Hermione screamed, and tried to duck, but suddenly she felt cold hands on her bare arms pushing her away. She landed on the dewy, muddy grass, on her back and skidded across the muddy grass. Mud had splattered across her face, and there was a riot going on with the owls. Whoever had pushed her was now trying to fight his way through them. but he didn't make it. Hermione heard a shout, and a loud crack. The man had disapparated. The owls had settled down, and perched on the pipes. Quite a few muggles were staring. Hermione blushed, and got up. She shook her hair back, dusted herself off and walked towards the owls. "So, what do you want? Huh?" She put her head in her hands and sighed. "Look at me, Hermione Granger, talking to owls..." She felt a pecking on her leg. She looked down, and an owl was pecking her leg, holding out its own leg which had a letter tied to it. Hermione sighed and opened it fiercly, not in the mood for it. It was the shortest letter she had ever got.

'Remember his birthday'

Hermione stared at it, completely bewildered. She turned it over, to see if there was more, but there wasn't. "Remember whose birthday? What does this mean?" She muttered to herself. "What?" After a bit of thought, she walked through the door, shutting it behind her, and sat down at the kitchen table. Her hair was wet with mud, and so was her jeans and shirt. She went upstairs, got undressed, and got in the shower. It took a few hours before she could get all the mud out oof the strings of her hair. Hermione, still in a bad mood, wrapped herself in a big towel and went downstairs to dry her hair. She was still in her towel 15 minutes later when an owl appeared. She recognized it as Harrys owl, Hagger. Named after how Grawp used to call Hagrid - Hagger. Ha ha, happy days. She smiled and took the letter of Haggers leg, giving him a special owl treat. She laid out the letter and opened it.

Dear Hermione,

Hey, have you checked your calendar lately? Because my birthday's tomorrow, and you haven't said a single word all week. I'm not saying that you've forgotten, it's just that usually you would be boasting to me and Ron about how you got me the best present ever. It's just... un-hermioneish.

And also, I'm having a party in three hours, remember? Of course you remember... Well...

I know you've had loads going on... what with malfoy coming, and ron... okay, never mind about that. But, well it's my twenty-first, and I wanna make it special. Well, it already is special, since Ginny and I are going to rent a room at the leaky cauldron on my birthday and stay there til monday. We're going to go to Diagon Alley and have a few days out, for a change.

So, my place, three hours. Ron and the whole Weasley family are coming, as well as Luna, Neville, and a few other people...

Seeya later,

Love Harry

P.S Hah, this'll brighten up your day, I forgot to tell you! I accidently blew up my cauldron this morning, trying to make a sleeping draught. Ginny wanted me to show her my potion skills, and... as you know, we all hated Snape, so... I don't have many potion skills! Hahaha Ginny is stil trying to get the black off the walls. She had to start doing it the Muggle way!

P.S.S And, I'm sorry if this letter is sort of faded, my ink is running out and my quill has gone a bit wonky.

Hermione stared at the letter, her mouth open a little, dumbstruck. She re-read it a few times. And a few more times. Then literaly almost ripped the calendar off the wall and took a hard look at it. Sure enough, it was on July, and Hermione had wrote in it this morning!

She had wrote 'Harrys birthday! xoxoxoxo' on the 31st. On today she had put 'Remember - buy card from George at the joke shop. Present ?'

Hermione thought for a minute. Well, she needed to have a present in three hours, and needed to go buy a happy birthday blow-up card from George. Hermione got up, her wet hair dry now, and realized she was still in her towel. She sighed, shoved the calendar on the table and got dressed. She put on a white bra, with a purple tank top and a black jacket. She also pulled on some old jeans, and brushed her hair until it was silky soft. She quickly pulled on some makeup, and ran downstairs. She grabbed the calendar, carefully hung it up on the wall... and then something caught her eye. A small piece of old parchment, with a sentance written on it. She grabbed it and read it again.

Remember his birthday

Hermione gasped, again, for like the fifth time today. That was it! She had forgotten aboout Harry's birthday, and this piece told her to remember it. Hermione stood there, dazed at the piece of parchment, before making a sound that sounded like a squeal, whimper and cry at the same time. She put down the piece of parchment, competely bewildered, again, and put her head in her hands. What if the Anonymous letter Malfoy had given her was sending her these? He told her to obey what the owls say...

Obey what the owls say! The owls sent these! Well, posted them, anyway.

Someone was making predictions of what woulld happen in her life! But why, that was the question. And who?

Hermione's mind was finally working like it had in her years of Hogwarts. Figuring out these huge things with ony a small bit of information. That was the real Hermione.

Hermione checked her watch - it was 1:30 - she had 2 hours and a half. Still not knowing what she woud get him as a present, she grabbed his letter and apparated with a loud CRACK.

Hermione appeared right at the start of the north side, where Weasleys Wizard Wheezes was. It was closed, but, figuring that it was George, he would let her in. So she knocked hard. She heard hassle from inside, and the door opened quickly. George was looking down, and his shoes. Trying to figure out how to do the laces, Hermione suspected.

"Hello, I'm sorry but Weasleys Wizard Wheezes is closed, and won't be opening up until 5:30pm. I am sorry for any inconvienece this has caused you. Good day." And he was about to close the door - He hadn't even looked at Hermione! She blocked the door with her foot.

"George, it's me! Hermione!" George finally looked up, and a huge grin lit up on his face.

"Hermione! Hey, how are you? I haven't seen you in yonkerdoodles!" He laughed, and so did Hermione

"I was just about to leave for Harry's birthday party. I promised Ginny I would go early and set up indoor fireworks and changing banners, and all the stuff we make. I was also going to grab some of our blow up balloons! When the birthday person comes into the room, they suddenly burst into fireworks and a huge message lights up the room, saying whatever you want them to say! Perfect, isn't it?" Hermione grinned and nodded.

"Yeah! Harry would love that!" She said excitedly. George laughed.

"So, what did you come here for?" Then Hermione remembered why she came.

"Oh, well, I still need a card for Harry and I was wondering if you had any joke cards - You know, the ones that play music when you open it and pop out singing happy birthday. That sort of thing."
"Do you want his name on the front?" Hermione grinned.

"Yeah!"
"Then follow, moi," he said in a french accent that made Hermione giggle. He looked in one of his cupboards, brought out a card and held up his wand to it. After a few seconds he handed it to her. George smiled as he put his wand away. Hermione wanted to open it.

"No! No, don't open it! Because, it only does its explosion pop out once! After that, it's a normal card that plays happy birthday." Hermione looked at the card. Sure enough, it said Happy Birthday Harry! Then she checked the time.

"Damn... I got less than two hours... Seeya, George!" And she hurried off.

Hermione looked around, trying to find something suitable. Then, Hermione had an idea! She scurried off down the alley.

After all these years, Hermione still hadn't got the hang of where was what in Diagon Alley. She pushed her way through the huge crowds of people, turned the corner, and entered a big shop. The bell rang as she walked through the door. A man came up to her.

"Oh hello! Are you here to buy a cauldron?" Hermione smiled.

"Oh, yes, but not for me. For my friend, Harry Potter. So, what cauldrons have you got?" The man walked around the room.

"Well, over here we have the size 2 cauldrons, that the first years at Hogwarts usually get. We have all the sizes, up to size 7. Which size would you like?" Hermione looked around. Well, the size 2s were way too small... but the size 7s were way too big.

"Hmm... I'll have... a size 5 please!" Hermione smiled. The man walked over to the size 5s.

"Okay, here we have a Pewter cauldron, 21 Galleons. It is quite slow at brewing, and it also more prone to exploding." Hermione shook her head.

"No, thanks. I need a better cauldron, sorry."

"No? Alright, the next step up is a Brass cauldron," He took a cauldron that was light gold from the shelf. "27 Galleons. It brews at a medium speed, usually getting a sleeping draught ready, which is the potion that takes the longest, in about an hour, maybe more. How about that?" Hermione shook her head again.

"No, thanks. What else is there?" The man looked around, and grabbed another cauldron. It was gold and shining.

"Okay, how about this one. A copper cauldron - this is usually the best cauldron Hogwarts students are allowed. It is very fast at brewing and hardly every blows up. It is quite good. 32 Galleons." Hermione smiled.

"Well... I like this one... but aren't there some sort of collapsible or self-stirring ones?" The man reached up to the top shelf and brought out another copper cauldron.

"Yes, this is a collapsible copper cauldron. You can carry it around without having to carry a heavy cauldron - it'll just slip into your bag! Or, there's a self-stirring copper cauldron. It stirs by itself! Which one would you like?" Hermione looked at both.

"Hmm... well, I don't have much time, so I'll just have... the self-stirring copper cauldron, please." The man grinned.

"Okay, that'll be 45 Galleons." Hermione raised her eyebrows. That was loads!

"45 Galleons! But I only have 40 - the cauldrons aren't supposed to go over 40 Galleons, that's what the man said last time I came here!" He smiled.

"Well, that was a different man. Self-stirring cauldrons are 13 Galleons on its own, add the cost of the copper to the self-stirring, that's 45 Galleons." Hermione sighed.

"Ughh no, now I have to go back to Gringotts! Please, keep it for me, I'll be back in a bit!" He nodded and Hermione rushed off.

She was about half the way to Gringotts when she bumped into someone - literally. She as walking, not looking where she was going, and almost fell over on top of a blonde-haired boy.

"Woah!" He shouted, laughing. Hermione got up.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry, I was just going to-" She looked down. It was Malfoy.

Sorry that this is sort of going slow, and draco isn't in it much yet, but I have an awesome plot ;)

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