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Hermione took a deep, fortifying breath, and tried not to explode at possibly undeserving partners.
"And just what do you think you’re doing," she stated flatly. After a long, exhausting day battling what seemed to be the majority of the morons that made up their government she had come home to find her two partners on the floor of their flat surrounded by more glitter, stickers and random pieces of card than she had been previously aware existed.
"Ur, hi Mione," said Ron sheepishly, "We can explain?"
Harry took one look at her and asked sympathetically, "The ministry are collectively being morons again aren’t they?"
She sighed, "…Yes, but that’s not the point. What on earth are you both doing?"
"Well," stuttered Ron, his face going a rather tomato-like shade of red. "We noticed that the ponces at the Ministry were being tossers even more than bloody usual this week and also realised that it is 6 months exactly since your birthday tomorrow… so we decided to make cards and celebrate you having survived another half a year without having upped your body count."
Harry shook his head before sighing, "I don’t know how you do it without snapping Mione, but as you can see, our attempt at making you cards didn’t exactly go to plan."
"Bit of an understatement there mate," Ron commented as he surveyed the mountain of glitter, the pieces of card scattered across the floor and the stickers seemingly coating any available surface. It looked like a hurricane had blown through the small flat, leaving debris and, worse, glitter in its wake.
Hermione took a moment to process that, smiled softly and took a deep breath, "I appreciate the gesture, I really do, and it is just what I needed after this day but I also urgently require a long, hot shower and a plate of filling food so I am going to leave you two to it for a bit whilst I check if glitter has made it to the bathroom."
"Since none of us are going to want to cook tonight and I am bloody hungry I’ll use the telephone to ring up the pizza delivery place down the street." insisted Ron. She locked gleeful eyes with Harry, she had known that he had only been pretending to think that it was called a felly-phone. They were absolutely going to tease him about that later.
"We’ll tidy up the mess Mi," Harry promised, "only because it might count as a biohazard though" he added hastily.
"Alright then" she said, and then headed to have what would hopefully be a relaxing shower before spending the evening relaxing with her boys. Really, for all that they could be disasters sometimes she wouldn’t trade them for the world.