i'm late for hermione's birthday

Hermione had taken his hand again and was gripping it tightly. He could not look at her, but returned the pressure, now taking deep, sharp gulps of the night air, trying to steady himself, trying regain control. He should have brought something to give them, and he had not thought of it, and every plant in the graveyard was leafless and frozen. But Hermione raised her wand, moved it in a circle through the air and a wreath of Christmas roses blossomed before them. Harry caught it and laid it on his parents’ grave.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

One of my favorite scenes.

Happy birthday, Draco

June 5, 1999

Hermione and Ron burst through the door to the eighth-year common room, late to Draco’s birthday party. Pansy seemed to relax when she saw them. “Did you finish?” she whispered. Hermione didn’t answer, but she and Ron looked pleased.

Pansy had decorated the room; there were magical balloons dancing across the ceiling, charmed sparklers letting off arrays of tiny fireworks, and tables loaded with snacks and drinks. Seamus and Dean sat on a sofa chatting with Theo and Padma; Neville was dancing with Susan; Blaise and Parvati were Sonorused on a makeshift stage, performing wizard karaoke. Harry and Draco stood by the food, laughing and drinking Firewhiskey.

No one had wanted a party on May 2, but the end of the school year deserved some commemoration. At the beginning of the year, things had been tense. In the first week, Pansy and Hermione hexed each other, Neville stood up to Blaise, and Harry and Draco came to blows (with fists). But that seemed like ages ago, and now they were all a bit sad about leaving. Draco turning 19 three days before their last day of Hogwarts was a perfect excuse to celebrate and also to drown their apprehension about the future in Firewhiskey and loud music.

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