I got this idea from Lycan Lovers story Tied to you. Thanks Lycan!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potty, blah blah blah, this is a work of fiction, blah blah blah, and I am by no means the one-and-only J. K. Rowling. Blah. Blah.

Hermione's POV. September 19th

'So to day is my Sweet Sixteen (as we Muggles would call it) but what does it mater if no one even remembers?' It was a depressing thought. This morning I had hoped to wake up with presents from my friends at the foot of my bed. There was nothing there. That should have been my first clue. I hoped that they were all down in the common room, waiting for me to wake and come down so that they could all shout "Happy 16th Herms!". They weren't. They were all at breakfast. And I mean all of them! Not just my friends but the entire House! How depressing that was!

Now it is past lunch and no one has said anything. Not even any of the teachers seam to realize! And Dumbledoore always makes such a big fuss about birthdays! Ever since the end of the war that is. My birthday is the only one today, or so it seams.

"Mrs. Granger?" I jumped. I was in class?

"Y-yes Sir?" I stuttered at Professor Flitchwick. I had no idea what we'd been talking about.

"Are you feeling okay? You have been very quite today and your looking quite pale."

"No, no, I'm fine professor." I told him, shaking my bushy head. He looked skeptical. "Really sir, I'm quite fine."

"If you say so Hermione..." He still didn't believe me. At least he was going to go back to teaching the lesson.

~ROUNDS~

I was to met Draco, at the entrance to the Great Hall at 9 o'clock sharp for the start of our rounds tonight. I arrived there 15 minutes early. Surprisingly, Draco was already there as well.

"Do you want to start rounds early or wait till 9?"

"Let's just start and get it over with, Draco."

We walked in silence for quite sometime. I don't know how long. We made it back to the Great Hall before Draco spoke.

"Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"Why did you call me Draco earlier?"

"Same reason you called me Hermione just now." He thought about that.

"Then it was all worth it." He murmured.

"What?"

"Nothing. I gotta get back to my common room." He started to walk away. Then He paused, "One more thing though," He turned around, "Happy Birthday Herms." My jaw went slack with shock. Draco Malfoy? He's the only one to remember my birthday? Why? What possible reason could there be? I wanted to ask but he was already gone.

Edit (8/1/10): I fixed some grammatical errors. i also wanted to let you know that, thanks to ambzat91, iI'll hopefully start working on the Sequel again! ^^