Draco’s Worst, Best Birthday 

June 5th

Blaise’s wand went off alerting him that someone was intruding in his boss's office. Good thing he was already in the lifts going back up from lunch himself. While he waited for the blasted thing to reach the department of mysteries level, he went through the protocol. 

• Immediately cast an Incarcerous Curse at the intruder. (even if was Harry bloody Potter) 
• Send a patronus alerting his boss of the intrusion. 
• Began questioning the intruder until she arrives.
• Under no circumstance leave them alone in her office by themselves.

They were simple rules really and should have been easy to follow… but this is Blaise we are talking about. 

He found the first rule hilarious. When his boss first laid out the protocols for her office security, she told him to immediately cast an Incarcerous Curse on the intruder. He had only been joking when he asked, ‘what if it were Potter or Weasley’. 

“I don’t care who it is. If Harry bloody Potter enters my office without my permission, he deserves to be tied up and interrogated.” She said matter of factly. 

Blaise thought she was brutal to throw her best friend, the boy who lived, under the bus like that. But who was he to judge? He would do the same. Except he was a Slytherin it was expected of him. 

“About bloody fucking time.” He huffed out loud as the lift reached the 3rd floor. 

Everyone else in the lift gave him a disgusted look. He was used to those looks by now but that didn’t mean he had to be nice about it. 

“What the fuck are you looking at?” He growled as he was rushing out the door's, shoulder checking Finegan from games and sports. 

He turned left when he got out of the lift and headed straight for Granger's office. 

They had been working together as unspeakables for 3 years when he moved back to England from Italy. This past year she preceded him and had now become his boss. 

9 months ago, someone told her about his side hobby, learning everything he could about casting wards. It was something he really enjoyed doing. He knew the ins and outs of them for no other reason than they fascinated him. She asked him to show her what he could do. After he impressed her, she gave him a promotion. Now, he was in charge of security for the whole department. 

He should have been mad at the ‘someone’ who told her of his secret hobby but seeing as he now got to work in a field he was interested in. He let it slide. 

Blaise had a minute and a half left before the stunning jinx, that he had applied to her wards, wore off. He would be there in 30 seconds. 

There were so many other fun jinxes he could have added but she was no fun. The stunning jinx was the only jinx she would allow him to set. It was also the only jinx that lasted 3 minutes. She had told him he should be able to get to her office from anywhere in the ministry within that time. Apparently, she had calculated it herself. 

He took her word for it. 

Blaise listened at her door and didn’t hear anything. Of course he didn’t, they were stunned. 

He took her wards down the proper way and opened the door with caution. Blaise almost tripped after seeing who was stunned. There laying on her floor was the one and only red headed twat, Weasley. 

Blaise sighed. 

With a swish of his wand, he lifted him up and set him on a chair she had in the corner of her office. He waited for a couple more seconds when the stun would be lifted, then he cast an Incarcerous Curse on him. By the look on the twat’s face, he was not pleased. 

“Zabini. I’ll have your job for this!” Weasley yelled, straining against the invisible strings, his face red with anger. 

Blaise rolled his eyes at him looking bored. “You do know how the spell works right? I have to drop it before you can move.” He said matter of factly with his brow raised. 

“Fuck you! Let me go!” Weasley growled, his eyes betraying him for only a second, showing Blaise he was scared. 

Interesting. He filed that away for later. 

“Now, now, that’s no way to speak to your captor, is it?” Blaise asked smugly. “What the hell do you think you are doing in Granger's office anyway?” 

“None of your business?” Weasley snapped back. 

Blaise was already growing impatient, but he knew his secondary charm would activate any second now that the stunning spell had lifted. He crossed his arms and stepped forward. 

“As head of her security. It is my business!” He spat out, stabbing his finger against the gits chest, forcing him to sit back. 

It was then that he noticed the redhead wasn’t even paying attention to him. He was searching the floor as if he had lost something.
For a second Blaise wondered if the idiot had come into Granger's room to steal something? Or maybe he was coming to plant something. He quickly dismissed those ideas. The wanker didn’t have enough brains for that. That fact was made obvious by him tripping her wards. 

Blaise cocked his head curiously at the git, wondering what he was looking for. Then walked over to stand beside Weasley so he could see from his vantage point.

“What are you looking…” Blaise’s eyes fell to the item the red head was looking for and burst out laughing. “Holy shit. You are dumb.”

He sauntered over to the corner of Grangers desk, bent down, and picked up the tiny teal box that had a delicate little bow wrapped around it. He straightened up, grinning at the loser, then opened it with a flourish. Sure enough, it was what he thought it was - an engagement ring. 

He snapped it back shut and threw it up in the air catching it, toying with the git. 

“What were you planning to do with this?” Blaise asked, playing with the box. 

“Ask Hermione to marry me.” He spat out then his eyes bulged.  

Blaise smirked at him. “I wasn’t aware you and Granger were even dating.”

He knew for a fact they were not dating because he also knew who she was dating and was probably the only one who knew. 

“We have gone on quite a few dates.” Weasley said, then frowned. “Why the bloody hell am I telling you this anyways?” 

Blaise grinned. “It’s a charm I added to the wards around her office. My invention, do you like it?” He asked, clearly proud of himself. “Once it’s triggered it works similarly to Verita serum. Makes it easy getting questions answered when I find unwanted people breaking and entering.”

The gits face turned as red as his hair, and he started sputtering. “I didn’t mean to break in. I was just coming to surprise her.”

“Hmmm, with a ring?” Blaise asked, opening and closing the ring box in question. 

“Yes.” Weasley hissed his reply. Eyeing the ring box in Blaise’s hand. 

“A ring you plan on using to ask her to marry you with even though you aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend?” His tone was filled with amusement and disbelief. 

“It’s complicated. We are supposed to end up together.” Blaise barely heard him mumble.  

“Hmm, I can tell that’s what you think.” Blaise said, arching his brow at him. He sighed. “Well, we will just have to see what Granger says when she gets back from lunch.” Blaise casually checked the time. “Which will be in about 30 minutes.”

He held the ring box up, inspecting it one last time before shutting it with a loud snap. Then he carefully set it on Weasley’s lap. 

“If you’d like, you could practice what you’re going to say to her, on me.” Blaise said as he walked over then leaned against Granger's desk, casually crossing his dragon hide boots and folding his arms. 

“Fuck you!” Weasley spat out. His face was red with a mix of anger and humiliation. 

Blaise shrugged, as a smile spread across his face. “I was trying to be nice.”

They were both silent for a while, it gave Blaise time to think. He knew he was supposed to be doing something else. Then a familiar voice brought him back to the room. 

“Has anyone seen Ron Weasley?” He heard Potter ask in the distance.

Before he could think things through, he had silenced and disillusioned Weasley. It was out of instinct really. Blaise had every right to be there, it was his job to catch people breaking and entering. Which was exactly what Weasley had done. He was sure Potter wouldn’t see it that way. 

Seconds later Potter's head popped into the room. 

“Zabini! What are you doing in Hermione’s office?” He asked, with that protective look on his face. 

“My wand went off saying someone breached her wards.” He replied, frowning at the question.

“Looks clean to me.” Potter walked in and glanced around. 

“Mmhmm, seems to be.” Blaise agreed. 

Blaise had heard that Potter was a great Auror, but he was seriously questioning his skills at that very moment. Aurors were specifically trained to spot disillusionments. Yet Potter hadn’t seen the one Blaise had casted on his friend sitting in the corner chair. And Blaise was claiming to be no expert at the charm. He must either not be as good as people say or was very distracted. 

“Have you seen Ron? I’ve been trying to find him before he goes and does something stupid.” Potter asked, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. 

Blaise crossed his arms and asked his own question. He wasn’t going to be caught in a lie. “What is he trying to do?” 

“He’s being dumb. I’ve tried to talk him out of it, but he won’t see reason.” Potter sighed then seemed to realize who he was talking to and closed his mouth to not divulge too much information. 

He cleared his throat. “Actually, since you're here Zabini, I’ve been meaning to speak with you. Hermione said you specialize in wards and warding specific things. Would you mind coming to my office and having a chat with me?”

Blaise looked at the chair the red headed twat sat in. He wasn’t going anywhere. He figured it wouldn’t take too terribly long to talk to Potter. 

“Sure, let me just ward this place back up.”

They both walked out of the office. With several flicks and swishes of his wand, the wards were safely back up. He paused for a second because he remembered he was supposed to send Granger a patronus alerting her that someone had entered. After some quick thinking he figured it didn’t really matter. He had 25 minutes before she was due back. Surely no one would try to enter her room in 25 minutes, plus he was hoping this conversation with Potter would be over before then. 

He turned and followed Potter to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement level. 

~***~

Draco sat at his desk alone on the floor of the DMLE twirling his wand. Everyone was at lunch, and he was furious. Potter had told him to go home because it was his birthday. He didn’t want to go home because it was his fucking birthday. He wanted to work, thank you very much! 

Then to add to his annoyance, when he tried to plan his lunch break, the one person he wanted to have lunch with had a meeting. She had already skipped breakfast for a meeting. He didn’t even want to think about why she couldn’t have dinner with him. No, that would anger him even more. 

Draco was starting to think it was the worst birthday ever. Ok he was being a little dramatic, it wasn’t the worst, but it had to be one of the top 15 worst, at least. 

He heard the lifts ding and glanced over to see who had gotten back early. Maybe he could pick a fight and make himself feel better. 

No luck, it was only Potter and Zabini. He wondered what the fuck Potter had roped Zabini into. Draco glared; it better have nothing to do with him. 

Potter headed straight to him and caught his wand that he had started throwing up in the air after the twirling made him board. 

“I thought I told you to go home Malfoy!” Potter said too forcefully for his liking. 

“And I told you to fuck off, Potter. But instead, you go tattle to my best mate to see if he would try and convince me?” He crossed his arms and lifted a brow. Yes, he was pouting. It was his birthday; he was allowed too. 

Blaise’s hands went up. “He said he needed to see me about wards.”

Draco nodded remembering he did tell Potter to talk to Zabini about his vast knowledge about wards. Potter wanted to learn how to ward certain items without using blood magic. If anyone knew how, it would be Blaise. 

“Go! Home!” Potter said loudly, chucking Draco’s wand on his desk. Then he turned on his heel for his office. 

“Mate, have I got the best present for you! Drinks at your place tonight. Oh, and make sure you have the pensive ready. I just came from apprehending someone on level 3.” He grinned. “I’m not telling you who, you just have to wait to watch the memory.” He tapped his head then rushed off to follow Potter. 

“I don’t know why I’m friends with him.” Draco mumbled, grabbing his wand. 

Just when he was going to start throwing it back up in the air, a letter came fluttering over his head and landed on his desk, falling open gracefully. 

Malfoy, 

Your services are needed on the unspeakables level immediately!!! 

-HG  

Draco massaged his temples. What the fuck did she want? He was already having a bad day. Only thing seeing her was going to do was make it worse. 

He sighed, at least he didn’t have to go home yet. 

Draco dragged his feet to the lifts and pressed the number 3 button.  

In no time he was knocking on Granger's office door, which was usually open. 

She opened it, yanked him in by his tie, shut the door back, cast a silencing and locking charm on the door then started devouring his lips. 

Draco didn’t react because he was still angry. But her lips on his were so soft and warm and she smelled so damn good. The way she was running her tongue around his lips made him want to open up, but he couldn’t. Draco wouldn’t push her away, but he also wouldn’t reciprocate. 

She kissed down his jaw to his neck and started sucking hard. Fuck! She knew how that turned him on. 

Her marking him as hers. But no one would ever know who put those love bites there because she would never tell anyone about them. 

They had been seeing each other for the last nine months. Draco was ready to shout to the world he was with her. It had only taken him two months to become smitten with her. Hermione on the other hand was a different story. She wasn’t ready, wouldn’t even call him her boyfriend behind closed doors. To make matters worse she had continued to go on dates. 

The date she was going on for dinner that night, was the reason he wasn’t having a great day. When he remembered that little nugget he sighed. 

“What do you need, Granger?” He said in the most bored tone he had. 

She continued licking and sucking his neck. He knew he would be full of love bites when she was done with him. It would have been a great birthday present… except she had a dinner date. 

“Granger, is it? I’m doing my best work here and you’re calling me, Granger?” She licked his ear and palmed his already hardening cock. 

He stilled her hand. 

“Granger, I have to work.” He replied in a clipped tone. 

Finally realizing his mood, she stepped back. 

“You’re mad?” She looked at him with those sad beautiful chocolate eyes. 

He wanted to take her in his arms and brush everything off, to be enveloped in her touch. But the memories of her going on those damn dates haunted him. ‘They were just for appearances.’ She claimed. Which he believed but it didn’t make it hurt any less when he saw the photos plastered all over the paper. They never had a photo in the paper. It stung. He took energy from that pain. 

“Of course I’m mad, Granger! Did you think I would be happy when you told me you had a date tonight?” Draco didn’t like raising his voice to her, but he was angry. He stepped forward jabbing a finger at his chest. “On my fucking birthday with the one and only Ronald fucking Weasley?! You’re not dumb. You knew how hurt I would be.” He shouted, voice cracking at the end. 

She reached out to him, delicately putting a palm on each side of his face. “Baby, baby listen to me...”

Draco stepped back; he couldn’t let her touch him. He had things he needed to say, to get out. “Don’t- Don’t call me baby.” His voice broke as he shook his head and closed his eyes. His heart was breaking even more while the next sentence left his mouth. “Not anymore. I can’t do this, whatever we are doing, anymore Granger. It hurts… you hurt me too much.” When he opened his eyes, a few tears escaped, trailing down his cheek. “It’s one thing for me to hear about the date from you but it’s plastered all over the bloody newspaper.  ‘THE GOLDEN GIRLS NEW BOY TOY’ complete with a lovely photo for all the world to see.”

“Draco…” she pleaded walking forward. 

He interrupted her and stepped back again. “I’ll never be the one on the front page with you.” He shook his head and wiped his hand down his face. “Look, I know I probably deserved all of this hurt because I did worse to you. But I can’t...”

Before he could finish, she rushed up and kissed him. This time he let himself kiss her back because he needed the bandage of her touch. That feeling that she cared for him. He needed a moment to feel that because it would probably be the last time. 

Their tongues met and danced together, as more tears fell from his eyes…. it was their last dance, it had to be. She tasted so good. He knew he would never taste anything as sweet as her. Draco savored the kiss for what it was, his last goodbye. 

She started peppering his face with kisses. 

“Granger, you have to stop. You know how much I care about you. I love you and probably always will, but this is tearing me apart, watching you on the sideline, dating all these guys.” He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I’m a selfish man; I need you all to myself, but you don’t want that. And I understand why. So just let me go.” He begged. 

Draco pulled her hands off of him, kissed her forehead and stepped away. 

“I’m sorry, I thought I could deal with only having a piece of you.” He turned around and grabbed the door handle. 

“Draco, wait!” She pleaded. 

He leaned his forehead on the door. “Please, Granger… don’t make this any harder.” 

“You promised! You promised me I could give you a birthday present.” She said in a shaky voice. “Just… are you going to keep that promise before you go?” Granger asked. 

Draco sighed deeply then turned around. He noticed she had tears streaming down her face. It hurt him seeing her like that, reaching up he wiped the tears away with his thumb.

They had an argument last week over his birthday. He had told her he didn’t want to celebrate it. She tried talking him into at least having a few friends over. When he said no, she made him promise he would at least let her give him a gift. So, he had promised if she didn’t make him have a party he would accept a gift from her. 

The problem was what he wanted (exclusivity) she would never give him. Draco wanted to tell her no. He didn’t want anything else to remember her by. Whatever she had for him would just be a reminder of what he couldn't have. But he would never break a promise that he made her. He tucked a stray curl behind her ear, his fingers brushing against her cheek. 

“Of course, even though I told you I wanted nothing. But Granger, this is not going to change my mind.” He sighed; his decision had been made. He would be leaving her office and never looking back. 

She took a deep breath, wiped her eyes with the back of her hands and put on a determined face. 

Draco couldn’t help but smirk at her, she was so stubborn, always wanting things to go her way. He crossed his arms over his chest, trying to show some semblance of strength. 

“We’ll see, I might change your mind with my present. But first…” She cupped his cock over his pants forcefully, he grunted because fuck did that hurt and feel good at the same time. “Cease with the Granger. It’s pissing me off.”

“Sorry princess, but when I’m angry at you it helps me to focus.” He knew she loved it when he used her first name. He also knew she hated to be called princess the most. 

She squeezed a little harder and he groaned. 

“Stop being angry, you know what I want to hear. It’s part of your birthday present.” She glared up at him. 

She looked so fucking cute when she tried to take control. Fuck he needed to focus. 

Draco chuckled. “A part of my birthday present is calling you by your name. How is that fair?”

She shrugged. 

He rolled his eyes. “Fine, Hermione, but this changes nothing. I can’t do this anymore.” He frowned as he batted her hand away. 

“Shhh! I don’t want to hear that. Like I said, I'm going to change your mind. Very, very slowly.” She said as she trailed her finger down his chest to his pants, where she started taking off his belt. 

Draco lifted a brow at her. “My rule still stands even on my birthday. So, if you think we are having sex…” 

She shut him up by kissing him, distracting him was more like it. Seconds later he felt her warm hand wrapped around his cock and pulled it out of his pants. Draco let her guide him to sit on her desk as she attacked his lips and stroked his cock. He was blinded by how fucking good it felt. 

“Hermione, I’m serious.” He growled against her lips. Draco knew she was getting the upper hand. He needed to take back control, but he didn’t know how. He loved the damn witch. 

They had a few rules with their… whatever they were doing. One, no kissing other people in public unless it was on the cheek. Draco was having a hard enough time with Hermione dating; he didn't want to see her caught snogging on the front page of the prophet. Two, no having sex with anyone until they decided if they were an official thing or not (really that decision was up to her). 

Granger had continued dating other people because it was easier for her to explain her absence to her friends, especially when she was spending so much time with Draco. All she would have to say is that she was with whoever the prophet reported her dating that week. That and as long as she was out publicly dating and the reporters got their photo, they didn’t dig too much into her private love life. 

She had told him that she didn’t mind if he did the same. Well, he did mind, he didn’t want to be seen on the arm of anyone else. 

That second rule went for them as well. It was one Draco insisted on. He wouldn’t agree to have sex with her until she agreed to be his girlfriend. They did a lot of other stuff, but his cock never went inside her cunt. The only other thing they hadn’t done was her give him a blow job. She said she didn’t like to give them, and he was fine with that. 

That was until he saw her sitting on her knees before him. His mind had been racing that he hadn’t even noticed when she got down there.

“Hermione, what are you doing?” Draco said in a suspicious tone, tilting his head to the side. She looked so fucking beautiful down there on her knees. Her mouth inches from his cock. 

“I told you I didn’t like to give blow jobs. Right?” She asked sweetly. 

He swallowed hard, his breath staggered because she was still jerking him off and his dick was so fucking close to her mouth if she would just turn her head a little to the left… 

“I said right.” She said much louder, making his eyes snap to hers. 

“Right-right and I said I didn’t mind.” Draco said in a strained voice as he looked from his cock to her mouth to her eyes. What was she thinking, that giving him a blow job would make him stay? He needed to stop her, to tell her… Draco closed his eyes, losing his train of thought because he could feel Hermione’s hot breath on his dick as she let out a sigh. 

“What if I only told you I didn’t like giving blow jobs because I had never done it before?” She asked.

It took a minute for him to register what she had said. He looked back at her, and her cheeks were pink. He smiled softly and grazed her cheek with the back of his fingers. “It’s fine Hermione. I would never force you to do something you didn’t want to do.”

“What if I do want to?” She said then she licked his cock from the base all the way to the tip, circling the crown. 

“Oh fuck! Wait… shit!” Draco couldn’t believe what he was watching or the words that had come out of her mouth. The mouth that was currently very very close to his dick. He started breathing heavily. Wasn’t he supposed to be making her stop?

“What if I told you I taught myself how to suck your dick using some of the toys we bought? All because I want to experience this for the first time with you.” Without another word, she dove in. 

“Hermione!” Her name came out of his mouth strangled. Draco's head was spinning, his knuckles were white from gripping the desk so hard as he braced himself on it. He had to hold on to something, so he didn’t collapse on top of her. 

Draco would have been happy at just the knowledge of her teaching herself with those muggle sex toys. He would have had fun imagining which ones she used. That would have been a great present. But this witch was an overachiever. She wanted him to see her oral presentation. He wondered how many nights she studied because those lessons were paying off. 

She swirled her tongue around his dick while it was inside her mouth. Draco thought he was going to come unglued. His heart was racing. As she bobbed and sucked. Fuck if it wasn’t a glorious sight. 

Someone banged on her door as she slowly drew his dick out of her mouth with a pop at the end. 

“Fucking hell! Are you trying to kill me?” He said as he tried to catch his breath. 

She cast a spell against her door to see who was knocking, Zabini.

Well fuck. 

“That was one, I have to answer before he knocks a third time, or he will enter anyway.” She said nonchalantly. 

Without any warning she started sucking his cock again. This time she was massaging his balls at the same time. Fuck, she knew what she was doing. 

He watched his dick disappear in her mouth, and it was the best sight he had seen ever. 

Draco looked up at the second knock and it wasn’t till then that he noticed she left the door transparent. Somehow that aroused him more. Knowing Blaise was just on the other side. It looked like he was watching her suck his cock. He looked back at Hermione, and she was watching him. 

Slowly she released his dick again with a pop. 

“You think you can be quiet?” She asked as she started pumping him. 

He shook his head yes. He almost told her to silence him if she wanted too. 

She licked some pre-come off the tip before canceling the silencing spell around her office. 

“Can I help you Zabini?” She asked right before she started sucking him off again. 

Now this was fucking hot. She was talking to Zabini while he watched… well he was technically not really watching but fuck it looked like it. Beads of sweat were forming on his face as he tried his best to stay quiet. 

“Uhhh Granger? Can I see you?” Blaise asked. Draco almost replied no. 

She twirled her tongue around the tip of his dick again and he almost moaned out loud. He bit his cheek and squeezed his eyes closed. 

“Zabini, I’m awfully busy. It can’t be as important as what I’m already doing can it?” She asked as if she hadn’t just had his dick in her mouth. Fuck had she thought sucking him off was important. He had to file that away for later. 

“Well, kind of… Define important.” Zabini said as Hermione took Draco’s dick in her mouth as far as she could, bumping the back of her throat. 

Draco was done with Zabini being at the door. 

“Is there a fucking fire somewhere?” Draco practically yelled. 

He hadn’t meant the words to leave his mouth, he only thought it, but fuck Zabini was being slow at saying why the fuck he was interrupting his birthday blowjob. 

There was a short pause where all he could hear was Hermione slurping as if she had no care in the world. 

“Draco, are you in there?” He whisper-shouted.

Hermione hummed with his dick in her mouth, and he almost came. 

“Fuck!” He shouted. He couldn’t help it she was doing so fucking good. She pinched his leg. 

“Ouch, what the fuck did you pinch me for?” He asked. 

She pointed at the door. 

Oh, right Zabini. 

“Um, can you come back later? I’m having a meeting with Auror Malfoy.” Hermione smirked. 

“I think you want to hear about this.” Zabini replied. 

Fucking Blaise, whatever he had to say must not be that big of an emergency. Draco could see him, he didn’t look in a hurry or flustered, just impatient. 

“Fuck off, Zabini she said later” Draco grunted out as his dick hit the back of Hermione’s throat again. 

Blaise knew what they were doing, he had known what they had been doing for the past nine months. 

Draco heard him say ‘your funeral’ but he walked away. 

Draco sent a few wandless charms at the door, making it opaque again and silencing it. 

“Fuck, Hermione. You are doing such a good job.” He said out of breath. Then caressed her curls as she bobbed and swished her tongue around his dick. 

He couldn’t believe she was doing this for him, she learned only for him. His fucking girl… wait, no… not anymore… not ever really. 

Draco’s eyes went dark because he remembered… he was supposed to be breaking up with her or calling off whatever they had. She didn’t belong to him. 

Hermione must have noticed his change in attitude because she stopped and got his attention. 

“Hey, look at me.” She said gently, placing a palm on his cheek as she stood up. 

Draco met her chocolate eyes and they sparkled with pride at what she had just done. He was proud of her too, but his heart ached a little more.

“I think you are ready for your present.” She said shyly. 

Draco sighed. “I thought that was my present.”

She shook her head, swishing her hair and oh did he love how those curls bounced. 

“That was to get you ready for your main present…” She vanished her clothes and was left with nothing but green lingerie. 

“Fuck Me!” Draco breathe out, his eyes widening as he took in every piece of her. There she stood in a lacy bodysuit that was crotchless and had a cutout bra. 

Draco’s heart began pounding faster. He started shaking his head and closed his eyes, trying to block her from his view. He couldn’t see her like this, not today… not when… it was going to end. 

“Why would you do this to me? Please tell me you didn’t just give me a blow job so I would stay.” He whispered his voice full of so much sadness. 

Draco should have stopped her from sucking him off, hell he should have stopped her at the first kiss. But he had rejected her so much while they were in school, he had vowed never to do it again. It was how he found himself to be in the situationship they were in. He didn’t want to tell her no, especially when all he wanted to do was say yes. He just wished she would say yes to him. 

“Because” she said softly, rubbing his cheeks with her thumbs, coaxing him to open his eyes. She brought his face up to look at her. “I want to have sex with my boyfriend.”

“Hermione, I told you the rules… wait what did you just say?” Draco stared at her in disbelief, his mind struggling to believe she said what he thought she said. 

“I. Want. To. Have. Sex. With. My. Boyfriend.” She repeated softly, kissing him in between words. 

Draco gazed deeply in her eyes searching for any doubt she might have. He found none; she was sincere. 

“Hermione don’t play with me. I can’t take it. It has to be all or nothing. I don’t want to hide. I can’t. It hurts too much.” His voice breaking towards the end. Draco needed her to understand how serious he was about them. He didn’t want to be in the shadows anymore. 

Hermione took another step closer and reached behind him. “Draco, will you be my boyfriend?” 

“Hermione, are you sure? I need to know this isn’t some game.” He whispered 

“Draco, this is how sure I am.” She handed him a piece of paper that she retrieved from her desk. 

He carefully took it from her. It was the relationship form you have to fill out when you enter into a serious relationship with someone in the ministry, no matter what division. At the bottom was her name, Potter's name and Shacklebolt's name. Draco read it all over again, then he realized what she had done, and his eyes snapped back to hers. 

“You told Potter about us?” If that was true, that was a big deal, huge.

She smiled sweetly and hummed. “Over breakfast this morning.”

His heart began to race. She told her best friend. 

“Why? You could have gotten Zabini to sign as a witness. You didn’t have to tell him.” He was still in disbelief. Trying to guard his heart. 

Draco looked down. She lifted his head back up. 

“I wanted to tell him. It’s one of my presents to you.” She said with a sheepish grin. 

“What about the Weasel?” He frowned, remembering they had a ‘date’ tonight. 

“That was going to be another present for you.” She added. 

“Ha! Some present!” Draco sputtered. 

“Listen…. I was going to tell him that if he wanted to continue having weekly dinners with me it would have to include someone else. A man I was currently in love with.” Hermione said matter of factly. 

His heart really stopped beating then. He called her love a lot as a term of endearment, may have actually said he loved her a few times as well but she had never told him she loved him. 

“What did you just say?” He heard her but needed to hear her say it again. 

“I said that I was currently in love with a man.” She grinned knowing damn well what he wanted to hear. 

“Oh, you are? Who is this man?” He asked playfully.

Draco pulled her closer to him slowly letting himself believe he might truly be getting his birthday wish after all. He tried and failed to hide his grin from her. 

“The only man who has ever had my heart. Draco, I’m sorry for hurting you. You didn’t deserve that. I promise if you will give me a chance…”

Draco cut her off because he just couldn’t stand there anymore not kissing his girlfriend. 

The kiss was hard,  all teeth and tongue. He devoured her like he was a dying man and her kiss was the only thing keeping him alive.

She vanished his clothes and he picked her up and traded places with her. Setting her on her desk. 

Draco got down on his knees and scooted her butt to the edge of the desk. She caught herself with her hand as he lifted each leg over his shoulder. 

“What are you doing?” She frowned at him.

“I’m eating the birthday cake my girlfriend so kindly brought me.”  He smirked at her.

She giggled until he licked the pink of her folds then she moaned. He blew on her clit licking all around the outside, not daring to go in until he had her all worked up. 

“Baby, as much as I lo-love this…  I have mm-meeting in 30 minutes.” Hermione stuttered. 
She was already breathing heavily as she tried and failed to be serious with him because seconds later he had her begging.  
“More Draco, please.”

He chuckled under his breath and licked one long lick making sure to flick her clit at the end. “So needy, pretending you have a meeting, tsk tsk.”

“Seriously, Zabini will come in and get me before I’m late for it.” She said out of breath.

He chose to believe her and knew the deal they had. It was the only way for her to be on time to any function and make sure she didn’t overwork herself. 

“Fine, I won’t tease too much. But you're staying at my place tonight.” He compromised. Then Draco licked her nice and slow before dipping a little inside. 

“Right?” He asked as he attacked her core, his tongue was relentless he thrust it in and out of her.

“Yes, yes.” She breathed out. 

He didn’t know if she was saying yes to the feeling or to his answer but she said it twice so he took it as confirmation. 

“And Weasley? You’re going to stand him up, yes?” Now he was just toying with her. Trying to get her to agree to anything he said. 

He moved to made figure eights around her clit. 

“Oh gods, right there.” She was trembling. 

Draco licked, sucked and flicked her little bundle of nerves. Then added a finger and started pumping inside of her. 

“You're going to stand up Weasley right?” Draco asked again stopping the attack on her clit

“Yes, anything just don’t… don’t.” 

He had her moaning and screaming his name while she came in minutes. Draco lapped up all of her juices not letting any go to waste. 

He immediately switched tactics and began attacking her tits next. He sucked and nipped at her breast as she came down from her climax. He wanted every part of her, right then, on her desk. “Hermione, I wanted to fuck you properly for the first time on a bed. But since you’ve been a naughty little girl, making me wait so long to be your boyfriend. I should take you right here on your desk. What do you have to say about that?” Draco asked as he jerked himself off rubbing the tip at her entrance. 

“Baby, please fuck me already.” She begged. 

“Well since you asked so nicely.” Draco watched her face as he slowly entered her and bottomed out. He wanted to memorize that face. It said nothing and everything at once. It said welcome home. 

She was so tight and fit him like a glove. He felt like he could stay there forever. 

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him lovingly. Soft and sweet kisses, then she wiggled letting him know he needed to move. 

Slowly he withdrew almost all the way out of her, then he looked down and watched as he disappeared inside. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. The second being watching his dick disappear in her mouth. 

He leaned his forehead on hers and set the pace thrusting in and out of her. 

“Gods, you're gorgeous. So tight for me, love.”

“It’s always been for you, Draco. I love you.”

“I love you too, Hermione.” Draco said as he picked up the pace slamming into her. 

Heavy breathing and the sound of bodies slapping together weren’t all you could hear. Hermione’s moans and purrs also filled the room. Along with her saying ‘yes, right there’ and ‘don’t stop’. 

They were just a few of Draco’s new favorite sounds. He had made her moan before but the idea of his dick making her make those noises were what fueled him. He vowed to eventually find all the pretty sounds she could make. 

Draco dipped his hand down to massage that bundle of nerves. Then he started sucking her tits which made her moan even more than she already was. 

“Draco, I’m gonna…”

“Look at me., love. I was to see your face when you come on my cock.” He told her.

She obeyed, her brown eyes met his gray. 

“I want you to come now, my beautiful girlfriend.” Draco whispered as he sped up his finger at her little nub.

She came crying his name, and what a beautiful sound it was. 

He continued fucking her through her orgasum but he was also close. 

“I’m fixing to come,” his breathing became staggered. “Do you… do you want me to pull out?” He asked. They had never talked about it and he didn’t want to just assume.

“Don’t you dare.” She whispered. “I want you to come inside of me, please Draco Malfoy. I need you filling me up.” Then licked his ear.

“Fuck, Hermione!” That was all it took. He came with her name leaving his lips as she peppered his face with kisses and praises. 

As he caught his breath, he couldn’t shake the thought: just a few minutes earlier he claimed the day to be among the top 15 worst birthdays he had experienced. Draco laughed and shook his head as he pulled out of her and cast a few cleaning spells as well as the contraceptive charm. 

“What’s so funny?” Hermione asked as she gave him his clothes. 

“This morning, I was thinking about how today was one of my top 15 worst birthdays. Now, I can’t help but think it has been my favorite ever.” Draco grinned then he paused, dressing himself to take in the gorgeous sight in front of him. Watching her dress was so intoxicating. He loved knowing the flush she had all over her body was from him making her come undone. He growled when she bent over putting her shoes back on. If only they had more time.

Hermione glanced up at him through her lashes and shook her head no. It was like she knew what he was thinking. He took a deep breath to clear his mind and finally decided to get dressed himself. Zabini would have no shame in busting through the door if they weren’t out on time. 

Once they were both properly clothed, they had 5 minutes left. He sat in her office chair and patted his lap for her to sit. She did, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She dipped in to give him a kiss only he turned her head and he attacked her neck. Draco sucked, hard, marking her for all to see. Then he licked and blew on the mark easing the pain. He sat back marveling at the redness knowing it would discolor in a bit. 

Hermione grabbed his face and moved it side to side inspecting his neck. “You have 4,” she admitted proudly. 

He smiled then kissed her lips. “I’ll catch up,” he said, then he frowned remembering something he had said earlier. “Hey, you don’t really have to stand up Weasley. You know I would never make you do that to one of your friends. It was just nice to hear while I was licking that delicious cunt of yours.”

Hermione swotted at him but there was no malice behind it. She looked at him then cocked her head to the side. “Why don’t you come with me?” She offered. 

“On your date?” He laughed, not believing what his ears had just heard. 

She shook her head. “It’s not a date! It’s dinner with a friend. That’s all it’s ever been. Since I’ll be telling him I have a boyfriend he might as well go ahead and meet you..”

Draco hummed. “I love hearing you call me that,” He kissed her temple. “but he’s not going to take it well, love.”

Everyone knew that the redheaded git was in love with her. They also knew he hated Draco. In no reality was he going to accept them dating. Draco felt a little bad knowing that the conversation wasn’t going to go well. 

“He doesn’t have to.” She shrugged. 

“I'm in love with you. I’m sorry it took so long for me to realize.” She snuggled into him. 

Draco didn’t know just how much he would love those words coming out of her mouth. His heart swelled. “Hermione, every time you say those words it heals my heart.” He admitted, with a dopey smile on his face. 

She looked up at him, kissed him softly on each cheek. “I love you,” she whispered. She moved to his forehead, placing a gentle kiss. “I love you,” she repeated. She kissed the tip of his nose, making him chuckle. “I love you,” she smiled, then kissed each side of his neck. “I love you, baby,” she breathed into him, making him shiver. 

Finally she captured his lips with her own. He felt every ounce of love she poured into that kiss, she didn’t even need to say it but she did anyway. “Je t’aime, Draco,” she murmured against his lips.

“Fuck! Just when I think I couldn’t love you more, you start speaking French,” he groaned, his voice full of desire, his eyes dark. “I feel like throwing you on this desk and making love to you,” he growled, capturing her lips again. 

Hermione put a hand on his chest pushing him gently, breaking their kiss. 

He whined and she laughed, “no time.”

Hermione waved a wand at her door removing the silencing and lock charms, then cracked it open. 

Once it was cracked Zabini rushed in. “We have a problem. I tried to tell you…” 

Before he could finish Potter was in the doorway. “Mione, have you seen…. Oh sorry. Am I interrupting?” Potter asked, his face going red at the sight of Hermione sitting on Draco’s lap for the first time.

“Fuck!” Zabini shouted, making everyone look at him. “Come inside, Potter and shut the door.” Zabini said as he paced the room. 

Draco looked at Potter and Hermione, they both shook their heads. No one knew what the fuck was going on with Zabini. He finally stopped pacing and stood facing the three of them. 

“Let me finish before anyone says anything! You got it?” He said in a serious tone. 

Everyone agreed, nodding their heads, eyes on him. Draco had never seen him this serious before. He looked like he was going to throw up. 

“This is not my fault. I tried to tell you so I don’t want any hexes thrown at me.” He eyed Hermione and Draco before continuing. “I got an alert today that someone entered your office, Granger.”

She gasped and Draco held her tighter. 

“I had just got on the lifts from lunch and they were slow as fuck. But I got to your office in plenty of time. I did exactly as I was told.” He explained slowly. 

Draco noticed Blaise stopping to look at a chair that was facing them in a corner of the office. He frowned and cocked his head to the side. That was when he noticed a glimmer, his eyes went wide. He saw it. Something… or someone was disillusioned there. Then he recalled what Blaise had said earlier about apprehending someone on the third floor and a gift for him… a memory. No, had Blaise caught the weasel breaking into Hermione’s office. That realization and the thought of what had just happened in the office made Draco want to vomit. 

“Oh Fuck!” Draco said out loud and looked Zabini in the eyes. A short nod was all the confirmation he needed. Draco cast a silencing bubble around just them. 

“Potter, do not cast anything. But take a look at that chair in the corner.” 

It took him a moment but then he grabbed his wand. 

“Someone’s there.” Potter said. 

“Who’s there?” Hermione asked. 

“The person that entered your office earlier, Love. Right Zabini?” Draco answered. 

Blaise gave a short explanation of how Weasley, of all people, came to be in Hermione’s office. Apparently he wanted to surprise her for some reason. 

Draco couldn’t believe the git had just watched everything he and Hermione had just done. He was angry all over again. He couldn’t help but also think that now the fucker knows to keep away from his girlfriend. 

“Oh my gods!” Hermione said and turned into him to hide her face. 

“Yeah.” Draco said sadly. Nothing he said would make her feel better, make her feel unviolated. He hugged her tightly and rubbed her back. 

“Fuck, that’s Ron! I’ve been looking all over for him.” Potter finally said after the shock wore off. He lifted his wand but Draco disarmed him. 

“Sorry, Potter. Can’t let you do that just yet.”

“And why the bloody hell not? That’s my best friend.” Potter raised his voice at him, his face red with anger. 

Hermione was shaking, visibly upset. So Draco continued to rub her back soothingly, trying to calm her down. 

“First off, lower your tone,” he said firmly. “Secondly, My girlfriend- your other best friend- is upset.  So wait a bloody minute.” Draco’s tone stern, brokering no argument. 

Then he threw Potter’s wand back at him. 

“Love, are you ok?” He asked, already knowing the answer. She shook her head no. “Listen, we can place a memory charm on him so all he remembers is coming in here waiting for you and you never showing up.” He offered gently. Draco knew how she felt about memory charms.

She looked up at him, eyes wide full of tears, then looked at the chair. 

“Don’t worry, love, I cast a silencing bubble on us so he can’t hear our conversation.” He hugged her tighter as she continued to cry. 

“Why would you need to cast a bloody memory charm on him? You know those are used as a last resort.” Potter asked.

“Well, Potter, if you must know. I received 3 birthday presents from Hermione, in this very room.” He kissed the side of her head, when she buried her head in his shoulder from embarrassment. “Four of you count her asking me to be her boyfriend.”

“What?” Potter looked confused. 

“They were fucking in here, Potter. Can you not tell by their love bites?” Blaise rolled his eyes. 

“Oh,” his cheeks went pink. Then his eyes went wide. “Oh shit!” Potter said when realization hit. 

It took a few more minutes to get Hermione to calm down. He sighed. “Love, it’s up to you. But I’m afraid if we don’t take this memory away he might not be civil.”

Draco saw Potter nodding his head in agreement. 

“Well, there is one more tiny bit of information I left out earlier…” 

All eyes were back on Zabini as he looked everywhere but at Draco. 

“Weasley… well he has a ring and was prepared to ask Granger to marry him. That was why he was in here in the first place… to surprise her with it.”

Draco stilled and glared at Zabini then at the chair in the corner. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

Draco's anger almost boiled over. Had it not been for the witch in his lap, he probably would be beating the shit out of the disillusioned git. How dare he think she would want to marry him. They hadn’t even kissed. 

He didn’t notice that his hands were balled up into fists until Hermione picked one up and brought it to her lips placing delicate kisses on it catching his attention.

“Hey look at me.” Hermione whispered, as she grabbed Draco’s face to force him look at her. His eyes were shooting daggers at the chair the weasel was sitting in, until he finally looked at her. He saw the tears falling down her face, he reached up with his other hand and wiped them away. Draco cleared his head. He knew she was upset, he needed to be the strong one. 

“Baby, I gave him zero indication I wanted anything more than friendship from him.” She admitted while still placing kisses on his fist. Her delicate kisses soothed him.

“That’s not what he said to me.”  Potter spoke up. “He said you wanted to get married the last time you both talked.” He shrugged. “I asked him if he was sure and he said yea. I told him I didn’t think the ring was a good idea. That’s why I have been trying to find him all day. After you told me you and Malfoy had been dating for nine months I knew I needed to stop him before he made a fool of himself.” 

Hermione sat up straight this time she was the one with a frown on her face.

“I swear you men only hear what you want. He asked how I saw my future love life. I said and I quote ‘I want to get married to a man that is as obsessed with me as I am of him. But that’s not going to happen for a while.’ Nowhere in that sentence did I say he was the man I was talking about. Hell, we haven’t even kissed on the lips yet!” 

“Regardless, we need to figure out what we are going to do about Weasley before someone notices he’s gone.” Zabini said, annoyed. 

Draco didn’t know what Zabini was annoyed about, it was his bloody fault the idiot was left unattended. Draco cracked his neck. Fuck, was this day reverting back to his worst birthday yet? He knew that whatever steps they took next, the outcome wasn’t going to be pleasant. 

“Alright, here’s what I suggest.” He began taking charge. “Once Zabini lifts the Disillusionment Charm, it’s going to cancel the other two. Potter, you are going to have to be ready with another Incarcerous Curse; it’s less restrictive than a full body-bind. I’ll recast the Silencing Charm on him. We’ll explain that we need to talk and offer to un-silence him if he agrees.” Draco glanced around at everyone to make sure they were all following along. 

“Granger and I will apologize for not knowing he was here and Zabini you apologize for leaving him there in the first place.” He continued. “If he accepts fine, if not we use the memory charm on him to make him think he came to find Hermione, but she told him that we were dating. We can even alter it so he’s less heartbroken about it then he would be. Does that sound like something everyone is good with?”

There was a surprisingly quick affirmative from everyone. 

Draco dropped the silencing bubble around them. He kissed Hermione’s temple once more before he took a deep breath and helped her off of his lap so he could stand. “Let's do this.”

Draco explained to the chair what they were going to do in the calmest tone he could offer in the moment. 

“First, I, nor Hermione, knew you were here. Just getting that out of the way. We don’t trust you to not attack. Once Zabini lifts the disillusionment charm it will cancel the others. But right now, we know you’re angry. So, Potter is going to recast the incarcerous curse on you and I'll silence you. I just want you to know the steps beforehand. Ok. Here we go.”

Once Weasley was visible to everyone, Draco knew immediately they would end up using the memory charm. His eyes were swollen and red, face streaked with dried tears. It looked like he pissed his pants adding to his chaotic look. His mouth was moving rapidly but they couldn’t hear him because of the silencing charm. Draco sighed, with a quick flick of his wand, he cast scourgify on Weasley’s pants. Cleaning up the mess and offering some semblance of dignity even though the redhead was glaring daggers at him. 

“Ron, you have to calm down so we can unsilence you and talk. Please, no one wanted you to find out like this.” Potter tried to convince him. 

Potter talked and talked to the redhead, but he just kept yelling even though nothing came out of his mouth. Once he gave up Hermione walked over to talk to him. He couldn’t keep eye contact with her, but he stopped yelling. When she asked if she took the silencing charm off if he would let them all talk, he finally agreed. 

“Water.” Weasley's voice cracked. 

“Oh dear, you must be parched.” Hermione conjured a glass of water and held it up to his lips while he drank. Once she started backing away, he spat it in her face. 

Draco charged forward until Hermione stopped him. “He’s angry. It didn’t hurt me. I’m fine.” She said while wiping her face with a handkerchief Blaise had handed her. But he knew she wasn’t fine. He knew her friendship with him had changed forever. 

“Get out of my face.” Weasley spat at her. 

So, Hermione turned around and walked to her desk. Draco wanted to go to her, to comfort her, but he knew that’s not what she wanted right then. He also knew it would provoke Weasley even more. 

“Mate, calm down. This wasn’t Hermione’s fault.”  Potter said. Now he was the one with the glass. He held it up to Weasley and he actually drank from it correctly. 

But then he looked Potter in the eyes and said, “I don’t want to talk to you either”. 

He looked over to Draco. “It’s him I want to talk to.”

The wanker had some balls on him, Draco would give him that. Draco walked forward; Potter tried to hand him the cup, but he vanished it away. Draco wasn’t dumb enough to fall for that. 

“Look, Weasley, Hermione and I have been trying to figure things out for the past nine months. She went on a few dates to keep up appearances while we tried to figure outs how much we meant to each other. She told me when you two had dinner or lunch it was strictly as friends. She told me she made that clear on a number of occasions to you.” Draco looked back at Hermione, and she was crying. Gods did he just want to walk over there and wrap his arms around her. But no, he needed to continue. 

“Today, I came in here ready to give up. I’ve been completely in love with Hermione for the past seven months. But she wasn’t sure. So, I let her have her time. I got to a point where I felt like I needed to let her go and see where things went from there. So, as you heard I told her I couldn’t do it anymore. Little did I know she had other plans because she figured out what she wanted.”

Draco felt a warm hand wrap around his. He looked down at her and smiled. 

“I wasn’t going to let him go that easy. I was being stubborn and worried about what everyone would think. But in the end, it’s just Draco and I in this relationship.” Hermione added. 

“I’m sorry you had to see what you saw. I was so upset when I came in here, I didn’t even notice you there when I should have. You should’ve had to find out the way you did.” Draco finished. 

“Are you done?” Weasley asked. 

Draco shook his head yes and waited for him to tell him he was no good for Hermione. That he was trash. He waited for him to list every reason that he was the better man for her then Draco was but none of that came. 

“Well, I just want to congratulate you… Death Eater.” Weasley spat out. “Congratulations on getting to fuck that mudblood slut of yours.”

Draco’s temper snapped. He had been angry all day, needed someone to take his anger out on and here he was wrapped perfectly in invisible strings just for him.  He grabbed Weasley by the shirt, and lifted him up off the chair. Then he slammed him against the wall, punching him twice before Potter and Zabini could pull him off the redhead. 

Weasley collapsed to the floor but continued his taunts with a wicked laugh. “How good was that cunt of hers? Was it dirty enough for you?” He spat out, blood dripping from his busted lip. 

Draco wrenched himself free from Potter and Zabini. His eyes were full of fury as he dropped to his knees and started raining punches down on him again. Weasley wouldn’t shut up talking about Hermione. Saying things like ‘what a prefect match a mudblood and a death eater’, ‘she’s nothing but a lying stupid bitch’, and ‘Fucking slut was probably shagging all the guys she went on dates with’. ‘She will never be more than a Death eater whore’ was the last words he spat out when someone finally silenced him and stunned Draco before he could kill Weasley. 

When Draco came too, Hermione was holding his head in her lap on the floor tears falling down her cheeks, while she healed his busted knuckles with a concerned look on her face. 

“You should see the other guy.” Draco said, trying to lighten the mood. 

She smiled down at him but didn’t say anything.

Draco knew she didn’t like violence. She was probably angry at him. “I’m sorry, love, I lost it. I just couldn’t stand listening to him say those words to you.” He shook his head. “I know how hurt you were when I said them but to have a friend say them… I just lost it. I am so sorry to disappoint you. You know he didn’t mean it right?” He looked up at her, she was frowning. 

“Why do you think I’m upset with you?” She asked  

“Because I punched your friend.” He answered.

“He is not a friend I want.” She shook her head. “He doesn’t get a free pass because he was forced to see the truth.” She admitted. “But that’s not why I’m upset set Draco.”

Draco sat up and realized it was only the two of them left in her office.

“Why are you upset then?”

She cupped his face. “Love, you almost killed him. Had that happed you would have been sent to Azkaban.”

Draco closed his eyes now realizing the gravity of the situation. He put his forehead to hers. “You have no idea how sorry I am.”

”Draco, words may hurt my feelings but you getting taken away from me would hurt my heart. Please think of that the next time you want to punch someone for me.”

He nodded then sighed. “Where is everyone?”

“Harry and Zabini took Ron to St. Mungos. I healed what I could and obliviated the memories of us having sex and replaced them with memories of us breaking the news to him. I left the memories of him calling me those words. He needs to know what he said to me.” Hermione answered. “I also removed the memory of you punching him and replaced it with him falling off a broom.”

”I love you. Sorry you had to clean up my mess.”

”I love you too, baby. That’s what girlfriends are for.” She grinned. 

They both stood up, then she grabbed his hands to inspect them. “Good as new.” She kissed them each. “Ready to go home?”

Draco put his arm around her. “I believe we have one more stop to make.” He lifted the relationship paperwork. 

Draco and Hermione headed to the HR office to turn in their official relationship paperwork now that it held everyone’s signatures.

They left the office proudly with their arms around each other as they walked to the lifts not caring that everyone was staring. Once in the lift, since everyone apparently wanted a show, they stood in the back snogging each other. 

They almost missed the ground floor and went back up because they weren’t paying attention. Someone in the lift had cleared their throat and asked if they were going back up. They both laughed and exited the lift walking hand in hand to the apparition point.

They were quiet on their way for a while enjoying the day until Hermione broke the silence.

“He kept his eyes closed for some of it.” She glanced up at Draco. “Ron did. He would look away, or down most of the time.” She continued. “but he did keep peeking while you were… having your cake.” She laughed. “And stared at your bum for a little longer than I liked, while you fucked me.” Hermione frowned as she finished. 

Draco burst out laughing. “You’re lying!”

“I’m not. It's a great bum, I don’t blame him.” To make her point she squeezed it. 

Draco shook his head. “This has been both the worst and best birthday I have ever had.”

Hermione turned to face him at the apparition point. She wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. 

“It’s not over yet, love. I have one more present.”

Draco apparated them to his flat. His living room was full of balloons and streamers. A banner that read ‘Happy Birthday Boyfriend’ hovered over his fireplace. 

Draco walked around the room and had the biggest smile on his face. He turned to look at Hermione who had her hands on her hips. 

“When did you do all of this?” He asked, in awe of his perfect witch.

“This morning after I told Harry about us. Why do you think he was trying to get you to go home?” She raised her brow at him. 

Draco closed his eyes and shook his head. 

“Fuck! I’m such an idiot!” He looked back up at Hermione who was grinning. “You were planning to tell me this morning?” 

She shook her head yes. 

Draco walked back to Hermione and wrapped his arms around her. “I'm so sorry, love! I ruined everything.”

“No, everything worked out in the end. Go sit on the couch so I can bring out your last present.” She kissed him and pushed him towards the couch. 

Draco followed instructions but cursed himself for being such an idiot whining all morning about having the worst birthday when had he just came home, he would have found all of this. He was in such awe of how much she had done for him. 

“Now this was how your morning was supposed to start.” 

Draco heard Hermione before he saw her. But once he did his mouth hung open. She walked in the front room wearing his Slytherin jersey, the jersey she had refused to ever wear. She was holding a round cake in her hand. 

Hermione straddled his lap and tipped the cake so he could see what it said. He let out a belly laugh. 

“It said ‘Happy Birthday Boyfriend’ but I changed it. I thought this seemed more fitting for the day.” She swiped a bit of icing off the cake and stuck it in his mouth. He sucked her finger clean. 

Draco inched his jersey up on her and was pleased to find she was still wearing that sexy number from earlier. 

“How about we save that cake for later? I’d like another piece of what I had earlier.” He lifted his eyebrows suggestively. 

Hermione vanished the cake to the kitchen then vanished Draco’s clothes before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. 

Moments later a white cake decorated in green appeared on the kitchen table that read:

Happy Worst Best Birthday, my love!