There was a time in their past when he meant that literally. It had been his intention to put aside his first wife and make Hermione his bride. She was glad that that didn't happen. He probably was too even if he was too stubborn to admit it. Perhaps realizing what he'd said without meaning to, Augustus cleared his throat and took another glass out of the cupboard. When he set it down on the table across from Hermione, she poured him a liberal amount. She'd decided before her first glass was empty that she wanted to get very drunk. Having company during such an endeavor was preferable to doing it alone. Augustus didn't mind. Just chuckled and took a deep gulp. He knew he had some catching up to do.