She shook her head, trying to clear the haze of thoughts clouding her mind.  Rolf had only gotten the chance to pour her one glass of crisp champagne but here she was, feeling drunk solely off the anticipation of seeing the man she used to love more than anything else in the world.  Hermione was really going to lay into him when she saw him.  He and Harry, both!  While part of her was concerned that her best friend and his husband had been fighting so badly that he had decided to go off into Muggle London and get drunk enough to be arrested, a bigger part of her was equally as angry with him for this whole mess.