Ron and Hermione glanced down at the little lad who now could be mistaken for their own child before sharing shy smiles. The thought of Hermione as a mother left him disquieted in a protective big brother sort of way, enough that Harry leerily averted his eyes from the sight, only for them to land on Mr. Granger. Hermione's father was so tight with enraged, father bear tension that the stem of his champagne flute shattered in his clenched fist. Shocked cries went up at the sight of burgundy liquid spilling all over the carpet.