Hermione gave a nod, tearing her eyes away from Ron so that she could give Hannah a gentle smile. "She's beautiful, Hannah, though I'm sure you hear that all the time." It was the best praise her brain could come up with at the moment, as visions of little strawberry blonde or auburn haired Granger-Weasley children bounced around inside it. At least one. Probably two. A boy and a girl. She hadn't gone so far as to pick out names, it was just a fantasy.
The kiss to her hair made her smile and close her eyes, but she was startled by the yelp. She turned to look, and saw the baby with a fist full of his chest hair. She couldn't help but laugh.