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Happy Birthday
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Prompt: Bows
A/N: I totally forgot that today/yesterday (wherever you are) is Draco's Birthday. So I needed to give him a present…
Draco stormed through the halls, his robes billowing behind him as he went. The students seemed to step back, knowing that you didn't cross him even on a good day, and this did not seem like a good day at all. A very bad one indeed. As displayed by the scowl that was drawn across his face.
The day had started badly, with many owls pecking at his window, ruined what was a wonderful dream about a certain witch. Then some imbecile sitting next to him at breakfast had proceeded to spill hot coffee all over his trousers, so he had been late for his first class as he needed to go change and cool down a bit. It was not going at all well for him today.
Just thena little second year stepped into his path, Billings. Nosy little swot he was, a Hufflepuff, he didn't understand how things worked at Hogwarts. When Draco Malfoy was stomping down the hall, you didn't stop him.
"What do you want?" He barked at him.
"Sorry to disturb you Sir," He said snottily, "But it appears that Weasley has found himself suspended from a chandelier in the Great Hall."
"And how did that happen?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow at the boy.
"I think Sir," he answered, "Someone may have used a levitation charm on him."
"And who would that have been?"
"I'm not sure Sir, my back was turned at the time."
"I see," Draco said, "Well lead the way Billings."
He rolled his eyes as he followed the little swot into the Great Hall, he'd bet his last galleon that he was in the company of the person who had levitated Weasley onto the chandelier.
So fifteen minutes later after dealing with the second years in the Hall, he was again heading down the hall, getting closer and closer to his destination, when Professor McGonagall interrupted him.
"Ah, Mr Malfoy," she said, "I've been looking for you all over the castle, we are needed in the Headmasters office, an emergency meeting."
"Now?" Draco sighed.
"Now Mr Malfoy," she snapped, "We are going to be late, now follow me."
Draco scowled, and begrudgingly followed the Deputy Headmistress up towards the Headmasters office. It was starting to seem like today was not going to go at all the way he wanted.
And an hour later it seemed he was right, Dumbledore had finally dismissed them. The meeting was completely pointless, and she hadn't been there. Where the hell was she? Draco hadn't seen her all day, today of all days. He expected to see her most of all today.
As he started moving upstairs to his quarters again, he was interrupted once more. Potter.
"What do you want?" He demanded.
"I was just wanting to talk to you about the Quidditch training schedules," Potter smirked at him, it didn't suit him.
"Bloody hell Potter!" he snapped, "Can't it wait? I really don't have the time or the inclination to think about them."
"Somewhere you want to be?" Potter smiled as he tossed a coin in the air, catching it smoothly, taking a quick look at it, before throwing it in the air once more.
"Yeah," Draco scoffed, "Anywhere but here."
"Alrighty then," he said, taking a look at the coin in his hand, "I'll let you be on your way then," he added stepping to the side.
"So kind of you," he muttered as he walked by him, he breathed a sigh of relief as he finally made it to his quarters. It was only lunchtime, but he already wished the day were over.
Throwing his robe on the back of a chair, he headed towards the bathroom, halting in his tracks when he noticed something lying on his bed.
"Why, hello there," he said as he kicked of his shoes, moving over and sitting next to her, "And where exactly have you been hiding all day?"
"I haven't been hiding," Hermione answered.
"Really?" He asked, "So where have you been? I haven't seen you at all."
"Oh, here and there," she replied, "I had to go into Hogsmeade to pick up something for someone, but I couldn't find anything that he would like, so I got something for me instead."
"What did you get?"
"I'll show you," she said, moving into a kneeling position, she undid the tie on her robe, and pulled it open and off her shoulders. Revealing a small nightgown that appeared to be held together by a satin bow in the middle, "Do you like it?" She asked, "I'm not sure if the colour is suitable, makes me look a little pale."
He swallowed the lump in his throat, "No, it's gorgeous," he stuttered, "But you lied."
"I did?" She asked puzzled.
"Yep," he said simply, grabbing her arm and pulling her down to him, spinning them around, so she was looking up at him, "You did get me something."
She grinned at him, "Happy Birthday love."
