"No, not I've got it," Ron insisted, though he wasn't entirely sure it was the truth. But one thing Ron was certain of, was that he wanted to be able to at least drive his wife to the hospital tonight. Somehow, it seemed important. Bloody hell, everything about this was important, really.

He finally managed to pull his trousers on the right way, pulling them up with a hop before pulling on his shoes.

Frowning at the expression on Hermione's face as she pulled herself up to a standing position, Ron closed the distance between them, setting his hand at the small of her back.

"Alright, Hermione? Can you walk?"