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Waking up on the day of the first practice for the Charity Match, Draco felt Hermione softly kissing his neck. He grinned and turned his head, capturing her lips with his own.

She hummed, "Happy Birthday, Love." She moaned, cupping his jaw.

He chuckled, flipping them over so that he was hovering over her. "Yes, and it is quite a happy birthday. I'm so glad that you took the week off work." He murmured as he leaned down, kissing her neck while his hand caressed her bare hip.

She hummed, biting her bottom lip, and nodded, "I needed to. It's going to be a busy week."

"I know." He murmured against her skin, "Three practices spread throughout the week." He groaned as she kissed the spot just under his ear, "Dinner with the Longbottoms on Thursday and then the Charity Match on Saturday. And the Nott's Anniversary Bash on Sunday. This week is packed full." He said as she spread her legs further.

Nodding, Hermione, "There's so much to do…" she whimpered.

He nodded, "But first..." He groaned as he pushed into her.

After a slow, sensual birthday shag, the couple got out of bed and began to get ready for a day they both knew would be jam-packed.

"I'll see you at the stadium." Draco told Hermione as they stood, holding one another in the lounge.

She nodded, and leaned up on her toes, kissing his lips before she said, "Be careful out there today."

He nodded, "I will, Darling."

Hermione left first, flooing to the Magpies Stadium. She walked down to the pitch, finding several of the players already down there with their brooms in hand. She immediately noticed an issue and when Draco arrived a few minutes later she pulled him aside, "We need something for all of you to wear during practice."

He looked around, nodding, seeing that the mixed colors of tees and jerseys wouldn't work.

"Okay, we can use the spare practice jerseys for the Magpies. One team will be black, and the other will be white. I'll go get them." He said before glancing at her lips, "You know…it's rather difficult to hide this yearning I have for you while we're in public." His voice held a tone of anguish in it from having to ignore the overpowering desire to kiss her.

She nodded, "I know exactly what you mean." She said quietly with a sigh before nodding for him to go get the jerseys.

Hermione spoke up to the other players while he was gone, "Okay everyone! The teams are as follows. Team A consists of Oliver Wood, Theodore Nott, Cedric Diggory, Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, and Harry Potter." She announced, pausing before she continued. "Team B consists of Cormac McLaggen, Dennis Creevey, Terry Boot, Cho Chang, Katie Bell, Alicia Spinnet, and Viktor Krum."

Everyone nodded, moving closer to their newly assigned teammates.

When Draco came back, he found Hermione speaking with Cedric Diggory and internally groaned but handed McLaggen the 7 black jerseys since he was on the other team before passing the white ones out to his own team. He saved Cedric's for last.

"Here, Diggory." He said, handing Cedric the jersey.

"Thanks, Malfoy." Cedric said, taking the jersey before turning back to Hermione. "So, what do you think?" He asked with a smile.

Hermione swallowed, "You know Cedric, I erm…I'm…"

"Okay everyone! Listen up!" Gwenog Jones, the former Harpies player who had agreed to be the Arbitrator for the Charity Match spoke up, "While you put on your jerseys, I need to lay down some rules for today's practice…"

Cedric pulled his current tee off, revealing his chiseled physique, and tossed on the side of the pitch while still standing in front of Hermione.

Draco clenched his jaw, about to take his own tee off before remembering their morning activities. He looked over and met Hermione's eyes, both realizing that they hadn't healed the scratches that covered his back or the bite mark on his shoulder.

He walked toward the back of the group and changed as quickly as he could, but a pair of emerald eyes still noticed and looked over at Hermione, confused.

Hermione could feel Harry's stare but remained stone-faced while looking at her notepad.

She felt tiny hands on her leg and looked down to see Charlotte smiling up at her.

She smiled, "Hi Charlotte!" She said before noticing, Henry walking over with Neville and 11-year-old Teddy Lupin.

"Hi! There's a lot of players!" Charlotte said excitedly as she looked over at the players.

Hermione crouched down and nodded, "I know. There are 14 of them. You, your brother, and Teddy are going to help me today, right? Because I have to figure out names for each team."

Charlotte nodded eagerly as Henry, who had heard Hermione walked over and said, "Yeah! We're excited!"

"So then, what are you kids thinking?" She asked, looking over at the players.

"Well…" Teddy said with a thoughtful expression as he looked at the teams, "That bloke over there…on the black team…he looks a bit like a Manticore." He said, pointing Krum out.

Hermione bit back her smile while Neville struggled a bit more to hide his laughter.

"Okay…so The Manticores?" She asked.

"No…" Henry spoke up, "It needs something…" He frowned before beaming and clapping his hands together, "The Mighty Manticores!" he said, nodding.

"Okay!" Hermione smiled, "That's wonderful. Team B is The Mighty Manticores." She said writing it down on her notepad. "What about the other team? The one in the white jerseys."

"Well, they're the best team." Teddy said, "They've got Harry and Draco and Ginny and Blaise." He grinned.

Hermione nodded. "True." She said admiring the white team, her eyes lingering on Draco for a moment before she heard Charlotte.

"So, then they need a really good name!" Charlotte spoke up.

Henry nodded, "Yeah, they do, but what?" he said thoughtfully.

"Well, Ginny's hair really sticks out…" Teddy said as his hair turned ginger just like the entire Weasley clan.

"It's like fire." Charlotte said.

Hermione nodded, smiling.

"Firebirds…" Henry said thoughtfully.

"What about The Fearsome Firebirds?" Neville suggested after a long contemplating silence.

"Yeah Nev!" Henry said excitedly. "That great!"

Charlotte bounced eagerly as the players took to the air.

Hermione nodded, "Brilliant!" She said, "Neville, I'm going to floo to Diagon Alley for a moment and speak with Hannah Abbott about the Jerseys for the players now that we have their names. I'll be back soon." She said before stopping by Gwenog Jones to ask who the captains were.

"Malfoy and McLaggen." Gwenog told the brunette with a kind smile.

"Thank you." Hermione said before leaving.

She was gone much longer than she had anticipated because she and Hannah had taken the time to design the jerseys. When she returned, she found that the teams were taking a break to eat in one of the private boxes.

She entered the private box and found Katie Bell chatting with Draco as they ate at the bar.

Hermione inhaled deeply, set her beaded bag on a table, and walked over to Lee Jordan to give him the names of the teams.

"Those are great!" Lee said, "Who came up with them?" He asked as he wrote them in his notebook.

"Teddy, Henry, and Charlotte." She said, before adding, "Henry and Charlotte are actually the reason this entire thing began." She went on to explain to him about how she and Draco had seen the brother and sister in St. Mungo's and how the pricing of Charlotte's treatment was absurd, but Draco immediately offered to pay it.

Lee was amazed, "That is marvelous! You know…I'm engaged to Padma Patil. She's a brilliant journalist for the Daily Prophet. Would you and Draco be willing to let her interview you so that she can write up a story about this entire Match and how it came about?"

"Of course!" Hermione said. "When?"

"I'll ask her tonight and we'll write you, or should we write Draco?"

"You ought to write Draco. We've got to work at his home tonight, sending out more tickets and such." She explained.

"Of course." Lee said kindly, "We'll write him tonight and let him know."

"Thank you, Lee."

He nodded, "You got it. This deserves as much publicity as possible. It's a brilliant and utterly selfless thing to do."

She smiled and glanced over at Draco just as Katie casually touched his bicep while laughing at something he had said.

Hermine swallowed and walked over to the door. She grabbed her beaded bag from the table and began to look through it for her notepad and quill.

Harry walked toward the brunette, "How are you, Mione?" He asked with a bit of stiffness, though she didn't notice his tone at all.

"Hmm?" She hummed distractedly before realizing what he had asked, "I'm…I'm well, Harry. How are you?"

He nodded, "I'm doing alright…though I've got a question for you."

"What's that?" She asked, figuring it was about the Match.

He glanced around before quietly asking, "Are you shagging Malfoy?"

Her heart nearly stopped, before she looked around in panic and pulled him out of the private box, "What did you just say?"

"You heard me." He said once they were in the corridor. "I saw marks all over his back and on his shoulder. He's shagging someone and you're the only person that I know he's been around for a significant amount of time lately…seeing as you've both been so busy planning this Match."

Looking around nervously, she inhaled and licked her lips, "I…erm…yes. Yes, I am, but there's more to it."

Harry inhaled deeply and nodded, "Go on. I'm listening."

"I love him. Harry, I love that man, and he loves me." She explained. "We're together."

He huffed, "How long?"

"Since April." She replied. "Please don't tell anyone."

"So, you two are in love but it's a secret…" He said, looking rather upset.

"Just until after the Match. It would take too much attention away from the Match and this is far too important. Harry, it's for the orphaned children. The ill, orphaned children." She said quietly.

He swallowed, understanding, having been an orphaned child himself. "Okay. I won't say a word." He said with a sigh. "Does anyone else know?"

"Daphne and Astoria Greengrass both know, but that's it and they won't tell anyone."

He nodded with a sigh, "I'm just surprised that you kept it from me. I mean…it's me."

"Harry…" She said, feeling that her reasoning was obvious. "You and Ron are much closer than you and I are."

Harry appeared massively hurt by the remark. "Hermione, I love you…"

"I know, Harry, but you basically took his side after everything happened. After he cheated on me in the bed he and I shared. I just…" She sighed, "Look, I love you too. You're practically my brother, Harry, but isn't a brother supposed to protect you when your hearts been broken?" She asked, finally letting out words she had held in for so long.

Her words had a strong and evident impact on him as his eyes widened and he swallowed. Nodding Harry said, "Yeah. I…I didn't know what to do and, in the end, I did the wrong thing." He said, surprising her. "I was wrong and I'm sorry, Hermione. Ron was wrong, as well, for what he did. There's no grey area to it. He was just flat out wrong."

She inhaled shakily, knowing that she couldn't get emotional…not there. "Thank you, Harry."

Nodding, he said, "I'd like to spend more time with you."

She smiled and nodded, "I'd like that as well. Since you know now, we may ask you to come over to Draco's place and help us with sending out tickets for the Match. It's been quite the task."

He nodded, "I'd be happy to help. When do you need me?"

"I'm not sure just yet. I'll send a letter to #12 when I know for certain. But I suppose I ought to be careful since Ron lives there as well. I don't want him to see it and find out." She said thoughtfully.

Harry swallowed, "He erm…he doesn't."

"What?" She asked, confused.

"Ron…he's not living at #12. It's just me there."

"I thought he moved in there with you after moving out of our flat." She said, becoming even more confused.

He shook his head, "No. He's erm…he's living with Lavendar."

Hermione nodded, "Oh okay." She said, ignoring the rage in her gut.

"Hermione…you should know something. I don't want you to find out through the Prophet or in some other terrible way but erm…Ron…he's…he's planning to propose to Lavendar soon."

Hermione swallowed, "Oh."

"Look, I'm sorry. He came over the other day and was utterly furious. He was raving about how you don't care about him anymore and that he shouldn't care about you. I talked to him, explaining to him that he was the one that cheated but he said that you had been acting like you had lost interest in him for quite some time before he started cheating and..."

"Started cheating?" Hermione cut in, confused, "What do you mean? How long was he cheating on me?"

Harry swallowed, and shook his head, "I…I'm not sure."

"Do not lie to me, Harry Potter." She said angrily. "How long?"

Harry sighed. "About…about 4 months before you caught him. I didn't know though. Not until you caught him. He didn't tell me anything before that point."

Hermione felt lightheaded and shook her head, "We were engaged for 6 months before I ended the relationship, Harry." She said, her throat feeling dry and tight. "Are you telling me that 2 months after he asked me to spend my life with him, he chose to cheat on me and then continued to do it until he was caught?" She asked shakily.

Harry didn't respond, simply swallowing.

Gwenog Jones announced that practice would start up again in 15 minutes.

"Hermione…" Harry said as the other players began to exit the private box to use the loo and get prepared.

Hermoine licked her lips, fighting back the tears she felt brimming in her eyes.

Harry touched her shoulder before he pulled her into a hug, "I'm sorry, Hermione." He muttered against the top of her head. "I'm so sorry." He whispered.

She let him hug her for a moment before pulling away, "I can't. I think…I think I'm going to be sick." She said rushing past Draco who had just exited the private box.

Draco furrowed his brow, feeling horribly concerned. He looked over at Harry and noticed him rubbing the bridge of his nose stressfully.

"Are you coming, Malfoy?" Katie asked having not noticed Hermione.

He swallowed and said, "I'll be there momentarily." He hurried after Hermione.

He found her in one of the women's loos off the main corridor. She was throwing up into a toilet. He rushed over, pulling her hair up while gently rubbing her back.

"It's okay…" He whispered, "Just breathe, Love." He murmured.

She sobbed as she threw up.

When she was done, Hermione flushed the toilet and used her wand to clean herself up a bit. She stood up and was immediately pulled into a warm, loving hug that caused her to break down into tears.

Draco furrowed his brow and felt rage toward whomever had caused her to feel that way.

After a few moments, she pulled back, but didn't meet his eyes.

She reached into her beaded bag for her spare toothbrush that she carried around with her. She brushed her teeth before turning to face him and sniffed.

"What happened?" He asked.

She shook her head, "I just…I found something out that…" She swallowed.

Draco stepped closer and took her hands in his, "What is it, Love?"

"I don't want to upset you." She muttered.

Furrowing his brow, Draco shook his head, "Don't worry about me."

She huffed, "Draco…"

He nodded, rolling his eyes, knowing full well that she was going to worry about him just as he would always worry about her.

"Just tell me." He said in a calming whisper.

Licking her lips, Hermione said, "Harry just told me that Ron had been cheating on me for 4 months before I caught him in bed with that slag."

Draco clenched his jaw, "That bloody plonker never knew, did he?" He muttered.

Confused, Hermione looked up at the blond wizard, "Never knew what?"

Draco met her eyes and cupped her jaw, "He never knew how bloody lucky he was. To have you say that you'd spend forever with him…" Draco huffed, shaking his head. "Blockhead fucked up the best thing he'd ever have."

She smiled, looking up at him, "You are beyond sweet. Do you know that, Draco Malfoy?"

He furrowed his brow and pulled her hands up to his lips, pressing kisses to her knuckles. "Darling, I love you." He muttered and met her eyes, "I will never hurt you. I will never cheat on you. And I will always treasure you."

Tears welled up in her eyes, "I'd kiss you, but I just threw up and I don't want to gross you out."

He shook his head and captured her lips with his own.

She hummed and kissed him back, cupping the back of his head as her fingers threaded through his short hair.

There was a knock on the women's loo door, and they broke apart, looking at each other, concerned.

"It's Harry." They heard from the other side of the door.

Draco's eyes bulged but Hermione kissed him once more, "He knows." She muttered, "I'll explain later."

He nodded, trusting her, as she let Harry into the lavatory.

"Are you okay?" He asked her, concerned, giving Draco nothing more than a glance.

She nodded, "I am." She said before saying, "You both need to get out there for practice.

Harry nodded, "I know. I just wanted to check on you." He said before glancing at Draco and leaving.

Draco furrowed his brow as a thought crossed his mind. "Did Ginny ever tell you who the bloke was that she wanted to set you up with?" He asked.

She shook her head, "No, but after Cedric chatted me up this morning, I assumed I had been correct in thinking it was him. Why?" She asked.

He shook his head, "Just curious." He said before kissing her lips, "I'll see you after practice."

She nodded and watched him leave. Once Practice began again, Hermione headed back to Diagon Alley to pick up the printed menus.

She stopped by Draco's townhouse to leave them there so that they could slip a menu into each program before she Apparated to her flat. She packed a bag and checked to make sure that she had both of Draco's birthday gifts wrapped and ready to give him. She decided to stop back by her flat after practice to pick it all up. She unlocked her floo and floo'd to back to the stadium.

It was nearly six when they finished the first practice.

Draco bid everyone farewell with a glance at Hermione before leaving via floo to go back to his townhouse. He had decided it'd be best for him to shower at home rather than in the team showers with the rest of the male players.

Harry walked over to Hermione, "What are your plans for tonight?"

"Well, it's Draco's birthday, so I'm making him dinner." She replied quietly.

Harry's eyes widened, having not realized it was Draco's birthday. He swallowed and nodded, pulling her into a hug before she left via floo. She stopped by her flat and locked her floo before apparating to Draco's townhouse. She went up to his bedroom and set her bag and his gifts on the bed before hearing the shower running in the ensuite. She smirked and stripped off her clothes before walking into the ensuite and into the elegant black stone shower.

Draco smiled, feeling her arms wrap around him from behind.

She pressed a kiss to his back and muttered, "Happy Birthday, Love."

"Thank you, Darling. Are you okay?" He asked quietly, turning around and pulling her close.

She nodded, "I am. But I'll tell you what would make me better." She smirked.

He nodded and cupped her jaw, kissing her lips.

Sometime later, he slowly set her back down on the stone floor of the shower, her legs still trembling from her multiple orgasms. He kept a grip around her waist to keep her standing though he too felt lightheaded from the intensity of his own climax.

Her hands gripped onto his shoulders, holding herself steady as he leaned down and kissed her lips. She moaned against his mouth before they separated. Beginning to feel sturdier on her legs, she slowly let go of his shoulders without breaking eye contact.

He smiled down at her, "I missed you today. Despite seeing each other a bit today…I didn't get to spend your birthday doing what I would have want to."

"Yeah?" He said, "And what's that?"

"The two of us naked in be all day long." She smirked.

"Now that is a happy birthday." He smirked back.

She laughed, "How did practice go today? I had to leave the stadium multiple times today, so I didn't really get to see very much of it."

"It went well. What all were you doing?" He replied.

"Well, I went to Hannah Abbott's shop to give her the information about each team…their names, the players' names and numbers and the captains. We designed the jerseys and then I went back to the stadium. That's when I found you all eating lunch." She explained, reaching down to grab the bottle of soap. "Then, later on, I had to go pick up the menus for us to put in the programs." She said as she poured some soap in her hand and rubbed it on his chiseled chest, causing him to smile. "I stopped by my flat to pack a bag and then I returned to the stadium." She explained.

"What are the team names?"

"Well, the other team is The Mighty Manticores, because Teddy thinks Viktor looks like a Manticore." She smirked. "And Team A is The Fearsome Firebirds."

Draco laughed, nodding, "Those are brilliant." He said before pouring some soap into his own hand and saying, "So are you going to tell me what happened with Potter and how it is that he now knows about us?"

She nodded as Draco rubbed his soapy hands along her body, "Well, he asked if I was shagging you because he noticed the marks on your back and shoulder." She said, eyeing the bite mark on his shoulder.

"And you told him that you were?" Draco said, his hands moving down to rub foaming soap over her arse and thighs.

She nodded, biting her bottom lip, "I did." She said in a slightly breathy tone, "I told him it was more than that though. I…" She moaned when his hands moved along her inner thighs, "I explained that I love you and that you love me." She said as he rubbed his hands along her calves and shins.

"That, I do." He murmured standing back up straight, his hands slowly trailing along her skin. He nudged her nose with his own, "What did he say to that?"

"He asked why it was a secret." She said, her own hands moving from his hard chest and carved abdomen to his hands and up his arms. "I told him that we didn't want to take any attention from the Match. He asked me who else knew and I told him that Astoria and Daphne both knew but wouldn't say anything to anyone." She explained as her hands soaped up the skin on his arms, shoulders and down his back to his arse.

He nodded, feeling her pushing him back until he sat on the stone shower bench. He fully expected her to straddle his lap but instead she backed away from him, underneath the stream of the water.

Swallowing, he watched as the water gently caressed her skin, rinsing away all the suds that covered her body, and revealing the slightly shimmering skin beneath. He felt his breath catch in his throat as she stepped closer to him once more and got down on her knees in front of him.

He didn't speak, he couldn't, as her soft hands slowly moved from his knees, and up his thighs while she watched his cock hardening under her treatments.

She bent down and kissed his left knee before moving her lips further up his legs, kissing a path up his thigh.

Over the sound of the falling water, she heard and felt him shudder when she kissed the shaft of his cock. She took her time, kissing and licking the shaft until she saw that the head was swollen and nearly purple with precome beading up from it.

Draco clenched his jaw and gripped the edge of the shower bench.

"Fuck…" He murmured, watching as she turned her head and kissed his thigh before gently sucking on his ballocks.

Draco's head fell back, "Oh gods…" He groaned, reaching down, and threading his fingers through her wet hair.

She hummed and moved back to his cock, kissing it before she took the head into her mouth.

His jaw fell open as his grip tightened on her hair. She moaned, bobbing her head, taking more and more of him each time.

Without stopping, she looked up and met his storm grey eyes with her deep brown ones. He swallowed, breathing heavier as he watched her, never breaking eye contact.

Hermione reached up with her free hand and dragged her nails down his chest, still looking into his eyes.

She swallowed around him, and he groaned, thrusting his hips involuntarily as he gripped her hair a bit tighter, and his head fell back.

"Fuck…Love, I'm about to…oh gods!" He groaned, coming down her throat.

Hermione swallowed before humming as she pulled back and swiped her thumb along her bottom lip.

She looked at him and smiled, watching as his chest heaved up and down.

Lifting his head, he met her eyes once more, "Was that my birthday gift?" He asked quietly, "Because if so, I applaud you."

Hermione laughed and nodded, "It was one of your gifts, yes." She replied.

He smiled, "Best birthday ever."

She laughed, shaking her head, as he helped her stand up.

He pulled her close and cupped her arse with both hands, "I love you." He mumbled against her lips before kissing her.

She hummed and kissed him back.

A while later, when they were getting dressed in lounge clothes, Hermione looked over at the blond wizard and smiled, "By the way, Lee was telling me today that he is engaged to Padma Patil. She writes for the Daily Prophet, and he thinks she'll want to write a story about the Match, interviewing the two of us." She said, "She's supposed to write you tonight."

His brow raised, "That's marvelous! Perhaps people who don't even come to the Match will want to donate to the Orphans at St. Mungo's." He said.

Hermione nodded, "Perhaps. I sure hope so."

She heard his stomach growl and smirked, "Hungry?"

He chuckled and nodded, "Well, I've been flying all day and then after that shower…" He smirked. "I'm in need of some sustenance."

She laughed as she pulled her hair up into an untidy bun and nodded, "Come on. I'm cooking you a birthday dinner."

"Really now?" He grinned, "What are you making?"

"You'll see." She smirked before leading the way out of the room.

The couple went down to the lavish kitchen, where she began to gather the ingredients for a simple yet delicious meal that she was rather fond of.

While she stirred the sauce sometime later, Draco walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He pressed a kiss to her neck, "It smells spectacular." He murmured against her skin. "What is it?"

She smiled, loving that moment and the feel of his arms around her. "It's going to be Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo." She replied as a familiar owl flew into the lounge window.

Draco looked over at it before pressing one last kiss to Hermione's neck before letting go of her. He took the envelope from the owl and opened it, seeing that it was from Astoria.

"Is that from Padma?" Hermione asked, still stirring the sauce.

"No. It's from Tori." He replied with an amused sigh, "She wants to come to the next practice. She's asked me to introduce her to Chang. Something that I stupidly agreed to do."

She looked over at him, "Why do you say that?" she asked.

He huffed, and set the letter on the counter, "Chang is not the type of person Tori should be with."

"Oh." She said, refocusing on the sauce, "Who should she be with?" she asked in an odd tone that she despised in herself.

He could hear the concern in her tone and walked back over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, "A woman who she can trust and that is certainly not Cho Chang." He murmured, pressing another kiss to her neck. "I promise you, Darling, Tori doesn't look at me in that way."

She nodded, "I know." She said quietly.

He pulled her tighter to him, "And I only have eyes for you, Hermione Granger."

Smiling, she turned around and faced him, cupping his jaw, "I know that as well, Love."

"Do you?" He asked, worried. "You seem a bit…upset…" He said quietly as he cupped her jaw and looked into her eyes.

She nodded, "I do. I promise." She smiled.

He grinned as she waved her wand, turning off the stove.

"You ought to go write her back while I finish up dinner." She said as she turned back to the food and began to put everything together with simple flicks of her wand.

He nodded and pressed a soft kiss to the back of her neck before walking into his home office.

While he was out of the room, Hermione set the table and ran up to Draco's bedroom to grab the two gifts she had brought over for him to open. She placed them on the table and grabbed a bottle of red wine from Draco's wine collection.

While she was adding the finished touches to the plates, another owl flew into the townhouse and dropped an envelope on the kitchen counter.

Hermione read the address line:

Draco Malfoy or Hermione Granger

Malfoy London Townhouse

She knew it had to be from Padma and decided to wait until Draco came back to open it.

She was pouring wine into each of their glasses when Draco reentered the kitchen.

"Blimey!" He said, looking at the table. "Hermione, this is lovely. You got me gifts?"

She smiled and turned to face him, "Of course I did. It is your birthday."

"Yes." He chuckled, "But after the gift you gave me in the shower…"

"Draco, I love you. I was happy to give you a blow job but I'm still going to give you an actual present." She smirked.

He laughed, nodding, "Okay. I'm eager for September, you know, to return the favor on your birthday." He smirked, "Though, I doubt I'll be waiting until September to taste you again."

She swallowed and cleared her throat, "Draco, it's dinnertime." She said, struggling for him speak that way and drag him to bed.

He smirked and walked over to her, "And what if I said that you're what I want to eat? What if I said that all I want to do right now is put my head between those gorgeous thighs of yours and devour you for dinner?"

She inhaled slowly, attempting to focus but the smirk on his lips along with the glint in his eyes caused her heart to thud heavily in her chest, and her mind to fill with a sort of azure-colored haze of yearning.

He leaned forward and took the glass of wine from her hand, taking a sip of it before setting it on the table along with the bottle.

"Love…" he said quietly, hoping to stir her out of her thoughts, not realizing that she, in fact, had no thoughts, just desires.

"Hermione…" He said, leaning down, kissing her jaw and chin before kissing her lips.

She moaned and kissed him back, reaching up to cup the back of his head.

Surprising the witch, Draco pulled back, nudging her nose with his, "Let's eat dinner, then I'll have you for dessert, yeah?" He said before explaining, "I want you…I want you right now. This moment. However, my stomach is completely empty and if I don't get some sort of nourishment, I'll be worthless to you, especially in bed." He smirked.

She smiled and nodded but kissed him once more.

They sat down and ate their dinner while chatting about their excitement for the Charity Match as well what would happen once the Match was over.

"How do you want to go public about our relationship?" Draco asked before taking a sip of wine.

Hermione reached over and took his hand, "Love, I'm fine with making a formal announcement in the Prophet or simply telling our mates and living our life." She said with a smile.

He chuckled, "A formal announcement…" He said, "That would be something."

She rolled her eyes lightheartedly, "Well, honestly, why don't we just go to Theo's and Luna's Anniversary Bash together on Sunday?"

He nodded, "I think that's a brilliant idea." He said with a smile. "I can't wait for them to all know."

She smiled, squeezing his hand as she nodded.

"What's that?" Draco asked, nodding to the counter where the envelope was laying.

"Oh." Hermione said, "It's addressed to either one of us. I think it's from Padma." She said, summoning the envelope over to them.

They opened it and read the letter together.

"So, tomorrow then?" Draco said with a nod. "Noon at the Leaky Caudron."

"I hope this interview attracts more donations."

He nodded, "I'm sure it will." The wizard said.

Hermione smiled.

"I'm going to go and write her back to let her know that we'll both be there. I'll be right back." Draco said before kissing Hermione's hand and leaving the table to go to his home office once more to write a response to the journalist.

Hermione cleaned up the kitchen and waited for him to return. When he did, he rejoined her at the table.

"Would you care to open your gifts?" She asked.

Grinning, he nodded, "Yeah." He unwrapped the larger one first, finding a, unfinished wooden box. He furrowed his brow and opened the box, finding a bottle of Glenmorangie Highland Single Malt Scotch Whisky…a muggle whisky that was aged 19 years.

"This is wonderful, Hermione!" He grinned.

She smiled, "It's supposed to be some of the very best muggle Scotch Whisky there is."

"Well, would you care for a dram?" He asked.

She nodded, "Sure." She replied as he summoned over two whisky glasses and poured them each a healthy serving.

Taking a sip, he furrowed his brow and nodded, "Bloody hell, that's marvelous!"

She nodded, smiling, feeling thrilled that he liked it. She took another sip as he began to unwrap his other gift.

It was smaller than the first. Yet again, he discovered a wooden box, however this bow had an elegant finish to it. Opening it, his eyes widened upon seeing a wristwatch unlike any other he had ever seen before.

"I purchased it from Timekeepers in Diagon Alley. It's a new watch that's called Ludum Tempus Magistri." She said.

He grinned, "Game Time Master, eh?"

She nodded, "It's meant for professional Quidditch Players. It does not break any rules, I've checked. The face of the watch contains the time, of course, but it also has your current speed, elevation, the temperature and warns you of any approaching objects, such as Bludgers." She smirked. "The outside ring of numbers will keep track of your scores."

Draco beamed, "Love, this is marvelous!" He beamed, "I didn't even know about these."

Smiling, Hermione said, "I'm glad that you like it."

She stood up and walked over to him. He scooted back a bit as she sat on his lap. Biting her lip, she took the wristwatch from his hands and slipped it around his left wrist.

He grinned, watching her as she clasped it and met his eyes, "I love you, Draco. Happy Birthday."

He smiled and leaned up, kissing her lips before muttering against her lips, "Now…I'm ready for dessert."