Harry twisted his wedding band around his finger and watched his wife from across the room, shamelessly flirting with Dean Thomas as though she wasn't married and her husband wasn't sitting a mere thirty feet from her. Try as he may, Harry could not find it within himself to feel anything about the situation other than a detached interest and another surge of thankfulness that the two had not been able to get pregnant, much to Molly's dismay. And no - there it was - he was annoyed that the two were being so obvious in such a public place, surrounded by their family and closest friends and colleagues. Ginny should have had the decency to carry out her affair in private, like any decent human being would.

"Do you want me to go over there and try to put a stopper to it?" Hermione's voice sounded from Harry's left and he glanced towards his friend, smiling at her but shook his head. Hermione sank on to the bar stool next to Harry and frowned, studying his face, attempting to gauge where he was at with everything.

"Thanks but what's the point?" Hermione opened her mouth to protest but Harry shook his head dismissively. "Hopefully people are taking notice… that way when the divorce comes through, no one will be surprised."

"So, that's it then?" Hermione said and brought her wine glass to her lips, taking a small sip of some bubbly rose colored liquid. Harry stared longingly at the drink before tearing his gaze away, considering Hermione's question. Harry shrugged his shoulders.

"Are you surprised?"

"I would've thought that you two would have tried to work things out."

"We did. It didn't work," Harry responded dryly, glancing towards Ginny again. Dean had his hand at her waist now. "I think that he makes her happy. Like, really and truly happy."

"You should be the one who is making her happy. You're her husband," Hermione said adamantly.

"Yeah, well, turns out that we weren't exactly right for each other," Harry mumbled and he looked back towards Hermione as she sighed. "What? Hermione, Christ. We were eighteen when we got married. We were too young and too high off of the War. I'm honestly surprised that we lasted this long-"

"Bill and Fleur got married during the War and they're perfectly fine, in love-"

"They were older than us-"

"By three years-"

"And had been dating for a year before they got married-"

"Ginny's been mad over you for ages-"

Harry ran his fingers over his eyes, from under his glasses. "Hermione. Please. Just stop… just stop talking. Shouldn't you be more concerned over the fact that I literally do not give a damn that some prick has his hands all over my wife in front of me? In fact, I'm hoping that she doesn't come home tonight because then I'm guaranteed some peace for once. Listen. Yeah, Ginny had a crush on me when she was ten. And yeah, we had feelings for each other at Hogwarts and throughout the War… but it just isn't working out, okay?" Harry pushed himself up from his bar stool and sucked a deep breath in through his nose before turning to his friend. "Listen - I love you, Hermione, and I love that you care. But just let this one go."