A/N: Everybody, say it with me: I DON'T HAVE WRITERS BLOCK! I KNOW WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN!!! \/\/007!!!!!

Anywho, when I went to check me mail, guess how many messages I had? 20! Crap, I get excited when I have three. All of it was reviews, too! I have a couple mentionings that I would like to mention: Garrett is TOTALLY hot, Kyle sucks, and Jenny needs to get a life. (If I had offended anyone, it's a coincidence. Unless you know me personally. Then I really meant you.)


GO TO WWW.GEOCITIES.COM/SERPENTOTHEELVES/FANFICHOME !!!!!!!!!!!!! Really! Go! You know you want to!!!!

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Draco snoozed happily in his bed. He was having the most wonderful dream! He was dreaming that he was a ninja who was battling a fierce battle with those dishonorable samurais, who curiously looked like Potter and Weasley.

He felt someone sit on his bed and coughed their thought expectantly.

Draco summoned up enough strength to crack one eyelid open. Hermione's big brown eyes gazed matter-of-factly at him. He groaned and turned over. "Nani gi desu ka?" he muttered.

"What?" Hermione said with an annoying crispness.

"What time is it?" he shouted irritably.

"Oh," she said. "7:30. Now look at me!"

Draco laboriously turned over and squinted up at her.

Hermione laughed. "Well you're looking entergetic today!" she said grinning.

Draco glared at her. Damn morning person. She looked way too good for seven in the morning. Such things should never be allowed. He rolled over to his stomach.

Hermione poked him. "Get up!" she prodded.

Draco pulled his blankets over his head. "Go away,"

Hermione laughed and lied on top of him. "Do you know what today is?" she asked, ignoring his groans and protests.

Draco shut his eyes tightly and tried not to think about Hermione's boobs pressed up against his back. "Thursday," he muttered.

Hermione laughed. "Besides that!" She was very exited about something, clearly very childishly so.

"The 28th of June," he mumbled. Don't think about boobs… he thought. BOOBS! Stop it!!!

Hermione put her head on Draco's. "Think carefully…"

"National Dork Day, the Queen's birthday, Fudge's anniversary, Boob Day—," he listed irritably.

Hermione frowned at him. "Boob Day?" she asked. "Where did—,"

"Never mind," he quickly interrupted. Damn hormones. He flipped over and Hermione sat cross-legged on his stomach. "Granger," he said. "nothing you say or do will get me up from this bed."

Hermione would not be deterred. "So I'm Granger now, am I?" she asked, cocking her head.

"You are when you're waking me up this early."

Hermione sat quietly on top of Draco, clearly thinking of how to get him out of bed. She was curiously light.

She smirked. "Is that your wand poking me or are you just happy to see me?"

Draco jumped up quickly and jumped out of bed. "Fine!" he yelled. "I'm up! What do you want!?!?"

Hermione laughed and got off from where she was dropped. "It's my birthday!" she shouted happily. "I'm 16 now!"

Draco smiled and gave her a hug. "Happy birthday, Mione," he said. "Sorry I was such a pain."
Hermione grinned, barely containing her joy. "S'okay!" she chirped. "Just hurry up and get dressed so you can get me a present!" She squealed, and ran down stairs, slamming the door.

Draco blinked at the door. "Hermione!" he called lamely down the hallway. "Did I mention that I'm broke? Hermione!!!" He sighed and closed the door, and began to get dressed.

For the first time in a long time, Draco actually thought about what he was going to wear that day. He longed to wear the ninja costume his mother had made for him when he was three, before his father decided that he was "too old for such childish games." At three.  Draco began to get angry at his father. He ruined his childhood; expecting him to act like an adult yet treating him like a child, abusing his mother right in front of his eyes, and was as cruel and calculating as the very serpent Draco had been named after.

Draco hastily put the first things his hands touched and angrily stomped downstairs.

He tried to calm down by thinking of what he could get Hermione for her birthday that she would like, or more importantly he could afford.

He thought of this as he waltzed into the dining room where his mother sat, quietly eating some small cakes with tea and milk.

"Hey Mother," Draco said, kissing Narcissia on her rosy cheek. He took a cake from her plate and sat down.

Narcissia looked both pleased and annoyed, but answered "Good morning. I believe that Miss Granger is in the town green waiting for you." She paused to take a polite bite of her cake. "I believe that it is her birthday."
Draco nodded and took a long gulp of tea. "Yeah," he answered in between swallows. "I was thinking of giving her a kitten that one of the barn cats had this spring." He paused to wipe his mouth on his sleeve, but Narcissia covered his arm with a napkin. Draco rolled his eyes and daintily patted his mouth with the napkin.

Narcissia shrugged. "If you think she'd like one."

Draco nodded and shoved two more cakes in his mouth, racing to the door.

"Just make sure it doesn't have fleas!" Draco heard Narcissia call.

Draco jogged down to a barn where he knew a couple of cat families lived. He was greeted by several eager mews, calls for a treat or some affection.

There was quite a selection of cats and kittens to choose from. Black cats, white cats, brown cats, striped cats, cats with long fur, cats with short fur, cats with no fur, calico cats, cats with mice in their paws, and even ones that looked vaguely Siamese.

There was one kitten, however, that caught Draco's attention. He was black and white with two black patches on each ear, and a little chip of black on his chin. He had a speck of mischief in his blue eyes. He was twisting and squirming into different positions trying  to catch a small fly.

Draco kneeled down to the little kitten and held out a finger. The kitten smelt it carefully and batted it curiously with his paw. Draco smiled and picked the little kitten up in his arms. This would be the one he would give to Hermione.
He walked down to the town's green and saw Hermione looking for him expectantly in the other direction. When she finally caught sight of him, her whole face lit up and she raced to him.

Draco smiled at her and gave her a half hug, being careful not to smush the little kitten.

"Ta-da!" Draco crowed, pulling the kitten out from behind his back.

Hermione let out a squeal of delight and carefully picked up the kitten. "Is it really mine?" she breathed happily.

Draco laughed and nodded.

"But are you sure your mother will let me keep it?" she said anxiously.
Laughing, Draco nodded and gave the little kitten a pat. "As long as is doesn't mean more cleaning up for her, she doesn't care." He shifted from one foot to the other. "So what are you going to name him?"
Hermione carefully bit her lip and looked into the kitten's eyes. "Hmmm," she said. She was obviously considering this very carefully. "Purkoy," she finally stated very clearly. "His name is Purkoy." Placing little Purkoy in her robe pocket, she confidently started to strut back to the Malfoy manor house.

Draco jogged up to catch up with her. "Yeah, okay. Purkoy. That's a cute name," he said amiably.

While Draco tried futilely to catch up, Hermione came to a sudden and complete stop. "Oh yeah, I forgot," she muttered absentmindedly. With that she turned around to where Draco finally stood, she tackled him.

Draco let out a yelp as the brunette took him down to the ground. He felt her boobs smush into his cheek.

"Thanks Draco!!!" she shouted, rubbing her head against his hair.

Draco blinked. "Is this the way you're always on your birthday?" he asked, startled.

Hermione laughed and closed her eyes.

"HAPPY BOOB DAY, ENGLAND!" Draco shouted happily into the endless sky.

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A/N: I am now declaring November 30th International Boob Day. Whether you are in England, Canada, or the US, wish your friends and neighbors HAPPY BOOB DAY!