Truthfully, Ron knew that he couldn't ever do that to Hermione. And not just because he knew she'd track him down in about five minutes flat and be furious about it. He loved her, simple as that, really. Which meant he was ultimately going to have to find a way to say it in a way that didn't make him look like a nutter in front of all the people they'd invited.

"Right then," Ron said, hand out of his hair, and he un-crumpled the bit of paper he'd had before, lying it out flat on the table, "How good are you at essays?"

This wasn't actually an essay, but Ron reckoned the idea was about the same.