"Harry, Harry look over there." Ginny nudged her husband while discreetly pointing her finger across the pub toward the odd couple.
He followed her finger and squinted, before he recognized the pair, or rather, thought he did.
"Wha- Is that? No, it couldn't be."
"Of course it is! Who else could it be?"
Harry sighed and turned to see his wife's smug face, as he reluctantly reached into his pocket and pulled out the ten galleons they had bet on earlier that month.
Before Ginny could start gloating, he grabbed her hand and led her out into the streets. It was definitely them, and as much as he loved seeing his best friend happy, he didn't think he could stomach watching Hermione get snogged senseless by Draco Malfoy.