"Harry, please pass the pregnant."

"WHAT?!"

"Harry. Harry? Are you alright?"

"How could this have happened, Ginny?"

"Well, Harry, when two people love each other very much, like us, sometimes they-"

"All right, all right. I know THAT! B-But WHY? Why me?"

"Oh, don't be so wet. You've got the easy job. I've talked to Fleur. She's told me everything. EVERYTHING. I've got the hard job, so quit your whining."

"Oh, Ginny, I didn't mean it like that. I'm just...not ready."

"Oh, Harry. It'll be fine, just calm down. Now, will you please pass the potatoes?"