"Ron!" Her voice escaped her as more of a squeak than anything else, Hermione likely looking somewhat peaky and half-insane. "Hardly late at all, I'd say," she nodded to Luna, her stomach threatening to twist its knots into more knots. Okay, so she'd thought that she was ready for this conversation. And yet, the near-crazed look she likely had on her face right now seemed to indicate... otherwise.
"Yes, of course," she hastily added, "what Harry said. It's been-- way too long. Ron, do you know when Ginny's supposed to be arriving?" Because this wasn't painful enough already, of course.