Hermione nearly stomped her foot childishly when he didn't comment on the cake. Instead, her eyebrows furrowed together in frustration, and she flailed a bit wildly towards the table to motion to it. Getting angry with him on his birthday hadn't really been on her agenda, but if need be? She would.
Hermione leaned up against the counter, and quirked her eyebrows up at him. Why in the hell was he blushing? She most definitely caught the hint of a blush. "..What did you need to do today, anyways? You seem a bit.. flustered, Ron," she pointed out, motioning her hand lazily to his face and ears.