have them point out those things about Hermione, not that he needed some candy to make him take notice of her.
"Well, whatever she's going to do, you know that you're probably going to be involved, right?"
"Yeah, but it'll be fun helping her pick out the perfect dress."
"You should get yours while you're out with her," Ron smiled, thinking about how pretty Hermione would look in a gown. The smile became a frown when he thought about her going to the ball with someone else.
"Are you okay, Ron?" Ron looked up to see Hermione giving him a worried look.
"Um, yeah. I was just, uh, thinking about all the gifts I still have to buy for my family," Ron hoped she believed that.
"I still have some shopping to do, as well. How about we all go to Hogsmeade, Ginny can get her dress, and we can finish getting the presents." Grateful that the topic had been changed from the Yule Ball, Ron agreed to the idea and sat at the table to begin piling food onto his plate.
"Ginny," Bill started, "I've heard that you've recently gotten a new boyfriend, is that right?"
Smiling, Ginny nodded, "Yes, I have. You'll have to meet him sometime."
Bill's eyebrows rose in surprise, "What do you mean 'meet him'? Aren't you dating Harry?"
"Harry?" Ginny furrowed her brow. "I'm not dating Harry, I'm seeing Seamus."
"Seamus?" Charlie asked.
"Yes, Seamus. Why would you think I'd go out with Harry? He's not my type at all!" By this point, everyone at the table was holding back their laughter.
"Ginny, that's a terrible thing to say!" Bill frowned.
"How can you say that with him sitting right there?" Charlie joined in.
Ginny shrugged, "He doesn't mind. I mean, why would he when he knows I'm lying?" Ginny brought her hand out from under the table, resting it next to her plate. Bill and Charlie exchanged baffled looks when they saw that Harry's hand was joined with hers. Everyone snorted with laughter, Ginny making it worse when she stood up to take a bow.
"What is going on?" Bill and Charlie chorused.
Retaking her seat, Ginny smirked at them, "That was to teach the two of you to quit butting into my business and trying to intimidate my boyfriends."
"Well played, darling," Mr. Weasley chortled.
"Harry, how could you let her do that to us?" Charlie looked down the table towards the two of them.
"She's right scary when she wants to be. Besides, I kind of wanted to see where she went with it." Harry blushed as Ginny smiled and kissed his cheek.
"Mrs. Weasley," Hermione began. "Would it be alright if we went to Hogsmeade tomorrow? We have some shopping to finish for Christmas."
"Of course, dear. Ginny, do you want to find a dress while you're out?"
"Sure, there's no harm in looking, I suppose. Hermione, you'll have to look for your dress with me, too." Hermione nodded her head and smiled, making Ron go back to thinking about the Yule Ball, much to his displeasure.
"You mind if we come, too?" Fred asked.
"We've got some things we need to pick up, as well," George added on.
"Will you buy us some chocolate from Honeydukes?" Ginny asked.
The twins put their heads together and started whispering for a few seconds before turning back to the table, "Due to the genius of your acting abilities, Ginny, my colleague and I would be happy to treat all of you," George said.
"Feel free to invite Seamus, too," Fred tacked on. Bill and Charlie muttered incoherently while the rest of the family laughed. Ron, however, was thinking about the trip to Hogsmeade the next day and the fact that he had no idea what he was going to get Hermione for Christmas.
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"Remember, your father is going to meet you at the Three Broomsticks at four o'clock to bring you home, he's arranged it all with Madam Rosmerta." Mrs. Weasley gave the group her most stern look as she gave them each a handful of floo powder.
"We're not little kids, mum, we can make our way back home on our own," Ron grumbled.
"Don't you talk back to me, Ronald Weasley. Your father will meet you at four o'clock and that's final." Ron pursed his lips, but didn't say anything else.
"Ginny, dear, you have the money for your dress?"
"Yes, mum, but I might not need it if I find a dress that's not too expensive," Ginny smiled at her mum, but she knew that she wouldn't be spending any of the money her parents had given to her. It wasn't right that they should have to buy her a new dress when the money was needed elsewhere around the house.
"Alright, Fred and George, you two go first," Mrs. Weasley shooed the twins into the fireplace in the kitchen.
After stepping into the fireplace, Fred threw down his handful of floo powder, "The Three Broomsticks." Fred and George disappeared from view as they were swallowed up by a burst of flames. Harry and Ron went next, followed by Hermione and Ginny.
Ginny breathed a sigh of relief when she stepped out of the fireplace at the Three Broomsticks. She never had been a big fan of traveling by floo powder, there was too much spinning. The six of them left the pub and gazed up and down the street, looking at the various shops. "George and I are going to go pick some things up. Do you want to meet back here for lunch around noon?"
Ginny looked at the watch on Harry's wrist and saw that they had almost four hours until they had to meet back up, "That sounds good to me. What about you guys?" Harry, Ron, and Hermione nodded in agreement and the twins sauntered off down the street.
"Now would be a good time to go pick up our gift to the twins," Hermione pointed to a shop across the road. When they entered, a small man with wiry gray hair and a large, bushy mustache to match came around the counter to greet them.
"Hello, how can I help you today?"
"We came in a few weeks ago and ordered a desk from you and you said we could come pick it up when we were ready for it. It was put under the name 'Granger'?"
"Yes, now I remember you lot. Let me just take a look out back," The man walked behind some shelves, reappearing moments later with a small box wrapped in bright red paper. "Here you are, my dear." He handed the box to Hermione and they each pulled out some money that they handed to the shopkeeper. Hermione placed the box in the small bag that she was carrying and they left the store.
"Okay, that's done. What should we get mum and dad?" Ginny looked at the others, they all knew that these were going to be the most difficult gifts to buy.
"Your dad likes muggle objects, we could fill a box with them and make that his gift," Harry suggested.
"That's a good idea, Harry. Dad's always going on and on about the things he sees at work," Ron raised an eyebrow, smiling at their dad's fascination with the muggle world.
"I'm not sure there are any stores like that here," Hermione frowned.
"We could ask the shopkeepers if they have anything," Ron offered.
"They might, it can't hurt to ask," Harry led the way to the shop next door. He looked around before he found a motherly-looking woman wearing an apron and rummaging through some drawers. "Excuse me?"
"Oh, hello, dearies! What can I do for you?"
"We were wondering if you sold any muggle objects?" Ginny knew this was a longshot, but it was the best they had at the moment.
The woman gave them an apologetic frown, "I'm sorry, but I don't." Seeing the disappointed faces of the kids in front of her, she pursed her lips. "You know what, wait right there." She went into a back room and came back with a box.
Placing it on the counter, she took off the lid and pushed it towards them, "I'm afraid it's not much, just a few odds and ends that I've picked up over the years. I'd nearly forgotten them." They peered into the box, sorting through the contents. Most of it was just broken pieces of plastic, some wires, and other things, but they were able to find a couple of items that were in good condition that would be perfect to give Mr. Weasley.
"These are perfect, how much do we owe you?" Ginny asked.
"I wouldn't think of making you pay for them. To be honest, you'd be doing me a favor of taking them off my hands!" The woman smiled kindly at them.
"Thank you, that's very kind," Hermione added the items to her bag. They thanked the woman once more and made their way from one shop to another, asking the owners if they had any muggle objects they'd be willing to sell to them. Only a few of them had anything, some sold what they had for cheap while the others gladly handed over what they had, happy to have it out of their hair. They got back to the Three Broomsticks just before noon, Fred and George were already there and they all slid into the booth to join them. They ate quickly, reminding each other to meet at four, and left to finish shopping.
Before they made it out the doors, music started to drift through the air. Ginny froze in her tracks, a wide smile breaking over her face, "I know what to get mum!" The others looked at her in confusion, but followed her as she left the pub and made a beeline for a shop at the end of the street. They entered a music store that none of them had ever been to before. Ginny only knew of it because she remembered passing it during their school Hogsmeade trips.
"Ginny, are you going to tell us what your idea is or are we just going to chase behind you?" Ron asked dryly.
Ginny made a face at him, "Mum loves to listen to music with dad, so what if we bought them tickets to a dance? I bet they'd love to be able to go out with each other."
"That's a wonderful idea!" Hermione smiled.
"Mum does sing to the radio an awful lot and I've seen dad start dancing with her when she's cleaning around the house," Ron was starting to like the idea.
"Harry, what do you think?" Ginny turned to him.
Harry smiled at her, "I think it's a great gift! I've never seen a couple happier than your parents, so I think they'd really enjoy it."
They waited their turn to speak with the shopkeeper, a fairly young woman wearing an old fashioned dress. After explaining what they were looking for, she smiled brightly and placed a book in front of them that held the names and locations of different dances. They looked for a few minutes, finally settling on a dance that wasn't too far away and that allowed the tickets to be used on whatever day the couple wanted. They paid for the tickets and left, happy to have been able to cross another gift off their list.
"We've got almost four hours left until we have to meet dad. Unless you two want to help us look for dresses, you're free to go," Ginny didn't wait for the boys' response, instead grabbing Hermione's hand and dragging her down the street to a store that sold dresses for all occasions.
"Do you know what you might want?" Hermione questioned.
"I haven't the faintest idea. I'm not opposed to any style in particular, I just want to look nice." Ginny wandered off to sift through the hundreds of dresses. She stayed away from the brightly colored dresses, preferring the darker and more natural toned ones. She grabbed a deep blue dress and draped it over her arm to try on. Making her way over to Hermione, Ginny stopped in her tracks when something on the far wall caught her eye. She went to the large stack of dresses, moving the many fabrics out of the way until she found what she was looking for. Smiling, Ginny put the dress over her arm with the other one and went to get Hermione, who had found a dress for Ginny to try as well.
They went to the back of the store where the changing area was and hung up the dresses in one of the rooms. Hermione waited outside the door and Ginny put on the blue dress she had found first. "What do you think?" She asked as she stepped out of the room.
Hermione looked Ginny up and down, pursing her lips, "I'm not against it, but I'd like to see the others. What do you think?"
Ginny eyed herself critically in the mirror on the wall. She liked the blue color, but not the hundreds of sequins going from the top of the dress to the bottom. She felt like a giant reflector. "I like the color, but I can't see myself wearing this." Ginny went back into the room and put on Hermione's pick, a light peach-colored dress that had threads of similar colors running through it.
"Oh, I like this one! The color compliments you," Hermione nodded her head.
"Yeah, this one is definitely an option. I've just got one more to try on and then we'll find some for you."
Ginny slipped on the last dress and stepped out of the room again. She heard Hermione give a small gasp, "Ginny, you have to get this dress! You look stunning."
Ginny turned to face the mirror and felt a smile form on her face. The floor-length gown was a deep green color with off the shoulder sleeves about three inches thick that wrapped around her upper arms. The neckline had a slight, but modest dip, and there was an intricate pattern embroidered on the front of the bodice in a shade lighter than the rest of the gown that extended down just past the start of the skirt.
"This is the one! I hope it doesn't cost too much," Ginny quickly changed into her regular clothes and brought the gown to the shopkeeper at the counter. "Hi, I'd like to purchase this dress. Could you tell me how much it costs?"
The shopkeeper was an older woman in her sixties with a kind face and persistent twinkle in her eyes, "Ah, I was hoping that you would choose this one. I saw you trying on the other dresses, but this one looked like it was made for you."
Ginny smiled at the older woman, "Thank you. I do love it very much, but I'm afraid that I can't afford too much."
"I'm sorry to say it is one of the more expensive gowns in the store." Ginny bit her lip as disappointment filled her, but the woman looked at the dress again and seemed to come to a decision, "However, I have been trying to sell this dress for a few years now, but it hasn't caught anyone's eye. And I simply cannot watch one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen leave my store without the dress that looks as though it was in fact made for her."
"I can't ask you to do that," Ginny shook her head.
"I'm sorry, dear, but I've already made up my mind and you shouldn't argue with your elders."
"Thank you," Ginny had never had a perfect stranger do something so nice for her. Ginny paid for the dress, thrilled to discover that she still had money left over to buy a gift for Harry, Ron, and Hermione. The storekeeper wrapped up the dress and handed it to Ginny, who joined Hermione in looking through the other dresses.
"What about this one?" Hermione held up a purple dress that was entirely covered in glitter and sequins.
"The color is nice, but I can't see you wearing it."
"Me neither," Hermione put the dress back and combed through several more. "This one?"
Ginny's eyes grew wider at the sight of the bright orange dress in Hermione's hands, "I will sell my broomstick before I let you wear that ghastly thing." Hermione snorted, replacing the dress.
It was twenty minutes before Ginny saw the perfect gown, "Hermione, I've found it!"
"Really, where?" Hermione hurried over to her, a smile growing on her face when she saw the gown Ginny had chosen, "I love it!" She tried it on and stepped out of the changing room.
Ginny clapped her hands, beaming, "My brother is an idiot if he doesn't ask you to the Yule Ball."
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"Bloody hell, Harry, what are we going to do?" Ron let the door to a shop slam shut. "That was the fourth store we've gone to and we still don't have any gifts for the girls."
"There's got to be someplace, I just want to get Ginny something special."
"Harry, look there!" Ron pointed to the end of the street at a large sign, "It's a jewelry store, girls love jewelry, don't they?"
"I don't know if ours will, but it's worth a shot," Harry started forward. Ron reached the door first, pulling it open to reveal a rather nice shop. Glass counters held dozens of glittering necklaces, ornate wooden boxes displayed hundreds of rings, and bracelets were laid out on the shelves of tall cabinets.
"Woah," Ron gazed around the store.
"This could take a while," Harry moved to look at the rings.
Ron glanced over the necklaces, but nothing looked like something Hermione would wear, so he went to the bracelets. There were solid gold bangles, gem-encrusted ones, some as thin as a piece of string, and others that wrapped around your upper arm. Ron was getting more discouraged the longer he looked, he'd never be able to afford any of these.
"Find what you're looking for?" A deep voice asked from over his shoulder.
Ron jumped a little and spun around, "Um, no sir."
The man must have been the shopkeeper, he was dressed in a fine suit, the jacket thrown over his arm. He was around Ron's height with dark black hair and tanned skin, he couldn't have been more than twenty-eight years old. "Who are you shopping for?"
"A friend," Ron mumbled.
The man gave him a knowing look, "What's her name?"
Ron blushed, but knew there was no point in trying to deny it, "Hermione."
"Do you see anything she might like, uh...?"
"Ron," Ron offered his name. "And I was thinking about a bracelet, but I, uh, um...I can't afford any of them," Ron sighed, not meeting the man's gaze.
"I'm sure we have something. That's not all of them, you know. Wait here a minute," The man opened a door behind the counter and went in, coming back a minute later with a box in his hands. "Here, come have a look." Ron watched as the man opened the box and waved his wand, causing multiple compartments to reveal themselves.
"These are the bracelets that have just arrived, I haven't had a chance to put them in the case yet."
Ron's eyes immediately went to a delicate silver charm bracelet, "Can you tell me about this one, sir?"
"Please, call me Darcy, and this is a very interesting bracelet." Darcy took out a small cloth bag and emptied the contents onto the counter. "You can buy as many of these charms for the bracelet as you'd like. I, personally, like when someone picks out just a few special ones."
Ron looked at the sparkling charms, "I wouldn't know where to start."
"I can help with that if you like?" Ron nodded gratefully, and Darcy smiled. "Take a minute and think of your friend, Hermione. What is one of your favorite memories with her? It could be anything, the first time you met or a place you like to go."
Ron thought for a minute before he smiled, "I taught her how to ride a broom this Summer. She was really nervous at first, but she got much better and it was one of the best days of my life."
"Now tell me about Hermione. What's she like, what does she like to do, her favorite thingsā¦"
Ron couldn't stop the torrent of words spilling from his mouth, "She's amazing, smartest person I know, she can do any spell there is. She's always got her nose in a book and she loves school. She actually likes homework and if we're assigned an essay, she'll write twenty scrolls more than she needs to. She can be bossy and opinionated, but she cares about everyone. She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." When he stopped talking, Ron looked up to see Darcy smiling and fiddling with something in his hands.
"What do you think about this?" Darcy held out his hand to Ron and dropped something small and cool into his palm. Ron turned the charm bracelet he'd been admiring before around in his hand, looking at the different charms. There was a small broom, a book, a quill, a scroll, a wand, and a heart.
"I did my best to match what you described. The broom is for the flying lesson you gave her, the book because she loves to read, the quill is for the homework she likes to do, the scroll because she writes far more than any student I've ever heard of, a wand to represent her skill with magic, and a heart to symbolize how much she cares about the people around her."
Ron looked at the bracelet in awe, it was perfect, exactly what he was looking for. "It's amazing!"
"There is something else," Darcy took the bracelet back and waved his wand over the charms, making the broom, quill, and scroll enlarge. He unhooked them from the bracelet and showed them to Ron, "You see, these three are very unique. When you make them bigger, the scroll can be unrolled and the quill will actually write," Darcy took the small silver quill and wrote something on the miniature scroll before pushing it towards Ron, who saw Hermione's name written across the silver parchment in what appeared to be real ink.
"Wow."
"Now, if you turn the quill around and do this," Darcy waved the opposite end of the quill over the scroll and it moved as if it was a real feather. When he moved it away, the scroll was blank once more. "Whatever was written will vanish and you can write again."
"What does the broom do?" Ron was getting more and more excited about the bracelet.
Darcy held the broom in his palm and Ron watched as it levitated and hovered in the air, "It'll also take directions from the sender. You just have to say where you want it to go and it'll make its way there. The only catch is that the receiver has to know how to return the broom or you might not get it back." Darcy waved his wand again and the charms shrunk to their normal size. He reattached them to the bracelet and handed it to Ron. "Is this something you'd like to give to Hermione?"
Ron started to nod his head, but the crushing weight of realization hit him as he saw the price Darcy had written down, and he frowned. "I'd love to be able to give Hermione this, but I can't afford it. I'm sorry." Ron handed the bracelet back and turned to walk away.
"Wait." Ron looked back as Darcy came around the counter. "I have a way for you to afford it if you're interested."
"I don't take charity," Ron answered.
"It wouldn't be charity, you'd be helping me, actually. You see, some of the jewelry that we get here is brand new and the makers give us permission to sell it at a smaller price in return for finding out what the buyer thinks of it. Would you be willing to help with that?"
"Why would you do that for me?" Ron couldn't begin to understand why a perfect stranger would want to help him.
"Because I was just like you when I was your age. My family didn't have much money when I was growing up and it didn't help that I was in love with a girl who I wanted to be able to buy things for. Although, she didn't know that. But, I wanted to get her something special for a Christmas gift and I went from store to store, trying to find something that I could afford. The last store I went into was a small shop that was run by a man named Mr. Briskquill who was about my father's age. He helped me pick out the perfect gift, but when he found out that I couldn't afford it, he offered to make a trade with me. In exchange for running errands for him whenever our class came into Hogsmeade for weekend trips, he sold me the gift for a lesser price. After that day, I promised myself that if I ever had the opportunity to help someone like he helped me, I would."
Ron, who was listening with rapt attention, spoke up, "What was the gift?"
"A locket."
"And what happened to the girl?"
Darcy smiled and nodded to his left, "See for yourself."
Ron raised his eyebrows in surprise, but followed the direction Darcy had indicated. On the other side of the shop, a young woman was talking to Harry, who was looking at the display of rings. She was beautiful, with thick, dark brown hair and startlingly blue eyes. Hanging from her neck was a locket and on her left hand she wore a diamond ring.
Whipping his head back to look at Darcy, Ron's mouth fell open, "Is that her?"
"Yeah, it is."
"You married her?"
"Yep, best thing that's ever happened to me." Darcy's wife chose that moment to look up, her eyes filling with love when she locked gazes with her husband.
This one simple act made up Ron's mind for him, "I'd like to take you up on your offer about the bracelet."
