up to see them both looking faintly amused.

Really, she should have known that they wouldn't care, but laughing at her hurt more than she expected it to.

"I know it isn't the day we all became friends," she backtracked, "you two had your anniversary first of September-"

"I forgot that one as well," Ron cut in.

"Again," Harry sighed heavily.

Ron turned to him, a heartfelt apology written all over his face. "Sorry, Harry."

This apparently wasn't enough for Harry, who was straightening the parchment on his desk, staring at his hand intently. "I had the whole night planned," he muttered. "Bought those scented candles you like and everything."

"You've still got Ginny?"

Harry shrugged. "It's not the same."

Hermione looked from to the other. Ron appeared to be genuinely upset by Harry's melancholy tone. "Sometimessay as she adjusted her bag on her shoulder and starting backing away from them. She was trying to make her exit dignified, but deep down she knew she was acting childishly.

"No. I get it," she said in a clipped voice. She turned and hoped she reached the door before she did something truly silly like start crying.

"Bloody hell - Hermione!" Ron groaned behind her, but it didn't make her stop. If she were honest with herself, Hermione didn't know why this meant so much to her. It was just another day after all. It didn't mean Ron and Harry didn't think a lot about their friendship or anything.

Still, she thought as she approached the door, they could act like the day their lives had intertwined and changed