Remus snorted. "Do you remember when YOU were seventeen? No matter what goes on - they'll always find time for love life angst. Harry's father managed to wear down the girl he loved in he middle of a war. Ron and Hermione will manage something. I'd lay wagers on it." And he had nothing to wager, but that wasn't the point.
He nodded a thank you at Bill once they got inside, careful to move quietly so he didn't wake anyone, dropping down in the leather chair with a sigh as Bill went to hunt for Harry.