All things considered, Zach thought, he was taking it much better than he himself would. He stood still and silent while Neville got the worst of his fears out, only reaching out once to touch his shoulder in a vain attempt to soothe him.
"Not at this point, no," Zach answered the one question he knew for sure. "It's too early yet and any sort of investigation of paternity will have to wait until you're farther along. Be happy for magic, mate, because in the Muggle world, that wouldn't be possible until after you've delivered."
There was a small part of him, the part that had grown very attached to Luna during Neville's previous illness, that wondered about the vehement denials. As if there was a candidate outside his marriage to Luna for the father of the child Neville now carried. Maybe not so monogamous? he thought and scowled.