Disclaimers: Harry and Draco and crew belong to J.K. and her publishers and such, so please please don't sue me, cause I'm a poor college student with no money, no job so I have no hopes of ever paying you if you do. So be kind? The song Sitting, Waiting, Wishing doesn't belong to me either… it belongs to Jack Johnson… so don't tell him I'm using the title and the lyrics please? Cause I'd be crushed by the record company….

Chapter 3:

Must I always be waiting waiting on you?
Must I always be playing playing the fool?

Hermione sat at her desk and brooded. First on her mind was the fact that after four years of dating and two of living together Ron had still not proposed to her. Petty, to be sure, but troublesome all the same. The second was the fact that after three years of declaring their interest in each other Harry nor Draco had done anything. Granted they had both confessed to her and not each other but still.

She was extreamly put out at Harry for not noticing the signs that Draco had been sending for those three years. Of course Draco's annoying habit of parading his monthly boyfriend around under Harry's nose didn't help much either.

Flashback

Draco walked into the room with yet another very handsome black haired young man at his arm. Hermione quickly glanced at Harry, whose face flashed with hurt and pain, before it resumed its normal smile and happy demeanor that hid his emotions so well. Hermione rolled her eyes before rushing over to her best friend.

"Draco love!" She kissed him on both cheeks. "I haven't seen you in ages!"

"Oh I know Herm. Its only been what? Three hours since I walked out of your office after getting the reports for the Minister?" Draco hugged her and laughed.

Hermione laughed before peering over to the newest vic… umm boyfriend. "Who's this Draco?"

Draco let go of her to introduce his date to the room. "This is Chris Akeboshi. Chris this is my very, very good friend Hermione Granger."

And thus the introducing ensued as they always did, and unsurprisingly when it was Harry's turn Draco gave a very quick wistful look at him before saying, "And this is Harry Potter," pausing for effect he gave Harry a smirk before saying "Harry could you possibly find it in your heart to entertain Chris for a second? I'm going to get us some drinks."

End Flashback

Waving her hand she turned on the radio and listened to the song with half an ear, while she continued to brood. Looking at her hand remembering, she gave a half a smile, when the four of them had figured out how to use wandless magic. The tension between Harry and Draco was incredibly intense that day. They had been sitting next to each other, shoulders almost touching, neither of them daring to move closer, but not wanting to move farther away either.

Hermione chuckled and looked down at her desk. Where normally, it would be piled high with her work from the Ministry, today it was covered with plans for Harry's nineteenth birthday party. They tended to make a big deal of it because Harry had never really had a real birthday, up to the summer before his fifth year.

She sighed. It was only two weeks away and hardly anything had been done. 'Of course' she thought with a wry smile, 'that's what I get for putting Ron in charge of it.' She loved Ron dearly, but he tended to be very forgetful about some things when he was busy, or when he just didn't want to do it. In this case it was both.

So there she sat thinking about what she could do. She had made the invitations and sent them out with huge warnings on them not to spill the secret to Harry as it was a surprise party. Most everyone who had been in school with her remembered what had happened to Marietta Edgecomb in Hermione's fifth year. And those who hadn't been in school with her had eventually heard about the incident with the boils that to this day have not been removed. All of them wouldn't tell simply for that reason alone.

The real problem was that Harry's birthday was on a Sunday, and his shop was closed on Sunday, so Hermione needed to get Harry out of his flat for the day so that she Lavender, Parvati, and Padma could decorate it and get everything in on time for the party.

She was having such a problem coming up with an idea; she decided to put that aside for a while. She designed the cake, being careful to stay away from anything that would remind people of what his reputation was, namely lightening bolts. She wanted it to focus simply on the fact that it was his birthday. Finally after a few minutes she had come up with an acceptable design, and was well pleased with it. She'd go to the bakers down the street tomorrow and order it.

After that she sat back again and began to think of how to get him out of the house when she suddenly remembered something.

Flashback

"You know what 'Mione?" Harry said one day as they went over the pictures of her and Ron's vacation to Spain.

"No what Harry?"

"I've never been out of the country. And I've always wanted to." He laughed slightly and smiled half happily and half sadly at the picture he was holding.

"Where would you go?" She put down the waving picture of herself on the beach and looked at him.

"Oh I don't know. I guess I'd like to go over to the old Wizarding section of New York." He shrugged and looked at her, green eyes smiling sadly, "But now that I've got the shop I don't think I can do that."

End Flashback

Hermione's eyes flashed open. "THAT'S IT!" She quickly stood up and apparated into Draco's mud room in his flat. She stormed into his study and was smiling like a maniac.

She said as she walked in "DRACO! I've had an idea."

She watched as he was first startled but then smiled, and said "Really? What of?"

Hermione grinned wider and sat down in the chair closest to him and proceeded to tell him.