“I’ll explain it all later,” he said. “Right now, we need to put things right again.”

            “Er, weird?” He was terribly confused.

            “It sounds crazy, I know. It’s just that ‘weird’ is the only word that describes it all! Everything that’s happened and how I feel and…and…”

               “I can’t do it Hermione,” he replied. “I don’t know how to take care of a child!”

            “And you think I do?” she scoffed at him. Harry shrugged. Ignoring the shrug, Hermione continued, “Besides, your fatherly instincts will kick in and you’ll do fine!” He raised his left eyebrow at her and folded his arms as she rolled her eyes. “I see…”

“Excuse me,” said Mrs. Weasley with force. The couples broke apart immediately, and Ron and Hermione started to blush fiercely. Harry looked down at his feet, as he was unable to look at the woman in front of him.

I can fight Voldemort, he thought to himself, but I’m afraid of my girlfriend’s mom. Well done, Harry.

“Ginny, dear, I need to speak to you for a moment,” Mrs. Weasley continued. “In the kitchen, please. Alone.”

Harry’s thoughts drifted amusedly for a second to ponder on why wizards seem to have a thing for wrists when it comes to your 17th birthday.

The gang go to Diagon Alley:

After purchasing their books, Hermione insisted they buy some new quills and parchment.

“I already have enough of that…and it’s all pink,” was Ginny’s sarcastic response.