Ron sat there, thoughts coursing through his head. No wonder she had been so upset! He couldn't believe he hadn't realised before. He must seem like the most insensitive git in the world! How could he be so… so… urgh! He flung his head down on the table in frustration, a little harder than was perhaps sensible. A sharp pain shot through his skull. Great, now he had an angry pregnant wife and a concussion!
He removed his head from the table top and stood up. He wandered desolately around the tiny kitchen, stopping to gaze out of the window at the city glimmering below. Somewhere out there there had to be someone more foolish than him, though he couldn't think of anyone else at the time. No-one else went around causing disaster wherever they walked, did they? He never had Ginny appearing at his door in tears cause Harry had just said something massively insensitive. It was so unfair! He thought he had grown out of saying stupid things- they hadn't had a really major argument in almost three years! Sure, they had bickered a little, but it usually blew over pretty fast. He was pretty sure that wasn't going to happen today, though. He buried his heads in his hands and let out a massive groan. "How could I be such an IDIOT?!?" he yelled furiously at himself.
"Well, Ginny reckons it's probably genetic- male side of the family only, of course."
Ron let out a yell, pulled his wand from the pocket of his robes and spun around. "Who's there?!?" he hollered.
"It's me, Harry!" the voice said again. Ron gazed around, confusedly. "In the fireplace! Geez, you really are an idiot!" he added, sniggering. Ron turned to face Harry's head. "I've been sent to inform you that your wife is, yet again, staying at our place. You figured out what it is you've done yet, or do you need me to spell it out for you?
"Yes, I know. How could I be so slow?!?" Ron sighed miserably, before continuing. "She hates me, doesn't she? Not that I blame her. I'm not all that fond of me now, either. It was such a stupid thing to say, and the worst thing was that I didn't really mean it. I DO want to have kids with her, I really do! I was just in a bad mood. Though it's probably nothing compared to how Hermione's feeling just now," he added as an afterthought. "How is she?"
"Not so much angry as upset," Harry replied. "She thinks you're going to leave her if she has the baby."
"I can't believe she'd think that," Ron said sadly. "Harry, is it OK if I speak to her? I mean, only if she wants to?"
"Sorry, mate, she's asleep already. Ginny gave her a Dreamless Night Potion-Hermione's idea. Apparently she has some sort of big inspection at work tomorrow?" Ron smiled inwardly. Hermione took her job as a Healer at St Mungo's very seriously, and there was no way that she was going to let anything, even a family crisis, distract her from doing her work properly. "Anyway, I'll get her to call first thing tomorrow before she heads out." Ron obviously still looked very worried, because Harry added "Look, Ron, I'm sure it'll all be OK once you explain it to her. It was just a misunderstanding, after all."
Ron smiled wanly at him. "I hope you're right, Harry, I really do, cause I don't know what I'll do if she doesn't come back." He looked at his watch. "I should probably get going. It's pretty late after all."
"OK- see you later."
Harry's head disappeared for a few seconds before popping back. "Oh, and one more thing, Ron," he said, with a wide grin on his face, "congratulations on the baby."