ok but imagine you’re sitting in bed at night, harry writing in his journal, you reading a book. but you can’t concentrate because harry has been staring at you for quite some time now and it’s making you feel weird. so you turn to look at him and find him looking at you in awe and something else that you can’t really pinpoint. “ what’s the matter, h?”, you giggle quietly, reaching out to stroke his hair which causes him to hum in delight. he looks at you for a while and then all at once spills what’s on his mind: “ ‘ve been thinking of marrying yeh, tha’s all. “ your hand stops scratching and you look him in the eye. it’s not that you don’t want to marry him, in fact you’d love to, but you had talked about it before and you made it clear that you didn’t want to get married until your and his lives were in order and everything was right. he takes your wrist in his hand and starts leaving small little pecks. “ m’ not proposin’ right now if tha’s wha yeh think. yeh told me before how yeh didn’t feel like doin’ tha’ any time soon an’ i respect that.” he held you tightly now, arms around your waist. “however,’ he continued, ‘ tha’s not goin’ to stop me from givin’ yeh one of my rings until i get yeh a real one someday.” he slid his rose ring off his finger and put it on yours, kissing your hand after. “someday.” you added, smiling graciously at him.