Shaking her head for what seemed like the tenth time that evening, she looked at Ron reproachfully. "For the billionth time... oh, never mind. It's not even worth it!" She watched as the dishes magically dried themselves and zoomed back into their respective cabinets.

"Oh! Right. Please don't say anything, Harry. We're going to announce it to my parents and Ron's family over the next dinner at the Burrow... which should likely be soon, knowing Mrs. Weasley..." Mum.. It would be strange getting used to that.

Hermione rejoined Ron at the table, quite enjoying her coffee. She usually chose tea as her caffeinated beverage of choice, but it was a welcome change. Regardless, she stifled a yawn, breaking into a soft laugh and looking into her cup. "Is this decaf, or have I set my tolerance too high?" It could just be that she had quite an exhausting week. Friday evenings were usually her stay at home, read a book, and turn in early nights!