It was truly pathetic how little Ronald Weasley was truly capable of. It might've not be like that had he not been spoiled and coddled by his mother and that he didn't rely on his blood status to make moves for him in this world but it was the case now. Without the potion, there was no way in hell, he would have ended up with an amazing and talented woman like Hermione.

Harry went to open his mouth but then it was Ginny this time to took him by surprise. He exhaled a rough breath. "Oh thank fuck," he said then coughed. "Sorry, but I agree," he admitted with a rueful sort of smile at her then turned his hardened gaze to the other male in the room.

"You don't give an absolute shit about the lives you ruined so why the fuck would we care about your ruined life," he asked with a tilt of his head. He turned his attention back to Ginny and nodded. "You got it," he agreed. "Thank you, Ginny."

"As for you," he said, standing from the table. "Outside of a pending trial, I never want to see you ever again. Our friendship ended the moment you agreed with Molly to poison us and ruin our lives," he said with an icy and hard tone to his voice. "If Hermione wants a divorce, you are to grant her one. And since you hardly spend time with your children as it is, that shouldn't be an issue."