"How long?"
A simple question, in some contexts.
"I can hold my breath for 5 minutes, Hermione," George said suddenly.
"How long?"
"5 minutes."
"No, you can't."
"Watch."
George took a dramatic breath in and ballooned his cheeks out. Hermione gave him her best 'are-you-stupid' glare for around 30 seconds before pinching his nose shut and rolling her eyes.
"You're such a doofus."
George laughed as she walked away, back upstairs to Ginny's room, where Hermione was staying the last week before school.
"How long, Hermione?"
"Oh, do be quiet Lavender, that's completely vile."
"You're blushing!" she squealed.
Hermione turned on her. "I am not. Don't go spreading gossip around. You're wrong, anyway. There's nothing going on between us."
"Sure, sure."
…Silence, for a few seconds. Hermione added another sentence to her essay.
"Come on, tell me! How long is it?"
"LAVENDER!"
"How long, Hermione?"
Hermione cast her gaze into her lap. "Four months."
Harry's eyebrows shot up. "Seriously? And you let us just go 'round dumbly for a third of a year?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't think certain people would be supportive."
"Well, it's better to make someone a bit upset than to lead them on for an entire school year."
Hermione sighed. "I suppose. But Ron would have had an aneurysm if I told him I was dating his brother."
"You could have at least told us," Ginny replied snarkily.
"Jeez. I didn't think you'd be this upset!"
Ginny blushed. "Um…"
"How long, guys. How long have you known?"
"Three and a half months," Harry said sheepishly.
Hermione scowled. "You guys are jerks, having me think you were angry."
"How long?"
"Until what?" George asked, glancing briefly up from the business report in his lap.
"Until you two get married," Ginny replies, as if it's the most obvious thing.
"Actually," George said, fishing around in his pocket, revealing a ring. "Not long at all."
:D Hi. I don't own Harry Potter, by the way. Thanks for reading and have a nice day. Don't forget to put on sunscreen.