A/N: Hey guys, I'm back! This is just a story idea that's been in my head, and I finally decided to give it a go. I'll try to update often, but unfortunately, I'm not the most reliable person ever. Thank you so much to my lovely beta MereWhispers, she edited my sloppy writing right up! Enjoy, and please review!


"Why does she have to be so likable?" Hermione moaned as she repeatedly banged her head on the bar table.

Blaise, her best friend, reached over and lifted her head up as he silently slid another drink in before her, his wedding ring glinting. She grabbed the drink and took a long gulp, causing the man beside her to wince as though in pain - which he might very well have been.

Standing behind the distraught brunette girl - well, perhaps now more of a woman - was a tall blonde man with that same characteristic, devilish smirk on his face that one could trace back to his school days.

"Having a rough night, Granger?" Malfoy asked, working hard to keep the chuckle out of his voice.

Blaise had opened his mouth to make a sharp retort, but just then, his husband came through the door of the pub.

"Sod off, Malfoy!" Harry said coldly while moving to embrace Blaise from behind, planting a kiss on his head.

Any humor marring Malfoy's face drained out as he witnessed the affectionate display. He turned on his heels and left, scowling.

"Are you okay, 'Mione?" Harry asked before Blaise could warn him not to.

Hermione shot him a death glare. But in her drunken state, it looked a bit more like a grimace.
"Of course, Harry! My husband cheated on me with a 19-year-old girl, and then had the audacity to introduce me to her within five minutes of demanding a divorce! And then I discover that I can't hate this girl properly because she's too damn likable!" she huffed out an agitated breath. "But yes, Harry, everything's just peachy!" she yelled, her voice growing constantly.

Blaise gave his husband an 'I told you so' look and then proceeded with his attempts to make Hermione let go of her whiskey. "Hermione, come on. You're tired and drunk, you need to get home."

Begrudgingly, the witch let go of her drink and stood up, allowing herself to be apparated home. She settled into bed only after the promise that Blaise would be back the next morning with painkillers and orange juice.

As she drifted off to sleep, she dreamt of the times when she was happy...