"Are you sure we should do this?"
Hermione stood wrapped in her duffel coat, holding both of Ron's hands in hers.
"I mean, what are they going to say when we tell them? And how are we going to tell them? 'Oh hi guys. This is my new boyfriend. You already know him. It's Ron. By the way, you know the other day, after you left, we slept together.'"
"Stop worrying," he said gently, bending down so their noses touched. "They'll be pleased. And if not, who cares?"
"I do," she said quietly.
He gave her a long soulful kiss on the lips.
"Actually, I don't care."
She let go of one of his hands and pushed the bell. Ginny opened the door, Harry standing closely behind her. They were both about to step forward for exchanges of hugs and kisses, when their gazes fell upon Hermione and Ron's clasped hands.
No one knew how long they stood there in the freezing cold of December, snowflakes covering all of their hair and clothes.
"Oh my God," Ginny whispered.
Harry closed his dropped jaw.
"So you guys are…?"
They nodded
"And you've already…?"
They nodded
"Wow."
Again, another long pause.
Ron rubbed his hands together uneasily. "So, are we gonna spend the evening out here? I mean, I like he whole al fresco thing, but I think we'll need some heaters or something…"
They all laughed and Ginny led the way inside.