You scowl as you put on the suit and wish you could Diffindo it into black and white ribbons.
Balls, funerals, a couple weddings…you wear it too often for your liking.
Ginny coos, "But you look so handsome, dear!"
"Thanks, love," you murmur before pressing a perfunctory kiss to her cheek.
"It'll be so nice to catch up with everyone, Quidditch just keeps a girl so busy! I heard Padma and Lavender are buying more shops outside London and expanding their business quite nicely…"
You don't hear the rest of it. Ok, really, you don't listen to the rest of it.
You know you should be thankful that Ginny Weasley is your girlfriend. She's sweet, funny, marvelous in bed…
"But still not good enough for the famous Harry Potter?" his inner voice sneers in a spot on Malfoy imitation.
"It's not that she's not good enough…" you think to yourself as you rush downstairs. You can probably grab a stiff drink before you leave if you hurry up. "Just not…what I expected?"
You thought Ginny would…
You can't articulate precisely what you want, but you know that ignoring your girlfriend because most of her mindless chatter circles around Quidditch and gossip is hardly a good thing.
And you try to push it out of your mind as you Apparate to Hogwarts (they actually lifted the non-Apparition wards for the event) because you don't wanna end up splinched. But as the yank in your navel arrives, you realize that what you want for the most part is important conversations and comfortable silences.