Ron screwed up his face. “How come every time I put on dress robes, this guy shows up?”
“He’s got Ministry connections,” Hermione whispered. “Try to be nice.”
Ron crossed his arms and tried to be taller. “I’m always nice.”
Viktor approached and took Hermione’s hand. “You look vonderful.”
“Wrong one,” Ron said crossly.
Viktor glanced up, confused.
Viktor hesitated, bringing Hermione’s other hand tenderly to his lips. As he kissed it, he saw a sparkle. She wore a small but lovely diamond on the third finger.
Ron felt completely delighted with himself as he accepted Viktor’s congratulations.