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I completely spaced and forgot that I had had this planned, for some reason in my head I kept thinking it was happening in 1977, but alas, it's not. Either way, this is the only place I really could have had it, so I had to offset my chapters. Either way I hope you enjoy this short little chapter I whipped up today once I realised my mistake.

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Flashback

June 5th, 1976

Draco Malfoy's Birthday

Celtic Football Club, Celtic Park, Parkhead, Glasgow, Scotland

Who Put The Boot In Concert

"Remind me who is performing again, and then may someone please direct me to the alcohol," Sirius declared to his mates as they waded through the vast crowd.

"The Who—obviously—Sensational Alex Harvey Band, Little Feat, Outlaws, Streetwalkers, and Widowmaker," Hermione informed Sirius as she glanced over her shoulder to look at him—almost crashing into someone, but Draco grabbed her round the shoulders just in the nick of time, thus preventing a whole debacle from occurring.

Hermione smiled up at him gratefully, thinking how cute he looked in his long-sleeved, pale blue button down—he'd undone the top the buttons leaving his chest exposed—and a pair of well fitted black trousers.

"Can't take you anywhere," Draco scolded playfully before slipping his hand into hers and guiding her into the crowd as they tried to get closer to the stage.

The Marauders had tried to arrive early so they wouldn't had to fend off people to get a good spot, but it seemed everyone had had the same idea.

It didn't take long before they had found a prime viewing spot, and Hermione and Draco were left to hold their spot as the others went in search of something to drink— Remus stopped to kiss Hermione quickly before trailing after the others.

"You know it is a terrible idea to be here right now, we still have OWLs—our DADA exam is next week Friday you know," Hermione said, bumping Draco with her shoulder, a faint smile tweaking the corners of her lips.

Draco bent at the middle, mouth right beside her ear as he whispered, "it also happens to be my birthday, so I would appreciate you not mentioning OWLs again, as to avoid spoiling my fun."

"Wanker," Hermione said, cocking her head at him as if making a decision and then she gripped his face firmly, turning it just enough so that when her head moved forward, her lips landed securely on his cheek. She pulled away, but lingered close, "happy birthday, Draco."

Their eyes met, and Hermione found herself getting lost of silver pools speckled with sapphire—a moment later however, she loudly cleared her throat, extracted herself from him entirely: but before she withdrew herself, she paused to stroke his cheek firmly, "we're going to fucking regret this tomorrow."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Hermione," Draco said impassively, his trademark smirk threatening an appearance as he leaned forward and stated in an ardent yet placid way, "I plan on having a grand time."

"Exactly, which will lead to regret—"

"Relax, sweetheart, it's going to be fine," Draco assured the petite witch, who merely quirked an eyebrow.

Hermione stepped into Draco to avoid a rambunctious group of men that were hollering as they made their way across the grass over to the left somewhere—once they were well out of the way she returned to her previous spot, letting her arms fall limply at her sides.

"If you say so," Hermione replied airily, gaze shifting, sliding past him only to land on her boyfriend—who had been so kind as to bring her a drink, and when he reached her, Remus stole another kiss before bestowing her with a pint.

"Thank you, Moony," Hermione said giddily, her free hand slipping into his and interlacing their fingers.

The show was meant to begin at two and it was half past one, so the Marauders passed the time by slowing nursing their drinks, chatting about errant things and discussing the remainder of their exams that were fast approaching.

The only one Hermione was even a tad worried about was her Defense examination—she did not want to get another Exceeds Expectations.

After that it wasn't long before the concert began, and the energy that charged the air was infectious—more than once Sirius and James had ended up singing along to the songs with complete strangers.

When The Who came on, the roar was deafening, and Hermione lost her breath for a moment, she could not believe her eyes as she watched The Who in their prime—Ginny was going to kill her when she found out.

Remus had merely smirked at the giddy, childlike joy on her face, and he leaned down to suggest his idea to her, to which Hermione's brow puckered at first, but he threw a pout her way and she melted.

Before she knew it she was on top of Remus's shoulders, and she was utterly enthralled.

When they played Pinball Wizard, she burst into song, singing so vociferously that she would probably be hoarse in the morning.

He's a pinball wizard
There has to be a twist
A pinball wizard's
Got such a supple wrist.

The lot of them had a grand time that night—no way of knowing what the future held for them.

For in that moment, they were as free and untameable as Mother Nature as she roared, crashed and cracked: not a worry in sight, and in that moment they were infallible, in that moment anything, anything was possible.