“Hermione, why did you ask me here? Here in this bloody Muggle pub where all you’ve been talking about is clocks and ticking for the last hour. What's going on?”
She fidgeted with the napkin in front of her, not meeting Ron’s eyes. Picking up her amber pint, she drained it in one gulp, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Ron’s eyes grew large. “Blimey, Hermione, why’d ya go an’ do that?”
Liquid courage, she thought. “I want to make a baby," she blurted.
“A baby?” Ron blinked.
“Yes. With you.”
“So, uh, can we start tonight?”
I know I should be in bed. Asleep. But dammit if I didn't pick up one of my discarded vices the last few days. diet Coke, why hast thou forsaken me? You never used to bother me before, I could drink liters and liters and still lie down and fall asleep within 15. Why are you keeping me wide awake on a very early Thursday morning?