Hermione hadn't broken her resolve to tell him that yes, she'd been joking, and instead, he thought her expression was even more serious, if at all possible, after what he'd said. This was about as far from a joke as it got. The frown faded from Ron's face, replaced by a wide-eyed look of quiet surprise.
"Bloody hell," he breathed, then all at once felt like he couldn't breathe, like someone had sucked all the air out of the room. Was he even ready to be a dad? He didn't know the first thing about it. And his own dad wasn't even around to ask about it.
"Bloody hell," Ron repeated, and he couldn't help a glance at Hermione's stomach before he met her gaze again, "You're sure? It's not— there's no way it's a mistake or they've mixed things up?"
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Date: 2014-09-20 05:34 am (UTC)"Bloody hell," he breathed, then all at once felt like he couldn't breathe, like someone had sucked all the air out of the room. Was he even ready to be a dad? He didn't know the first thing about it. And his own dad wasn't even around to ask about it.
"Bloody hell," Ron repeated, and he couldn't help a glance at Hermione's stomach before he met her gaze again, "You're sure? It's not— there's no way it's a mistake or they've mixed things up?"