Once they reached their bedroom, Ron sat on the edge of the bed as instructed, frowning as he held onto Hermione's flowers with both hands now. At least he knew now that it wasn't something wrong with their family, but he still felt a bit sick to his stomach just then, trying to work out exactly what it was that she might have to tell him.

He was about to tell her to just come out with it already, if it was bad news, because it felt a bit cruel or her to leave him in suspense like this, but then he saw the grin on her face.

"So it's good news, then?" he asked.