20 AM
“How was Ginny?”
“Ron.”
“What? I’m not asking anything personal.”
“It’s fine, Hermione. And she’s fine, Ron.”
“See, ‘Mione? She’s fine. They’re fine. Everything is just fine.”
“She said we’d see each other at Hogwarts.”
“…”
“What? Is that bad?”
“Of course not, mate. But…is that all she said?”
“More or less.”
“Was there more? Or less?”
“Ron! Leave it, honestly.”
“What? It’s a normal question.”
“Leave. It.”
“Don’t worry, both of you. It’s fine. Ginny just…needs her space, is all. I get it. I just want her to be happy.”
“But Harry…are you happy?”
“It doesn’t really matter, does it, Hermione? I was the one who…hurt her. She deserves to be happy after what I put her through.”
“Oh, Harry. You deserve happiness too. You both do.”
“Well, I am happy. If Ginny’s happy, I’m happy.”
“There! See, Hermione? They’re fine. Happy wife, happy life.”
“Honestly, Ron, is that what you tell other people about us?”
“Er…no?”
“Ronald Weasley!”
“Blimey, woman, you sound like my mother!”
“And if you keep talking nonsense I’ll be sure to act like her too!”
“See, Harry? If only Hermione would tell me she’d see me at Hogwarts—ow!”