‘Oh, Hermione, don’t cry,’ said Ginny sympathetically.
Hermione cried even louder and Ginny and Luna exchanged worried looks.
‘Look, Hermione, why don’t you just go and say sorry to Ron?’ Ginny suggested hopefully.
‘Sorry?’ Hermione said spitefully. ‘Why should I say sorry? It’s not me who is completely devoid of emotion. It’s not me who wants to stay in the same place in our relationship forever! It’s not me who - ’
‘OK, I get it, it isn’t you,’ Ginny sighed. ‘Look, when Harry proposed to me it was way into the relationship, and I have to drop loads of hints before he asked me to marry him!’
‘Yes but Harry didn’t tell you he never wanted to get married!’ Hermione said, tears still streaming down her face.
‘Ron said that?’ Luna said, sounding shocked.
‘Yes,’ said Hermione sadly. ‘All I know is that Ron said he never wants to marry.’
‘I can’t believe he’d say that!’ Ginny said furiously. ‘I knew he was an idiot but I didn’t know he was that much of an idiot.’
‘Maybe the Wrackspurt got him,’ Luna said dreamily. Hermione and Ginny looked at her curiously. ‘Affects your brain,’ Luna said, twirling a finger near her ear to signify madness.
‘Well, Wrackspurt or not,’ Hermione continued, ‘all I know is that my relationship with Ron is over.’
‘Oh Hermione, don’t say that -’ Luna said.
‘No, I mean it!’ Hermione shrieked, standing up and brushing her bushy hair out of her eyes. ‘Ron said there’s no hope for a marriage with us. Which means there’s no hope for a relationship, either.’
Suddenly they heard the doorbell chiming.
‘Shall I get that?’ Luna asked Hermione kindly.
‘No,’ said Hermione. She stood up, smoothed down her hair and clothes and sniffed. Ginny handed her a tissue, which Hermione took gratefully. The doorbell rang again. Hermione put down the tissue and walked to the door.
She opened the door and gasped. There was Ron, standing there, holding a big bouquet of white flowers. He slowly handed her the flowers, which Hermione took with a trembling hand.
‘They’re Snowdrops,’ Ron said, looking into her eyes.
Hermione frowned, confused.
‘In a leap year,’ said Ron quickly, ‘legend says that Snowdrops first start growing on February twenty-ninth. They symbolise hope. Take these flowers, Hermione,’ said Ron, ‘and whenever you look them remember that there’s always hope for us. And of course there’s always hope for marriage.’
Hermione dropped the flowers on the floor and threw herself at Ron. She hugged him tightly, and began to cry once again.
He withdrew from the hug and took her by the shoulders. ‘I’m sorry I said we could never get married, Hermione. I was scared. But I realise now that I want nothing more than to marry the woman I love.’
‘That’s…that’s you, by the way,’ he said uncertainly. Hermione laughed and hugged him again.
As they hugged, they heard a faint, ‘awww,’ from the living room.