Harry had remembered Hermione's birthday, if just barely which was something he felt a bit guilty about. After all, it was pretty hard to keep someone's birthday in mind while hoards of Death Eaters where taking over the Wizarding world and life as they knew it was drastically changing. It was also exceptionally hard to get someone a present while they were running from the law. Generally though, Hermione was pretty easy to get gifts for as opposed to other girls. Whether this be because she was practically Harry's sister or because being a book worm all one had to do was find an interesting text to buy her and her eyes lit up. Of course, like Ron, Harry had to resort to what he had on him which was -- not much at all.
Still, Harry and Ron were both terribly thick headed boys at times and while Hermione had packed them all the essentials they would need, it looked as if both Harry and Ron had only rememebered clothes and candy. Having spent the day wandering and thinking a bit, Harry had gone into the tent for a nap and was only just emerging as Ron handed Hermione the sugar quill. A part of him felt like he was intruding on something but what else was he supposed to do? "Happy Bithrday Hermione" Harry said as he approached the pair, hands shoved deep in his pockets as he stood there.