Chapter 5
Harry was awoken by the feeling of someone landing hard on the bed next to him. Before he could do anything, he was trapped with his arms held to his sides. His eyes cleared enough that he could see the face of an angel, surrounded by a halo of curly brown hair illuminated by the bright sunlight that was shining through the south-facing window. A smile spread over Hermione's face stretching her lips. Harry just had enough time to marvel at her cute smile that was helped by her overbite when those same lips were suddenly on his own demanding all his attention.
After a few minutes of kissing that definitely would make it to Harry's top ten favourite ways to be woken up, Hermione broke the kiss. "Good morning birthday boy! How are you enjoying being fourteen?" She grinned down at him having rolled on top of him while kissing.
"Well so far it's been great!" He grinned up at her then wrapped his arms and one of his legs around her and flipped the two of them so that Hermione was underneath him. He waited a few seconds to give her an opportunity to protest if she wanted, but Hermione just put her arms around his neck and pulled him down into another kiss.
Harry pressed his lips against hers and the two were quickly lost in a fever of tongues and hormones. Their tongues pushed against each other in a quiet battle to see who's mouth would be explored, but Hermione quickly relented and practicly sucked Harry into her mouth. Hands were soon seeking their favourite places, Hermione's were rubbing against his chest feeling what passed for muscles on Harry's skinny frame, Harry's hand seeking its way under the baggy t-shirt that she was wearing and rubbing one of Hermione's breasts.
The two teens wordlessly encouraged the other to go further with moans of appreciation and pressing themselves together, but they were suddenly brought back to reality with the sound of the front door closing and Emma's shout up the stairs of "Hermione! Harry! Breakfast is ready!"
Harry rolled off of his girlfriend who whined in disappointed loss, causing Harry to look at her, only now seeing just how disheveled she looked. Hermione grumbled about her mother's timing as she pulled down the t-shirt that Harry recognized as one of his. In fact, it was the one he wore yesterday.
Hermione noticed what he was looking at and shrugged. "I got used to sleeping next to you in Nice. The smell helps me sleep." Hermione tried for nonchalant but Harry knew her well enough to know she was feeling a little defencive about forgetting to change and being caught out.
"I didn't say anything." Harry grinned. "But now you bring it up…" Harry drew out the sentence teasing her a little. "I think it looks better on you than it ever did on me."
Hermione picked up the pillow from Harry's bed and tapped him around the head with it for teasing her causing Harry to laugh.
"Get dressed, sounds like mum decided to cook breakfast." Hermione gave Harry a quick kiss and left the room to return to hers so she could get dressed. Harry opened his trunk to the wardrobe compartment. There was a normal wardrobe he could use, but he didn't see the point moving everything from his trunk when he was used to living out of the trunk anyway. He pulled out a pair of jeans and a green t-shirt and pulled them on. Then, he ran a brush through his hair, but that was because it was getting longer and he needed to be careful to prevent tangling it, rather than any hope of styling it. Harry waited for Hermione outside her room and the two of them went down to breakfast together.
Dan had left for work already. He was taking a half day while Emma was taking a full day off for Harry's birthday. Hermione had told him it's what they used to do if her birthday fell on a day she didn't have school. One of them would go into the office and take care of any patients that were in pain or needed urgent treatment, but all the routine checkups that would have been on that day were given another appointment. While Dan had gone to work, Emma had taken it on herself to make a nice breakfast, something she didn't often have time to do. The two teens joined Emma downstairs, eating something Harry had never heard of: eggs poached in a spicy garlic-flavoured crushed tomato sauce with toast. Apparently one of Emma's dorm mates at university had taught her the recipe.
While they were enjoying the meal that Emma called "shackshoka", a number of owls arrived at the kitchen window. Hermione let them in and collected the mail. There was a letter for both Harry and Hermione from Hogwarts, but Harry also had a couple of letters from other people. Harry opened the Hogwarts letter first as Hermione went from calm to anxious as soon as she saw the letters with their results.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Congratulations on advancing to your fourth year of magical education at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed the results of your recent end of year exams and your book list for the upcoming year.
Enjoy your holidays,
Deputy Headmistress
Minerva McGonagall
1993-1994 results for Harry J Potter
Passing grades: O (Outstanding), E (Exceeds Expectations), A (Acceptable)
Fail grades: P (Poor), D (Dreadful), T (Troll)
Ancient Runes: O
Astronomy: E
Care of Magical Creatures: O
Charms: O
Defence against the Dark Arts: O
Herbology: E
History of Magic: E
Potions: A
Transfiguration: E
Special project: concealment accessories
First Judge Professor B Babbling's assessment: E
Second Judge Professor M McGonagall's assessment: O
Third Judge Professor S Snape's assessment: P
Overall grade: E
Special project: wand rings
First Judge Professor B Babbling's assessment: O
Second Judge Professor M McGonagall's assessment: O
Third Judge Professor S Snape's assessment: A
Overall grade: E (see enclosed note for more information)
Harry pulled out another sheet of parchment that he hadn't noticed at first.
Mr. Potter,
Professor Babbling asked me to add this to your results. Professor Babbling feels that Professor Snape's judgement of your work was rather on the harsh side and you deserve an outstanding for your overall mark. Because of this we looked into other options and found one to give you additional recognition for your work. Professor Babbling and myself have applied for a magical patent for your rings in your name.
This means that regardless of the grade it will be recognised that you, at the age of thirteen, have created and produced a product that meets the standards to make it sellable. This patent would also mean that your creative property (in this case the rings) are protected from being manufactured and sold without your written approval.
You should receive the certificate the same day as this letter.
Hope you are enjoying your summer,
Professor M McGonagall
Head of Gryffindor
There was also a list of books he would require for the year.
Fourth year students will require:
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4 by Miranda Goshawk
Practical Self-Defence by Frances Bats
Runic Translations - Uncovering Ancient Magic by Griselda Griffiths
An Apprentice's Guide to the Art of Brewing by Hector Dagworth-Granger
Fourth year students and up will also require a set of dress robes suitable for a formal evening.
Hermione had finished reading her results a while ago and it was taking everything she had for her not to grab Harry's results before he finished reading them. Once Harry finished reading them and noticed Hermione nervously staring at the paperwork in his hands as if they held her own grades, he exchanged his results for hers and looked over her marks.
1993-1994 results for Hermione J Granger
Passing grades: O (Outstanding), E (Exceeds Expectations), A (Acceptable)
Fail grades: P (Poor), D (Dreadful), T (Troll)
Ancient Runes: O
Arithmancy: O
Astronomy: O
Care of Magical Creatures: O
Charms: O
Defence against the Dark Arts: E
Herbology: O
History of Magic: O
Potions: E
Transfiguration: O
Hermione had gotten eight Outstandings and two Exceeds Expectations, and Harry suspected that Hermione's potions grade was unfairly graded as normal, so probably nine O's and just one E. That was an amazing achievement.
Before Harry could congratulate Hermione, however, she beat him to the punch. "Harry, these results are amazing! You did so much better than last year. You have four outstandings and another six exceeds expectations!" Hermione was just about to hand his grades back when she saw the note from Professor McGonagall.
Hermione read it quickly then screamed in excitement. "My god! Harry this is amazing! Mum look at this!" Hermione passed Emma Harry's results then threw herself on him. "That's such an amazing achievement, Harry I'm so proud of you!" And she pulled him into one her signature rib-cracking Hermione hugs. Hermione's excitement was infectious and a grin spread over Harry's face and he returned Hermione's hug with just as much enthusiasm. Harry himself couldn't believe that Professor Babbling thought his work was worthy of this type of recognition.
"Well done Harry!" Emma interrupted his and Hermione's celebration. Harry was a little surprised and embarrassed to see that while he and Hermione were being overly excited teenagers, Emma had pulled out their reports from last year and she was comparing them. "And well done Hermione. You both have improved on your grades from last year, especially you harry. Hermione, your grades are amazing from what I can work out. That's, what, A's and two B's? That is a great end of year report. Harry, your grades have more room for improvement but apart from Potions were you got the equivalent of a C it's all A's and B's as well. That's a big improvement over last year. It shows what you can do when you put the work in. I'm proud of you both."
Hermione tackled her mum and hugged her just as she had done with Harry. Harry watched for a few seconds expecting the normal twinge of melancholy and longing he normally got from seeing close family, but it just wasn't there. He was happy that Hermione had her mum to celebrate with.
While Hermione was attempting to squeeze every drop of attention from Emma, Harry started to go through the rest of his mail. There was a certificate of patent from the Ministry of Magic's Patent Office that was part of the Experimental Magic Department. There was some documentation with it that outlined exactly what the patent covered. It was all rather technical and boring but it basically said no one could make his rings without his permission and it outlined exactly how he needed to word a document to give someone permission to create and sell them if he wanted to. Harry had a few ideas about that but they would need thinking on before he did anything.
The next letter he got was from the twins, who wished him a happy birthday and stated that the Weasleys apparently had tickets for the final of the Quidditch World Cup. They wished him a good summer and said that they would see him in September. There was also a letter from Uncle Moony that wished him a happy birthday and a present: a book on practical joke jinxes that according to Uncle Moony had been a favourite book of his father's when he was at Hogwarts.
If Harry had thought that he could spend his birthday just relaxing on the sofa and watching a bit of TV, he was mistaken. As it turns out, Hermione had plans, and she refused to reveal what they were. However, it was obvious that it was going to be fun, as she couldn't keep the mischievous smile off her face when she picked up her old school rucksack that was stuffed full with something while looking at him.
It took two buses to arrive at their first location: the cinema. Harry had told Hermione that he had never been to see a film in the cinema during the Christmas break when the two of them were watching Christmas films on the TV in the Granger's living room. Hermione had apparently remembered that (even though Harry hadn't) and decided that for his birthday she was going to change that.
There were six screens at this cinema, and normally this would give them a lot of choices; however they were limited by their age and the choices available. Two of the screens were playing films that were not age-appropriate, and one was playing something that was the third film in the series and neither Harry nor Hermione had seen the first two. Another one was a rom-com that Harry thought Hermione would push for but she said, "I already read the book, the film is never good once you read the book. If you want to see it we will, it's your birthday, but I'm not going to push for it."
In the end, they settled on watching the live-action Flintstones film. While Harry had never gotten to sit and watch cartoons at Privet Drive, he had seen enough of what Dudley watched to know the characters and the basic idea of the film. Hermione had gotten them a large bag of popcorn to share and a couple of drinks that were bigger than any drink Harry had ever had before. The two teens spent the next hour and a half laughing at the film.
Once the film was finished Hermione led them to a small place to grab lunch. "Mum and Dad are planning food for later, so no point in having a heavy lunch and spoiling dinner." Harry took her advice and got a chicken salad with a sweet chilli dressing. He wasn't too hungry anyway after breakfast and the popcorn. Hermione got herself a chicken salad but opted for a honey mustard dressing. As they sat eating their food the two amused themselves by recapping their favourite parts of the film.
Harry thought they would go back home after lunch, but Hermione seemed to have a different plan. The bus left them in a more industrial area with large warehouse stores that sold things like tools and DIY supplies. Harry was led through the maze of buildings by the hand, and they were soon outside a large building with a lot of neon lights outside. Their lights didn't do much in the summer sun, but the lights combined with the name 'Danger Zone!' in bright cartoonist lettering was enough to tell Harry that the last thing they would find inside was a DIY store.
'Danger Zone!' seemed to specialise in entertainment for teens. There was an arcade, bowling alley, and more importantly for Hermione's plans, a laser tag arena. "I thought laser tag would speak to you more than bowling." She grinned at him before she leaned in and quietly said, "With all the crazy stuff you do playing Quidditch, it should be right up your alley."
"What about you? You don't like Quidditch, so wouldn't it be more fun for us to bowl?" Harry asked. While laser tag sounded fun, he wouldn't have fun if Hermione was miserable; he loved that she would do it but he would enjoy it more if they were both having a good time.
"I have a problem with heights, and while laser tag isn't my go-to I'll have plenty of fun. That is, unless you are afraid that I'd kick your ass?" Hermione taunted him a little before she headed off towards the laser tag registration desk, adding an enticing sway to her hips as she walked. Harry couldn't ignore a challenge like that and followed, thinking about how Hermione might actually be perfect.
The two of them joined other groups of random players for a few games. The arena was dark, most of the walls and floors were painted matte black. The black made the neon paint on the walls stand out sharply under the blacklights that were everywhere, illuminating not only the graffiti-like art but the plastic armour the players were wearing.
After Hermione's challenge, the two of them were on different teams for the first few rounds. Hermione must have done this before, because their first round went overwhelmingly in her and her teams' favour, with Hermione killing Harry three times compared to Harry getting her once, much to the friendly ribbing of the other teens who were on Harry's team. The second round was more even as Harry got used to the game, and by the third the odds had shifted to Harry's favour. After that, the two of them were on the same team and together they dominated the other team. The two of them were able to just trust that the other would watch their back, something that the other players (who were mostly strangers to each other) couldn't do.
After about six games the two of them were exhausted and sweaty. Hermione got them both an orange juice from a vending machine and the two relaxed getting their energy back. Hermione's rucksack contained a full change of clothes for each of them, so after a quick trip to the facilities the two of them returned looking a lot fresher and more comfortable.
After that the two of them went home. Harry's first hint that there was something going on was that they didn't return by bus. Instead, Hermione opted for them to take a taxi back, which was faster but quite a bit more expensive. There was obviously a deadline time that they were supposed to be back by.
The London black cab pulled up outside Hermione's home and dropped them off. When Harry went into the house he couldn't see or hear anyone, so he called out. "Dan, Emma, you home?"
"Out the back Harry, I thought we would fire up the barbecue!" Harry heard Dan call out. Harry, like any Brit, liked a good barbecue, even if when he lived with his relatives he only got a few cheap sausages whenever his uncle pulled out the grill in the summer.
Harry stepped out into the small area the Grangers hours had for a garden and was greeted by an explosion of sound.
"SURPRISE!"
Harry was stunned; it wasn't just the Grangers. Neville was there, along with Tonks, Daphne, Tracey, a well dressed middle-aged woman and a small girl whom Harry had never seen, but both bore a strong resemblance to Daphne so probably her mother and little sister.
"I. Uh… Wow guys, thanks." Harry was a little stunned, nobody had ever done anything like this for him.
Hermione walked up behind him, kissed him on the cheek, and said "Happy birthday Harry."
Daphne, Neville and Tracey came rushing over. "Hey Harry, happy birthday." Neville delivered his birthday wishes with a genuine smile on his face.
"You too, for yesterday." Harry returned the greeting. He had sent a letter with Hedwig for Neville's birthday, not knowing that he would see him so soon.
Tracey gave Harry a quick hug as she delivered her birthday greetings, and Daphne, while more reserved than her girlfriend, still seemed happy as she gave her greeting. Tonks came over next and also decided to give Harry a hug, only this one was quite a bit longer than the one Tracey had given him. Her hair today, resembling a mound of pink candy floss, ticked Harry's nose. "Hey kiddo. How was France? I mean I know what you said in the letter but you left out all the juicy bits."
"Hey Tonks. France was fun, don't know what you mean by juicy bits though." Harry gave his cousin a cheeky grin.
"If you don't tell me I'm sure Hermione will," Tonks sent a grin right back at him and pulled Hermione off to one side.
Next, Daphne introduced Harry to her mother. "Harry, this is my mother Laurel Greengrass, and the brown-haired monstrosity next to her is my little sister Astoria."
Harry half-bowed to the woman as was custom in the wizarding world, at least among purebloods who were a sticker for tradition, which according to Daphne her mother was. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Greengrass."
"The pleasure is mine, Warlock Potter, though I'm not Lady Greengrass yet. My husband is still Heir Greengrass not Warlock, so it's just Mrs. Greengrass for now, though I would prefer if you called me Laurel."
"Then I must insist you call me Harry."
"Ok then Harry-" only she was cut off from continuing by Astoria, who had been glaring at her sister for the monster crack before jumping into the conversation.
"Hey, Harry, nice to meet you. Don't listen to my sister, if either of us is a monster it's her." She punctuated the last word with a clear jab at her sister before she continued in a loud stage whisper. "She's a jam monster. She eats all the strawberry jam straight out of the jar. With a spoon."
Daphne's cheeks turned pink as she got flustered. At Hogwarts, Daphne had the reputation as the unflappable Ice Queen, but Harry knew that it was a mask. He had seen it crack a little once when Daphne and Tracey had fallen into the classroom he and Hermione had been waiting in. Just falling might have been bad enough, however the fact that she had her tongue down her girlfriend's throat had been enough to shake the unshakable. Compared to that, eating the strawberry jam straight out of the jar like that was nothing, yet Daphne was reacting stronger to this story. It seemed little sister Astoria had a way of getting under her sister's skin like no one Harry had ever met before.
"I'm gonna get you for that…"
"Daphne." Laurel didn't raise her voice but it was enough to get Daphne to calm down.
"But mum, she shouldn't be talking about me like that."
"You started it by calling her a monster, and if you don't want anyone finding out about your strawberry jam addiction perhaps you should just eat it normally. Now, both of you need to remember we are guests right now, so I expect better from both of you."
It was at this point Astoria remembered that Harry was right there and with a touch of pink to her cheeks the younger girl gave a slight bow to Harry. "I'm pleased to meet you, Warlock Potter. Please excuse my sister and I."
"It's an honest pleasure, Miss Greengrass. And please call me Harry." Watching Daphne fluster like that in such an innocent way was rather amusing, in a way that it wasn't when Harry and Hermione had found out about her relationship with Tracey.
"Astoria." The younger girl asked him to refer to her.
The afternoon was relatively relaxed. Dan manned the grill and churned out burgers and chicken, and Tonks had done a bit of magic so that the smoke from the barbecue went straight up for about 10m before it got taken by the wind, instead of filling the garden with smoke.
Laurel had relaxed a lot once the formalities were dealt with and she chatted with Harry for a while. The conversation was a little boring, as the two had very little in common and with their very different backgrounds they saw the world differently currently. Still, Laurel was nice enough.
In contrast to her mother, Harry learnt very little about Astoria. This was mostly to do with the fact that the young girl was more than a little starstruck with Harry. Unlike Ginny, who got embarrassed and couldn't say anything when they first met, Astoria proceeded to ask Harry question after question, leaving little room for him to ask questions about her. Astoria had wanted to know everything about Harry from his favourite dessert to what he planned to do after Hogwarts.
While Harry was chatting with the two Greengrass women, Hermione was chatting with Daphne and Tracey. Harry didn't know what they were discussing, but the three of them were whispering conspiratorially and giggling. Well, Hermione and Tracey were giggling, Daphne, just sort of had an amused smirk. Whatever it was they were talking about, Harry expected it to involve him somehow. The three of them were being very careful not to look at him, but more importantly Hermione was giggling. Hermione was not a giggly type of girl, she was more the type of girl who had a full laugh, unless it involved Harry. He didn't understand it, he just noticed that it was a thing that happened. So given that Hermione was giggling with their friends and it was his birthday, Harry suspected that Hermione was planning something else and was telling the two girls about it.
He finally was able to get away from Astoria and immediately joined Neville and Tonks, who were talking next to the table Dan and Emma had set up with salads and drinks. Tonks was telling Neville about being an Auror, and Neville was hanging off her every word. Harry could understand after what he learnt about Neville's parents last summer, about how Neville's father had been an auror before that bitch LeStrange had left Neville's parents permanently in the hospital. Neville was probably picturing his father going through all the little things Tonks was talking about. Not the big things that were obvious, but the struggle to fill out the parchment work after a job, or the struggle to find a good cup of tea when you had five minutes to take a breather.
When the two of them spotted Harry coming their way, the two of them wished Harry a happy birthday again. Harry asked Tonks about her work as well so that they could pick up where they left off. It was interesting hearing about the day to day at the Ministry. On paper, the Ministry was just like any government department; it existed to enact and enforce the laws of the people who decided them. The only big difference was that most governments had totally separate organisations for different branches, whereas the British wizarding world just had the one Ministry and separate departments for each branch of the law.
It made some sense to Harry, the British wizarding world was small compared to the country as a whole. And as such, each department handled a lot less than its Muggle counterpart. It made more sense to organise into one body with such small numbers. In practice, though, from the way Tonks described it, it was more like chaos. People played favourites, fought over who got credit for something with their higher ups, and enough backstabbing existed that it surprised Harry that it could run at all, especially adding in the heavy dash of blood politics with people of 'pureblood families' having preference in promotions. After only ten minutes of listening to Tonks, Harry didn't think that he would ever want to work for the Ministry, at least not the Ministry as it currently was under Minister Fudge.
Once that conversation had been exhausted, Harry asked after Neville's summer, which was going very well. His grandmother was proud of him for going with Harry to save Hermione, and apparently Madam Longbottom was not one to show how proud she was of someone often. Neville also showed off his new wand.
"Cherry and unicorn hair. Gran wasn't as keen on me using Dad's old wand anymore after she learned it was now loyal to that woman." Neville gushed over his new wand but almost spat out the last two words. "I got to try out the wand in the shop. Ollivander's wand shop is one of the few exceptions to the Decree of Underage Sorcery outside of Hogwarts. And the spells I tried were a lot easier to cast." He sounded excited that his magic would be easier.
"That's great! What about your results, what were they like?" It really was great to see what Neville could do with a boost to his confidence, and a new wand would give him that.
"Mixed. Gran has given me a pass on the wand subjects this year after learning that the problem might be my wand, but she expects improvement next year. As for the non-wand subjects, I even got an O in Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures, but Gran is definitely not happy with my Potions grade." Neville looked dejected as he talked about his Potions mark.
Hermione and the girls had come over by this point and Hermione joined the conversation. "Neville, I wouldn't put much stock in your Potions grade if I were you. Professor Snape never marks Gryffindors fair. Your grade is probably higher than you think."
Daphne looked disbelieving. "I know he isn't fair to you Gryffindors in class, we have all seen him, but surely he marks your exams fairly?"
Hermione quickly excused herself and rushed into the house to get hers and Harry's exam results from the kitchen table, returning a few seconds later. "OK Daph, you say Professor Snape would mark us fair. You have seen mine and Harry's work enough, how would you expect our grades to be?"
Daphne looked a little taken aback by the question but gave it some serious thought. "Well, Hermione your potions are nearly always perfect, your grade would be Outstanding. Harry, your potions have picked up a lot this year, so I would say Exceeds Expectations, maybe even an Outstanding if you got lucky. Neville, no offence but you are not great at potions, so I would say a poor grade."
Hermione looked triumphant. "Then how did I get an E while Harry got an A? What did he give you Neville?."
Neville looked a little angry now. "According to Professor Snape, my potion work is at the same level as a troll. He gave me a T."
After the shock from the Slytherin girls subsided, the conversation turned to exam results. Both Daphne and Tracey had gotten an O on their Ancient Runes exams, much to the approval of their parents. Daphne also had an outstanding in Arithmancy and Potions, while Tracey got one in Care of Magical Creatures. They were all impressed with Harry's four O's but were blown away by Hermione's eight.
Harry was just about to join in the conversation when he was suddenly made the centre of attention. Dan was walking out of the house with a cake lit with two candles shaped like numbers that together formed a fourteen. Soon everyone was singing Happy Birthday and getting Harry to blow out candles. Harry was embarrassed at being the centre of attention but happy too; he couldn't remember ever having a good birthday before. In fact, they had gotten worse the older he got. This was the opposite, he was being celebrated by people who were genuinely happy to know him, not the Boy-Who-Lived, but Harry.
Once they were done with the cake it was apparently time for presents. Neville went first, he had gotten Harry a new set of Seeker's gloves. Daphne and Tracey had together gotten Harry a bottle of cologne that Harry thought smelled OK, the only word he could think of to describe it was smoky but that wasn't quite right. Harry grinned at the predictability of Hermione when she handed him a wrapped package that was obviously a book. He tore off the wrapper and saw that indeed it was a large book, one bound in fancy brown leather. However, there was no title on the cover, so Harry opened it to find out what it was, only to find his own face staring back at him with Hermione right next to him.
The next few pages had a few more pictures of mostly the two of them, alongside a few pictures of Daphne, Tracey, Neville, Dan, and Emma. Still, the book was more than half empty. It confused Harry for about half a minute, until he realised he was supposed to fill it himself. No, not himself, him and Hermione. It was a photo album for him, but it was also an invitation for them to fill it together. The size of the book was a representation of how much life she hoped they would have to fill those pages with.
Harry did the only thing he could think of. He pulled the bushy haired goddess of his into his chest and wrapped his arms around her and held her there. Hermione smiled the whole time, she loved hugs and Harry wasn't one to give out hugs often. Even if he had been getting better at it recently, they were still rare enough that Hermione intended to milk it for as long as she could.
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For a few seconds, the air around them was charged with magic and they could both feel power crackling around them before it faded away into almost nothing. Hermione murmured, "Happy fourteenth Harry."
"Best day ever. Love you." Harry was able to say before the two of them succumbed to the effects of their exertions and fell asleep in a tangle of limbs.
A/n
OK so Hermione went out of her way for Harry to have a good birthday just like he did for her.