A/N: I promise you, I will try to make this chapter veeeeeeeery long to make up for all the shorties. And YAY FOR CLIFFIES! Nothing belongs to me
The Next Day
Hermione rolled over and found herself lying next to Draco. He was still asleep and Hermione dropped her head onto his chest, breathing in his relaxing scent. Draco stirred and opened his eyes, seeing Hermione lying on his chest.
"Good morning, Miss Granger," he said, smiling.
"Good morning, Mr Malfoy," Hermione replied, looking up at him. "Good night?"
"You tell me," Draco replied, leaning towards her and pulling her into a kiss.
Hermione pulled back and smiled at him.
"It's Blaise's birthday, he'll be up soon," she said.
"Yes but it's only six o'clock, he won't be up for a while yet," Draco replied, pulling Hermione closer.
He kissed her again, pulling her on top of him. Hermione giggled as Draco pulled the duvet up over them. She leant down to kiss him again when they heard the door open.
"Mummy! Daddy!" Blaise shouted, leaping onto the bed. Hermione rolled off of Draco and they pulled the duvet down again.
"Hello Blaise," Hermione said as Blaise flung himself in between them.
He was still wearing Thomas the Tank Engine pyjamas.
"Can we go and open my presents?" Blaise said, bouncing around on the bed.
"Come on then, little man," Draco said, standing up and scooping Blaise up.
Hermione got up and followed them out of the room. She was wearing a pyjama tank top with spaghetti straps and pyjama shorts, which, in her opinion, were a bit too revealing. Draco was only wearing his boxers. He dropped Blaise down on the sofa, sitting down next to him. There was a mound of presents on the dining table and Blaise instantly leapt off of the sofa and ran to the table. Hermione fell down onto the sofa beside Draco and leant against him.
"What did you get, Blaise?" Hermione asked, peering past Draco to Blaise, who was currently sitting in the middle of the table among his presents.
Blaise hopped off the table and dragged several packages back to the sofa. He sat on the floor infront of them and began to rip the coloured paper off the first one.
"It's a broomstick!" Blaise yelled, jumping up and mounting a small broom.
"You got him a broomstick?" Hermione hissed to Draco.
"It's a toy, it doesn't go more than three feet off the ground," Draco replied, putting an arm around Hermione and squeezing her reassuringly. "It used to be mine."
"Blaise, what one are you going to open next?" Hermione asked Blaise as he hovered in the air for a few minutes before falling back down.
Blaise jumped off his broom and grabbed another parcel. He ripped the paper off and held up his new coat and trousers.
"New clothes!" he said, leaping up.
Hermione smiled and looked up at Draco.
"Fine, he likes them, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't like the tuxedo," Draco said.
Blaise continued to open his presents as Hermione and Draco watched him. When he was done, he was sitting in the middle of a sea of coloured paper.
"Blaise, come and get dressed while daddy tidies up," Hermione said, standing up and grabbing Blaise's new clothes.
Blaise raced to his room and Hermione looked back over her shoulder at Draco, smiling. Draco picked a ball of paper up and threw it at her but she ducked into Blaise's room and the paper hit the wall.
"Clean up, Draco," Hermione called, sticking her head back out of the door.
Draco stood up to get a better aim with another ball of paper, but she shut the door before he had chance to throw it. He took out his wand and magicked the masses of paper away, sitting back down and watching Blaise's door. It finally opened and Blaise came running out, dressed in his new clothes.
"Blaise, you look like a real big boy now," Draco said, as Blaise leapt at him.
Draco caught him under his arms and hoisted him onto the sofa. Hermione came out after Blaise and sat down beside them. Draco looked at the clock.
"I might go over to Potter's while you get the party stuff ready," he said, stretching and getting up.
"Fine," Hermione replied, glancing at him suspiciously.
"What?" Draco asked, leaning over her and resting his forehead on hers.
"Nothing," Hermione replied, tilting her head up and catching his lips in a kiss.
Draco pulled away, straightening up. He went to his room to get changed and then headed to Harry and Parvati's home. He knocked on the portrait hole and stood outside, his hand in his pocket. The portrait hole opened and Harry looked out.
"Malfoy?" he asked, his eyes narrowed. "What are you doing here?"
"Can I come in?" Draco replied, glancing around nervously. "This is kind of important."
Harry stepped back and let Draco in without saying anything.
"Thanks," Draco said as he stepped into their living room.
"So why are you here?" Harry asked, going into the kitchen.
Draco followed and silently pulled a box out of his pocket. It was quite small and plain brown with a thin gold trim. He placed it on the work surface and Harry picked it up. He opened it and looked inside. There was a small silver ring with one small diamond in the middle.
"Who's this for?" Harry asked, studying the ring.
"There's an inscription on the inside," Draco said, leaning back against the work surface.
Harry turned the ring over and looked on the inside. His eyes grew wide and he looked up at Draco.
"Actually, I have something to show you too," he said, putting the box down.
He opened a drawer and scrabbled around, while Draco closed the box and put it back in his pocket. Harry emerged from his drawer and showed Draco a silver box with a red trim. Draco took it from him and opened it, looking inside. There was another ring, similar to his, but it had diamonds embedded along the top. He nodded slowly and closed the box, handing it back to Harry.
"So when are you gonna…?" Draco asked, trailing off at the end.
"I was thinking soon, what with the whole… thing," Harry replied, replacing the box in the drawer and shutting it.
"Yeah," Draco said, nodding again.
"So where are you…?" Harry asked.
"Soon, you know, 'cause of the… Yeah…" Draco replied.
"Mm," Harry replied.
"Well, I'd better go, there's Blaise's party to get ready for," Draco said, straightening up and stretching.
"Okay, I'll see you later, then," Harry replied as they went back out to the portrait hole.
"See you later," Draco said, before climbing through.
He walked back to the house and crawled through the portrait hole, only to find Hermione leaning over the entrance, fixing banners across the doorway. Draco stepped under her arm and stood behind her.
"Looking good, Hermione," he said, looking at the banner.
"Thank you, Draco," Hermione replied, stepping back and looking at her work.
"Where's Blaise?" Draco asked, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.
"In his room playing with his new toys," Hermione replied, putting her hands over Draco's.
"So that gives us some time alone," Draco said, kissing Hermione's neck.
Hermione shivered and Draco smiled. But then Hermione span around and walked past him.
"No yet, Draco, we have this party to plan, and I need you go down to the kitchen and get some food," she said, walking into the kitchen.
"Fine, I'll go in a minute," Draco said, following her.
He made himself a cup of coffee and jumped up onto the work surface, sipping. He watched Hermione get things out of the fridge and put things back in. He was holding his cup on his lap when she span around, holding a bowl of cupcake mix. The coffee went everywhere, all over his trousers and shirt.
"Draco, are you alright?" Hermione yelped, putting the bowl down.
Draco leapt off of the work surface and pulled his shirt off, throwing it to one side.
"I'm fine, Hermione, don't worry," he said, lazily emptying his pockets before he took his trousers off.
A pile of galleons and sickles were dumped on the counter, along with a scrap of parchment and some dung bombs. There was also a box, which Hermione noticed. She tried not to look at it, but it caught her eye. He pulled his trousers off and flung them next to his shirt. Hermione tore her eyes away from the box and looked at the clothes on the floor.
"I'll clean them in a minute, once I'm done with this," she said quietly. "And I'm so sorry, Draco."
"It's alright, Hermione, I'm fine," Draco replied, picking up his pile of stuff and stepping over the clothes to the door.
"Okay," she said, smiling sheepishly.
"I'll go and get some other clothes," Draco said, heading to his room.
Once inside, he shut the door and fell back against it, closing his eyes and mentally kicking himself.
"That was so close, she almost saw it," he whispered to himself.