The 23rd of December was usually the evening where all of them gathered together at the Leaky to kick off Christmas celebrations. All of their mates from school along with partners and spouses was enough to fill the pub. Dean Martin's muggle Christmas playlist was always a hit, with the likes of Sting and Mariah Carey drawing witches and wizards to their makeshift dance floor.
The lot of them, Harry, Hermione, Neville, Hannah, Ron, Angelina and George sat around a table waiting for Luna to arrive with their next round of Holiday Cheer in the form of firewhiskey.
The more she drank, the more Hermione felt it increasingly harder to get her hands off Harry.
They'd fucked all of yesterday, all over the house to the point she thought her legs might fail her. Tonight she wore French lingerie of a light blue color underneath her black turtleneck dress, a pair of jade earrings dangling from her ears, her curls piled into a messy knot on her head, pretty curls crowning her face.
She wanted it to be kept under wraps for now, mainly because Harry's split from Ginny was still too recent and none of them knew if the redhead would be making an appearance.
Harry was well over tipsy by now, passing around photographs of their Daisy and Leon for the others to see and swoon over, ever the pet lover. His eyes looked on to the pictures as people looked at them with the fondness of a proud father.
Perhaps it was this that she loved the most of Harry. How genuinely and wholeheartedly he loved.
Ron nudged her with his elbow, motioning towards the photographs.
"Playing house, are we now, Hermione?" His eyes and voice were all tease as Luna snuggled on the other side of him and chuckled, paying attention to their exchange. "One can't help but feel respect for just how speedy things went."
Hermione blushed furiously, unable to hold in a nervous laugh.
"You have sex written all over you Granger. I know the look on you, we've done it before."
Luna slapped Ron's arm, laughing hard likely due to the copious amounts of alcohol.
"Yeah, a million years ago for like ten seconds, Ronald." Hermione retorted to what he raised a shot of firewhiskey.
"Thank Merlin for the gift of experience, though," He said, turning to wrap an arm around Luna and kiss her on the forehead.
"Don't worry, Hermione," Luna added, "We won't tell a soul." She winked at Hermione then, her clear blue eyes full of humor.
They walked to the apparation point hand in hand, horribly drunk and singing Sir Paul McCartney's Wonderful Christmastime like a couple of barmy lunatics, getting most lines wrong.