Harry was nearly in stitches, cracking up over the disaster that was Hermione’s previous birthday. Harry and Ron had thrown separate parties, and both had forgotten to tell the other about their celebrations or invite Hermione. She was giggling, pink in the cheeks from a generous pour of wine. "No, no you’re telling it wrong! I was out with Ginny and Luna, who  also  had no idea about the parties, and Harry apparated to the restaurant just so –"