The evening went by without a hitch right up until the very end. Hermione and Weaslette had gone to the loo and Weasley was getting the next round of drinks leaving him alone with Potter. Whilst Potter had spoken out in his defence at his trial, they had very little to do with each other in the years that had passed since. He had assumed that Potter was out there living the good life with his pretty little wife. Not giving a shit about the lover he had left broken after sixth year.