Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
By Silver Sailor Ganymede
"Ronald Bilius Weasley, you will put that firewhisky down this instant!"
Ron sulkily slammed the glass of firewhisky he had been holding down on the table, but still did not bother to look up at his wife. Why couldn't she just let him drink in peace?
"I don't see why you're sitting here looking like Voldemort's come back," Hermione said tersely as she sat down opposite her husband.
Privately Ron wished Voldemort had come back. Dark Lords and Death Eaters and wars he could deal with, but this was just too much. Of course he didn't say anything like that aloud; Hermione might just have killed him if he had.
They sat there in silence for a few minutes before Hermione finally lost her temper.
"Merlin's beard, you're acting like an overgrown child! It's not like the world's about to come to an end."
"The world already has come to an end!" Ron shouted, unable to control himself any longer. "This is the worst bloody day of my life, that's what it is."
"Well I don't see what your so upse…"
"You wouldn't," Ron interrupted her. "Because it's your fault for getting it into Rosie's head that she'd make a good Ravenclaw in the first place. And as for Hugo…"
"You haven't had any problems with Rose being in Ravenclaw for the past two years," Hermione shot back. "This is really about Hugo, isn't it?"
"He's only been Sorted into Slytherin; it's not like he's started practicing the Dark Arts or anything."
"He might do," Ron muttered.
Hermione shook her head, obviously exasperated. "Firstly, being in Slytherin has never done Albus any harm, has it? And secondly, I cannot believe that you were even thinking that! You know what the problem is, Ronald? It's not Rose or Hugo; it's you. You're just stupidly upset because neither of our children have been Sorted into Gryffindor like you'd hoped." She stood up and swept out of the room, but not before shouting behind her, "I'll leave you to wallow in your own disappointment for now. Hopefully it won't take too long for you to come to your senses."
Ron took another swig of firewhisky. Why could his wife not see that the world had just come to an end?