Harry and Severus
Remus had returned to the party, and Harry had, after hiding in his corner a while longer, done the same. Mostly because Ginny had come and dragged him out and made him socialise. She had left him now though, for one of her friends, and as she did Harry looked around to find someone that he could talk to as well.
He had hoped to find Ron in the crowd, but when his eyes settled on Severus he hesitated for a moment. Should he? He supposed he just might get talking to him over with. Maybe discuss the elephant in the room without risking Ginny killing him on the spot.
He walked over to him, his face a pleasant mask much like the one he used when reporters were around, unable to know where this would lead before it went anywhere. He tried to remember that he wanted to be loyal to Al, supportive, but he still wanted to know what the hell someone Severus' age wanted with someone so young.
"Good evening, Severus," he said as he approached, not sure what to say next.