It sat under the tree.
One minute nothing, the next a perfectly wrapped small box.
It was inconspicuous, nestled underneath. Only the briefest flash of light reflecting off the red bow placed on top.
It was so tempting.
So so tempting just to rip off the sleek shiny paper.
But if he did then Hermione would be upset for ruining her perfect Christmas image.
He just had to wait. Just had to hold out.
It was only one more day.
Then he could just have at it.
One more day.
24 hours.
1440 minutes.
86400 seconds.
So much time yet so little.
Then Ron could open Hermione's gift to him.
And in return for the marvellous gift Hermione obviously got him Ron would give a gift in return.
He would get down on one knee and pull out an even smaller box than the one she was giving to him.
Then Ron would ask her a question.
And if Hermione said yes then that would be his best Christmas present he had ever received.