So my last HP one-shot went over a lot better than I expected, so thanks for that you guys! I figured I'd try and write another, only this one for a ship I personally do not ship-Romione. For the ring, think Princess Diana. And major creds to whydoyouneedtoknow for the nickname "Neenie". Go read Facing Danger. Do it.

Disclaimer: All rights to JK Rowling. I'm just playing in the sandbox

Ron swallowed and looked in the mirror again. "I must be bloody mental," he whispered to himself. "She deserves better than me. She deserves the world and I can't give her that." Nervously he looked down at the ring sitting innocently on his leg. "Oh God I can't do this. I can't do this at all."

A knock on the door of his childhood bedroom pulled him out of his depressing thoughts. "Ron, mate?" Harry poked his head in. "You okay?"

Ron looked up at his best mate, starting to panic. "Harry I can't do this! Hermione deserves better than me! I can't give her the world, or the fancy brooms or the big mansions, and she knows it and that's why she's been with her parents a week longer than she said she would be and-"his tirade was cut off by Harry's hand over his mouth.

"Mate, quit beating yourself up about this. You have a steady job on the Auror force, or at George's shop. And you love her, and are the little bit of fun she needs when she's too serious. Hermione knows this. She's been with her parents longer than expected because she's still trying to explain to them all of what happened in the last two years. So calm down. You're going to be fine." Harry removed his hand from Ron's mouth and sat next to him on the bed, placing a hesitant hand on Ron's shoulder. "You'll be fine."

"If you say so, Harry." The tell-tale crack of Apparation sounded from downstairs and Ron jumped, dislodging Harry's hand from his shoulder and causing it to fall against the bed. "Oh Merlin that's her."

Hermione's voice carried up the stairs. "Ron? Where are you?"

"Good luck, Ron," Harry whispered before Disapparating out of Ron's room.

"Good luck he says." Ron scoffed to himself, before standing up and walking out of his room. "Coming Neenie!" He had made it almost the entire way down the stairs and had caught sight of Hermione when it happened. The worst possible thing that could have happened to him tonight. He was so busy staring at her, drinking in the way she was beautiful even when she was tired from a long day at work that his foot missed a step and he went sprawling onto the floor with an embarrassed oof. The ring box, still open, slid across the floor and to a stop at her feet, the ruby surrounded by tiny diamonds shining in the light.

Hermione laughed at the sight he made as he picked himself up to balance on one knee. "What am I going to do with you, Ron?"

"I don't know. Maybe marry me?"

A few moments of stunned silence.

"What?"

"Marry me." Ron scooped up the ring and brought it up to show her.

"Ron…"

A few more moments of silence.

"YES!" Hermione threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down her cheeks. Ron grinned and slid the ring onto her finger before sitting fully on the floor, cradling Hermione in his lap. 'I guess I was wrong,' he thought. 'I could do this.'