Sixteen Candles
Chapter One
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Hermione Granger stared at the dark red canopy cover that was laid across the top of her bed. Hearing the other girls in her dorm getting ready for breakfast, she decided to herself to stay in bed till they were gone; she wasn't much hungry anyway.
And that is how she stayed, lying in her crumpled maroon pajamas, trying to make herself think logically; even though it was one of the more monumental days in her life so far, there were going to be no miraculous changes that had happened overnight. Even with magic, it would be impossible, but the most Hermione was wishing for was some sort of birthday glow.
She did get up, however, a couple minutes after she heard the last set of feet shuffle out of the dormitory. The brunette took her time deciding which clothes she wanted to wear and how to do her hair for that school day. It wasn't like everyday was a birthday; it was meant to be celebrated.
While comparing herself in the mirror, she took note that she looked exactly the same as she had before, not that she was surprised. With auburn hair that fell into bushy curls on a good day, brown irises that were no where near note-worthy, and a figure that was in mediocre shape, Hermione still believed that her best feature was her petite nose, which she was told looked very charming when she scrunched it in distaste. She didn't even have a birthday glow.
Once she finally did end up walking out of her room to meet her Pansy Parkinson and Ginny Weasley, her only two true friends of the female gender, Hermione was over the fact that she hadn't seemed to have undergone any changed.
"You didn't change one bit." The Slytherin said somewhat bluntly.
Sticking out her tongue, she tried to give her friend a horrible look, in which she failed miserably, "Thank you so much for reminding me, Pans."
The youngest Weasley giggled, "She's just a pessimist, Mi, ignore her. Happy birthday."
"Sweet sixteen, baby!" Pansy cried as she threw her arms in the air, almost dropping her textbooks she was bringing for her first class. Hermione laughed, but inside she knew the little insignificant actions her friend made were the basis for all of Pansy Parkinson's life choices: live in the moment, care about the consequences later.
And, Ginny Weasley, always the peace-keeper. The loving, most patient, but definitely not the most quiet, friend of the trio of girls. The three of them made quite a team.
"It doesn't matter," Hermione shared with her friends as the walked towards the sweet smells of breakfast pastries, "It doesn't matter what I look like; I'm finally sixteen."
"That's the spirit," The redhead smiled.
The double wood doors ahead of them were somewhat overwhelming for her, though. Hermione was never one who thrived on attention, so her birthday was always both a blessing and a curse. She actually cringed, inwardly thinking of what atrociously male thing Harry and Ron would've come up with to celebrate her birthday. Before pushing the door open, she forced a smile, "I suppose I can't put off their birthday wishes any longer."
While Pansy dispersed to go to her House's table, the two other girls made their way towards their own table. The were frequently stopped on the way to Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, as many of their fellow Gryffindors wanted to wish Hermione a happy birthday.
"Good morning, boys," Ginny did call out once they had sat in their seats by the raven haired Golden Boy and the redhead sidekick.
Her brother didn't take the time to respond to her; Ron continued to stuff as much food as he possibly could into his mouth. Harry, who had quite obviously been silently declared spokesman between the two, did pause eating his feast to respond, "Morning."
Hermione's eyebrows furrowed, but decided to give her best guy friends some leeway, as it was somewhat early in the morning, "Is that all?"
"Of course, was there something you needed from us?"
"But it's Friday, September nineteenth." Hermione persisted.
The boys didn't take notice to her obviously shocked tone and continued to inhale their breakfast. "We know, Mi," Harry laughed darkly, "And Snape thought he was clever by assigning a project so early in the school year, but Ron and I will have it turned in on time. You watch, Mi. We'll do it."
Ron nodded his head in agreement, bacon bits flying from his mouth across the table at her. The brunette sighed, obviously used to the disgusting happenings of flying food, and wiped her arm with a napkin.
She kept hope in them, though. The rest of breakfast, she watched them expectantly, waiting for when they would tell her. Maybe they had surprise for her, she had wondered, an idea which was quickly shot down once she realized that they had just plain forgot. After she had made careful planning for birthday presents and surprises, they didn't even remember her sixteenth birthday.
And even though it was most unlady-like, Hermione's mouth hung open as she watched two of her best friends scurry out of the Great Hall to work on their project before class. Ginny nervously nudged her with her body, "Hermione, what did they do this time?"
"Ginny... they forgot my bloody birthday!"
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Author's Note.
My first ever chapter story; yay! Teehehe, this is for the 80's Movie Challenge on HPFFCF, and this is going to be based off of the movie Sixteen Candles. Currently seeking a beta for this story: if interested, please PM me. Requirements: must be a loving person who will be become my new best friend and will give me constructive criticism. Haha, just kidding... but not really. ;D
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