A/N: First of all, I probably shouldn't start yet another story while I have so many others in the works, but this idea came to me and I couldn't let it go. Good news is I have all the chapters outlined, so I know exactly how long it will be, and how it will end, so it shouldn't be too hard for me to update.
I don't own the rights to any of the characters, places or anything that bears even a slighest resemblance to anything that J.K. Rowling created. All I own is the plot. Also, there are several references that belong to the TV show "Cheers". I don't own that either.
The door of the Leaky Cauldron creaked as Harry Potter pushed it open and walked inside. He trudged his way to the bar and sat down in his usual seat. There had just been something about today that seemed to be longer than usual.
The way hew as feeling must have shown on his face because Ron, his best friend, pulled out the chair for him.
"Rough day, mate?" he asked.
"Mmmm," groaned Harry as Tom the bartender placed a fire whiskey in front of him.
"Seems to be the trend of the day," spoke up Fred Weasley, one of Ron's older brothers.
Harry looked up but didn't say anything. George Weasley, who was Fred's twin brother, clapped a hand on Harry's back.
"Cheer up. At least today is Friday."
Harry glared. "Yeah, but it's Friday the thirteenth."
From the other side of the bar, Harry recognized Draco Malfoy's snort.
"You're superstitious of Friday the thirteenth?" he said, before he burst into laughter.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Only on Friday the thirteenth in February."
The statement made the others be silent as they realized where he was headed with his comment.
There was silence all around as they sort of agreed without saying anything and nodded.
That was when Neville Longbottom spoke up, clearing his throat a little bit at first.
"I don't know why all of you are so down and depressed,” he said with a smile. “I'm excited about tomorrow."
They all stared at him as though he had lost his mind.
But the smile on his face, as well as the slight flush on his face, the one that he always got when he got excited about something, told them everything they needed to know.
"I think," began Fred.
"That Neville," continued George.
"The biggest plunge..."
"Of his life," they finished in unison, clinking their glasses together.
"Well, you know," Neville said, his ears turning pink with embarrassment at all the attention that he was now getting.
"So you finally decided to ask Luna to marry you, huh," Justin Finch-Fletchley said, throwing a congratulatory clap on Neville's shoulder.
"Yeah," he said. "But every one of you seems to think that it is such a bad, horrible thing."
"Not at all," Seamus Finnigan said, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. “Marriage can be a great thing.”
"As long as you know what you're getting yourself into," Dean Thomas chimed in. “I had to learn that the hard way.”
Once again, Draco snorted, this time choking on some of his fire whiskey.
"And even if it isn't as wonderful as you hope, you always have right here," he said, gesturing wide with his arms. "Where everybody knows your name..."
Getting into the spirit of things, Fred and George placed their arms around each other’s shoulders and joined in. “And they’re always glad you came….”
"Look, Neville," Harry said, once all of the singing had died down. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad or anything. Besides, I had no idea you were planning on proposing on Valentine's Day."
Neville sat up a little straighter, but he had a look of confusion on his face.
"What do you think, Harry? Do you think it's a bad idea?"
Harry shook his head. "No. After all, we've all been there," he said, glancing around the bar at the faces looking back at him.
"And in Ron's case, he's been there twice."
"Hey now," Ron said in his own defence. "Just because things didn't work out with..."
"Nevermind," Harry interrupted. "Let me tell you about the night I proposed."
He ordered another drink, and once it was delivered, he took a sip, set it down and began.
A/N: So there's the beginning. My idea is to have each chapter pick up immediately where each one leaves off, so while they're all individual stories, they're all part of the big story at the same time.