but it hasn't- wait." He stopped in his tracks as a frown formed on his face. "No, it isn't. Our anniversary is the sixth of June."

"The eighth," Hermione corrected dryly. "Nice to see you have the date memorised."

There was an uncomfortable silence as Hermione glared at her husband, Ron opened and closed his mouth several times and Harry looked anywhere other than at his two friends.

"I love you?" Ron eventually croaked.

"So what is it the anniversary of?" Harry interjected when he apparently realised that anything Hermione said was going to cause an argument.

"It's Halloween," she replied in a small voice. The other two looked at her blankly and she got the feeling that she had been making her mistake. Surely they would remember this.

"My parents' deaths?"

Harry's voice broughther out of her worry and her eyes snapped to his in horror.

"Oh! Oh, Harry," she stammered, "I-I completely forgot. I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be – forget I said-"

Harry waved his hand dismissively. Hermione never really understood how he could mention his parents so casually. He rarely seemed upset when they were mentioned in conversation, but Hermione still felt bad. "It's fine," he smiled. "What is it?"

"Ten years ago today, we all became friends," she answered with a shrug. "I just thought we should mark the day."

By the time she had finished talking, Hermione was looking at the desk in front of her. She couldn't see them, but she knew both Harry and Ron were looking at her.

"How?" Ron chuckled.

"Wrestle a troll?" suggested Harry as Hermione looked