"I promise, Hermione," he said. Then, after a moment of thought, he added, "Here." He held out his left hand, pulling the ring from his middle finger. He wasn't even certain she would want it, it was ugly and clumsy with a bent golden band and large black stone that barely fit into the setting. Yet, he held it out to her still, smirking when her eyes looked to it as she bit her lip, gingerly reaching out for it. "It's a family heirloom. You can keep it until I get back," he said as she slowly pushed it onto her finger, moving it so that the stone reflected the dim light of the room. It was too large, but before he could reach for his own wand to adjust it for her, she had already done so, and he smirked in his appraisal. He didn't want her to keep it, it was his after all. But he could part with it for ten months if he needed to.