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: ummmmmmmmmm yah…. This could be the last unless I get really inspired later to write an epilogue :P also, I had planned on this being far more angsty, which is why I used this song, but it turned into some fluff, not that I mind, but I just thought you all should know, because the song doesn't really match anymore.
Chapter 8: ie- In Which Everyone Gets Smashed
But Lord knows that I'm not you
And If I was I wouldn't be so cruel
Cause waiting on love ain't so easy to do
Must I always be waiting, waiting on you?
Must I always be playing, playing the fool?
No I can't always be waiting, waiting on you
I can't always be playing, playing your fool, fool
Harry was laughing at something Draco had said while opening the door and had reached out to grab the door knob to go into his flat.
Inside the room became silent as they all heard Harry's laughter. Their breath was held as the knob clicked and turned.
Outside Harry had grabbed Draco and pulled him in for another kiss as he swung the door open to move into his flat his hand palming the wall for the light switch, as he turned it on...
"SURPRISE!"
Startled Harry broke the kiss stared at Draco before he turned to look at the room. All of his friends were staring at him, some were astonished and others were ecstatic.
"OH DRACO I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU TWO!" Pansy Parkinson came running up from the back of the room. "You two finally pulled it together! I was getting worried." She laughed and gave them each a hug. "Happy Birthday Harry, have a good day?"
"Yes thank you Pansy. I did. And I'm excessively surprised at this party. Pleased as well. Thank you all so much for this! It's truly the last thing I would have expected after… everything."
Hermione stepped forward, "Yes well, now since everyone here has pretty much eaten all the food that was brought I think we should let the birthday boy have some cake and then we can all drink until we can't stand up."
Her announcement was very well received. There were shouts of laughter and glee from the peanut gallery in the back, who were already on their way to getting well and thoroughly pissed1.
Harry laughed and shook his head and put it on Draco's shoulder. "Oh gods 'Mione. How do you do this? Its incredible. I never would have guessed this was going on."
"Well Harry m'dear, the planning for this thing has gone on for months, the only problem was getting you out of the house. I, volunteered most generously to take up the duty of doing that. And with the help of a little frizzy bird," Draco gave Hermione a comical look, "I discovered the perfect place to take you and would give the wonderful team of decorators a chance to revamp your humble flat."
The 'team of decorators' all cheered at that waving their glasses in the air.
Rolling his eyes, Harry smiled, "So what is this I hear about cake?"
"Ah yes, the fantabulous cake. Designed by my own very lovely wonderful girlfriend." Ron leaned over Hermione's shoulder and gave her a kiss. "I'll go get it love." He sauntered off to the kitchen to retrieve the birthday cake.
The lights went down and everyone started singing Happy Birthday.
"Happy Birthday to you…"
Ron walked out of the kitchen with a huge sheet cake in his hands covered in nineteen candles. The people closest to him 'ooh'ed and 'aah'ed at the design.
"Happy Birthday to you…"
Hermione smiled happily, because the cake would now be perfect for the situation. Everything was perfect, her two best friends were together at last and well, she was expecting Ron to propose any day now. Her optimistic side was anyway.
"Happy Birthday dear Harry…"
As Ron put the cake down on the table, Harry looked at the design. It brought tears to his eyes.
"Happy Birthday to you…"
It had been made by the magic bakery near Hermione and Ron's flat. On it were two Seekers, one with blonde hair the other with black flying together trying to catch a snitch, but the snitch was more of a heart than it was a regular snitch. The two Seekers dove to catch at the same time, and caught it together, in one corner it said, 'Very Very Happy Birthday to You'. On the edges of the cake were a silver dragon and a golden phoenix together, entwined forever.
"Oh Hermione." Harry's eyes glistened, as he blew out the candles. Everyone cheered. Hermione smiled getting misty eyed herself.
"Oy! Colin! Come get a picture of this before the ravenous crowd destroys it!"
Colin smiled and moved forward to get a picture. He smiled at Harry after he took the picture, "I'm making a scrap book for you as a present. So you'll get it later. It'll be entirely of tonight."
"Thanks Colin. Thanks a lot." Harry smiled and leaned into his boyfriends arm as he went to cut the cake. Colin snapped a picture. The three of them laughed.
The night went by incredibly fast. Most of the guests Flooed home around four AM, but Hermione, Ron, Pansy, Blaise, Ginny, Colin, Neville, Luna, Padma, Parvati, Dean, Seamus, Lavender, Fred and George, all stayed. Draco was a given, at one point Draco had announced that he was going to move in with Harry. The entire flat erupted in cheers. Many of them shouted "FINALLY!" and "ABOUT TIME" and other such things.
The next morning at 7 Harry's alarm went off, signaling the wake up for everyone so that they could go to work. Everyone groaned.
"Oh dear gods. Did we have to drink that much?" croaked Ron.
"No, but you wanted to." Hermione yawned next to him.
"You did bring Dads special brew bro." The twins said.
"Ugh, that stuff was brutal." Seamus groaned.
"Yah, worse than Fire-whisky mate." Dean said.
"Would you all stop talking so loudly? My head hurts." Ginny whispered annoyed.
Colin leaned over and gave his girlfriend a gentle kiss on the cheek. "We'll go get you a Hangover cure sweetie."
"Oh dear… I think I'm going to be sick." Neville said into the carpet.
"I'm not so sure Harry would appreciate that happening on his carpet Nev." Luna said to her husband.
"Do you think they'd let us off work because it was Harry's birthday party?" Lavender said.
"Donno, mebe, if we're lucky." Pansy said into Blaise's shoulder.
"Don't count on it love." Blaise said back.
"Damn that's so un cool. We should have today off since it's the day after you know?" Padma said.
"We really should. Harry could you petition to make it a national holiday?" Parvati added.
"Hmm?" Harry said groggily his eyes lifting halfway.
"Love its time for work. They're just bitching because they drank so much." Draco sniggered. He and Harry had consumed less than everyone else so that they would actually be able to function in the morning. So they were able to enjoy their friend's misery. Hermione had also consumed less then most everyone so she was able to go to work.
"I'm not letting you all get away with not going to work this morning. Get a Hangover cure and come in late. Just as long as you come in." With that Hermione popped out of the room and to her own flat.
Almost every one of them save the Weasley twins, Colin and Harry worked at the Ministry, and they all groaned. Draco then stood up from his comfy spooning position with Harry and gave them all a glare. "Now, I suggest that you all do as she says, I'll know if one of you doesn't show up, but as long as you do show up, the Minister doesn't have to know." He smirked and stalked off to Harry's shower.
That made everyone else get up off the floor and wish Harry once more a Happy Birthday before they too Flooed out. The shower was still running when Harry finally managed to move himself from the floor to his bed. He was seriously pondering whether or not he should just have Mary and Chris work the store for the day and make Draco skive off so they could spend the day together when Draco walked out of the bathroom dressed in suit robes for the office.
"Love, if I could, I would stay here with you, and we'd just spend all day in that glorious bed of yours. But we both know that we have things to do."
"I know." Harry sighed sadly. He got himself off the bed and went to one of the bags of new clothes. He took out a new pair of pants and one of the nicer t-shirts they'd gotten him. "I'll have to go down stairs and open up soon." He gasped in surprised when he felt Draco's arms around his waist.
"Love, I've waited for years to get here, I'm not letting you go quite yet. If it's ok, I'd like to move in on Sunday."
Harry turned around and gazed into Draco's eyes. "Yes, of course you can." He wrapped his arms around his lover's neck and pulled him down for a soul searing kiss.
A week later, Ron finally proposed to Hermione, Draco moved in with Harry and they all lived happily ever after.
AN:
1. for those of you who don't know British terminology pissed means drunk ; P but I'm sure most of you do, so don't get upset with me for mentioning that tinsy little fact k?
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