Author's Note: In honor of Harry's birthday, I have written this super pointless piece of love between Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny. Who needs plot when those four people love eachother, right? Am I alone in feeling that way? Hopefully not. I have no idea which birthday this would be, but sometime after the war and probably before everyone is married. Although Harry and Ginny could be married here if thats how you want to imagine it.
This was written for the Globetrotter Drabble Competition on the Harry Potter Challenge Forum posted by percychased for the prompt #3- Canberra.
Thanks to NiftyGirl for letting me bounce ideas off her, and TheHaloFreak for motivation. Reviews would make me really happy.
"Well he likes Treacle Tart."
"Isn't Mum making Treacle?"
"I thought she was making a pudding."
"I thought she was doing the tart."
"Well this is just stupid." Ron declared rather than continue to debate with his sister just what their mother was making for Harry's birthday dinner. "I say we just forget the whole idea. Harry is not worth this kind of effort."
"Ron," Hermione reprimanded gently, crossing her arms for emphasis. "He's your best friend."
"Yeah?" He protested. "And I walked into the woods to talk to a giant spider with him second year. I do not owe him a birthday party."
"That's terrible." Hermione insisted. "Don't you want him to have a happy birthday?"
"Of course I do, but don't you think he will even if I go home and go to bed now?" He offered himself a mental congratulation for his bulletproof reasoning.
"It isn't as if this is that hard-"
"Well I agree with Ron completely." Ginny spoke much too loudly in an attempt to break up their bickering. "Mum can throw the party, then we'll all go home and I can give Harry my present in private."
"Oi, I think I've heard enough." Ron snapped, turning to glare at his sister who smirked evilly at him.
They all sat in silence for a moment, gazing at the paper on which they had begun taking 'notes' for Harry's party hours ago. Since they'd started they'd got no further than agreeing that they ought to throw a party, the singular decision that Ron was now thoroughly questioning.
"So shall we do the tart then?" exasperatedly pulling the sheet of paper to him.
"If Mum isn't doing one," Ginny agreed.
"So we're going to have lunch at the Burrow, then we're going to surprise Harry with a party?" Hermione reiterated the part of the plan they had been able to coordinate for the 5th time. "And then we…" she trailed off, leading perfectly to the discussion of what they would actually do at said party.
"You mean after we stuff him full of tart?" Ginny interjected. "Maybe we could roll him down the hill or something."
At the mental image of a round Harry flailing helplessly as he rolled down a hill, they all laughed.
"Honestly though," Hermione said when she had composed herself. "What're we going to do?'
"After you've stuffed me and pushed me to my death you mean?"
All at once they turned, terrified at the sound of Harry's voice. The man himself was standing in the doorway to the room, leaning against the doorframe looking as though he could have been there for ages.
"What the bloody Hell are you doing here?" Ron demanded, his ears turning red in embarrassment at having been caught.
"I live here, Ron." Harry pointed out. "At least I do until you carry out your plan to murder me." He gestured to their notes and they all smiled sheepishly, Ginny rising to greet him with a kiss on the cheek.
"It was supposed to be a surprise." Hermione offered helplessly.
"And now you've ruined it," added Ginny.
"Well that's easier really," Ron said rising from his seat to clap Harry on the back. "Now he can tell us what he'd like to do at the damn thing."