"Blegh," George said, the word gurgly as his stomach felt at the thought of his parents doing it. He leaned into her kiss, though, and felt a bit better.
"I mean, yeah? Maybe?" George shrugged a but within her embrace. "Her mum is...was a witch, Muggleborn though. Dunno about the rest of her family. They're on the outs, apparently."
"Gotta go take a paternity test tomorrow. I dunno when. Shouldn't it be more of an if then a when? What if I'm not deemed suitable?" Was their MInistry stuff he'd have to do? Paperwork? He needed to have been owling his personal solicitor that afternoon instead of getting pissed.
"And no. I don't want to even think about telling them until I know for sure and she's like... mine, you know?" George paused, giving it thought. "What if they don't let me have her? What'll they do with her?" Oh, Merlin! They couldn't just ship her off to a home. They wouldn't do that, would they? What if they put her with some awful pro-Ministry family?