"How long have you figured, mate?" Harry asked Ron, his elbows resting on his own knees, fingers laced to cradle his head.
"Since fourth year," Ron spat.
Harry was silent. Waiting for his friend to reply. But he never did. They squared off, until she walked into the room to stand by Harry. The silence pressed on.
"How far along?" Ron finally asked.
"14 weeks," Hermione said, reaching her hand to rest on Harry's shoulder. "Right after the Battle of Hogwarts."
"Well, con-gra-du-freaking-lations, mate. Now sod off."
Ron stormed out, and Hermione exhaled. "So much for happily ever after …"