Molly's POV
I told them not to make a mess and knowing Hermione was being involved, I thought those orders would be followed very carefully. I thought wrong.
Harry's birthday was coming up and Ron and Hermione thought it would be a great idea to make him a cake themselves.
The war had ended a few months before. Harry, having no where else to go, and Hermione, with her parents still in Australia, had been living at the Burrow ever since.
The three of them rarely laughed and talked anymore, so when Hermione and Ron asked if they could bake a cake I gladly agreed. I hadn't seen so many smiles in months.
I didn't really watch them. It was better to give them their space since they had been through so much this last year. But, I did here both teens giggle and laugh and kiss the whole time. Those were sounds I hadn't heard in a long time. But, it was a relief to hear something besides grief.
"We're done," I heard Ron sing from the kitchen. I walked in smiling, until I saw what awaited me. Not a single spot wasn't covered in flour. Even the couple was covered in the ingredient.
"What the bloody hell happened?" I exclaimed. They both exchanged nervous glances.
Hermione pointed to somewhere on the counter," It was the best we could do," she said on the verge of tears. She had been very sensitive lately even the smallest things made her cry.
I looked to where she was pointing. A small round cake with green frosting was sitting neatly with the words 'Happy Birthday Harry' written in gold icing.
"It's not much but we did our best," Ron said quietly, trying not to make Hermione cry.
I looked at the couple and then back at the cake with my hands covering my mouth. "You two are the greatest things that have ever happened to Harry, I hope you know that. And this cake is perfect."
Hermione smiled a thank you, took Ron's hand and left the room. While passing me Ron whispered into my ear," Thanks mum."
With a swish of my wand the kitchen was cleaned and they cake was ready for Harry when he returned home.