Harry chuckled darkly as he watched Ron's face as it went from seething jealousy to shock to sick and finally back to furious. Although the spell on the chair was subtle, he knew Ron had no choice but to answer the absolute truth. He spared a glance at Hermione and nodded just a fraction. "You're right. George would never do something like that... but that would mean that Ron would have to have the aptitude to create such a potion and you never did like potions, did you," he asked rhetorically. "It's no surprise though that she would get her baby to help her make a living outside of the home," he mused, setting his glass back down onto the table, never taking his eyes off the redhead across from him.

"So are Hermione and I simply special then or have you been selling it at the shop now that you know how to work the books, so to speak? I would like to know how far this goes before pressing charges."

He was not surprised one bit that Ron had shown his hand that quickly and was pleased with it, honestly. The quicker they got this done, spoke to Ginny the quicker they'd be done with it. With him.