"Blimey!" called Ron. "Hermione, have you seen some of these pictures?!"
Ron was flipping through 'The Healer's Helpmate' at the table, reading up on twin pregnancies.
"You're gonna be gigantic!" laughed Ron. Smiling, he looked up at Hermione, pointing to the image. However Hermione was not laughing, but scowling at him.
"If looks could kill…" muttered Ron; sheepishly dropping his gaze back down to the book in front of him.
"Then you'd have been offed years ago," joked Harry, laughing.
Hermione turned her icy stare towards Harry.
Seeing her reaction, Harry's face quickly turned serious, controlling his laughter. Approaching her with open arms, he offered an apologetic look, "I'm sorry, baby. But you have to admit, it's true."
Accepting Harry's tender embrace, the corners of Hermione mouth slowly curved up, and she laughed reluctantly. As she pulled away, "Yes, but I'm not the only one who could have caused his death simply by glaring. I think you're both forgetting about Professor McGonagall and Snape," she added.
"All true," laughed Harry; Ron nodding in agreement.
"So, are we all packed, then?" asked Hermione, while clutching her beaded bag.
"Yeah, just have to pack the tent and we'll be set," answered Ron.
"Good, let's go," said Hermione, playfully pinching Harry's ass as she passed by.
Harry smirked, following Hermione and Ron outside.
Placing the tent into her bag, Hermione took Harry & Ron's hands and Disapparated.