Disclaimer: If I owned the Harry Potter novels, they would not have been as well written, nor would they have ended as they did. The Wizarding World belongs to J.K. Rowling and those she has sold the rights to.
"Hermione!" Harry called out. Hermione turned around as her best friend ran up to her.
"What Harry?" She snapped, her annoyance making its way into her voice. Of all the days and years for her friends to forget, it was this one.
"I need you to come with me, like, now." He grabbed her hand.
"Fine," she sighed. Whatever problem Harry had, she would deal with it as always without one word of complaint, even if she was totally and completely ignored when things were going well.
"One thing first," he said and then moved before she could stop him. Harry covered her eyes with a piece of fabric and tied it around her head.
"Harry!" She shouted trying to remove it. His hands grabbed her, stopping.
"It's a surprise, okay? I can't let you know where we're going." She gave up arguing with him and followed silently.
It was odd for her to move around this school she knew so well without her sight. In the absence of one sense, her hearing magnified the echoes of their footsteps and her palm felt the contours of Harry's hand all the more as her pulled her along.
"I need to pick you up for a minute," Harry told her.
"What?" She asked, confused.
"Stairs, 'Mione, I don't want you trying to climb them." Hermione smiled at his words. That was sweet of him.
"Okay." She stood awkwardly waiting until she felt one of his arms at her knees and then the sensation of being swung into someone's arms.
"Comfortable?" He asked her.
Hermione nodded and felt him begin to move. A few minutes later she spoke, "Harry? Are we still on the stairs?"
"No, I just thought it'd be easier if I kept carrying you- we've got another flight or two to go. Do you mind?"
"N-no." Hermione replied. Internally she cursed herself. Stuttering? Really. Wasn't she beyond that?
"Here we are," Harry announced, setting her down.
"Can you take the blindfold off now?"
"Not just yet, wait." Hermione pouted. She heard a door open and Harry guided her in ahead of him.
Harry tugged off her blindfold just as she heard "HAPPY BIRTHDAY HERMIONE!"
"You didn't think we forgot did you?" Harry asked her. Around the room were all the Gryffindor Seventh Years, several of the Gryffindor Sixth years and a few people from other houses. There was one long table with food and another with presents.
"I… Thank you," she managed, looking around in shock. She really had thought they'd forgotten her birthday.
"Happy Seventeenth Birthday, Hermione," Ginny hugged her. They led her over to her cake and began to sing. When they finished, she looked down at her cake, took a deep breath and blew out the candles. 'I wish that I will always be able to celebrate my birthday with my friends at my side.'
Years later, she made another wish upon a cake, surrounded by friends and missing those that death had already taken, stealing it in part from a book hadn't read in several years, not since her children were little. 'I wish that if all my friends live to be a hundred and thirty, I want to be a hundred and thirty one minus a day, so that all my birthdays are celebrated with them and I never live to see a birthday I have to celebrate alone.