Harry smacked his lips together, savouring the perfection that was Orange Juice. "I could see myself coming back here."

Neville raised his own glass of orange impeccability. "Cheers, I'll drink to that."

"Tropicana 100% Pure Orange Juice With No Pulp And Added Calcium & Vitamin D, that's not too shabby," Harry said, eyeing it critically.

Scrunching his nose, Neville gave a small shrug. "Low pulp would have been better."

"Actually," said a silky smooth accented voice. "Pear Juice is better than OJ."

Neville craned his neck away from Brazilian Beta who had just popped up behind him "Er...where did you come from?"

"Pear Juice?" Harry said, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not even going to dignify that with a response."

Neville nodded in agreement. "I don't think I've ever met someone who asked for pear juice in the morning," he said, lifting his chin so he could look down his nose at him. "If pear juice is your go-to, then we really need to have a talk."

Harry chuckled and shook his head. "Anyway, did you sneak up behind us just to chat about fruit juices, or...?" he said, taking a sip of his drink of sublimity.

Brazilian Beta straightened up, a determined look set on his face. "No, I came to see if you'll tell me when your birthday is," he said, an earnestness to his voice that couldn't be faked.

"My birthday?" Harry said.

Neville frowned. "Why...do you want to know?" he said, turning in his chair to better see the man behind him.

"I just like knowing," Brazilan Beta said.

Harry hummed and furrowed his eyebrows. "How about, no?" he said.

"C'mon," Brazilian Beta said, his bottom lip jutting out in an adorable pout. "Just a hint?"

Harry swirled his drink as he took a moment to consider the request.

"Just the month?" he said. "Pretty please?"

With a sigh, Harry shook his head. "No."

"C'mon, Harry, just the month," Neville said mockingly, stifling his laughter as he grinned at him.

Harry shot Neville an exasperated look. "Fine," he said, rolling his eyes. "December."

x-x-x

Harry raised his glass, "Here's to the first ten. May we find a way to upstage Ginny and Bighead Garçon at their ten year anniversary."

Gabby smiled at her new husband, her Bonded, her Soulmate and the love of her life. "Cheers, I'll drink to that."

With a contented sigh, Harry placed his glass of Simply Orange 100% Low Pulp Low Sugar Premium Juice on the table and leant back in his chair. "Can't get any better than this," he said, gesturing towards the glass beside him.

Gabby gave a small shrug. "It's lovely, yes," she said, "but I think medium pulp would have been even better."

"Actually," came Brazilian Beta's voice as he peeked over Gabby's head, causing her to scream. "I really think apple juice is the way to go."

"Merlin..." Gabby said, placing a hand over her heart. "Where did you even come from?"

"Apple juice?" Harry said at the same time, a look of disgust on his face. "Apple juice first thing in the morning?! What is wrong with you? OJ is the best breakfast drink. Apple juice if you are a child is acceptable. It is known."

Gabby nodded seriously. "Never have I thought, 'man, I'm parched, where's that apple juice?'"

Brazilian Beta looked down at the ground and shook his head. "I didn't come here to be harassed about my juice preferences."

"Then…why are you here?" Harry said.

"Well, to ask about your birthday, of course," Brazilian Beta said as if it were obvious. "Birthday. Gimme."

Gabby raised an eyebrow at him. "What are you going to do with this information, Brazilian Beta?"

"Absolutely nothing, I'm just curious," he said with a shrug. "I don't have a devious bone in me."

Harry and Gabby stared at each other, communicating silently.

"Well...my birthday is March 19th," Gabby offered.

Brazilian Beta let out a thoughtful hum. "A Friday, then."

Gabby's eyes widened in surprise. "How did you know that so fast?"

"My python program," Brazilian Beta said, pulling out a 7.018 meter live python that made Gabby yelp and jump into Harry's arms. "But anyway, Harry...when were you born? The 16th? The 23rd?"

"Are you picking Fridays because Gabby was born on a Friday, therefore I must have been?"

"Ahm, sure?" Brazilian Beta said before slumping his shoulders in defeat. "The 19th then?"

Harry gave a nod. "100%"

"The 19th?"

"That is 100% wrong."

Gabby laughed. "Oh go on, Harry. Give him the day of the week at least."

He sighed, knowing he could never deny his Soul Bonded anything. "Fine," he said, turning to Brazilian Beta. "I was born on a Friday, too."

x-x-x

"To a honeymoon in Brazil," Harry said.

Ginny stared lovingly at her new fiance, her best friend, and childhood sweetheart. "Cheers, I'll drink to that."

Harry frowned as he lowered his glass of Minute Maid 100% Medium Pulp Orange Juice From Concentrate With Added Vitamin A, D, E And B1. "That's not bad," he said.

Ginny's nose crinkled in response. "It could use more pulp," she said. "Mum always bought High Pulp Orange Juice. It's the best."

Harry shrugged and looked out at the horrendous weather.

"Actually-"

"Ah!" Ginny shreiaked, snapping her head around at the new voice. "Where'd you come from?"

"Oh, he does this," Harry said, smiling at Brazilian Beta and waving. "We talk about the magnificence of orange juice and he pops up."

Ginny was still breathing heavily, working to regain her composure.

"Pineapple juice is better," Brazilian Beta said. "Far more flavour and not too sugary."

"But why is he here?" Ginny said, looking between the two of them.

"Do you know Harry's birthday?" Brazilian Beta said, not bothering to beat around the bush.

Ginny narrowed her eyes. "Of course."

"When is it?" he asked, his eyes growing large.

She crossed her arms. "Why would I tell you?"

"Because I really, really, really want to know," he said, pouting adorably. "Can't you just tell me?"

"Fine-"

"No-"

Harry and Ginny looked at each other for a moment then back at Brazilian Beta.

"We're in December now," Brazilian Beta, clasping his hands together in a pleading gesture. "At least let me know if I've already missed it."

Harry gave a thoughtful frown as he considered his next move. "You haven't, and I'll even tell you it's not the 25th or 31st." he said, folding his arms over his chest. "My birthday hasn't happened yet."

Ginny let out an annoyed sigh at that point. "Look, sorry to cut whatever this is," she said, gesturing between the two of them, "but we've got a performance to catch, Harry."

She got up from her seat and stepped around the table, moving past the barrier of the charm Harry had cast to keep them dry.

The torrential downpour hit her at once, thoroughly soaking her. Her feet were almost ankle deep in water, her hair clung wet to her head. She stepped back into the charmed area with a yelp, dripping water all over the dry ground.

"And this is why I didn't want to sit out on the patio," she said through gritted teeth as water pooled on her forehead before running down her face, dripping off the end of her nose.

Harry took a final gulp of his scrumptious drink. "If you had just sat down and enjoyed your drink, you wouldn't have gotten wet," he said, shutting his eyes and relaxing to the blissful sound of raindrops falling to earth.

"And if you hadn't bitterly complained throughout the entire performance yesterday, I would have caught more than half of it," Ginny said before huffing out a breath, causing water to spurt out in front of her.

With a long sigh, Harry allowed himself to be tugged to his feet. "Fine," he said, bidding farewell to Brazilian Beta. "I'll bring ear plugs and an eye cover. There's no way I can watch that two-bit ballet performance again."

x-x-x

"Ah...right," Harry said, going back to the matter at hand. "See, now I know that there's never going to be one girl out there for me that can fill the hole Gabby left. So...maybe you're right. Maybe I should be looking for some bodies instead of somebody. Thanks for the advice, zapt!"

zapt dos frowned for a moment before shrugging. "I'm not sure that's what I meant but… Cheers, I'll drink to that."

"It doesn't get much better than Organic Florida's Natural Fresh-Squeezed No Added Sugar High Pulp Juice With Added Calcium, Potassium, Iron, Magnesium, Zinc, Phosphorus, and Omega-3 Fatty Acids From Fish Oils," Harry said, smacking his lips together.

zapt dos nodded with a pleasant smile. "I agree completely," he said. "This is the perfect amount of pulp."

"Good man, zapt dos," Harry said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Brazilian Beta, you there?"

"You guessed it," Brazilian Beta said from behind zapt dos who let out a manly shriek of shock. "And I've brought a good friend of mine with me, too."

"Ey, Swiftie Stan!" Harry greeted. "How are you?"

"That's not important," Brazilian Beta cut off, pushing Swiftie Stan away. "Two things, Harry. First: You're wrong. Watermelon juice is better than OJ."

Everyone collectively groaned.

"It's like you've never seen another fruit besides an orange," Brazilian Beta said, shaking his head. "Now onto the second thing: Harry. Hey. You. Yes. You. Bday. When. Is. It? Tell me! TELL ME. Please?"

"In December."

"I said day, not month," Brazilian Beta said, leaning forward.

"It is a day in December, yes," Harry said, a large grin forming on his face.

"Whiiiiiiich?"

Harry let out a hearty chuckle. "I've knocked it down from 365 possible days to less than 31, you figure it out."

"Must be cool to have friends that want to know your birthday, Harry," Swiftie Stan said, interjecting into the conversation once more.

"Swiftie…." Brazilian Beta said in a chiding tone.

Swiftie Stan burst into loud obnoxious laughter.

"I did ask you yours," Brazilian Beta said, his face drawn into a frown.

"When?" Swiftie said.

"You didn't reply," Brazilian Beta said, placing his hand on his shoulder. "Same day I asked Harry's."

Swiftie shrugged. "I must not have heard it because I don't care," he said. "What's your obsession with birthdays anyway, Brazilian Beta?"

"Do I need a reason?" Brazilian Beta said.

"Well, yeah," Swiftie Stan said. "I can't just give you that information without a reason. The Importance of Intent cannot be understated here. It's literally defining the entire nature of this genr-conversation. Sorry..conversation. Freudian Slip for a second there."

Harry nodded in understanding before letting out a sigh. "Look, he's never going to give us a straight answer for why he's obsessed. And time's-a-ticking."

Swiftie Stan frowned in sympathy before bringing Brazilian Beta in for a warm hug "I'll give you a hint, okay?" he said. "Mine is the same day as a historical WWII date-not year, obviously."

"June 6," Harry said immediately.

"Wtf?" said zapt dos in surprise.

Everyone in the near vicinity turned to look at him, including the people walking on the street.

"What do you mean 'wtf'?!" they all said in unison. "That's D-Day!"

"Only the most famous WWII date there is," Harry said.

"I was gonna guess Pearl Harbor lol," zapt dos said, holding up his hands in defense.

Brazilian Beta left Swiftie's arms and turned to look at Harry. "I finally know Swiftie Stan's birthday," he said with a pleased smile. "Now, tell me yours, please, please, please, please, pleeeeasssseeeee!"

Harry looked at zapt dos and Swiftie Stan before shrugging. "Fine, I'll give you a hint as well," he said, steepling his hands in front of him. "Mine is also the same day as a famous historical WWII date."

"Pearl Harbor!" zapt dos said.

"No."

"VE Day," Swiftie Stan guessed.

"Nope."

"Battle of Iwo Jima, Bombing of Hiroshima & Nagasaki, Battle of Midway, Guadalcanal," Brazilian Beta listed off in rapid succession.

Harry shook his head. "You're in the wrong theater," he said. "European, not Pacific."

"Dunkirk?" Swiftie Stan said.

"No."

"Battle of Britain?" zapt dos asked.

"Nope."

"Operation Market Garden or The Battle of Hürtgen Forest?" Brazilian Beta said, frowning.

"Nope."

"Are you sure it's a famous historical WWII date in the European Theater?"

"Yes," Harry said in a flat tone. "It's also the day that FDR sent out the Great White Fleet, the day the Great North Holland Canal opened, and even the date of Boston's most famous Tea Party."

"Ah," Swiftie Stan said, before he pulled out a Kindle and buried his nose in it.

"Ah?" zapt dos asked, staring at Swiftie who was too engrossed in whatever he was reading to hear.

"Just ignore him," Brazilian Beta said, "he's reading up on his Swiftie update of the day."

Swiftie nodded. "I've read the updates on her tumblr, Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook," he said. "But I also have the notifications for her TikTok, LiveJournal, MySpace, and GeoCities."

Everyone nodded in understanding.

"Anyway," Brazilian Beta said, as Swiftie Stan set his Kindle down and positioned himself in between the tables. "I'm out of guesses."

zapt dos leaned back as Swiftie Stan bent forward and began moving side to side, his legs static and stretched wide. "What about, er…" he said, leaning back even further to avoid getting hit. "There's one I've heard of. Probably isn't the one you're referring to, though."

Harry perked up in interest. "No, no," he said. "Let's hear it."

"Er...is it...The Battle of the Bulge?"

Brazilian Beta snorted. "Heh...Bulge...must've been some battle," he said, chuckling lewdly.

"WTF Brazilian Beta!" everyone said at once, pulling out their Lewd Signs and holding them up, including Swiftie Stan who was in the middle of an active groin stretch.

"What?" he said, innocently. "Not like I was the only one thinking it!"

Harry shook his head with a disappointed sigh. "Well, believe it or not, zapt dos is correct."

Several gasps sounded throughout the patio. Swiftie Stan stumbled from his position, letting out a small cry of pain.

"Wait, so...according to my quick Google search," zapt dos said, holding up his Blackberry Playbook, "The Battle of the Bulge took place on December 16th."

Everyone snapped their heads in Harry's direction.

"But...but...but…" Brazilian Beta said, pointing a shaking finger towards Harry, face awash in betrayal.

Harry nodded solemnly.

"But that was yesterday!" Brazilian Beta said.

Swiftie Stan stood up and wiped a small towel on his forehead. "Wow. Taylor is so musically flexible. I never knew how important it was for her to get physically flexible as well. But that's the Queen, for you. Thank goodness I follow her daily blog updates. That active groin stretch was something I didn't even know I was missing!"

Everyone stared at him for a moment before Harry raised his glass of orange ambrosial transcendence. "Here's to active groin stretches."

"Here's to figuring out everyone's birthdays," Brazilian Beta said in exasperation, holding his glass of orange toothsome succulent luscious nectarous nectar.

"Cheers, we'll drink to that!" Harry, Swiftie Stan, and zapt dos said, clinking their glasses together.

x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

A/N:

Firstly, you'll probably notice Harry's birthday in this chapter does not align with canon. We, at SalTal Studios, reserve the right to keep this change or go back to his canon b-day moving forward. Blame Nauze for this.

Secondly, we'd like to thank Petrificus Somewhatus for reminding us of the Importance of Active Groin Stretches as well as Intent.

Thirdly, we'd like to blame Nauze for always needing to know everyone's birthdays for no reason whatsoever. Your knowledge of the famous WWII events is lacking. Wake up, do better, be better.

Fourthly, we'd like to thank Taylor Swift for inspiring Swiftie Stan and being so musically flexible that everyone can find a song they love and share them on their collaborative Spotify playlists.

As Always,

Stay Classy, Euclanites!