"Malfoy", Hermione said. Draco immediately knew something was up. His wife hadn't called him Malfoy in years. She must be pissed off at something, but Salazar only knew what she was actually mad it.
"Hermione," he said back, in the most loving tone that he could manage with her glaring at him like that. Sod it all, he thought. I never know what I've done.
"Do you know what day it is?" His Gryffindor asked him slowly.
What day it was? Draco thought for a minute. It wasn't her birthday or their anniversary; he had memorized those right away. He knew how women got when you forgot something like that… He knew it wasn't Scorpius' or Eleana's birthday, he definitely knew those too. "Hermione, I'm sorry, but I don't have a clue what you're talking about." She glared at him a bit more.
"It's April 19th."
What in the world was April 19th? Draco wracked his brain for a minute before it finally came to him.
"It's your mum's birthday, isn't it?" This was the third year in a row that he had forgotten. He usually just couldn't be bothered to remember things like that, but, of course, it was a big day for his wife, so he had to remember.
"Yes, Draco, it is. Her party is in two hours and you're not even out of bed yet." Draco quickly jumped up with a small groan and enveloped his wife in a hug. He placed his nose in her hair and inhaled.
"I'm sorry, love. You know what would make you feel better?"
"Hm?"
"A nice hot shower with the love of your life."
Hermione cracked a smirk. It wasn't like she was ready for the party yet either, and she could use a shower anyway. "Fine, but it's going to be quick. We're not going to be late this time, and we can't take the floo over."
Draco grinned as well, dragging his wife along to the bathroom with him. "I know, love."
And, of course, they were late to the party, just like they were every year.