Tuesday night Draco couldn't sleep. It was a little past midnight and he heard footsteps from the room above him. He figured Hermione was packing her things for the trip to France. She showed him how to use the television earlier that day. He was thankful she wasn't there to laugh at his futile efforts to operate the remote control. He skimmed through channels until he found something halfway decent to fall asleep to. He was half asleep when Hermione came downstairs.
"Dracoooo." She cooed in his ear softly. "Wake up birthday boy."

Draco smiled sleepily. "Yes?" He asked in a sleepy whisper.

"I have an idea of what we can do tonight." Draco opened one eye to look at her.

"Let me guess. Sleep?"

"No silly. We stay up all night until we leave for the airport so we can sleep on the way to France."

"Alright. What do you suggest we do first?" He asked.

"You walk to the park and I use he ring to meet you there." Hermione whispered in his ear.

Draco sighed. "Only if I don't have to try that blasted swing set thing again. My arse is still sore from falling off it this afternoon."

Hermione giggled softly. "Oh fine. Any other conditions Prince Malfoy?"

Draco made a casual thinking face. "Hmmm. A birthday shag wouldn't be out of the question, would it?" He asked with a wicked grin on his face.

Hermione sighed heavily but ended up smiling. "Oh alright." She tossed him a shirt and kissed his forehead. "Get dressed birthday boy."

Draco got dressed and looked at a clock on the wall. "Touch the ring in ten minutes."

Ten minutes later Hermione landed next to Draco. She looked around at her surroundings. "Draco why are we in a random field?"

Draco smiled at her. "Look up."

Hermione looked upward toward the sky and sighed happily.

"So we're star gazing now? Never knew you were so romantic."

Draco smiled and pulled Hermione against his side. "You like it?"

She nodded. "Yeah, it's beautiful."

"You're much more beautiful." Draco said softly. Hermione blushed slightly, partialy glad Draco couldn't see her red cheeks in the darkness.

"Are you excited for France?" She asked.

"I've been there before and wasn't too impressed. But now that I'm going with you, I couldn't be more excited. So how exactly will we get there? What is that airport thing you spoke of?

"We get there by plane. The airport is where people take planes to and from different places all over the world."

"Plane? What the hell is this plane thing you speak of?"

Hermione scoffed slightly. "It's used to travel long distances. Somewhat like a car, but it can go over, oceans and you get to your destination in half the time."

"How is that?" Draco asked.

"It flies."

"How?!"

"Without magic. Mostly aerodynamics."

"What's that?"

"Aerodynamics? I don't know too much about it. But it helps the plane stay in the sky. Plane travel much higher than you ever would on a broomstick.

"Speaking of broomstick. Accio nimbus 2001." Draco said nonchalantly. Dracos broom landed on the other side of him. "Care for a ride?"

"Draco! You know I hate flying."

"Then how come you love the swing set thing so much? It's practically the same as flying."

"I love the swing set because my father taught me how to use it. And I hate flying because I didn't learn to do so from a book."

"What if I taught you how to fly?"

"Don't be ridiculous Malfoy."

Draco smiled and stood up. "Come on. I'm not joking." He said as he held his hand toward her.

Hermione sighed and grabbed his hand. "Fine. Just promise me you won't laugh."

"I promise." Draco replied as he pulled her to her feet. "Ready?"

"I suppose. What do I do first?"

"Remember Madam Hooch's class first year? Place your hand over the broom and say 'up' in a clear sold voice."

Hermione extended her hand over Dracos broom. "Up." The broom didn't lift.

"A little clearer."

"Up" She said more clearly. The broom lifted itself into Hermiones grasp. "Now what?" She asked Draco.

"Mount it."

"The broom?"

"No Granger. Mount me. Draco said sarcastically. "Yes the broom."

Hermione glared at him. "Just wait until later Malfoy." Draco immediately shut up as she mounted the broom. "And now?"

"Think up. Push your feet off the ground and just try hovering for a minute." Hermione gently pushed her feet off the ground and hovered about a foot off the ground, shaking slightly. Draco has to stifle his laugh causing Hermione to glare at him.

"You promised""

"I know. I'm sorry. You're doing great. Whenever you're ready fly forward."

"What if I accidentally go up instead?"

"Then don't think about going up." Draco walked about 5 feet from Hermione. "Think about flying toward me. It'll be okay. Don't be scared."

Hermione exhaled heavily. Slowly but surely she flew toward Draco. As she flew toward him, he began walking backwards. "You're doing great Hermione." Draco said with a smile. She finaly got to him and smiled.

"Can we go home now?"

"What? Why? You aren't having fun?"

"No I am. It's just, I want to go ahead and give you that birthday shag as a reward for being so patient with me."

Draco laughed. "Alright."

"Draco, aren't you gonna tell me how to get down?"

"Just think down. Or ground." Hermione lowered to the ground and climbed off the broom and onto Draco's back.

"Ready?"

"Sure." Draco grabbed his broom and began walking back to Hermiones house.

Once the front door of the house was shut and locked Hermione immediately took Dracos shirt off and pushed him onto the couch, straddling his lap. She kissed him roughly, tugging at his hair, trying to be as close to him as possible. She nibbled on his ear lobe gently and whispered.

"Ready birthday boy?" Draco smirked and laid Hermione down on the couch and climbed over top of her, dragging his tongue down her neck. He quickly took her shorts off and gripped her tihhgs. She undid the button on his jeans in a hurry and pulled them down. She then wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him completely against her. Draco took off her shirt and bra with ease and gently bit her nipple. Hermione tilted her head back and groaned softly.

"Oh for Merlins sake Draco. Skip the foreplay and fuck me already." Draco laughed and rubbed his crotch against her sweet spot, teasing her.

"Why so aroused princess?" Draco asked with a smirk.

Hermione glared at him. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, if you don't-"

Draco shut her up with a hard kiss on the mouth and he removed the rest of their clothes. He slid his length inside her slowly, going as deep as possible. Hermione yelped causing Draco to clamp his hand over her mouth. Hermione licked his hand and whispered.

"Go ahead and silence me so I don't wake my parents."

Draco did as he was told and cast the silencing spell on her. He thrust into her fast and hard causing her eyes to flutter shut from pure bliss. As he kept ramming himself into her she kissed him long and hard, their tongues fighting for dominance. As they broke apart to catch their breaths, Draco rammed into Hermione once more and climaxed. He could tell his lover wasn't even close to climaxing yet so his slid his cock out of her and slid in two of his fingers. As he pumped his fingers in and out of her hot core, he used his thumb to tease her clit. He took in the view of her. Her head tilted back, biting her lip, toes curled and chest rising and lowering with each inhale and exhale. A few minutes later he felt her tighten around his fingers and she climaxed. Hesmiled and withdrew his fingers, sucking her juice of of them. He took the silencing spell off and she pulled him down toward her.

"I love you Draco." She whispered into his ear as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"I love you too Gra-Hermione." Draco smiled and kissed her gently.

"Are you tired?" She asked.

"A little bit." He replied with a yawn.

"You want some coffee?"

Draco nodded and got up, putting his boxers and jeans back on. As Hermione put on her knickers and his tshirt, she jumped onto his back and he led them to the kitchen.

"Hungry at all?"

"Not really. Are you?"

"A bit." She said as he set her on the counter.

"Do you want me to cook you something?"

"You cook?"

Draco smiled. "Yes. I make really god waffles. Do you like waffles?"

Hermione smiled and pulled him toward her. "Hmm. Yes. But I like my boyfriend much more."

Draco laughed and kissed her gently.

"You can't eat me. Unless you're a cannibal like Hannibal Lecter."

"You've read that book?"

"Yeah, it was good." Draco said smiling. "So do you want waffles or not?

"We can get some at the all night diner."

"Hm, let me guess. It's a restaurant that's open all night for drunks and trouble makers?"

"Correct."

"Can we be the trouble makers?" Draco asked as he stole a kiss.

"Oh why not."

"Then I will need my shirt. And you need to put pants on." Draco said laughing.

As Draco carried Hermione on his back to the diner, she kept randomly kissing him.

"So where is this diner?"

"On the corner. Over there." Hermione replied pointing to a small building with dim lighting on the inside. Draco carried her across the street and set her down at the door, holding it open for her. They both sat at a booth and the waitress came to take their order.

"Hey kids. How can I help you tonight?" She asked.

"Um, I'll have scrambled eggs, toast and hashbrowns with coffee." Draco said.

"And for you?" The waitress asked Hermione.

"Just cofee please."

"Alright. It'll be ready in a few minutes."

It was about 3 o'clock when they got back to the house. Draco was watching tv and Hermione was asleep in his arms. He looked down at her and smiled to himself. He nuzzled his face into her hair and slowly fell asleep. Draco wasn't asleep for too long when he was woken up from someone knocking on the front door. He opened his eyes and looked around. Hermione had apparently went back to her room, as Draco was on the couch alone and the television was off. He got up and sleepily trudged to the front door. It wasn't his house so he wasn't sure if he should answer or not.

"Who's there?"

"Draco? Is that you dear? It's your mother. I need to speak with you." said the person on the outside.

Draco opened the door and stepped outside, shutting the door behind him. "How'd you find me? Why're you here?" he asked with a yawn.

"The trace is still on you. I just wanted to wish my only son a happy birthday in person is all. Plus, I miss you. Are you enjoying your vacation?" Narcissa asked as she hugged her son.

"It's fantastic." Draco replied with a smile. "We're going to France in a few hours. What time is it anyway?"

"Half an hour until 5am. I had to come early so Lucius wouldn't question my going. And France? Sounds lovely. How is Hermione?"

"She's great. Everything is great. I suppose you didn't make this early trip just to check in on me. What's going on?"

Narcissa sighed softly and looked at her son. "The Dark Lord has ordered that a year from now you are to take the Dark Mark and become a Death Eater."

"I refuse."

"Draco! You cannot defy the Dark Lords wishes."

"For Merlins sake mother, you sound just like father. I'm going back to sleep."

"Draco, surely you must know what needs to happen before school starts. I've told you in letters."

"I don't want to talk about that. Or even think about it. See you in a few weeks." Draco turned around to enter the house but stopped when he heard his mother gasp.

"Draco Malfoy. Is that what I think it is on your back?" She asked in shock.

"Yes mother." Draco replied with a snarl.

"And she has one as well?"

Draco turned around and nodded. "Yes mother. I'm going back to sleep now. Bye." He walked back inside and locked the door behind him. He looked to he couch and saw Hermione, resulting in him letting out a heavy sigh.

"What all did you hear?"

"The end mostly. From what I heard I'm guessing she was surprised."

"Yeah."

"Get some sleep Draco. I love you" Hermione said as she kissed his cheek.

"I love you too."