The amazing team at DFW helps us feel special for our birthdays. Here are two drabbles for two lovely writers. Happy birthday! I'm posting the drabbles as one part, but I'd love to here what you think of both!

For TheImperfectionista. Favorite Tropes: Co-Workers, Fake Dating.

When another one of her friends tied the knot, Hermione smiled, waved, and wished them well.

She ignored Molly asking her when she was going to find a nice wizard to settle down. She didn't care what anyone else thought, did she?

"Hermione!" Molly cried, wrapping her in a hug after Luna and Neville married. "How are you?"

The question was about to leave her mouth, and Hermione still didn't have an answer, not that she particularly wanted one. So she replied, "Oh, I haven't—"

An arm snaked around her wrist, and a glass of champagne was pressed into her hand. Her mouth dried as she recognised Draco Malfoy, and he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Close your mouth or you'll give it away."

She plastered a happy smile on her face, and a genuine smile curved her lips when Molly walked away, spluttering.

"We'll have to carry on the charade all night." He mused, draining the last of the amber liquid in his glass. "Can you dance?"

"Not very well." She replied honestly.

He took her hand, and settled a hand on her hip, sweeping her onto the dancefloor anyway. "Very well then."

"Are you going to judge me?" Hermione asked, still grinning.

Draco snorted. "Not out loud."

For otterlyardent. Favorite Tropes: Soulmates, Friends to Lovers, Slytherin Hermione.

Amortentia didn't do this.

It fucking didn't.

Yet her mouth was dry as she peered up at the Slytherin Seeker staring down at her while they were trapped in a broom cupboard. "Fucking Salazar's bollocks, it had to be you, didn't it?" Malfoy growled, but he didn't look like he was all that angry.

No, he actually looked like he wanted to pin her to the shelf behind her and—

"I don't," Hermione's mouth was dry. "I don't understand."

His hand shot out too fast for her to watch, and he lifted her wrist. "See this?" Draco's finger stroked a small mark—was it a small dragon?—on the inside of her wrist that hadn't been there before. "It's a soulmate mark. The Malfoys—we—the Malfoy family was cursed where we can only be with our soulmate over a hundred years ago."

She snatched her hand back. "That's ridiculous. This is just a a side effect of the Amortentia."

He shook his head. "No, it's really not." He lifted his arm, and Hermione saw a small otter tattooed on the inside of his pale, milk white wrist.

"That's my Patronus."

He nodded. "And that's mine."

"You've got to be shitting me." Hermione deadpanned.

Which was why Harry barged into the cupboard, shouting that Malfoy was probably hexing her, only to find her pinned to the shelf with Draco's mouth pressed to hers.