This is a two-shot-odd, I know, since for birthdays I've only done one-shots-for Draco Malfoy's birthday. Part two will be uploaded tomorrow on, of course, his birthday. ^.^ This takes place during Draco's sixth year.

And yes, before anyone says anything, I am aware that students don't attend Hogwarts in June...but them attending went with what I had planned, so let's ignore that little fact.

Disclaimer: I do not own Draco Malfoy or Harry Potter.

Draco Malfoy was terribly confused, which was odd for a Malfoy. But Draco Malfoy just didn't get it, and he was sure if his father was in his place, he wouldn't get it, either.

Why had everyone forgotten his birthday?

Draco had woken up, expecting gifts and greetings of sorts, but all he had gotten was a hello from Theodore, a nod from Blaise, and a "Hi" from Crabbe and Goyle.

Okay, Draco could understand why they wouldn't be showing too much appreciation. They were boys, and boys were often jealous of him. But still.

So Draco had walked down into the Slytherin common room, expecting a little more.

Nothing.

Daphne Greengrass had just done the same as Theodore-Millicent Bulstrode had just been her Millicent self, ignoring Draco, and Pansy Parkinson-his girlfriend, might he add-had just said in a simpering tone, "Hey, Drakey."

Whatever. Draco didn't like Pansy much, anyway. Oft times he wondered why they were even dating.

As Draco had entered the Great Hall and taken his usual place at the Slytherin table, he received the usual glares from Weasley and the not-so-usual curious looks from Potter. Potter was starting to freak Draco out, so it wouldn't have surprised him if he had said happy birthday, much less known, but he didn't. Draco was most displeased. Neither had anyone else bothered to mention it.

Currently, the Malfoy boy was standing on the Astronomy Tower. After a long day of classes (where no one else had bothered to acknowledge his birthday, either), Draco had retreated to the Astronomy Tower, deciding to put off fixing the Vanishing Cabinet. It was his birthday, after all. He needn't deal with such trivial things, even if such trivial things were a matter of life and death, literally. No, Draco preferred sitting on the Astronomy Tower and looking up at the stars, just thinking. And what was he thinking about, might you ask? Simple.

Why the bloody heck had no one said happy birthday?

Draco was startled out of his rather depressing thoughts by someone saying his name.

"Hey, Draco."

It was the Greengrass girl, the one in fourth year. Astoria was her name.

Astoria Greengrass-the one in fourth year-moved to sit next to Draco. As she settled next to the blonde boy, Draco turned and gave her a look. Astoria glanced at him. "What?"

"Nothing," said Draco. Astoria raised her eyebrow, but said nothing more.

Draco had not commented on the fact of her lack of birthday greeting in hopes that she would say it later.

Silence.

Finally, Draco couldn't take it anymore.

"Well?" he said. "Aren't you going to greet me properly?"

Astoria blinked at him. "Pardon?"

"It's just that," Draco switched his gaze to the stars, "it's my birthday today, so I had been hoping to get a little more than usual."

"What?" said Astoria, just a bit scornfully. "You wanted me to snog you, or something?"

Draco shrugged helplessly, trying to fight off a blush. Malfoys did not blush. Rather you than Pansy, he thought.

"And I've finally figured it out," Astoria continued. Draco looked back at her.

"Figured out what?"

"Why you've been so weird today. Everyone's saying you're acting out of sorts-you're even being more distant than usual, and you know it's hard to top that, with the way you've been lately."

Draco silently marveled at the fact that Astoria dared to tease him, even now when he was in this embarrassed state. She must know how much she just wounded his pride.

"Of course it's my birthday," Draco said. "It's June fifth."

"No, Draco," said Astoria slowly, "it's June fourth. Your birthday is tomorrow."

"But it can't be," Draco insisted. "You've got the dates wrong."

"Of course not," said Astoria, and she sounded amused. "Just ask around. I wouldn't recommend it, though. Malfoys don't need help."

"Hey, that's my line," Draco blurted, but quickly closed his mouth. Malfoys don't act so ridiculous.

Astoria looked at him, mirth in her eyes. "Right," she said.

There was a pause.

"Wait," said Draco, "if it's not my birthday, why did you come up here, anyway?"

"I thought you might need the company," Astoria said seriously. "Like I said, you've been awfully distant lately." There was a slight moment of hesitance before she added, "I'm worried about you."

Draco felt a slight blush. "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

More silence.

"Are you sure it's not my birthday? Malfoys don't usually get dates wrong-"

"Well, you did. I'm sure, Draco."

"Positive?"

"Are you questioning me?"

"No ma'am."

"Since when do Malfoys say 'ma'am', especially to a minor?"

"We've always been proper and-…you're teasing me, aren't you?"

"Glad you've figured that one out."

I do adore this couple. Draco needs someone. For you Dramione shippers, change it slightly so it's Hermione he's talking to, or any other shippers.

Chapter Two: Coming Tomorrow.

~D