Hermione rubbed self-consciously again at her (his) jaw, feeling the full beard there and wincing. But Ron was, by far, the worst. She'd though, of course, that she'd end up as her hairdresser neighbour and Ron would end up as her husband. Unfortunately, they'd both had very similar coloured hair....
"Oh for god's sake, Ron, it's not like I did it on purpose," She hissed at him, then looked at Harry. "Alright? Let's do this as quickly as we can."