Camilla Weasley was, quite possibly, the cutest thing that had ever existed. Hermione couldn't stop stroking her little forehead, running her fingers through the wispy ginger hairs covering her head. She was amazed. One of them (two of them, technically) had one of these. A baby. A real, little, tiny human being all their own. Quite frankly, she couldn't believe that Ron Weasley was a father. Every time she thought about it, it brought a smile to her face. The goofy boy from her youth was a dad. It was bizarre. It was hilarious. It was... lovely. That Pansy was a mother didn't really register as such a resounding, astounding thing with her. She'd been... not exactly close to Pansy during Fifth and Sixth year (and certainly wasn't close to her now) but the dark-haired beauty had been the mothering sort. Overbearing, certainly. But fiercely protective and concerned for the well-being for those she cared about.