Ron winced when she cast her spell - the healing process was never all that fun - but when it was good and over with the injury that had been bothering him for a large number of days had vanished entirely. Looking incredibly relieved, Ron ran a hand over the smoothed out skin that had taken place of the wound and immediately shot Hermione a sheepish look. "Thanks, 'Mione."
Looking a bit brighter, both because Hermione was here and his arm was in better shape, Ron flopped down onto the edge of his bed and snatched up a bag of chips. "Alternate timeline or not, my money is on us being completely tossed if we ever do have kids together. It's not something that we'd ever do. We'd have had to have had ten buckets of firewhiskey, plus be blindfolded twice over before even coming near one another like that."
He was exaggerating. Incredibly so. But that was the point of being in denial, wasn't it? At least to her.