Author's Note- Love you all. I got over twenty reviews now. I hope to break thirty from this chapter, so help a girl out. Aslo Hermione is a little OOC in this chapter, but it's funy. Oh! I had a review asking me if I would continue this story to Hogwarts so I put a poll up on my profile page. Go vote please. Sorry about the long wait I had to write a parody of a song for literature.

Chapter 9- Best Birthday

"Happy Birthday, Draco!"

I was startled out of my slumber. I fell of the bed landing with a loud thump! I rubbed my eyes, waking myself up. Hermione, along with mum and father where smiling down on me. Hermione was trying to hold back a snicker.

"Happy Birthday." Hermione exclaimed.

"Thanks, love." I said, standing up and pulling her into a hug.

"Breakfast is ready with all your favorite foods." mum told me.

"I'll be down in a few minutes. Let me take a shower."

"Okay. Hurry up, darling." mum said, kissing me on the cheek.

I kissed her, and they exited the bedroom. I went into the bathroom, taking a quick shower that helped to completely wake me. Wrapping the towel around myself I walked to the closed. I grabbed a dark blue t-shirt. Slipping it over my head I rummaged in the closet until I found a pair of black jeans.

When I went down the table was already set. Father sat at the head of the table with mum on is right. Hermione sat in the chair on his left side. I kissed her hair before plopping into the seat beside her.

"Morning, love." I said cheerfully.

"Good morning, Draco." Hermione smiled.

"Sleep well, Draco?" mum asked.

"Yes, mum. Hello father."

"Nice to see you finally wake up. It's almost ten already." Lucius laughed.

I was still trying to get use to his new attitude. He had been laughing more now, and smiling quite often. He had even taken to having long discussions about the manor's magic with Hermione. I think she liked him. It seemed easier for her to overcome differences. I, on the other hand, had the terrible memories. They were in the past. Still it hurt, but I was healing. The family was growing closer everyday. I spent more time with my parents. Not hiding outside in the woods or in my bedroom like before. I was enjoying this new peace that had fallen over the manor since Hermione had came.

"Happy Birthday Master Draco." said a squeaky voice.

I glanced toward the ditectiong of the voice to see our house elf, Eve, was handing me a small box.

"Your present from, Eve. I like your Mistress Hermione. She is very kind to Mitzi and I. Do you love Mistress Hermione? Is she your wife?"

I could feel a blush creeping up my neck as the house elf stared at me, wide eyed and in wonder. I noticed that everyone at the table was also waiting for my answer.

"Thank you, Eve, for the gift. I'm glad you like Hermione. I like her too, and no she isn't my wife. Though I do love her." I admitted.

"So your going to marry her!" squeaked an excited Eve.

My blush deepen at her question. I honestly didn't know the answer. I really like her. No, I loved her. There were just to many complications to think about. Besides we were too young to get married.

"Maybe in the future, Eve."

"I can't wait."

I let out a shaky laugh at her responded. House elves were every. . .unique. Always happy. Ready to serve and help at any moment. I had noticed that they became even more hyper than before when Hermione showed up. I assumed it had to do with her jumping my father's arse for not saying thank you to Mitzi the other day. I pledge then to never be mean to another house elf after seeing Hermione's wrath. Woman was bloody scary when she was mad.

"Are you going to open you gift, Master Draco."

"Of course."

I did just that. Undoing the bow around the box and taking the lid off. Inside was a mix of homemade sweeties. All of my favorites, chocolate, caramels, and toffee.

"Thank you, Eve. Did Mitzi help you make these?"

"Yes, we makes them all last night. Does Master Draco like them?"

"Very much. Tell Mitzi I said thank you."

"Eve, will do so, sir."

With that Eve disappeared back to the kitchens. Probably to start lunch. I turned back in my chair. Breakfast passed quickly as we chatted. Hermione and father were engrossed in a deep discussion about the charm on the house that told her she was a Pureblood. Mum had left the room a minute ago, saying she needed to get something.

She came back carrying a large box in silver wrapping paper. She placed the parcel on the table in front of me.

"Your birthday gift from your father and I. Open it." she said, sounding just as excited as Eve had been.

I unwrapped the package hurriedly, for I had a suspicion on what it might be. I lift the lid off and pulled the colorful tissue paper back. My suspicions were correct. It was a brand new broom. A Firebolt at that. It's handle was sleek and every twig was perfectly alined, awaiting me to mount it and flight away.

"Thank you so much. This is wicked. I love you guys. Both of you." I shouted.

Then it hit me. I had just told my father that I loved him for the first time since he started beating me. I flashed a look at him to see that he was watching me in amazement. I couldn't help but feel like he thought I was lying. I mean, I haven't said those words in over ten years. I needed to assure him that I meant it.

"I mean it, dad. I love you." I stated wrapping my arms around him in only our second embrace.

It felt good to have his strong arms around me. Holding me there in reassurance and pride. I had been independent forever, but that didn't mean that I didn't want comfort and compassion. Hell! I needed it after being deprived of it for so many years. I needed it and wanted it and now I was receiving it.

"I love you too, son. Always have, always will."

In response I squeezed him tighter. Which he returned before pulling back to look at our women. Hermione was smiling proudly, happy for our accomplishment. Mum on the other hand was crying. We both went and encased her in a tight embrace. This was the first time we had ever felt like a real family, complete and whole, well, except for one. Mum must have been thinking the same thing because a moment later she was pulling Hermione into our family bear hug. We stood like this until Mitzi bustled in juggling another tray of food, this one with a large Birthday cookie.

"Happy Birthday, Master Draco. Is young master liking his present for Mitzi and Eve? We work hard to make you happy, sir. Did we do good?"

"I like your present very much Mitzi. You did a great job, both of you did. Thanks for the cookie cake." I said as she set the tray on the dinner table.

"Your welcome, Young Master Draco. Mitzi is always ready to sever you."

With that she bowed and excited out of the room with a loud crack!

"Time to eat your breakfast cake, Draco. We all know Hermione likes a fat man so eat up. Don't forget there will be cake later at dinner." my dad laughed.

"I don't think she does, but that's not stopping me from eating this giant cookie!" I exclaimed.

"Draco," Hermione said slapping me with a book on the shoulder, "How dare you say I would be so prejudice. I would love you even if you were fat. Though the female does love a nice body that's easy on the eyes. Isn't that right Cissy?"

"Oh, of course Hermione."

"Yeah, like that quidditch player Victor Krum, yummy?"

"Hell yes, if I was his age I would be all over that."

"Yup, if it wasn't for fat Draco over here I would be flaunting my stuff to him. If you know what I mean." Hermione said with a playful wink.

"I'm living this room right now if you two don't stop this talk right now. You two are so gross!" I shuttered.

"What's wrong? Is Draco jealous?" Hermione mocked.

"Mia, I am most diffidently not jealous."

"Really? You wouldn't mind me kissing him like this next time I see him then would you?" she smirked.

She then proceeded to snog me in front of my parents. Where the hell was Hermione getting all the backbone and spunk from? Oh right- my mother. She was turning her into a Slytherin. I would have stopped the kiss because my parents were there, but my male teenage hormones thought otherwise. Instead I kissed her like there was no tomorrow. I heard my father clear his throat, I ignored him. He left the room along with a giggling Narcissa.

We kissed for what seemed like hours, which in reality was only a few minutes, okay, a lot of minutes. But who's counting, right? When we pulled back we were both panting and gasping for air and smirking arrogantly at each other. Teenage love was a weird thing. I was sure it was going to be like riding a thestrals you couldn't see. Unfamiliar, exciting, scary at times, but a great joy nonetheless.

"Hermione why didn't you get me a gift? I'm your boyfriend your kinda obligated to do that you know." I teased.

"I did get you a gift it's just not here."

"Where is it then?"

"It's at the cottage."

"Can we go get it?"

"You sound like a five year old boy on Christmas, Draco, but sure."

"I know I do, love."

She laughed as we passed through the many hallways of the manor and out the back door. Walking hand-in-hand in the garden like we have many times before to get to the cottage. When Hermione was looking the other way I snatched a quite large pink and white carnation.

"Here you go, love," I said handing her the flower, "now you look extraordinary."

"Thank you," she blushed, "I think you're going to love your gift from me. It's very unique."

"What is it?"

"Like I'd tell you. Besides we're here. You can open it now."

She was right we were there. She made me stay out on the porch while she went to retrieve it. She game back a moment later wearing a smile and holding a case wrapped in light blue wrapping paper. I couldn't help but notice that the paper was the exact same as my eyes. Ironic. Or maybe not I found myself think as I unwrapped the package. Inside was a guitar. A normal very popular muggle guitar.

"Hand it to me. There is something special about this guitar." she said holding out her hands.

I lifted the guitar from its case and passed it to her.

"Watch." she whispered excitedly.

I did. She leaned down and kissed the handle before she began to sing. I watched in awe as she sung the song from the first night I had truly meet her. When she had played the song for me. Changing my life. She made me not want to hurt myself anymore. She understood what it was like for me. She was my savior. Now she was putting my family back together. She sang Behind Blue Eyes for a few seconds. When she hit the second line something changed on the guitar.

Dark loping cursive letters engraved themselves onto the surface. Not just any letters put those of the song she was sing. I watched wide eyed as the lyrics 'no one knows what it's like to be the bad man, to be the sad man behind blue eyes' engraved into the surface then faded out as she sung the next verse. It was extraordinary. It was the best lift anyone had ever given me.

"Hermione, I love you! Thank you so much! This is incredible!" I yelled, tackling her in a bone crushing hug.

"Can't...breath...Draco." she gasped.

"Sorry." I grinned sheepishly, releasing my grip on her slightly.

"Your amazing. How did you do it?"

"I used a charm that I picked up from Gred and Forge."

"You learned something from the weasel twins?"

"Be nice there are still my friends, and it's Weasley. And yes, I did learn something from them. They happen to be great at charms and potions. It's how they make all their products."

"Should have guessed that. They got me enough times with their pranks. I still have to give them credit though. This is great."

"Try it out."

She hopped out of my lap, handing the guitar back to me as she did so. I strummed it to make sure it was in tune before opening my mouth and signing the same song. As I was singing I could practically feel the words pouring out of my fingertips, traveling through the guitar, and onto the surface. Hermione began to sign along with me. We swayed to the music like fools until I lunch time came.

Lunch was like this morning. Fun and full of jokes. Mostly jokes told by father about are earlier snogging secession. These jokes tended to make Hermione blush a deep red which further caused mum to giggle. More jokes came our way the entire day.

After lunch we went to sit on the upstairs balcony. Hermione slipped into a discussion with mother, and I with my father. We were soon interrupted by a tiny gray owl flying towards us. It dropped a letter in Hermione's lap before flying off again.

'Dear Hermione,' Hermione read

'It's mum and dad. We miss you. When are you going to be back from your friends house. We would love to talk with you. We haven't spoken much since you found out you were a Pureblood. See you when you get home.

Love from mum and dad,

P.S. I don't see how you use these pesky owls. They are very confusing.'

"When are you going to see them, dear. We could invite them to dinner tonight. That would be prefect, right ? I would love to meet your mother, Mia." mum exclaimed.

"Thank you Cissy. That's a great idea. I'll owl them real quick. I'm sure they would love to come." Hermione said just as excited.

"Women." I muttered.

Hermione wrote them a quick reply asking them to dinner. After a half hour the owl returned with an answer note saying they that it would be a pleasure to join us at dinner.

Mum quickly rushed Hermione to the bedrooms gushing words about needing to get ready. We only have and hour. Some much to do. Where are the Eve and Mitzi?

Father and I both turned back to our books knowing we wouldn't be seeing them for a couple of hours. I'd hope Hermione would survive, but the girl has taken some strange liking to being mum's live model. The nut.

Author's Note- Hope you like it. So I have a wierd request. I want to know what the people reading my story are like so please take the little survey in below and answer in a review or PM. I know no one has ever done this that I've seen, but I'm weird so take it. Suggestion of the chapter is Fantastic Herbs and Where to Buy Them by haikunumberfour. It's very different Dramione. Not four everyone.

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