"'Mione!" Ron interrupted Hermione's ramblings, and his expression was one of long-suffering affection tinged with impatience. "'Mione, Cho and I have known each other for years, and we've been going on missions and living together since we first came to Godric's Hollow. We know we want to be together. And I love her, and she loves me. What's the point in waiting?" He smiled sweetly, and Hermione's chin trembled, her lips quivered and her eyes filled with tears. He looked so happy. So completed and so certain – not a trace of doubt or sadness on his face. She was so envious, even as she was desperately happy for Ron. If anyone deserved that kind of perfect, uncomplicated happiness, it was Ron.