Ron and Astoria are getting married in St Paul's Cathedral, a Muggle church. Everyone was there to congratulate them, including Ginny, Harry, Blaise, Pansy... Well, ALMOST everyone.

In a dirty pub, Hermione Jean Granger was seething. Why did Ron choose Astoria Greengrass over her? Astoria only got the beauty, 'Which is probably why Ronald chose her, not me,' Hermione thought glumly. So that's why she's left alone in a pub, while her friends were away celebrating. She took a swing of Firewhiskey and sighed.

'What's the matter, Granger?' a voice asked. Not even bothering to turn around, Hermione replied, 'Can't you see that I'm having a pity party on my own?' 'Sounds depressing,' said Draco as he took the seat on Hermione's right. 'What are you doing here, anyways?' asked Hermione, 'Shouldn't you be having some sort of party with your friends?' 'What do I have to celebrate? Loss of girlfriend?' snapped Draco.

'Loss of girlfriend?' questioned Hermione. 'Astoria. She's my girlfriend,' Draco answered. 'EX-girlfriend,' corrected Hermione, 'And fiancee of my ex-boyfriend.' 'There's a reason for you to drink,' said Draco darkly, pouring himself a glass. 'Well, we're on the same boat now,' Hermione raised her glass, 'This calls for a toast!' They clinked glasses.

'So, how long have you and Weasley been dating?' Draco asked. Hermione took a sip of Firewhiskey, 'Since the war ended.' 'Wow! You've been with Weasley for two years and he still dumped you? He really doesn't deserve your love,' Draco said. Hermione pulled out her wand and pointed at Draco. 'Never,' she growled, 'Say the word 'love again. I'm sick of it!' Draco chuckled, 'Sure.'

Hermione tucked her wand inside her robes and took a swing of drink, 'What about you?' 'Hm, let's see...' Draco drained his glass, 'I met Astoria in a park ten months ago and broke up with her in March. I'd say we've been dating for eight months.'

That's when a man came over and asked Hermione, 'Hey, hottie! Why don't you come over and have a pint with me?' Hermione could feel Draco tense up and his arm held tightly to her waist. 'Sorry pal,' he said coolly, 'But she's with me.' The man glared at him before leaving. 'There's no need to be that possessive,' Hermione smiled. Draco blushed slightly and mumbled something like 'Don't want other people to take things that were his.'

Hermione finished her drink and poured herself another glass, 'Wouldn't your father be furious that your ex-girlfriend would marry a blood-traitor?' 'I don't think my father minds,' Draco scowled, 'He's with a Muggle anyways.' Hermione gasped, 'What happened?' 'Father cheated on Mother with a Muggle, so Mother divorced with him and found another wizard,' Draco stated matter-of-factly. Hermione nodded and gulped down the Firewhiskey. 'What are you going to do next?' she asked when she finished. Draco took a swing and replied, 'I don't not. Maybe I'll go to New York and live with Theo. What about you?' 'Perhaps I'll go travelling,' Hermione answered.

Hermione finished her glass and refilled it, 'Why are you here?' 'Well, where can I go?' demanded Draco angrily, 'My parents won't give a damn about me being dumped, and all my friends have gone to that bloody wedding!' 'You're right,' Hermione agreed, 'There's no Firewhiskey there, which is the only reason I attend weddings nowadays.' Draco looked surprised, 'I never thought that you were into drinking.' 'Things change, Malfoy,' Hermione shook her head sadly, 'Things change.'

Draco looked amused, 'You know what, Granger? If you're ever out of a job, you should be a Seer.' He coughed and mimicked Professor Trelawney's voice, 'Ah, m' dears, to be a true Seer, we have to use mistify voices even when speaking bullshit.' Hermione giggled, 'Trelawney ALWAYS speaks bullshit.' She drained her glass and exclaimed, 'Merlin's beard! I finished a whole bottle of Firewhiskey?' 'Correction, Miss Granger,' Draco wagged a finger at her, mimicking Professor McGonagall, 'It's US.'

'Oh shut up!' Hermione rolled her eyes at Draco. 'Make me,' Draco smirked. Hermione marched over to Draco, threw her arms around him and kissed him. In normal situations, Hermione would use her wand, or better yet, her fists. But this wasn't normal situations. Hermione was heartbroken and slightly tipsy, and Draco was the perfect person for her to vent to.

Hermione's hands ran through Draco's hair. Draco was shocked at first but quickly responded. Caressing her lip with his tongue, he asked for entrance and Hermione opened her mouth. Draco's tongue entered and massaged Hermione's tongue with his. Hermione let out a moan and gripped Draco's hair tighter, the empty bottle of Firewhiskey laid forgotten on the table.

Harry, Ginny, Ron, and the new Mrs Weasley were on the streets. 'It's a pity Hermione weren't at the party,' declared Harry. 'Yeah, we even got Firewhiskey for her,' giggled Ginny. 'Why don't we go to that bar and celebrate some more?' Astoria suggested. The four of them entered the pub, chatting about the wedding when the bartender asked, 'More couples? Is today Valentine's Day?'

Ginny looked confused. 'Are there any more couples here? Other than us?' she asked. 'If so, why don't we ask them to join us?' asked Astoria. The other three nodded. 'You don't want to interrupt them,' the bartender grunted, 'They seemed to be very busy.' He jerked his thumb at a corner of the bar.

Ginny and Harry opened their mouths in horror as Astoria let out a scream. There, entwined to the chair, were Hermione and Draco, who looked very preoccupied indeed. Ron's face turned to resemble his hair and he stormed out of the pub. Astoria went next, bursting into tears. Ginny and Harry went last, shaking their heads and whispering. The bartender chortled and recalled the time when he also encountered something like this himself. The time when he was with Lily Evans...

Can you guess who the bartender is?