His eyes rolled when he heard Hermione starting to talk about the dragon steaks and he gave her an exasperated look. "Hermione... If I want to spend money on dragon steaks for you and Ron to come and have dinner with me then I will, thank you." he tossed her a teasing little smile as he sat down at the table, which he was nearly knocking elbows with both of them at. Before he served himself, he took another sip of his drink, which he realized was a bad idea. Hermione had started to question about his love life and he nearly choked on the liquid as it tried to go down his throat. "D... Dating!? No..." he quickly started to shake his head, "No... I- ... I would have told you or Ron if there was, you know..." He told her with his cheeks still burning brightly. No, he hadn't been with anyone since he had walked in on Ginny with that other girl...
He cleared his throat quietly as he took another sip from his beer; his head searched for another topic to switch the conversation to and he gave Ron a very grateful look when he told Hermione to let him breathe. It wasn't something that he was trying to avoid, he just hadn't had much of an interest in being with anyone recently. A few women had caught his eye in the bar, and, shockingly, a few men had as well, but all of which led to a dead end. They were all too drunk by the end of the night to do anything with...
He had just picked up his fork to take a bite from his steak, but Ron's word's had made him pause. ...Progressing? His eyes immediately flickered to Hermione's finger to see if there was something sitting on it that he had missed, but there wasn't... Looking extremely baffled, Harry's eyes flickered from Ron, to Hermione, and then back to Ron once more, as if he were trying to decipher what exactly was going on.
"Er... I know I'm an auror and I spend a lot of time cracking ridiculous things, but... I'm not too sure if I quite followed you on that on, Ron. ...Progressing in what way?" He asked cautiously - oh god, Hermione was PREGNANT. Before he could stop himself, Harry blurted quickly, "Hermione, should you be drinking that wine??"
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He cleared his throat quietly as he took another sip from his beer; his head searched for another topic to switch the conversation to and he gave Ron a very grateful look when he told Hermione to let him breathe. It wasn't something that he was trying to avoid, he just hadn't had much of an interest in being with anyone recently. A few women had caught his eye in the bar, and, shockingly, a few men had as well, but all of which led to a dead end. They were all too drunk by the end of the night to do anything with...
He had just picked up his fork to take a bite from his steak, but Ron's word's had made him pause. ...Progressing? His eyes immediately flickered to Hermione's finger to see if there was something sitting on it that he had missed, but there wasn't... Looking extremely baffled, Harry's eyes flickered from Ron, to Hermione, and then back to Ron once more, as if he were trying to decipher what exactly was going on.
"Er... I know I'm an auror and I spend a lot of time cracking ridiculous things, but... I'm not too sure if I quite followed you on that on, Ron. ...Progressing in what way?" He asked cautiously - oh god, Hermione was PREGNANT. Before he could stop himself, Harry blurted quickly, "Hermione, should you be drinking that wine??"