She fidgeted with the napkin in front of her, not meeting Ron’s eyes. Picking up her pint, she drained it in one large gulp, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as Ron’s eyes grew large. “Blimey, Hermione, why’d you go and do that for?”
Liquid courage, she thought.
“I want to make a baby,” she blurted.
“A baby?” Ron blinked.
“Yes. With you.”
“Can we start tonight?”