A/N – This is one of the shorter snippets in the series.
Birthday.
On the day of her thirtieth birthday, Hermione awoke to warm sun streaming through the window and hitting the bed. Stretching languidly, Hermione's naked skin rubbed against the silk sheets. Hermione instantly knew her husband wasn't in bed, but rather than get up she remained lounging in bed. Draco had brought her away for the weekend as his parents looked after Scorpius, and Hermione intended to make the most of their time alone together.
Shortly after Hermione woke up, Draco entered the bedroom carrying a breakfast tray. Hermione grinned as she spotted her husband hadn't bothered getting dressed and was completely naked. Sitting up in bed, she let the covers fall around her waist, exposing her bare breasts to her husband's eyes.
"Mmm, not bad for an old woman." Draco joked, perching on the side of the bed and blatantly eyeing up his wife's breasts.
"Not this again." Hermione rolled her eyes at Draco as she looked over what he'd brought her for breakfast. For the last few weeks Draco had been teasing her about hitting thirty when he was still in his twenties. "I'm only a few months older than you, you'll be thirty soon."
"Not until next year." Draco replied, as they began to eat breakfast. "Until then I get to tease my wife about that fact she's no longer in her twenties. Just think, ten more years and you'll be hitting forty."
"If you keep this up, you won't live to see thirty." Hermione told her husband, shooting him a deadly glare.
"No need to be so touchy." Draco laughed.
"Well stop going on about my age." Hermione retorted. "I'm beginning to think you're going to trade me in for a younger model."
"I like having an older witch in my bed." Draco grinned. "Besides, you may be getting on but you're still hot."
"If you mention my age one more time you won't be getting any more action from this hot witch." Hermione threatened, making a show of pulling the covers up over her chest.
Draco pouted as he moved the breakfast things off the bed and onto the floor. "I'm sorry, I'll refrain from mentioning your age for the rest of the weekend."
"Not just this weekend." Hermione said. "You stop altogether."
"Do you mean forever?" Draco checked.
"Yep." Hermione nodded. "There's none of this to happen when I'm forty, or fifty, or any other age."
"Okay." Draco conceded. "I'll never mention your age again."
"Good." Hermione smiled, letting the bedcovers drop from her upper body again. "Now come back to bed, and I can show you that I'm not past it."
"You'll never be past it." Draco chuckled as he pounced on his wife. "We'll be rolling around in bed when we're a hundred."
"A hundred?" Hermione raised an eyebrow at her husband. "You're awfully confident in your own abilities, aren't you? Who says you'll even be able to get it up by then."
"As long as I've got you, I'll always be able to get it up." Draco grinned cockily.
"Why don't you stop talking about the future and act now." Hermione suggested, running her hands down Draco's torso. "You can give me the first of the many birthday presents I expect from you this weekend."
"I thought I gave you the first two present last night." Draco retorted.
"I'm greedy and want more." Hermione replied, as she pulled Draco towards her and connected their lips in order to stop the talking and begin the action.
Draco kept his promise and never mentioned Hermione's age again, but on his thirtieth birthday Hermione couldn't help but tease Draco about the fact he was leaving his twenties behind as well.
