Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Warnings: None
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Neville/Hannah, Dean/Parvati
Notes: Epilogue Compliant.
What Are We Celebrating?
"What are we celebrating, again?"
Hermione gave a long suffering sigh as she shut the door behind her and walked up the garden path to the road. "How many times must I tell you, Ronald?"
Ron flashed his wife an innocent smile as he followed her through the garden gate and down the road. "At least one more?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I have no idea what we're celebrating. Luna was pretty... vague about it."
Ron thought for a second, and then shrugged. "Ah, well. Free food," he said, as if that was the answer to everything.
They had reached the gate to Luna's house, which was fortunately right next door to theirs, when two pops and a wailing signalled the apparition of the Potter family.
"Harry, take your son." Ginny instructed, handing the sobbing six week old boy into her husband's arms.
"Oh? My son, is he?" Harry looked amused, but took James anyway.
"When he's screaming like a banshee, yeah."
Ron looked from his sister to his best friend. "Do you two have any idea what we're supposed to be celebrating?" he asked, hopefully.
"Nope."
"Not a clue."
Ron sighed and followed the others inside.
Once inside the house, they caught sight of Neville and his fiancée, Hannah Abbott talking with Dean Thomas and his girlfriend, Parvati Patil. Neville caught sight of them and waved them over.
"Do any of you have any idea what we're celebrating?" Dean asked, before Ron could.
"Not a clue," Hermione admitted.
"Wow," Dean laughed. "Hermione doesn't know something? Can we film that, so we have evidence?"
Hermione scowled, while everyone else laughed.
"Where's Luna?" Ginny asked, not seeing the blonde ex-Ravenclaw anywhere.
"She went to get the cake," informed Parvati.
"Cake?" Ron perked up immediately. "There's cake?"
Everyone ignored him, instead turning to the doorway, where Luna was levitating an enormous cake.
"Luna!" Hermione burst out, upon seeing her. "What are we celebrating? We need to know!"
Ron snorted at the almost desperate look on his wife's face. She hated not knowing things.
Luna cocked her head to one side, after setting the cake down and said nothing for a few seconds. Then she started to speak.
"Today is the start of the Nargles' mating season, which happens to fall on the peak day for the Crumple-Horned Snorkacks and Blibbering Humdingers laying their eggs. It is also exactly a week until Midsummer's Eve, which is the time when the Heliopaths venture forth to mingle with humans and the Glitterpuffs do their annual 'Dance of the Bugs'." She stated all this matter-of-factly, as if they all should have known this already.
Silence reigned over all of the guests for nearly two minutes, before it was broken by a question and, a moment after that, a moan as the questioner's wife elbowed him in the stomach.
"But we still get cake, right?"