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June 5, 2004-Dear Journal,

Today's my birthday…I'm turning twenty-four. I can't believe its been seven years since Hogwarts and the end of the Second Wizarding War. I can't believe it's been almost three years since I last saw Hermione. Most people would tell me I'm pathetic to still be holding a torch for someone after four years, but most people didn't have the best thing in the world and lose it either. I remember all the presents she gave me…but they pale in comparison to the one priceless gift she gave me.

FLASHBACK:

Draco apparated back home after an exceptionally hard day at work eager to have a drink and relax. Opening the door and walking through, he was ambushed from every angle by people blowing annoying noisemakers in his face and yelling "Happy Birthday" at the top of their lungs. Pushing past the throng of well-wishers Draco found Hermione sitting on a stool waiting for him.

"Did you plan all of this?" Draco asked, placing his hands on her shoulders.

Smiling up at him, she asked, "Most of it, did it surprise you?"

"It did, though with you I'm finding I shouldn't be surprised," Draco replied, running his hands down her arms and capturing her hands in his warm ones. As he was leaning down to kiss her, he was bumped from behind. Turning, he started to yell, "Hey, watch it! Oh, its you Blaise…"

"Hey mate, some party, huh? You're woman really knows how to throw them…" Blaise said winking at Hermione.

"Oh, stop pretending you didn't help Zabini," Hermione told him.

"Spoilsport…I wanted to see if Draco here actually believed you'd done all this."

Rolling his eyes, Draco interjected, "Blaise, as my birthday wish I'm going to wish for you to stop talking…which I don't think will happen since you seem to have quite a passion for it."

"Hey, I'm offended," he said, miming a fake wound, "But seriously you have a winning girlfriend, and speaking of winning, I'm going to go see if I can win me some."

The couple watched as their Italian friend swaggered over to a tall leggy blonde, it was a seconds later that said blonde slapped him. Chuckling, Draco turned back to Hermione and asked, "So where were we…?"

Draco lowered his head, but was yet again interrupted, this time by Pansy.

"Draco, I'm so glad I ran into you," Pansy said, situating herself a bit to close to the blonde.

Draco replied, "And why is that?"

Fluttering a bit and laying a hand on Draco's arm, she simpered, "Well to wish you a 'Happy Birthday' of course, silly."

Clearing her throat, Hermione stepped up and linked her arm through Draco's and replied, "I'm sure my boyfriend is very glad to have such a good friend."

Draco grinned at Hermione's emphasis on the word friend; she really was something when she was jealous. Shaking off Pansy's hand, he said, "Hermione is right, I'm glad we're such good friends, and hopefully we can stay that way."

Pansy glared at Hermione as Draco's meaning sunk in, turning her nose up she flounced off in a huff.

"Okay, this time no one is going to interrupt us…" Draco said, leaning towards Hermione.

Putting a finger up to his mouth and stopping him, Hermione replied, "Well I think we should wait until after the party, I mean everyone did come here to see you."

"But Hermione," Draco whined, but agreed when he saw the stubborn look on her face.

After everyone had left, Hermione walked up behind Draco and wrapped her arms around him. Turning, Draco lowered his head and touched his lips to hers. Gasping as Draco's tongue ran along her upper lip, she opened her mouth which Draco took as an invite to slip his tongue inside. As their tongues battled, the air around them sparked with electricity and Hermione found she was having trouble breathing. Draco groaned as desire shot through him, he wanted her and he wanted her bad. Pulling her snugly against him, Hermione could tell he wanted her. Smiling, she pulled away, and told him to come find her in 10 minutes, and skipped up the stairs.

Ten minutes later, Draco was gingerly walking up the stairs, which was quite hard to do in the condition he was in. Opening the door to his room, he saw no one inside. He was about to close the door when Hermione's hands appeared and grabbed his tie, pulling him inside. Looking down at her he about swallowed his tongue, she was wearing some kind of silver, nearly transparent nightgown. Pulling his head down, Hermione kissed him passionately and whispered, "Happy Birthday baby…"

END FLASHBACK

That was the best present she gave me that day, I couldn't believe that she loved me enough to give me the one thing she had been saving. But she had, and that was the day I told her I loved her. I remember that she cried, tears of joy is what she told me. She'll never just how much that day affected me, we didn't just bond physically, but emotionally as well. With Astoria its nothing like that, it's just physical, our hearts aren't connected like Hermione and I. Looking back I wish I hadn't made the mistakes I made, and then maybe I would never have had to start keeping this journal to hide my true feelings. Heaven help me if Astoria ever found this…

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