'If you just will tell us when you are going to tell the Weasleys,' Severus said, slightly distracted by Remus' hand in his. Remus worked almost like a relaxing potion; never had Severus been more courteous in the presence of the Potter boy, who - Merlin knew - was able to make Severus' temper flare.
'I am going to send one or two Owls to a certain Miss Skeeter, and I think you and I, my lo- Remus, are going to have a nice dinner in Diagon Alley very soon. We just need to decide when.' Severus smirked. 'May I suggest we do this the evening before Potter is going to tell the she-dragon that her offspring is not what he wants?'