Inspired by my son's haircut on the weekend. He wasn't too impressed. He kept running his hand over his head and saying gone.
"Hermione no," Ron begged.
"Ron, it's been nearly four years," Hermione stated.
They both turned to look at the little boy sitting innocently in the barber's chair. His curly red hair fell in his eyes that stayed fixed on his father.
"He needs a haircut. Last week I ran into Seamus and he asked what my two little girls' names were. People think he's a girl Ron!" she said, stomping her foot.
"But he's not ready, he won't sit still. What if they barber accidentally cuts his ear off."
"Then I'll be like Uncle George!" Hugo shouted excitedly from the chair, coming to life at the mention of his favourite uncle.
Hermione and Ron looked at each other, horrified, before Ron then waved away the approaching barber.
Hermione snatched up Hugo, now jumping up and down on the chair, "My son does not need a haircut!"