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now or never
Jul. 30th, 2014 03:08 amIt wasn't something he'd decided to do on a whim, Ron was sure of at least that much. It'd been a stray thought for ages back home, though he'd never thought that the time was right. Both he and Hermione were nearly always busy, him with Auror assignments and her with Ministry work, and he couldn't imagine either of them would have the time for it just yet.
Though, it'd been a long time since Ron had realized that, inevitably, this was in the cards for them. He couldn't imagine himself with anyone else, and didn't ever want anyone else. It'd been Hermione from the start, really, and it always would be.
He'd found a muggle shop on the day he'd graduated Darrow's police academy, sometime before the ceremony, before Hermione had turned up. Months now, and Ron thought he'd finally worked out how the muggle money worked, but that didn't mean he had much of it. The bit he'd saved since arriving in Darrow wasn't enough, and he wasn't really being paid well. But the shopkeeper had given him the brilliant option to take a ring now and pay it off later, and Ron had taken him up on it.
Because now there was time, wasn't there? At least, right now there was. He couldn't know how long it'd be until one of them disappeared or got sent home or whatever happened to people when they weren't in Darrow anymore.
This was the moment, wasn't it?
Only, once Ron had the ring in his pocket, he hadn't been able to pluck up the nerve to do what he'd been dead set on once he'd bought it. And now it'd been over a week with it, barely managing to keep Hermione from finding it in the pocket of his trousers.
It was stew for dinner tonight, which Ron managed to have mostly done before Hermione came home from The Lamplight. It reminded him of potions back at Hogwarts no matter how many times they had it, though at least there wasn't much of a chance he'd accidentally poison either of them.
But waiting for her to come home, Ron suddenly wished he'd done something more special.
Tonight felt like it might be the night.
Though, it'd been a long time since Ron had realized that, inevitably, this was in the cards for them. He couldn't imagine himself with anyone else, and didn't ever want anyone else. It'd been Hermione from the start, really, and it always would be.
He'd found a muggle shop on the day he'd graduated Darrow's police academy, sometime before the ceremony, before Hermione had turned up. Months now, and Ron thought he'd finally worked out how the muggle money worked, but that didn't mean he had much of it. The bit he'd saved since arriving in Darrow wasn't enough, and he wasn't really being paid well. But the shopkeeper had given him the brilliant option to take a ring now and pay it off later, and Ron had taken him up on it.
Because now there was time, wasn't there? At least, right now there was. He couldn't know how long it'd be until one of them disappeared or got sent home or whatever happened to people when they weren't in Darrow anymore.
This was the moment, wasn't it?
Only, once Ron had the ring in his pocket, he hadn't been able to pluck up the nerve to do what he'd been dead set on once he'd bought it. And now it'd been over a week with it, barely managing to keep Hermione from finding it in the pocket of his trousers.
It was stew for dinner tonight, which Ron managed to have mostly done before Hermione came home from The Lamplight. It reminded him of potions back at Hogwarts no matter how many times they had it, though at least there wasn't much of a chance he'd accidentally poison either of them.
But waiting for her to come home, Ron suddenly wished he'd done something more special.
Tonight felt like it might be the night.
