Hermione has speculated on Angelina and George's relationship, but knew she would never say anything until that is, Hermione witnesses Angelina drunkenly confess. It all comes out at a party. Experience it all from differing POV. –
A/N Which character's POV will be stipulated beforehand but, fair warning; I tend to jump into third person quite a bit.
Harry Potter and his world is the creation of the marvellous JK Rowling. This storyline is the creation of moi. Enjoy.
Harry's POV
Twenty minutes after party's start (they're late)
Harry still couldn't believe Hermione was the one to come up with a costume party. It's not that he didn't think she was imaginative; he had his years throughout Hogwarts and survival through their Horcrux Hunt to attest to her imagination. It was the fact that she wanted everyone to choose a fairy tale or novel character as their costume that got to him. Trust her to make everyone study up on Muggle stories for a costume party idea, a party that had started off as a simple get together and then become a regular every 6 months since The Battle of Hogwarts three years ago. To make matters more distressing for Harry, Ginny had said they must go as something that matched, and through all her "research" it seemed the tales of Peter Pan were her favourite. So here he stood, The-Boy-Who-Lived dressed as The-Boy-Who-Would-Never-Grow-Up, in the entryway of his loft apartment wearing a leafy green suit. By "suit", Harry meant a strange leaf covered leotard-like contraption with matching short leggings, which were surprisingly comfortable (he would never admit that to anyone for fear of never hearing the end of it from Ron, or any of the Weasleys for that matter. It was bad enough he would never live down the costume itself).
After five more minutes of waiting Harry couldn't take it much longer and called out to Ginny, "Come on hon', my costume should've taken more time to put together than yours and you know how your mum gets when we're late?"
After a snide comment from Bill about Harry getting laid being the reason they were late to a previous party, Mrs Weasley was especially unbearable about the "Marriage Situation" as the Weasley siblings liked to call it, especially since Harry and Ginny moved in together over a year ago.
"I'm coming. I'm coming. Just… just play with your wand or something. You know I had to help Hermione with her costume."
Harry huffed and sat on the bench in the entryway twirling his wand while mumbling, "I swear that was some kind of euphemism."
"You could have interpreted that however you wanted," Ginny snickered as she descended the stairs, holding up the hem of her dress to save from tripping. Her hair was in tight ringlets tied back with a silk bow, she wore an ankle-length blue nightie with cap sleeves and matching slippers shod her feet.
"I thought you were going with the other one, Gin?"
"I was, but the idea of walking around in woolly socks rather than shoes wasn't nearly as appealing considering we'll be outside, whether I charmed them or not. And I'll admit I wasn't keen on reliving my pre-Hogwarts hairstyle."
"Aww, but you were adorable," Harry grinned cheekily.
Ginny rolled her eyes as she approached him, ruffling his hair and then flicking his nose, "Yes, well we can't all pull off the same hairstyle since childhood."
"Hey you know I can't control this mess. Besides, it's lucky it actually works for me tonight. Also you forget that period where it was really long." Pulling Ginny towards him, sticking his tongue out before snogging her, and then spinning them on the spot, apparrating to The Burrow with a 'pop'.