Hermione tugged hard at the infernal piece of ugly copper that was on her finger already. It was so in the way! There had to be some method of removing it, even if it meant cutting her whole finger off! For if, in some insanely mental reality, Harry proposed, got down on one knee and offered her the ring he had so caringly made, then she would accept so readily, so joyously, that she would probably implode with the frustration at not being able to wear the piece of jewellery that announced it to the world. But the other ring would make that exact thing happen.