Fleur walked over to stand beside him, giving him a soppy, slavish look that Harry hoped with all his heart would never appear on his face again.
Harry watched as Ginny danced with Teddy. Her hair glimmered porphyry in the dim light; his flashed subdued pastel colours with the bass line of the song. Harry's heart snuggled in the spreading warmth in his chest.
"That's disgusting," Ron said, startling him out of his content little cloud, "You look like Fleur after she's snogged Bill."
Ron walked away, leaving Harry horrified in his wake. It was bad enough that he looked sappy – but to be told by the groom? He needed a drink.