ONESHOTS | harmione

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Harry sighed, resting his head against his hands tiredly. It seemed as though everyone was enjoying his birthday; everyone except him. Ginny was overly enthusiastic and was practically glued to his side the entire night.

"Harry!" The red-headed girl grinned, approaching Harry, who plastered a fake smile onto his face. "I've been looking for you! Come on, we're cutting the cake!"

Ginny squealed, grabbing Harry's arm and pulling him into the kitchen, away from the dining room table where he was comfortably alone, just how he wanted. Truth be told, Harry wanted to be anywhere besides the Burrow. He appreciated the Weasleys, he really did, but whenever it came to his birthday, he felt as though they went overboard.

Harry knew that he'd enjoy the 'party' if Hermione was there. However, the brunette was away in France on her summer holiday. He frowned as he imagined her beside him, holding onto his arm and planting a soft kiss against his cheek. The green-eyed boy could almost hear her whispering a faint 'happy birthday Harry' into his ear.

"Harry, dear—" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, pulling him out of his thoughts, "—are you alright?"

Harry nodded, approaching the kitchen counter, and standing amongst the rest of the Weasleys. Straying away from Ginny, he forced himself in between the twins, who were loudly joking.

"Happy birthday Harry!" The twins cheered, making the raven-haired boy smile a tad as he mumbled a brief 'thank you.'

Mrs. Weasley began cutting the chocolate cake, being careful to give Harry a noticeably larger slice, for she always thought he was too thin.

"Thank you," the green-eyed boy muttered, grabbing his plate and exiting into the dining room.

Quietly, he sat down at the table, slouching as he began poking at his cake; to be honest, Harry, for once, didn't want cake, he only wanted the company of the brunette. His gaze traveled up from the chocolate dessert and towards the Weasley family clock; it read 10:33.

Harry exhaled, watching as everyone eventually headed up towards their rooms. He continued staring until he was the only one left sitting in the almost-dark dining room, the only one still awake. The raven-haired boy's thoughts trailed back towards Hermione, and he wanted more than anything to see her.

However, a loud whooshing noise from outside sharply drew Harry away from
his thoughts. He stood up, peering out the window to see who could've apparated to the Burrow at this time of night. A part of him wanted to believe that it was Hermione, who had left France in order to surprise him; but then again, he remembered his luck and slept on the wishful thought.

Harry swiftly walked over towards the door, looking out into the moonlit garden. Finally, after a few minutes of searching, his eyes settled on her. Her bushy curls were illuminated by the moon, and within the small amount of light there was, Harry could clearly see her smile; the smile that he knew all too well. He blinked, checking that this wasn't just his imagination; but as the brunette arrived at the door, he knew it was real.

"H-Hermione!" He exclaimed, enveloping her in a tight hug.

She responded just as eagerly, wrapping her arms around his torso, and burying her face into his neck. Hermione started to pull away, but Harry, who missed the feeling of holding her in his arms, didn't let go.

"You don't know how glad I am to see you..." Harry murmured into her hair, letting out a sigh of relief; one that he had been holding in all night.

"Of course—" Hermione mumbled, "—I'd never miss your birthday. Not every day you're best friend turns sixteen, although Ron and I have been for ages."

Harry snickered upon hearing this, letting go of the brunette's waist; he instantly felt a lack of warmth as she pulled away.

"I'm not that much younger than you are..." The raven-haired boy pouted, leading her over to the couch.

"Harry—" she giggled, "—I turn seventeen in two months."

Harry burst out into laughter, followed by the curly-headed girl as they messily fell onto the couch. Hermione's legs were thrown into Harry's lap, as she leaned back up against the pillows.

"Shh—" Harry hissed, "—do you want to wake the whole house?"

Hermione shook her head in response, biting her lip to hide her laughter.

"How was your birthday so far?" She asked, leaning her head against his shoulder as she shifted her weight.

"Awful! But that's only because I missed you." Harry smirked, making the brunette blush.

"Oh, Harry—" She whispered, feeling quite guilty for arriving so late. Hermione threw herself onto him once more, giving him an 'awkward' hug, for they were both still seated.

"Don't worry, you're here now..." He beamed, planting a sloppy kiss against the side of her jaw.

Hermione turned bright red, licking her lips as she looked away from him. She attempted to hide her smile, although it was nearly impossible. Harry's attention fell onto his best friend who was staring off into the unlit fireplace.

"Hermione," he breathed out.

"Yeah?" Her voice was airy, and Harry couldn't help but smile as she turned around to face him. "Harry, what are—"

However, Hermione was silenced by the feeling of Harry's lips pressed softly against hers. She kissed back with just as much passion, eagerly tossing her arms around his neck. With one last, chaste kiss against her slightly-swollen lips, Harry pulled away, looking like he had just caught the Golden Snitch.

"Happy birthday..." Hermione whispered, and Harry was more than content with the way his birthday ended after all.