"Wonder how many of them thought at the very least, that I had gone daft? I mean, you and Ginny is a good and powerful match," she notes with a sharp smile. "She's beautiful, smart, powerful, and a quidditch star. At least they likely wondered what she saw in you,' Hermione teases, sounding a lot more like herself than she's likely to have sounded all evening.

"But Ron? I mean... really? Everyone just accepted that was natural?"

Because none of it feels that way to her. Not in the least.

"I really... I need Fleur to love Bill. I will destroy Molly with my bare hands if she did that to Bill after all he's been through. " There's an anger in her voice that can't be denied. Bad enough it happened to them, but Bill deserved everything that he and his wife seem to be. He deserves to be happy.

Sighing though at that kiss, aching to kiss him again. "You're welcome. I just want you to have the life you want, Harry. You deserve that as well," she says, hesitant a moment and then she leans in, unable to help herself, kissing him. She feels drunk with the sensation as much as the alcohol, and it is everything she's ever wanted since she was in control of her own desires.