In Honor Of Ginny Weasley's 36th Birthday

Pairing: Drinny

Rating: K+

When Ginny woke up, he was on kiss number 26 on back of her neck.

Though not even remotely close to being a morning person, Ginny smiled as she allowed her husband Draco to continue his kissing climb to 36, the feel of his soft lips against her sensitive skin awakening more than just her body.

"About time you get up." whispered Draco in her ear. "I was about to include a good slap on the ass."

"Oooh, well I'm glad to be awake to properly enjoy it." giggled Ginny as he reached kiss number 32 on the side of her neck as she turned to face him.

Kisses 33-35 were placed on her cheeks and forehead, with kiss 36 placed on her lips, where Ginny captured Draco's and held his lips hostage as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Draco slipped his hand up her smooth and freckled side as he made his way up her nightie. Ginny moaned against Draco's lips. Birthday morning sex seemed like the perfect thing to do.

CRASH! the loud sound of what appeared to be dishes dropping startled Ginny and Draco out of their carefree snogging session.

"QUIET! YOU'RE GOING TO WAKE THEM UP!" came a voice that was very much louder than the crash.

"You're the one who wouldn't let me carry the tray with you!" squeaked another voice angrily.

"You were supposed to be on twin duty, like I told you! Now I have to clean all this up and start over!" snapped the rude voice of their oldest son Scorpius, more than likely to their only daughter Lyra.

Draco sighed as Ginny quietly laughed beneath him. It sounded as if Scorpius has tried to make breakfast, which sounded important to the 11 year old.

"Maybe if we are really quiet, they might think we left." joked Draco.

"And miss what I believe to be my birthday breakfast? I think not." said Ginny, giving Draco a playful pop on the shoulder.

Suddenly two wails came from the next room over. Their twins were awake and ready to wreak havoc.

"Lyra, go get them, you're on twin duty!" they heard Scorpius order.

"But I wanna make the toast!" Lyra whined.

Draco rolled his eyes and climbed off of Ginny. "I got it." he said, slipping on his shirt.

"I'm coming too, just-"

"No, today is your birthday." said Draco, gently pushing Ginny back onto the bed. "You don't have to be anywhere until later today. We got this, you just relax and do whatever lady shit you want to do."

Ginny smiled gratefully. "Well, alright then." she said, getting back into a comfortable position while Draco finished dressing and stepped out into the dance zone.

As Ginny laid there and listened to Draco quell the arguing and crying, she thought about how 36 actually looked good on her, and how if this was going on in the next 36 years, she would continue to be a happy woman.

Happy Birthday Ginny!