The brick wall
Morning surprises
It was Hermione's Birthday. The morning seemed very dull as Hermione made her bed. The young woman was dressed in white shoes with little heels, dark blue jeans which had a green belt on them and a white top with buttoned middle. She picked up her wand from the highest shelf on the wall and glanced through the window. It wasn't sunny and it wasn't raining either. It was just very cloudy. "Happy Birthday Hermione (!)" She told herself in disbelieve of the weather.
As Hermione went downstairs from her bedroom at 6.00am, she noticed that the room had been messed with. She paused for a moment on the stairs. "Huh?" She mumbled to herself. No one was downstairs except from her: Arthur Weasley was at work, Molly Weasley was at Bill's and Fleur's shell cottage, Fred and George worked in their new shop and the rest of the family were in bed. As soon as the war was over, everyone started shopping a lot and going where ever they wanted. Hermione heard heavy footsteps from upstairs. Someone must have waked up, she thought. Hermione started to make tea for her breakfast. She was thinking of Ron and she couldn't get him out of her head. She took a large gulp of hot tea and burned her tongue with it. "Oh, bloody hell!" she gasped, breathing with her mouth through her teeth.
Ten minutes later, Ron came downstairs, dressed in his normal clothes. "Good morning" Hermione said smiling.
"Morning Hermione" Ron said "Oh, and happy Birthday!" Ron was now a meter close to her. He couldn't resist staring at her because of how beautiful she was on her 18th Birthday.
"Thank you" Hermione blushed as Ron came closer to her. She didn't know why she was blushing in front of Ron. Since Harry and Ron became friends with her, she always felt like she was special. Hermione didn't have any friends before she found out that she was a witch. No one found her very attractive, but she didn't mind. She didn't want to be like everyone else with make-up and special hair styles every day. Ron was about to tell her something, but Ginny rushed into the room hugging Hermione, her red hair all over Hermione's face.
"Happy Birthday!" Ginny screamed in excitement. Of course, Hermione knew how Ginny loved to celebrate people's Birthday's, but it depended what mood she was in. Hermione giggled.
"Thanks Ginny" she said. Suddenly Harry came running into the room. He looked very alerted, as though he saw someone naked. "What happened now, Harry?" Hermione asked giggling. Everyone could tell that he just got out of bed by the state he was in. His dark hair was messed up and he was still in his PJ's.
"Oh, my god Hermione!" Harry shouted. Everyone started to look at Hermione very alarmed. Hermione didn't know what was going on. Harry couldn't talk because he was out of breath.
"Go on Harry! Spit it out!" Ginny snapped.
"Happy Birthday!" It went silent for a while. Ginny, Ron, and Hermione shared quick glances for a moment.
"Is that it?" Ginny breathed. Suddenly all the friends burst into laughter except from Harry.
"Well, thanks anyway!" Hermione tried to stop laughing but she couldn't. Harry was so alarmed, that he made people think that someone died. He was a number one actor, but sometimes it went downhill.
