There was a real good chance that he was having the actual best night of his whole life, Greg realised as he moved through the door after Bee. He had to balance his presents in his arms as it was, so he ended up hooking his foot around the door and kicking it closed behind them.
His presents. His party. A real birthday party, with friends and gifts and he got to laugh at Draco trying to bowl like a Muggle and the whole thing had been even better than he used to imagine birthday parties might be. And it was all for him. Somehow all his friends in this place had done it just for him. Really, he couldn't've got the grin off his face if he wanted to.
He followed Bee into the living room, laughing quietly as she banged into the table. "You okay?" He set his presents down, squinting as the light came on and setting aside Max's new car-shaped bed to take back to his bedroom when he went. The rest he'd sort out in the morning. He dropped down on the couch beside Bee. Lucky he hadn't had more than a beer at the start of the night. After that he'd been too distracted to think about drinking, and there was loads of food and bowling and all.
He'd been warm-faced and red most of the night, but just thinking about it after her question made him flush all over again. "Honestly?" He looked over at her with a crooked smile. "I feel like the luckiest bloke in the whole world. Got this nice new place with you and Max, and the job, and the village, and I got friends here who give me a surprise birthday party. I don't think people get no luckier than that." He ducked his eyes a little, since his gaze kept wanting to go to her mouth and the way she was biting at her lip and looking at him the way she was. It made him flush all the warmer.