She couldn't help smile that slowly inched it's way into place. "Yes, Harry, that's what it means." She added a bit of mock exasperation, as if it should have been obvious. Though it should have been, she wasn't exactly shy with him. She usually hugged on him more than she did Ron. The only time she usually paid any affection toward the youngest Weasley boy was when Harry was doing something incredibly dangerous and she couldn't be at his side.
"So... What now?" Usually it was her that had the plan. But since he did the confessing, when she'd had no intention on doing so, she would let him plot the course farther. The only hope she had was that this wouldn't affect her children, that obviously already existed in this time. Even if they were only a few years old.