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….

Notes: yes I know, if you've read this before, I realized that I was running out of lyrics, and that the story was going to go on longer than I had originally though, because I'm evil and I like cliff hangers insert evil laugh here

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Chapter 6:

I cant always be waiting waiting on you
I cant always be playing playing your fool
I keep playing your cards but its not my scene

Hermione hoped that the morning had gone well, she'd had a bit of a panic when Lavender had come to her saying that she'd heard that Harry was planning on coming back to his flat to have a bit of a rest, before Draco talked him out of it, and going to his place instead. Hermione had been at Harry's flat, cleaning up from the enormous breakfast that Draco had made. She was slightly amazed that after these years, she hadn't known that Draco could cook, much less cook well, but she supposed after a few moments that she should have known. He had after all graduated top in Potions in their class. Potions wasn't that much different than cooking.

Suddenly an owl was tapping at the window, she didn't recognize it as anyone's that she knew, but she opened it, expecting it to be a letter for Harry, wishing him happy birthday or something, but no the letter was addressed to her. She gave the owl a questioning look before it fluffed as if to say 'hey I only bring it to who I'm supposed to, I don't ask questions.' She fed it some of the left over eggs that she had been about to get rid of, before she send it off again.

She moved into the living room to read it.

Hermione,

You will of course be at Harry's doing a last minute check over the place, quite possibly cleaning up after the boys. Anyway, I've been shopping in Diagon this morning and decided that I needed something from over in Crystal, I like those silk nightgowns from the shop Twilight Silks, and anyway I'm getting off topic. So as I was leaving the store you'll never guess who I saw! Our favorite gay Slytherin boy was dragging a very tired looking hero-in-denial out of Monsouir Treble's with at least five bags in hand. If I know Draco, and I hope I do after a year and a half of working as his secretary, he shrank every other bag from all the other shops that they went to before this, and stuffed them in Harry's pocket. Anyway, I digress once more. So I over heard Harry saying that he was tired and wanted to go back to his flat to drop off his things before they leave. (Hermione almost fainted that point, Harry couldn't come back here! How would she explain her presence and why the kitchen was clean. She read on.) Happily the Blonde one, managed to dissuade him, saying that his flat was closer. Harry then agreed and they trudged forward. Anywho, I'll be there after I finish my shopping.

Ta darlin'

Lavender Brown

Hermione let out a breath of relief and fell back on to the convenient large arm chair that was in the middle of the room. "Oh thank Merlin. That would have been disastrous." She looked at the clock on the wall and reasoned that they would already be there and that she would have a good 7 hours to get everything ready. Everyone that was setting up would be there by two to set everything up by six, then come back by seven when everyone who wasn't setting things up, would arrive, they would have an hour to make sure everyone was there, no one was allowed to come after 7:45, if they tried to come after that, they wouldn't be allowed in until after eight, when the boys would be coming back. She had about half an hour before people came to help set up, so she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

She jumped sky high when the door was knocked at 2, "Hermione can we come in?"

"Of course! The doors open, just come on in and we'll get started."

Ron walked in first, followed by his brothers, and sister. Each of the five boys were carrying a box of liquor or something else. Ginny carried in a box that was over flowing with food. Hermione laughed. "Well I think we'll all get nice and trashed tonight."

The twins laughed. "Where do you want us to put these?"

"For right now, to keep those cool, we'll put them out side on the patio." She smiled as her boyfriend came over and gave her a kiss. "Hi love."

Ron smiled and kissed her nose. "Hey sweets, I've got some of Dads home made stuff, that he made just for Harry, I'll go put them in the kitchen then?"

"Yes dear, that would be peachy. Ginny, would you put those in the kitchen too? After that, some of the others…" She broke off as several of her friends came into the room. "Nevermind, Lavender, Pansy, Parvati, Padma! Thank you all for coming."

Pansy smiled. "So do you think that our two boys will get over their high horses today and do something?" She walked over to give Hermione a hug.

Hermione laughed. "We can only hope Pans. We can only hope." After that the whole group got snapping. They moved furniture, put up streamers and decorated the flat extensively. They worked straight through till 5:30, when Hermione was finally satisfied with the results. They all smiled and were thrilled that they could do this for their friend's birthday.

They all left, Hermione and Ron were the last ones to leave, after Hermione made one last check to make sure that everything was perfect. After they left they went to get the cake.

When Ron saw it, he smiled broadly, "Oh but Mione, its beautiful, but what if it doesn't happen?"

"If I know Draco like I think I do, it will, he can't go on much longer with out it happening."

Ron put his arm around his girlfriends shoulder and squeezed it, knowing that he had to do something too, before he lost her. He'd do it later though. Tonight was Harry's night.

They paid for the cake and went to their flat to change.

Seven saw most people already at Harry's flat, mingling, chatting, drinking, and waiting.

Seven forty-five, the last person arrived, in a panic.

Seven fifty-five the room went silent awaiting the click of the door.

Eight o-three they heard the click and…