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Sorry this chapter took so long for me to finish, I've been working on a few other things as well. Hope everyone is doing okay. Enjoy!
"Happy birthday!" Luna shouted out as she waited for him to blow out the candles. Pansy was grinning at her exuberance. You wouldn't think it was half past midnight with the way their best friend was carrying on. "Now make a wish, and make it a good one!"
"I'm glad you're here," Harry replied as he closed his eyes and blew out the candles.
"What did you wish for? No, don't tell me," Luna grumbled. "That's always so tempting, to want to know what someone's birthday wish is, but then you can't or it won't come true. Ooh! I know, why don't Pansy and I think up some extra wishes that you could enjoy this year? That way, maybe we'll give you some ideas for next year if they aren't what you've already wished."
"I'm pretty happy already," he shrugged. "But feel free."
"You have seemed very content lately," Pansy added. "I guess things have been going pretty well."
"For the most part," Harry agreed. "The ministry still hasn't paid us the rewards, but that just means that I get to turn Sam loose."
"Bureaucracy is the death of any achievement," Luna said. "Einstein said that, and he was known for being rather intelligent. Far be it from me to argue with genius."
"He would have been a little Ravenclaw like you," Harry chuckled. He leaned back on the couch and waited as Dobby served up the pieces of birthday cake. Luna and Pansy were sitting on either side of him; as the birthday boy, the center of attention was reserved for him.
"Speaking of my favorite girl," Pansy smiled as she looked past Harry after starting to eat. "How long are you staying, sweetie?"
"Daddy is busy with the next issue of the Quibbler. I doubt he would have even noticed if I had just left, at least not for the next couple of days. But since I was feeling thoughtful, he is fine with me staying until next weekend. That is, assuming it won't be a problem for either of you."
"We'd love to have you," Pansy grinned. "That will give us plenty of time to do all sorts of things. Other than celebrating with Harry, I don't have anything planned."
"Sounds good to me," Harry nodded before taking another bite. "Did you bring your swimsuit? I've been thinking of going to the beach again soon."
"You just want to see me in my bikini again," Pansy snorted.
"I can't say that I blame him for that," Luna teased in response. "Also, I did pack mine because I was hoping we could go swimming again. That was really fun last time. But we shouldn't spend all our time at the beach. I'd like to see a movie too-"
"Oh, and I've been really wanting to take you out dancing with us some night," Pansy interjected. "That would be a blast."
"I'll have to be careful then," Harry said.
"Because one of us will need to make sure that neither of you have too much to drink."
"I do want to introduce her to the white Russian," Pansy nodded with a smirk. "Good thinking."
"What do you mean?" Luna asked.
"It's an alcoholic drink, and I just know that you'll love it. But we'll have to be careful so that we don't have too much. Harry and I have learned that lesson the hard way before, and trust me, you'll thank us if you don't wake up with a hangover. No matter how much fun the night before might have been."
"I'll rely on your wisdom then."
"Good idea, sweetie," Pansy replied. She turned to look at Harry. "Are you sure you don't want to have any sort of party?"
"We're having a party," Harry argued.
"I meant with more people."
"I'm fine with just us," he shrugged. "Last year was really the only sort of traditional birthday party I've ever had, and it was fun, but it's not something I need to have happen all the time. Besides, just think about everyone we're missing."
"That is a rather depressing thought," Luna added. "Mr. Tonks is gone, Mrs. Tonks, Flora, and Hestia have all left the country. Then we have Hermione who foolishly thought her morals were more important than your friendship. Silly girl."
"I don't blame her," Harry sighed.
"Well, I do," Luna replied. "I think she already regrets not having you around anymore- at least, judging by the face I saw her making at the leaving feast. What about Sirius though?"
"From what I gather, he and Kathryn are still in the honeymoon phase," Harry laughed.
"She hasn't gotten sick of him yet," Pansy giggled. "I think you and Sirius rub off on each other that way."
"How so?" Luna wondered.
"I swear, every time those two have been talking, later on Harry is somehow even more horny. Which doesn't seem like it should be possible, really."
"He's given me a couple of good ideas," Harry said before grinning at Pansy. "Ideas you've enjoyed too, so don't knock it."
"Ooh, you'll have to tell me all about them later," Luna said as she finished her first serving of cake. "We don't want to tease Harry too much on his big day though. Tomorrow, on the other hand, it's open season."
Harry just shook his head and kept eating cake. By now, their girl talk only twinged what was left of his sense of shame. After everything they'd been through together, not to mention a bit of exhibitionism, it wasn't the same.
As long as they weren't broadcasting anything to other people. That would be a different story.
"I assume I'll be bunking with Hedwig tonight while you two celebrate," Luna smiled as Dobby handed her a second piece of cake. "Normally I wouldn't mind, but could you put up a silencing charm before you go to bed? I'm still a bit tired from the recent trip."
"Good. I'll be saying goodnight after this," she pointed down to her plate. "Kudos to you, Dobby, on baking a wonderful birthday cake."
"Thank you, miss Luna," he said before taking a bite as well. Dobby knew that his family was different, but he had to wonder how many elves would be able to eat with their humans like this. It was one of the reasons he took such good care of them- they appreciated it more than most of the nasty wizards and witches he'd had the displeasure of meeting.
Of course, that was in part due to the type of people Lucius Malfoy had interacted with, but Dobby was still much more content now than he'd ever been. As he would have said, 'just like the great master Harry Potter sir' and that was one of the things that had made the summer so much fun for him. Plus, getting to help take care of the new witch miss Gracie for master Harry sir's muggle friends made him even happier. Babies were so wonderfully messy!
As his humans finished eating and went to bed, Dobby put the rest of the cake away in the refrigerator. He was glad of miss Luna's asking for a silencing charm. It would save Dobby the trouble of having to cast his own when his master and soon to be mistress were being so noisy.
Harry awoke the next morning to the patter of rain falling outside. Although, once he checked his watch, he noticed that it was only barely morning. He smiled anyway; the still quietly snoring girl next to him had stayed up late for some rather thorough celebration.
They were being slightly poor hosts though. He kissed Pansy on the forehead and carefully extricated himself from the bed while doing his best not to wake her. He pulled on some shorts and grabbed a shirt as he left to check on Luna.
When he got out into the living room, he found her sitting on the couch, remote in hand, flipping through channels on the telly.
"Good morning, Harry, and happy birthday!"
"Thanks, but you already told me last night."
"You're worth telling it to again," Luna replied as she patted the couch next to her. "I guess you kept Pansy up too late, huh?"
"We kept each other up too late. Don't blame it all on me."
Luna giggled at him and looked back over to the music video that had just come on for Supergrass' Caught by the Fuzz and she turned up the volume a bit. Once the song was finished, she glanced at Harry and said, "I think you would look good with sideburns."
"Thanks, but all questions about my appearance are to be run past Pansy."
"I'll mention it to her." Luna grinned and shook her head for a moment. "You know, it's kind of funny to see how you defer to her about things like this. I guess it will be good practice for keeping the missus happy, as they say."
"I like keeping her happy," Harry shrugged. "Besides, maybe it goes back to living with the Dursleys, but I've never really had much cause to care about what I looked like. Pansy was the first reason I had, so..."
"I wonder what you would have been like if you had been raised by decent people instead of heartless bastards," Luna mused. "Your self-worth would definitely be better, but I suppose that I should just be glad that I love how you turned out anyway. You're a very sweet guy."
"Thanks. So, what are we going to do today?"
"Well, swimming is out unless we plan on traveling somewhere pretty far from here."
"What's stopping us from doing just that?" Harry asked. "I learned to apparate for a reason, you know."
"Do you know of any good beaches then? Or at least, one that we could reach easily enough?"
"I know of one really, really great beach," Harry responded with a grin. "Have you ever been to France?"
"Oui," Luna replied before scrunching her face up in thought. "Not in a few years, so my French may be rusty, but language charms are a wonderful thing. Did you know I've learned nine different languages that way?"
"I guess I shouldn't be surprised, what with all the traveling your dad does."
"Yep," Luna smiled. "I learned Swedish the old fashioned way- my maternal grandmother."
"Ah," Harry nodded. "Well, you're far ahead of me then. But, with us all speaking the french tongue, I know just the place to go."
"Now we just need to wake up Pansy." Luna got a far off look in her eyes for a moment. "Do you mind if I have the honors?"
"Be right back." Luna hopped up from the couch and scurried into the other room. There were a few quiet moments before he heard the giggling start. Harry wondered only for a moment about how she might have chosen to wake up Pansy. When she yawned while walking into the living room with a hastily thrown on bathrobe, he realized that a day of lounging would be a good idea after last night's enthusiasm. He wasn't feeling too energetic either.
"I need a shower before we go anywhere," Pansy said as Dobby appeared and gave her a cup of coffee. "Thanks, Dobby."
"Miss Pansy is most welcome."
"I already had one, so the only question is whether Harry is going to share one with you," Luna said with a grin. "I vote for yes."
"Thanks, Luna. I vote yes too."
"Ah, so this is when you two decide to team up against me," Pansy snorted. "I guess it is your birthday."
"Exactly," Luna nodded. "We need to keep the birthday boy happy. Especially since he's taking us to the beach later."
"Which beach?" Pansy asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Nice is one of my favorite places," Harry replied.
"And how are we going to get there?"
"I figured I would apparate us," he shrugged.
"You do realize that it's like eight hundred miles away," Pansy said.
"Is that supposed to matter?" Harry wondered. "I mean, I've done up to three hundred miles before, and regular people go from Hogwarts to London all the time. If I'm supposedly a powerful wizard, shouldn't I be able to travel further than that? Is there even a limit?"
"You really don't know much about apparating, do you?" Luna asked.
"Considering I learned it from Dobby, I'm going with no. Or at least, not whatever wizards might teach."
"Then... you know, I think we should just see what you're capable of," Luna replied with a thoughtful look. "This could be a breakthrough for magical research."
"What do you mean?" Pansy asked.
"I mean that if Harry isn't told what the limits are, he might not instinctively restrict himself. Maybe he can do more that way, and maybe others could as well."
"So, we're going to hope that Harry can just do whatever he wants and pray that we all don't get splinched somewhere over France?" Pansy said with a frown.
"Sounds good to me," Luna grinned.
"Sure, why not?" Harry added.
"It's too early for this," Pansy moaned while rubbing her face. "Dobby, will you come with us and make sure that Harry doesn't screw something up?"
"Of course, miss."
"Okay." She took another swig of her coffee and set down the empty cup. "Shower time then." At Harry's hopeful grin, she rolled her eyes but held out her hand. "Come on, you insatiable lust monster."
"Be careful not to slip in the water," Luna chimed in as they headed for the bathroom.
Somehow Pansy was able to talk them into a slightly less dangerous plan. Harry first apparated them to her mother's grave once again. While it too was in France, it was much closer than the Mediterranean coast, and Luna wanted to pay her respects, thanking Dahlia for helping to bring her best friend into the world. Harry watched the girls with a smile and when they were finished he took a moment to focus before transporting the three of them from there straight to Nice.
It was a warm sunny day, which was such a nice change compared to the drizzly grey they'd left behind in England. What made it even nicer for Harry was watching the girls remove the sundresses covering their swimsuits when they arrived at the beach.
He had really tried not to notice Luna that way in the past, but after she had kissed them both for her birthday, he had put away most of his 'big brother' feelings towards her. It was hard not to after seeing how hot it was when she snogged Pansy into astonishment.
Now, he could see the differences between the two bikini clad girls and he wondered for a moment which one other people would find more attractive. Pansy's feelings about how everyone loved leggy blondes were well known to him, and he had to admit that Luna was taller, and therefore leggier, than his girlfriend, but Harry thought Pansy's legs were exquisite, so maybe length wasn't everything. At the same time, Luna also had somewhat larger breasts- they weren't huge by any means, but she did have his petite girlfriend beat, which she had grumbled to him about as well on one occasion.
Regardless of those things, Harry honestly found Pansy to be incredibly sexy, much more so than Luna. He wasn't sure if it was a matter of tastes or personality or what, but no one had ever turned him on like Pansy. Not even when she had polyjuiced herself into Fleur.
He must have been staring a bit too much as the girls were giggling at him once Harry realized they were talking to him.
"You like what you see, Harry?" Luna grinned.
"It is his birthday, so I suppose he should get some enjoyment," Pansy teased.
"Well, if you insist," Harry smiled in response. "You two could always snog again, if you really felt like it."
Pansy snorted and rolled her eyes. "We are not going to put on a little show for you, especially not in public."
"Awww," Luna whined and Harry nodded in agreement with her.
"However," Pansy said as she pulled a bottle of sunscreen out of the beach bag she'd brought with them, "I do need to be properly protected from a sunburn. So, get to work Harry, and maybe I'll reward you later."
"Oh, so I get the show then," Luna said with a smile. "I like your birthday more already Harry."
"I am surrounded by perverts," Pansy scoffed even as she sat down in front of Harry and pulled her hair up into a simple little bun on the top of her head. She let out a little pleased moan when he kissed the back of her neck before starting to slather her shoulders with sunscreen. "I will allow it though since this tends to make me feel so good."
"Lucky you," Luna replied. "I suppose I'll have to do myself again. Poor, sad, lonely, little Luna."
Harry had never seen her stick her bottom lip out so far or somehow make her eyes so big with fake tears. Pansy started to giggle. "I'll tell you what, sweetie. Harry and I will help you out once he's done with me."
"Really?" her eyes got big and bright.
"I think I love the beach," Luna sighed happily.
"Now you see how I feel," Harry chuckled.
"Be careful, Harry," Luna said as he finished with Pansy's arms. "We want to make very sure that Pansy's breasts don't get sunburned. That would be a terrible tragedy. Be sure that they get a good coat."
"I saw that," Pansy said with a smirk.
"You licked your lips."
"So did Harry."
"I thought she was talking about me, actually," he said. "I think it's like an automatic response at this point for me."
"I don't think I've really made it a secret that I find you appealing," Luna shrugged. "It's just too bad that you didn't want to go to a nude beach. That would be an even better show."
"I don't want a bunch of gross jerks staring at my wife," Harry said.
"She's not your wife yet," Luna replied.
"Close enough," he shrugged. "I don't think I'd want to see some guy perving off on you either."
"That's sweet, but you know, it would have been a lot of fun for Pansy and me to have to rub some sunscreen on that bum of yours too. Couldn't have it getting burnt either."
"Hmm... interesting," Luna said.
"What?" Pansy asked.
"I'm starting to really see just how far some of Harry's issues go."
"Yes, you really don't have a proper amount of self-worth. What makes that even more fascinating is that you are confident about a lot of other things. However, you really don't seem cognizant of how attractive you are. It's an odd conundrum. Your ability to throw yourself into dangerous situations and shrug off most types of pain and suffering are similar; those things suggest how little value you see in yourself. It's almost like your self-esteem is bipolar."
"I don't know," Harry shrugged. 'I'm not the most analytical person. I guess I probably do have some stuff deep down from the pre-Pansy years that hasn't gone away."
"We'll work on making you better, Harry," Luna said. "Pansy's already done a lot of good, I think, and you've both got me to keep you healthy and sane."
"That's why you're our girl," Pansy grinned.
"Yes, I am."
"Let me get up," Harry said, now moving around to do Pansy's legs. He turned to smile at Luna. "I really like this part."
"You've told me a time or two," she smiled back at him. "Not that I blame you."
Pansy pulled out a pair of sunglasses and lay back, stretching out and relaxing. "This is one of the best parts of summer. It sort of makes me not want to go back to Hogwarts."
"We could always get started on our honeymoon early," Harry suggested.
"That sounds like fun," Luna said. "Unfortunately, I've got the OWLs this year. You'll have to write me if you do decide to shag your way around the world. With lots of details, preferably."
"I'm not sure if I want to write out all of our sexual escapades," Pansy sighed as Harry kept rubbing her legs. His hands always felt so damn good.
"Don't look at me," Harry added. "I'll be much more interested in having more of those escapades than trying to describe them."
"Boo," Luna moaned. "I'll just have to make up my own fantasies then. Have either of you ever heard of mud wrestling?"
"That sounds messy," Pansy said.
"I think oil wresting might be more fun," Harry suggested. "You'd still get all sticky but you wouldn't be covered in anything that kept me from seeing the good stuff."
"What do you mean you? I'm imagining all three of us like that," Luna said with her mouth wide open and her eyes staring into the distance. "Do you think it could be flavored? Then we could lick each other clean."
"Settle down, sweetie," Pansy giggled. "We're not leaving the beach any time soon, and you're both going to feel frustrated if you keep going."
"Yeah, um..." Harry looked around and cast the notice-me-not charm so that he could adjust his erection, then canceled the spell. "Let's talk about something else."
"Oh, fine, if we must," Luna sighed. "So, what do you two plan on doing for the rest of this summer? Anything special other than hanging out with me?"
"I suppose I might get around to stopping Riddle one of these days," Harry shrugged.
"Really?" Luna asked.
"Well, I had Hedwig take a letter to Sam last night, so he's going to start harassing the ministry into coughing up the reward money. With all the 'Chosen One' hubbub still going strong in the paper, and I assume the public as well, he's also going to make sure they don't try to screw me over on dealing with old Tom himself. If that bozo Fudge hadn't been thrown out on his arse, I wouldn't have been surprised if some idiot tried to arrest me for stopping a Dark Lord. Call me a cynic if you will."
"You're a cynic," Luna giggled. "Completely understandable though."
"I still think they should arrest Fudge for treason," Pansy growled. "His refusal to even allow any sort of investigation could have doomed us all. If not for Harry and Moody, we'd all be pretty much doomed."
"That reminds me, I'm going to need to get in touch with Alastor fairly soon," Harry said.
"Why?" Luna asked.
"That's a very long and complicated story," he shook his head. "We'll save it for another time. There's a cute part though that I know you'll like."
"Okay." Luna watched as Harry finished up with Pansy's feet. "Goodie, my turn!"
For the next ten minutes, the three of them received more than a few stares and whispers as Luna moaned indecently while Harry and Pansy covered her in sunscreen. While his girlfriend was giggling, Harry just tried to make sure that Luna wouldn't get a sunburn and that he wouldn't get even more aroused. It would be hard to fault him though as he watched Luna become practically orgasmic as Pansy worked on her legs.
Once the show was over, they all sat back in lounge chairs with Pansy in the middle. She sighed happily. "I love this place."
"Me too," Harry chuckled.
"So, did you pick this beach in particular for any reason?" Luna asked.
"I did, actually," Harry admitted.
"A couple of reasons. First, there are a number of beautiful beaches here, but several of them are rocky, which isn't the best thing if you want to enjoy swimming in the sea. Secondly, I have fond memories of the last time we came here."
"I bet," Pansy smirked.
"And?" Luna prodded for more.
"We may have ended our vacation here by christening the beach. Right over there," Harry pointed closer to the shore and off to their left.
"How was it?"
"Wonderful, even if we did have to get up really early."
"Harry wanted to do it at sunrise," Pansy snorted. "Never let it be said that girls are the only ones who are romantics."
"I would have picked sunset, but I didn't know of any way to get rid of the crowd."
"That could be problematic," Luna nodded with a thoughtful expression. "Notice-me-not charms can only do so much. What about the sand though? I would think that would get everywhere." Luna shivered with disgust. "I don't think that would feel very good."
"We took a large beach towel," Pansy explained. "That was enough to keep the most important parts sand free, but we still went directly back to the shower and thoroughly rinsed off afterwards."
"I see. I think I'd like to try that someday." Luna looked around at the people. "Maybe not here though. I'd prefer somewhere a little more private."
"Really?" Harry looked surprised. "I'd think you'd be up for the exhibitionism."
"It would depend on who I was with and what we were doing." She smiled at each of them in turn, and Harry tried not to notice Pansy's blush.
"Besides, I like being a voyeur more than the idea of being the one putting on a show. You two might have something to do with that."
"Glad to help, sweetie," Pansy teased.
"Much appreciated," Luna replied. "So, are we going to sit around talking about sex all day, or are we actually going to get in the water?"
"What do you think, Harry?"
He turned to his girlfriend and looked her over, not even trying to be discreet about it. "I wouldn't mind sitting here for a while. The view is perfect."
She rolled her eyes at him. "I don't think he's going to be very helpful, Luna."
"Hey, I'm on vacation," he protested.
"Well, I'd like to soak up some sun before we cool off in the sea," Pansy suggested.
"Sounds good to me," Luna added. She stretched out her legs and lay back with a grin. "And Harry's right, you know? The view is quite wonderful."
"You're teaming up with him?"
"It's his birthday," Luna responded. "That means that I'll be extra nice to him today. Plus, you're yummy and you know it."
"I couldn't agree more," Harry said. "I just hope we don't run into the Delacours today."
"They don't live too far from here," Pansy explained. "And we first saw them, although we didn't know who they were at the time, here in Nice a couple of years ago. Plus, Harry's afraid of Gabrielle."
"I'm afraid of her propositioning me," Harry clarified. "Other than that, I like her. But I don't see the need for a little French mistress, nor do I see what she thinks is so 'romantic' about that whole idea. And I really don't need all of that from an eleven year old."
"She is very precocious," Pansy laughed. "Plus, Veela grow up quickly, so you'd better watch out for her. She's already started a growth spurt; she was almost as tall as me last time we saw her." She turned to Luna with a giddy smile. "Gabrielle has loudly proclaimed that once she's old enough, Harry will be the one who 'makes her a woman.' She said this in front of both of her parents and her big sister, mind you, and it was hilarious. She claims that he's too much man for any one woman to handle. I would almost take offense to that, but I just can't get enough of how funny she is. The way Harry doesn't know how to react around her makes me laugh too."
"I think I'd like to get to know her," Luna replied.
"We could all tease Harry until he turns blue in the face," Pansy suggested as he groaned.
"Not today though," Luna shook her head. "Birthday boys don't get teased like that."
"Hallelujah," Harry sighed.
"But birthday boys do get teased by their girlfriends just enough to get them all riled up for a good shagging later," Luna added. "We can do a late dinner afterwards, and I happen to know a wonderful little bistro in Paris that makes absolutely delicious flan."
"Tell me when you're ready to go get wet," Luna said to Pansy. "We'll race to the water."
"Just the two of us?"
"Harry gets to watch," Luna grinned.
"Sometimes, it's good to be me."
Luna was still with them a few days later when they were sitting down to a reasonably early breakfast and Hedwig flee in with the day's paper.
"Looks like Tom decided to remind people what an arsehole he is," Harry sighed as he looked at the headline story proclaiming that one had died in an overnight raid on several shops stretched across both Diagon and Knockturn Alley. He skimmed the story.
"Who died?" Pansy asked.
"Mr. Burke from Borgin and Burke's."
"Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy," Pansy scoffed. "He was a business associate of my father."
"Good riddance then," Harry agreed. "That's one of the things I never really got about the Death Eaters. Riddle is known for torturing and occasionally even killing his own followers. Who would want to sign up for something like that?"
"Most people are stupid sheep," Pansy reminded him.
"Let's not be so grumpy at the breakfast table," Luna said. "This is why I don't believe in reading that rubbish. Daddy's work tends to be uplifting, or at least hopeful. Did I tell you that we're doing another story on Atlantis next month?"
"Well, we're going down to Gibraltar in a couple of weeks." Luna got an excited look. "You know, the Straight of Gibraltar is supposedly the Pillars of Hercules, beyond which is where Atlantis lies. That's why it's now known as the Atlantic Ocean. But anyway, we're going there to do a few new studies on the area, take some magical scans for hints of anything really old and maybe even do a dive or two. We can do more than muggles in that way. Even with scuba gear, gillyweed and a couple of charms allow us to go even deeper and stay down there longer without worries. It's going to be so much fun!"
"I'm glad you're looking forward to it," Harry chuckled.
Pansy had taken over flipping through the Daily Prophet. "You know what's even worse about this? We're going to get another round of idiots writing to you now."
"I know," he sighed.
"What do you mean?" Luna asked.
"Postmaster Dobby has arrived!" the elf gleefully announced with an overflowing bag slung over one shoulder.
"That's what I mean," Harry said with a wave. "Just put them in the box, Dobby. I might look through them later."
"Ever since the big story with Harry's front page miracle, he's had a barrage of morons writing to their Chosen One," Pansy grumbled. "Some of them are particularly galling. The short version is that it seems most of the country is convinced that Harry will once again save them all from the big bad Dark Lord that they're too afraid of even using his made up nickname for himself, let alone picking up their damn wands and fighting back against the Death Eaters. Useless fucking bastards."
"To be fair, there aren't many Death Eaters left for them to fight back against," Harry shrugged.
"It's the principle of the thing," Pansy scowled.
"Alright, alright, none of that now," Luna interjected. "I'll ask Harry to climb under the table to put a smile back on your face if need be."
"I'll do it too," Harry agreed.
"Fine," Pansy sighed. "What are we going to do today then?"
"We could go see a movie," Luna suggested.
"What about dancing?" Harry asked.
"Good idea, Harry," Pansy grinned at Luna. "I've been wanting to take you out to a club with us for quite some time now."
"You'll have to teach me how first."
"That won't be any problem," Pansy smirked. "Besides, I can use Harry as my lovely assistant."
"Cool," Harry chuckled. "I've never been the lovely assistant before."
"Why don't you start by getting the stereo ready? Get Substance by New Order out too."
"As you wish."
He got up and began carrying out his tasks. Luna giggled as Pansy flushed for just a second. "If you ever tell a guy you really like something, be warned that he might just use that to torment you for years to come."
"I can't really see you as Buttercup," Luna replied. "But I am all in favor of getting Harry dressed up as the Dread Pirate Roberts."
"Maybe some other time."
"Just be sure to let me see when he's all gussied up."
Pansy moved past her teasing as well, determined to get the day off to a good start.
"Okay, so we'll do a crash course in dancing this morning, have a light lunch, then go see a movie." She was taking charge now, and Harry and Luna shared a smile as Pansy planned out the rest of their day. His friend was about to discover that her outfit for that night was going to be something that Pansy would carefully select as well. "Then, we'll stop for a meal, come back here to get changed and then we'll go out for the night. Harry, I've got an important job for you tonight- make sure none of us drinks too much. Especially our girl."
"I can do that."
"Good. Now sweetie, finish eating and we'll go look through your clothes."
"I like it when you do that," Luna's words were starting to slur. She giggled, practically draped over Harry's shoulders when they made it home late that night. "You know, it feels reeeeeally good. Like you're squeezing me in a great big hug."
"Harry's good at that," Pansy laughed. "And other things too."
"Okay, for the record, I tried," he said. He would have thrown up his arms in defeat, but that would have left Luna to collapse onto the floor. "Neither of you were listening when I said to stop drinking."
"We were fun having!" Luna persisted.
"Yeah, what she said."
"Oh, but now we can have different funsies," Luna added. She pressed herself up against Harry's side. "I might be needing some help getting out of these clothes and getting to bed."
"I bet Harry could help you with that too," Pansy giggled. "Those are some of the other things he's good at."
"I know; you've told me all about them," the blonde replied. "But you have to come too. Get it? Come too!"
Harry scooped the blonde up into his arms. "Luna, whenever that sort of thing might happen, let's hope that you aren't drunk for one thing. You deserve to actually remember something like that, you know? For another, I will be casting a sobering charm before I put you to bed."
"Oh, poo! That's no fun."
"You'll thank me in the morning."
"He's got a point, sweetie. I don't want you to feel yucky when you wake up."
"But what about all the ravishing?"
"You'll just have to dream about it tonight," Pansy replied as Luna continued to pout even as she turned back the covers.
"What about getting me out of these clothes?" Luna grinned up at them as Harry sat her down.
"Of course, master!" With a snap of his fingers, Luna's outfit was switched with a set of pyjamas.
"House-elves are meanies," Luna murmured as she closed her eyes and rubbed her face against her pillow, rolling onto her side. "Remind me to tell you about the pirates."
"I promise," Pansy said sweetly as she tucked her in, kissing Luna on the forehead. "Goodnight."
Harry flipped off the light as they exited the guest bedroom. "What was that about pirates?"
"I have no idea."
Pansy sighed. "What are we going to do about her?"
"Hope that she doesn't need to puke in the middle of the night?" Harry suggested.
"Oh no, we should-"
"Don't worry," he interrupted. "Remember that alarm spell you taught me for when Sirius was injured? The one parents use for their small children? I already cast it while you were getting her settled."
In the end, they lucked out as Luna slept through the night. The next day, however...
"My tummy doesn't feel good," she moaned as she groggily crept out of her bed room.
"Don't worry, we were anticipating that," Pansy answered as she helped her friend over to the table for breakfast. "Drink this first- slowly."
"Thanks," Luna sighed as she closed her eyes and put her head in her hands.
"Next comes some toast, water, and a couple of pills for your headache."
"Not a potion?" Luna asked.
"The potion would work faster, but it tastes awful," Pansy explained. "It's better not to risk it when you feel nauseous."
"Okay." Luna peeked open one eye and looked around the room. "Where's Harry?"
"I'm letting him sleep in. After last night, he could use the extra rest."
"I'm glad one of us ended the night having fun," Luna grumbled. "Next time, I'll have to remember that there really is such a thing as too many White Russians."
"Yeah, that's the one thing about alcohol- learning your limits usually means you have to suffer a bit."
"That's no fun."
"I know. Believe me, the first time Harry and I had hangovers was awful."
"Did someone say my name?" he yawned as he stumbled into the living room and sat down on the couch. "No puking?"
"Not yet," Pansy replied.
"That's good," he nodded. "Dobby isn't making his usual big breakfast?"
"I asked him to go easy in case of a sick little Luna."
"Hey! I'm not little any more," she argued.
"It's meant as a term of affection." Pansy set a plate in front of her. "Try a little toast and see how you feel then."
A rustle of feathers announced the arrival of Hedwig with the day's paper. She glared around the room at the lack of bacon, barked angrily and flew off to sleep.
"She's mad at you," Pansy said.
"She'll get over it, I hope." Harry rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and started to skim the Daily Prophet. "Doesn't look like anything important today. That's a relief. I think we all deserve a nice calm day."
"Sounds good to me," Luna murmured, leaning her head against Pansy's shoulder.
Dobby arrived with a pop in the little cap he'd made specifically for his job as the postman. "Dobby has some of the usual for master Harry but also important letters. It's good news, Dobby thinks!"
"Let me see what you've got," Harry said, accepting three letters that included a matching set written to he and Pansy. "I think we might have gotten our OWL results."
"Really?" she sat up straight and Luna grumbled at being jostled. "Let's see how we did then!"
Harry chuckled and looked at Luna. "Remember the argument about whether Hermione or I would make a better Hufflepuff? Well, for the record, Pansy would easily make a better Ravenclaw than me."
"Tease all you want," Pansy replied. "One of us has to be brilliant, and if you're going to be too lazy to do it, then I'll have to pick up the slack, just to try to keep you out of trouble if nothing else." She looked at the letter and tore it open, her eyes speeding over the parchment before looking up with a triumphant gleam in her eyes. "Well, open yours! I want to know how you did."
"Alright," Harry shrugged. He started reading, noticing a second note after the list of the exams. Harry paused after a moment, seeing the curious expressions on both girls' faces. "Not bad over all. I passed nine out of eleven."
"Why must you always be like this?" Luna said with a glare, snatching it out of his hands. "We wanted details, you bozo!"
She read quickly as Pansy was clearly waiting. "Harry did better than I expected, considering how much we had to nag at him to study at all."
"Yes mum," he muttered, as Luna playfully slapped him on the shoulder.
"I'll start with the best," Luna continued. "Three Outstandings- in Defense, Charms, and Runes. Harry Exceeded Expectations in Care of Magical Creatures, Muggle Studies, Potions, and Transfiguration. He got Acceptables in Arithmancy and Herbology. Unfortunately, he only scored a Poor in Astronomy-"
"To be fair, most nights in that class, I was thinking about doing other things much more fun than looking at little dots of light through a telescope," he interjected.
"I'll bet," Luna scoffed. "I can't really fault your thinking there, but we all know you could have done better, so don't even bother arguing. Last, and definitely least, is his History of Magic grade... which was a Troll."
"Seriously, Harry?" Pansy rolled her eyes.
"I consider it a protest against how completely fucking useless that class is for any purposes other than nap time," Harry grinned unrepentantly.
"Okay, enough about him. How did you do?" Luna asked Pansy.
"For the record, this is proof that I'm the smart one in this relationship," Pansy teased. "I passed all eleven OWLs. Four Outstandings- Charms, Defense, Potions, and Transfiguration. I got Exceeded Expectations in Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures, and Runes. Acceptables in the others."
"You win!" Luna clapped.
"I knew you would," Harry added with a kiss to her cheek, ignoring Pansy's smirk. "You know this means we'll have to figure out what we're going to keep taking for the next couple of years."
"Charms, Defense, Potions, Runes, and Transfiguration," Pansy quickly listed off. "I'll be nice and let you get away with officially cutting our classes in half."
"Yay!" Harry laughed.
"You had already decided?" Luna asked.
"Yes, I was just waiting to make sure we'd done well enough on the tests. Arithmancy was the only maybe, but I don't think I really enjoy the class enough, and Harry probably doesn't want to keep going either."
"Not really," he admitted.
"But what about Magical Creatures?"
"Hagrid never forgave Harry for killing the dragon, so he was... well, not really mean about it, but-"
"I went from his favorite student to someone that he could barely look in the eye without frowning," Harry finished her statement. "It made the class a lot less fun. Plus, after the fiasco of those blast-ended skrewts in fourth year, I really don't want to see what he might come up with in the future."
"Oh," Luna frowned. "Well, I'm planning on taking it all through my NEWTs."
"We'll trust you to be the expert on it for the future then," Pansy said with a smile.
"I can do that. Oh, but I forgot about Harry's note!"
"What note?" Pansy asked.
"Our wonderful Chosen One got a special little note from Griselda Marchbanks," Luna giggled. "She might be his oldest fan. Apparently, Harry got the highest score in Runes since Percy Weasley four years ago, not to mention the highest grade in Defense in twenty years. She encourages him to continue his studies in both subjects, as he has the potential to achieve a mastery in either- or both. There's some more in there about how he 'has the chance to not only live up to but surpass his legend as the boy-who-lived' in the future. She expects great things from our Harry."
"No pressure," Harry snorted.
"It's no wonder why you're tired of all the expectations from our society," Luna sighed. "I'm sorry, Harry."
"Thanks, sweetie." He opened the second letter and started to smile as he read. "Want some even better news?"
"What?" Pansy asked.
"We are no longer rich." Harry laughed before he continued. "We are now filthy stinking rich!"
"Huh?" Luna asked.
"The rewards from the ministry finally came in for all the Death Eaters," he explained. "I'll have to set aside Parvati's share of course. I'd write to her about this, but I don't think I want to wear Hedwig out by making her fly halfway across the world. I guess I'll wait until she's supposed to be back."
"You might want to be a bit circumspect about what you write," Luna suggested. "You are wanting to keep this from her parents, correct?"
"Yeah, good idea," Harry nodded.
"Now we won't have to worry about wasting away a fortune on our honeymoon," Pansy said. "We should start thinking about where we'll want to go. I'd like to go to Africa, for one. I want to see elephants in the wild."
"That was one of the places I already had in mind," Harry replied.
As he set the papers aside and took a drink of tea, Harry sighed. "I guess this means I need to get in contact with Sam about setting up a meeting with Madam Bones."
"I figure I'll have to deal with Riddle one of these days, but I want to make sure the idiots in the ministry don't try to give me any hassle about it," he explained. "The three month long hold up on the reward money hasn't impressed me with anything other than reinforcing my distrust of them."
"It's probably no surprise that they finally got their acts together shortly after Bones replaced Fudge," Pansy said. "She's bound to be less useless than he was."
"A drunk hobo would have been better than Fudge," Luna added.
"So Harry, you're going to save the world from the Dark Lord again?" Luna asked.
"Might as well," he shrugged. "I wouldn't want him to bother you or Pansy."
"Now that is a good reason to be a hero- keeping your girlfriend happy," Luna giggled.