"Good," he said, nodding and finishing his toast. "I hope it does, too. He's calling the canceled dinner on Thursday a date."
He was quiet a moment. There were times when he could say things to Hermione that he really couldn't say to Harry. "I'm a little jealous of him. He's starting on this new thing with Wendy and I... well, I miss Missy. Sometimes it seems like she's going to show up at any moment, ready to visit me for a week or a month, like she used to do. We might have been pregnant by now. I keep thinking about that, too, being a dad."
He shook his head and grinned at Hermione. "I'm sorry. You're sick and I'm just sitting here feeling sorry for myself."