The gasps were almost instantaneous, but when Harry broke away and saw Ron's face beaming down at him, he didn't care.
"How long?" Harry asked.
"Awhile," Ron replied.
"Ronald!" Hermione shrieked, pushing herself forward, "what the hell is going on here?"
"I'm sorry Hermione," Ron said, sounding not at all apologetic.
"But what about this?" Hermione asked, pointing to her ring, "or this?" she pointed to her belly.
"Hermione, did you really think I'd be dumb enough to believe that that baby was mine?" Ron said, "we haven't had sex in months!" Hermione looked aghast.
"But…"
"But nothing," Ron replied, "I'm sick and tired of you and your lies, you've been leading me along like some idiot, and I've followed out of lack of anything better to do or anyplace better to be, but now I have someone way better than you will ever be," Ron growled, wrapping his arm around Harry's waist, pulling him closer.
"You… you…I hate you!" Hermione screeched, turning and storming out of the room. The room was dead silence.
"Come on Harry," Ron said, leading Harry out of the room, "lets get out of here."
"But where will we go?" Harry asked quietly.
"Lets start with the doorstep," Ron said, opening the front, "and we'll see where things take us from there."
"Okay," Harry agreed, "we'll start on the doorstep," and he stepped out, and just like he had that day many nights ago, he walked away, but this time, Ron walked away with him.