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A/N - Dedicated to me because it is my birthday today! 10th of April - best day of the year!
I Hate Today
"Honestly Malcolm! If you were going to try and deliberately dwell on subjects that would piss me off, then you shouldn't have offered to drop me off! At least not today you slug-faced dick!"
Hermione Granger slammed the door of Number 12 Grimmauld Place shut in the face of her colleague, fuming with rage at the idiot. She stomped into the kitchen, throwing her purse across the room; it hit the fridge and fell to the ground with nothing but an almost noiseless thud. Frustrated even more at the god damn purse, she trudged over to the cabinet and looked way in the back, pulling out the hidden stash of firewhiskey. Plopping herself on the couch, she took a great gulp straight from the bottle. No one was home. Who. Cared? Of course they weren't; why would they be? It was a Friday night after all. So. Who. Fucking. Cared?
She sighed, remembering the horrible day she had just had. Her colleagues had teased her to no end, until she wanted to rip each of their heads off and mount it as a prize on her wall. They had even gone as far as to pass comments on her relationship. Then Malcolm had offered to drop her home because she might need company after the grueling day, but that had only led onto him questioning her about the most random, and also many private, things, arguing with her when she wouldn't reply, or ask what the relevance was or why he wanted to know.
I hate today.
Suddenly, a patronus, in the form of a dog, came gliding down in front of her and she got up, dropping the bottle; but she didn't care. Hermione followed the dog up the stairs and into her bedroom, all the while wondering what the emergency could be, her mind dwelling onto the worst possibilities. And when she pushed the door open, with a force that caused it to hit the other side of the wall, she gasped in shock.
Her bland room was refurbished, decorated in bright gold, like a liquid sun, and deep crimson, the color of blood, hot, flowing and so alive. There were candles hovering in mid air, which reminded her of her time in Hogwarts, and of the grand feasts that took place there. In the center of the room, a few feet away from what looked like the most inviting and heavenly bed ever to be made, was a table set for two, with a large cake in the middle.
And behind the cake, smiling back at her surprised face, was the man she loved so dearly, his raven black locks shimmering like an onyx in the dimly illuminated bedroom, and underneath it, those stormy grey eyes which she would always fall and lose herself in.
Sirius black gazed at her, small black box in hand, "Happy Birthday Mione."
I love today.
Happy Birthday Me! What's my gift oh beautiful readers? All I want is a million and one reviews!