Ron gave her a look. "I need your advice, Hermione. I want to...propose – bloody hell that sounds weird – but I don't know if maybe it's too soon and I'll just freak her out. And I don't know how to do it, either. Help?" He shot her a pathetic puppy-dog face, and Hermione grinned, despite her slight annoyance at Ron's total helplessness. She always ended up solving his problems for him, and it had gotten old very quickly now she wasn't interested in him like that anymore. But then he looked so adorably boyish and pleading, and she couldn’t help herself. She straightened and put on a serious face.