Harry and Hermione were coming to visit them and Neville was never more worried in his life (which is saying a lot). Even though the house was in order, dinner was already made and Ron was off to get the champagne to celebrate the big news, Neville was still worried.
Why? Because his husband was going to make something worse than the Chocolate Potato Cake. Which he would have found hard to believe just a few hours ago, but then Ron showed him the recipe recipe for his newest desert.
The tomato soup cake.
It was moments like this that he questioned why he married this man. He hoped for Hermione's sake that Harry would be better, though considering that her fiance and his husband were besties, he doubted that.
"Honey, I'm home." Ron practically sang as he swung the door open. "Did you bring the champagne?" Neville asked him. "Yup! And the tomato soup."
Neville swore he was going to need a higher dose of his anxiety meds if Ron keeps making these horrors.
"Didn't you already ruin baking with the potato cake?" He asked as he followed Ron into the kitchen.
Ron rolled his eyes at him, a smirk forming on his face, and started pulling out the ingredients he needed, measuring\ spoons, bowls, and a whisk. "If I recall, you ended up liking the potato cake," Ron pointed out, while actually pointing the whisk at him accusingly. "Yes I did," Neville mumbled, hlf glaring at Ron. "Though I still don't think you should put tomato soup in cake."
"Do you know why I make these cakes?" Ron asked him, turning towards him whilst trying (and failing) to hide his smirk.
"Because you want the gods of baking to smite you?" Neville guessed, half joking.
"It's to see the looks of horror on peoples faces when I tell them what was in the cakes they just ate." He wasn't even trying to hide the evil grin on his face. Neville truly didn't know if to be terrified or impressed.
"And since I know you won't be eating this," Ron said as he went back to make the cake of horrors, "I'd appreciate it if you would help me make our friends an engagement dessert." Neville felt a smirk grow on his own face as he started measuring the ingredients.
When Ron and Neville heard the doorbell ring they shared a smirk before opening the door.
They were greeted by Hermione running up to them and hugging them both, nearly knocking them over. Harry was still standing at the door chuckling at the site, the biggest, happiest smile on his face.
"So I'm guessing she said yes," Ron said to Harry, Hermione still tackling him.
Hermione finally let go of Ron to lightly glare at him. "Of course I said yes Ronald."
"Can we see the ring?" Neville asked, smiling and hugging Hermione again.
Hermione put her left hand out, a simple yet elegant ring on her finger. The band itself was pure gold, shining under the living room light, and it had a single white diamond. Harry had taken Hermione ring shopping with him so that he'd get her one that she liked, since Hermione usually hated jewellery, and it was clear that she loved this ring.
"Hermione, it's perfect for you!" Neville said, trying, and failing, to stop himself from hugging her a third time.
"Yeah we're both thrilled for you two," Ron said, squeezing Harry's shoulder.
"So, are we going to eat or are we just gonna stand around here?" Harry asked, already walking towards the table. "Eating sounds good," Ron chuckled and looked over to Hermione and Neville, silently asking them if they're coming. Neville nodded, still grinning, and he and Hermione walked over to the other two.
After they finished dinner (Eggplant with parmesan cheese and a lot of champagne) Ron Went to the kitchen to get the cake, and it took everything in him not to spill what the secret ingredient is.
When he came back with the cake, Hermione went full business mode, sitting up and clasping her hands together. "So, me and Harry were thinking, and we'd like to ask you two to help plan the wedding," Hermione said in a serious yet friendly tone, and added, "if you want to of course."
The married boys immediately said yes, practically jumping up and down with excitement. Both Hermione and Harry went up to hug them, "thank you"s pouring out of their mouth a mile a minute.
"Now," Ron said, ending the hug after what felt like hours, "Let's have dessert!" As he said that he cut slices of the cake for Harry and Hermione. "Nev, do you want some?" Ron asked, biting down his smirk. "No I'm- I'm full," Neville replied, sitting down and pouring himself the last bit of the champagne.
Harry took one bite and already started moaning. "Gods Ron, this is so good! Please make all my cakes from now on."
Ron laughed and shook his head before taking a bite of his own cake. "You should give Nev some of that praise, he did the frosting." Neville felt himself blush, and he got even redder when Ron kissed him on the cheek.
"It really is great," Hermione said while Harry was cutting his second slice.
"You'll never guess what the secret ingredient is," Neville said, barely being able to hold in his laughter.
"Cinnamon," Hermione dead panned. "It's always cinnamon."
"If it's always cinnamon, then it's not much of a secret is it?" Ron said, smirking.
"Is it cinnamon though?" Harry asked.
"I mean yes…" Ron said, trailing off at the end, giving Neville the evilest little grin.
"Told you it was cinnamon," Hermione smiled smugly, taking another slice of the cake.
"And tomato soup," Neville mumbled quietly, but it was loud enough that Harry and Hermione still heard.
Hermione dropped the slice she was holding, Harry started choking (luckily on nothing) and Ron fell out of his chair laughing so hard.
After the engaged couples shock wore off and Ron's giggles died down, Hermione stared at Neville, a look of betrayal in her eyes, and she asked, "Did you know?"
"There was a reason I didn't eat it." was his reply.
Harry turned to Ron, only his smile betraying that he wasn't really angry. "Fuck you."
"Fuck me yourself, coward," Ron replied with a shit eating grin.
"I thought that was my job?" Neville said slyly, kissing his neck.
"We're both ace Nev," Ron deadpanned, before turning to kiss him on the lip.
"Well," Hermione said, clearing her throat, "We better be off, but we'll try to meet up soon, and then we can start planning things for the wedding."
"Yeah of course," Neville replied, "see you guess soon."
They hugged each other and said their farewells before Harry and Hermione disappeared from the Longbottom-Weasley house.
"Told you it was worth it," Ron said with that shit eating grin. Neville was honestly getting tired of that grin. So he kissed it off his husband before going to bed, internally smirking at said husband, who was quickly turning into a flustered mess in the living room.
