Ron seemed amused at Draco’s suggestion. "Har bloody har, Malfoy. Given how brave you are making a baby with Hermione, shouldn’t you have gone into Gryffindor?" He put his hand inside the dark blue jacket he was wearing and pulled out a root vegetable. "Ginger. In tiny amounts to begin with. I’m sure Hermione knew I was adding something extra, but her sickness was so bad with Hugo, that she let it pass without comment."