Happy Birthday Neville Longbottom!
Woe is me! I’ve been poorly sick the past couple of days and I didn't think I'd be able to write anything but its Neville’s birthday so on with the useless presents!
Title: Knickers
Author: suntzu_s
Rating:PG-13
Pairing(s): Neville/Harry
Summary: Luna needs help from her friends.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Harry Potter universe - all recognisable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work
Warning(s): Daftness
Word Count: 490 odd..It was supposed to be a drabble! Ooops!
Author's Notes: Happy Birthday Neville Longbottom! And Happy Early Birthday to me Harry Potter!
“Harry, Neville. Thank you for seeing me at such short notice, and I know it’s really early but-”
“Luna, don’t talk daft, you’re our friend, of course we’d see you,” interjected Neville. “Now what can we do to help?”
Luna smiled widely and clapped her hands together. “Excellent! I hoped you could help.”
Harry nodded encouragingly before slinging an arm around Neville’s shoulders.
“Knickers,” exclaimed Luna. “I need some knickers!”
Neville blushed whilst Harry looked puzzled.
“Erm, Luna, you do realise we are male and we don’t wear knickers,” answered a perplexed Harry Potter.
Luna shook her head slowly. “Don’t be silly Harry, of course you’re male, you’re far too flat-chested and you don’t have child-bearing hips and-”
Neville bit back a grin. “We get the point but I don’t think we can help you, I’m afraid.”
“Oh,” Luna replied disappointedly. “Are you sure?”
“I think I’d know if Neville had a draw full of lacy, frilly things,” answered Harry. “I do the washing,” he deadpanned.
“But it’s the last week of July,” countered Luna. “And the new orders haven’t arrived yet.”
Neville scratched his head. “Eh?”
“At Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions,” explained Luna.
Neville nodded his head slowly then looked at Harry. “Harry?”
Harry stared at Neville. “Oh right,” then mentally shook himself. “Actually, I don’t have a clue. Luna?”
Luna shook her head slowly. “I was hoping I could have some of your birthday knickers. I’m off to Botswana today.”
“Are you?” asked Neville.
“Yes.”
“But Luna, what’s that got to do with knickers and us?”
“Oh Harry,” Luna patted Harry’s hand. “Everybody knows that it’s quite impossible to buy knickers the last week of July.”
“Is it?” asked Neville, somewhat surprised.
“Yes. Young witches like to buy them-”
“Well, that’s understandable,” interjected a slightly embarrassed Harry. “Girls like that kind of thing.”
“Excellent!” exclaimed Luna. “Then you won’t mind me borrowing them!”
“Erm Luna?”
Luna looked at Neville then at Harry. “You do look at your birthday owls, don’t you?”
Neville loosen his collar and Harry shuffled his feet.
“We look at the important ones,” answered Harry.
“Yeah, we look at the ones from our friends. The rest go to Harry’s secretary.”
“Oh, well, that explains things,” remarked Luna.
“It does?” asked Harry.
“Yes,” nodded Luna.
“Erm, would you like to explain things to us?” asked Neville.
“Oh it’s quite simple and common knowledge. Young witches, though I suspect old witches too, send you knickers for your birthdays. I was hoping you wouldn’t mind me-”
“Borrowing them?” answered Harry.
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Well, if you are sure we get them?”
Luna nodded expectantly.
“Then I guess you should go see Harry’s secretary.” Neville looked at Harry. “Right, Harry?”
“Oh right, yes. You should do that, Luna. I’ll floo Nancy to let her know, you’re to be expected.”
“Oh thank you! I knew I could rely upon you two!” exclaimed Luna before hugging them both. “And don’t worry; I won’t take the dirty ones!”
Title: Knickers
Author: suntzu_s
Rating:PG-13
Pairing(s): Neville/Harry
Summary: Luna needs help from her friends.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Harry Potter universe - all recognisable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work
Warning(s): Daftness
Word Count: 490 odd..It was supposed to be a drabble! Ooops!
Author's Notes: Happy Birthday Neville Longbottom! And Happy Early Birthday to me Harry Potter!
“Harry, Neville. Thank you for seeing me at such short notice, and I know it’s really early but-”
“Luna, don’t talk daft, you’re our friend, of course we’d see you,” interjected Neville. “Now what can we do to help?”
Luna smiled widely and clapped her hands together. “Excellent! I hoped you could help.”
Harry nodded encouragingly before slinging an arm around Neville’s shoulders.
“Knickers,” exclaimed Luna. “I need some knickers!”
Neville blushed whilst Harry looked puzzled.
“Erm, Luna, you do realise we are male and we don’t wear knickers,” answered a perplexed Harry Potter.
Luna shook her head slowly. “Don’t be silly Harry, of course you’re male, you’re far too flat-chested and you don’t have child-bearing hips and-”
Neville bit back a grin. “We get the point but I don’t think we can help you, I’m afraid.”
“Oh,” Luna replied disappointedly. “Are you sure?”
“I think I’d know if Neville had a draw full of lacy, frilly things,” answered Harry. “I do the washing,” he deadpanned.
“But it’s the last week of July,” countered Luna. “And the new orders haven’t arrived yet.”
Neville scratched his head. “Eh?”
“At Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions,” explained Luna.
Neville nodded his head slowly then looked at Harry. “Harry?”
Harry stared at Neville. “Oh right,” then mentally shook himself. “Actually, I don’t have a clue. Luna?”
Luna shook her head slowly. “I was hoping I could have some of your birthday knickers. I’m off to Botswana today.”
“Are you?” asked Neville.
“Yes.”
“But Luna, what’s that got to do with knickers and us?”
“Oh Harry,” Luna patted Harry’s hand. “Everybody knows that it’s quite impossible to buy knickers the last week of July.”
“Is it?” asked Neville, somewhat surprised.
“Yes. Young witches like to buy them-”
“Well, that’s understandable,” interjected a slightly embarrassed Harry. “Girls like that kind of thing.”
“Excellent!” exclaimed Luna. “Then you won’t mind me borrowing them!”
“Erm Luna?”
Luna looked at Neville then at Harry. “You do look at your birthday owls, don’t you?”
Neville loosen his collar and Harry shuffled his feet.
“We look at the important ones,” answered Harry.
“Yeah, we look at the ones from our friends. The rest go to Harry’s secretary.”
“Oh, well, that explains things,” remarked Luna.
“It does?” asked Harry.
“Yes,” nodded Luna.
“Erm, would you like to explain things to us?” asked Neville.
“Oh it’s quite simple and common knowledge. Young witches, though I suspect old witches too, send you knickers for your birthdays. I was hoping you wouldn’t mind me-”
“Borrowing them?” answered Harry.
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Well, if you are sure we get them?”
Luna nodded expectantly.
“Then I guess you should go see Harry’s secretary.” Neville looked at Harry. “Right, Harry?”
“Oh right, yes. You should do that, Luna. I’ll floo Nancy to let her know, you’re to be expected.”
“Oh thank you! I knew I could rely upon you two!” exclaimed Luna before hugging them both. “And don’t worry; I won’t take the dirty ones!”