"I guess-" Harry began reluctantly, for once awkward in his fame, something that hadn't happened since he was in Hogwarts. "But maybe not too much: S'not right, really - Kingsley is still off brooding in the mountains somewhere."
"What? You aren't?" Harry feigned horror, ruffling red hair playfully - still hating that Ron was so much taller than him - "Why'd I go and marry you, then? It definitely wasn't for your looks." Harry stuck his tongue out at Ron a little, biting it between two rows of shining white teeth (Thank you Dr. Grangers!). "Don't make me go pureblood husband on you, you're lucky I let you continue going to school."