"I - yes?" Hermione watches, warily, before she stands up and grabs her wand from the table. A quick Accio ring and the box is flying into her hand, her fingers brushing over it gently. "At Christmas. I - I said no, of course, I don't love him in the least, but he said I could keep the ring. I was going to tell you! I just never had the right time and we were having fun yesterday until..."