"Nonsense," Hermione smiled, kissing him softly. "It's probably just Rosie or one of the grandkids...." She opened the door, her hair still looking too incriminatingly mussy and disheveled, blinking in surprise at the sight of her brother-in-law. Was her still her brother-in-law? She frowned as she tried to map out the new branches recently forged in their family tree.