A/N: Right right, I know Draco's birthday is the fifth of June but I HAVE HAD SO MUCH SHIT GOING ON IN MY LIFE I basically forgot how to write… So I am so sorry that Draco's had to wait for this long to get his present! (Only 5 months late lol I'm a piece of shit). By the way, this is completely ad-libbed, I have not thought about this previously at all since my mind has been full of hair-loss-inducing bullshit. I hope you enjoy it; and also, I apologise in-advance for the probable short length. I should take that sentence out when I've finished writing it but I want you guys to know that this is actually a struggle. I feel like I've fallen out of love with writing, which is making me feel so shit because it's what I want/wanted to do in my life. But, I know I'm probably being a drama queen because even writing this has made me feel better. I've been writing a lot of non-fiction lately and while everyone has praised it technically, I'm not in love with the topics, which in turn is making me hate writing fiction also. I want to use this summer to 'fine tune my craft' so to speak and this includes finishing my first multi-chapter fic and focusing on my own untitled novella. ANYWAY – here's the fic, I hope it doesn't disappoint!

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The familiar sound of someone hitting their foot against a wooden dresser woke Draco up from his 'faux sleeping' act. His legs twitched and the intake of breath let everyone in the room know he was now 'awake'.

"Don't even pretend that you haven't been awake since I have." Harry had shared a bed with Draco for enough time to know when his lover was feigning being asleep. Draco gave up his charade and sat up in bed with a huff.

"Who do you think you are? Sherlock Holmes?" Draco made a point of looking at Harry's reflection – while he was trying to tame his unruly hair and beard – and screwed his face up.

"Well, I'm glad you brought him up actually," Harry tuned away from his own face and looked at Draco. His eyes lit up. "You're going to have to channel Mr Holmes' energy today because I'm not giving you your present until you guess what it is. Use the art of deduction!"

Harry turned away to walk out of their room. Draco's jaw was nearly resting in his lap. He coughed in surprise.

"You what…" he spluttered.

Resting his hand on the door frame and stretching, Harry let out a laugh that came from his stomach. "You heard me. Now I have to go. Shouldn't you be getting ready for your Mother's now anyway?"

Draco rolled his eyes in disbelief but knew Harry wasn't going to let anymore slip.

"It's a good job I love you. But aren't you forgetting something?"

Harry turned around, looked at his fiancé and raised his eyebrow. Then he walked towards the bed, around the Draco's side where the blond was still sat and kissed him softly on the lips. Standing up straight, he gave Draco a look that asked if he had done what he meant.

"While that was a nice, I meant that you forgot to give me a clue? Sherlock always has clues." Draco looked up smugly at his partner.

A mischievous smile spread across Harry's face. "Ah, I've already given it to you." He walked away from the bed laughing, picked up his bag and walked out of the door. Draco saw the swinging bag out the corner of his eye and gasped. He jumped out of bed and chased Harry down the stairs of their relatively new home. He grabbed the side of the rucksack that rested on Harry's back, stopping the black haired man from walking any further.

"The lady doth rise then?" Harry looked over his shoulder.

"This. Is. A. Louis. Vuitton. Bag!"

"No shit, really? No wonder I paid two thousand muggle pounds for it," Harry said sarcastically.

"Why have you got one and I haven't?"

"Because I actually go into the non-wizarding part of London every now and then. And I needed a new bag and I wanted to be a fashionable gay. So bye!"

Harry spun around, kissed Draco on the nose and skipped into the fireplace. He gave Draco a wink before he burst into green flames.

Draco stood with his mouth agape, in disbelief that Harry would buy a bag for himself so close to Draco's birthday. Walking up stairs and trying to shake off the weird atmosphere his birthday morning had created, Draco returned to his bedroom to get ready for his annual birthday tea at his Mother's.

At eleven, Draco could hear his mother's shrill voice ringing throughout the lower level of his house. He walked out of his bedroom, to the indoor balcony which overlooked the two-level split living room – he saw Mrs Malfoy's head frantically looking out of the floo for her son.

"Draco! Where are you? It's already eleven o'clock!"

"Get your head out of the floo, I'm coming over right now Mother", Draco while walking down the stairs.

He looked into the enormous mirror he insisted on putting into the room when he and Harry were decorating. In the reflection he saw a thirty-four year old man with white hair, cute wrinkles around his eyes and pale pink lips. He smiled and flashed his perfect and very expensive teeth. Draco sighed and turned towards the fireplace. He grabbed the powder and rolled it around in his hand.

"Malfoy Manor!"

With a whoosh, Draco was able to step out of his parents' fireplace without falling over.

"My little Dragon! How are you my love?" Narcissa enveloped her son in a reserved but loving hug.

"I'm fine thank you Mother," Draco pulled out of his Mother's hug so he was holding her hands. "How are you and Father?"

Narcissa smiled sweetly. "Ask him yourself."

Draco turned around to find his father, walking stick in one hand and a brandy in the other, standing by his armchair.

"Hello Draco. How is being thirty-four treating you?"

Draco relaxed as the comment on his and Harry's engagement that he was expecting didn't appear from his Father's mouth. "It feels no different to yesterday, since I have yet to receive any presents."

Draco's Mother rested her hand lightly on his shoulder. "We shall have to change that then."

Draco's father slowly walked over to his arm chair and groaned as he sat down. Narcissa waved her wand wordlessly and a small box flew in from another room landing in the4 old lady's hand. She then also sat down in her arm chair, more gracefully than her spouse.

"Draco, sit on the floor in between us like you used to when you were young."

"Mother I'm thirty-four. Today in fact. I think I'm a bit too old…"

Narcissa's stern glare made Draco trail off and sit cross legged on the rug between his parents; he was slightly closer to his mother.

"Now what with your engagement and surrogacy plans, which I must add we a both behind…" Draco shot an innocent look at his father, to which he received a slight nod as a reply. "I thought it was time I gave you this."

Narcissa handed Draco the small box, which was, of course, very dark green. Draco opened the box and gasped. Inside was the Black Family ring.

"Mother…"

"Of course what with all of my male cousins either being disowned or dying – may they rest in peace – the ring fell into my possession naturally for being the oldest Black child. This is why I pass it on to you. Whatever you choose to do with it however is your decision, as I know that that fiancé of yours also has a claim to that ring. You might not be needing it, what with your father's gift to you."

Draco again looked at his father who was now holding a small black box, almost identical to the one his mother had just given him in all but colour.

"My only son, my heir," Lucius said in his charming voice, untouched by age, "this is my gift to you on your final birthday before you are to be wed."

Without speaking, Draco took the box and opened it – he knew what was inside. The glistening Malfoy family ring shone at him from its place in the black velvet.

"Mother, Father, thank you so much." Draco had to stop speaking before the sound of his own voice would make him cry.

"Oh do stop Draco you're going to make me cry! Now go with your father into the library while I make some brunch."

With that, Narcissa rose from her chair and set off to the kitchen. Draco stood up as she left the room and walked towards his father's chair to help him out of it. Lucius' face made it known to Draco that he was in pain.

"It's getting worse isn't it?"

"You're such like your mother in that way," Lucius said resting his hand on Draco's shoulder, "you both like to make such an unnecessary fuss."

The two white haired men walked slowly to the library, a beautiful room with dark mahogany floor-to-ceiling shelves. Lucius walked towards his chair near the fireplace, making sure he grabbed an envelope from his desk on his way. Draco looked around the room in awe, having forgotten what his favourite room in his parents' house looked like and how it made him feel.

"You know this room was my saviour during the war. None of the death eaters were smart enough to even look at a book," Draco said as he sat in the chair opposite his father.

Lucius did not laugh. Instead, he looked at the envelope in his hands, avoiding Draco's face.

"You will never know the guilt I am burdened with for putting you through all of that. You and your mother. She is more likely to forgive me, but for a while, I didn't think you were going to. And then when you got together with Potter, I thought it was just get back at me, but I can see now you have a genuine relationship. I know giving extravagant gifts should not be used to one's own advantage, but I feel I owe this to you son."

Lucius handed Draco the envelope.

"It's your birthday gift but it's for you to also share with your betrothed. Oh, and I do hope you'll choose to wear the Malfoy ring yourself. It would be nice for you to give Potter the Black ring what with Sirius and all, but it would please your ancestors and I very much if you wear the Malfoy ring."

Draco looked at his father and nodded. Draco opened the envelope and pulled out a deed from within; it was the deed for the Malfoy chateau in the south of France.

"You're giving me the French castle?"

"Of course, you and Potter would an appropriate place to teach your children French. Also, your mother and I are too old for travelling now. Enjoy it Draco."

"Thank you so much father." Draco rose and hugged his father, who was still seated in his chair. After a moment, Lucius raised his arms and wrapped round his son.

"My little dragon, how is it you're so old now."

Draco let go of his father and looked at him sternly.

"Not that old father, please, you'll give me a complex. Now come along, mother will be waiting with food."

Draco winked at his father and strode off towards the dining room, thinking only with his stomach.

"That's my boy."

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At about 5 o'clock, after brunch and tea had been eating and memories have been reminisced, Draco decided it was time to go him and spend his evening with Harry, to celebrate his birthday doing something his parents would disown him for. With his house rings and new French home underneath his arms, he bid goodbye to his parents and flooed back to his home. To his surprise, it was dark when he stepped outside of the fireplace.

"Harry?" Draco called out into the darkness. "The lights aren't working and I'm scared…"

"SURPRISE!"

The lights switched on and Draco jumped so far back he hit his head on the mantel.

"What the fuck!"

"Draco! Mind your language, there are children present!" Draco recognised Hermione's shrill voice.

"Yes Draco, the only one of us still brave enough to swear in front of the children." George, already drunk, laughed out. Hermione shot him a displeased look.

Harry rushed forward and hugged Draco, smiling almost enough to show his tonsils.

"Happy birthday my love, it's a surprise party!"

"Are you joking, you planned a party and didn't even give me a hint as to wear better clothes?"

Harry leaned forward and whispered in his lover's ear, "it doesn't matter what you're wearing, I'll undress you later."

Draco visibly blushed and the adults of the room all coughed to signify their presence. Just before George could should out something lewd, Ron grabbed his older brother and dragged him into the kitchen.

"Well, it wouldn't be a Weasley party without George being my favourite!" Everyone laughed at Draco's comment, except Molly, who looked very embarrassed at her son's antics.

Teddy, clearly bored of politeness, being 16 years old loudly said, "is this a party or what?"

To this, everyone cheered and started to enjoy themselves.

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Later that night, after everyone had left, Draco and Harry were sitting on the sofa drinking wine.

"Love?"

"Yes Draco?"

"Thank you for the party. It was fantastic."

Draco hesitated before saying nothing.

"I sense something else?"

"That wasn't my present was it?" Draco said coyly.

Harry laughed and kissed Draco softly on the lips.

"I was wondering when that was coming. Before that though, can I ask you something?

"Of course beautiful." Draco was slightly drunk.

"Would you mind terribly if I was to wear the Black ring your mother gave you today? Seeing as you have the Malfoy one and Sirius…"

Draco grabbed his face and kissed him.

"I love you, yes you can. I love you so much."

"Thank you. I'm not going to even ask about that reply though. Now, for that present."

Harry waved his hand, much like Narcissa did with her wand earlier, and a few packages flew in the room. Draco squealed as the bags had special symbols on them.

"I'm going to assume that you know what they are," Harry said smugly, looking at his fiancé.

Draco was already on his way to opening them. One contained a black leather rucksack, another a beautiful hand crafted, especially tailored muggle suit, and the last held a pair of beautiful black leather shoes with red soles.

"Harry! You bought me the Chanel bag and suit with Louboutin shoes! I love you so much."

Draco wrapped his arms around his lover's neck and kissed every part of his face.

"The bag is for every day, but I want you to save the suit and clothes for our special muggle date nights. One of which I have planned for tomorrow night."

"I love you."

Harry laughed. "I know Draco, you might have mentioned it a minute ago. Also, I have something serious to suggest to you."

Draco stayed perched on Harry's lap, listening.

"I was thinking about taking a sabbatical from work for a few months and suggesting that we take an extended trip to the chateau…" Harry trailed off, unable to read Draco's face.

"You know they gave it to me? Of course you did, you knew about the ring." Draco blinked hard. "Like, live in France?"

"Oh if your father could hear your use of the English language," Harry chuckled nervously.

Draco paused. "Yes. Let's go. Monday, we'll go!"

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "I love you Draco. Why Monday, why not tomorrow?"

"Because I want to fuck you all weekend for being the best fiancé ever."

"That, I am fine with. Oh and Draco?"

"Yes?"

"Happy Birthday baby."

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A/N 2: I AM SO SORRY FOR LEAVING IT FIVE MONTHS WITHOUT UPDATING I AM A PIECE OF SHIT LORD SMITE ME FOR MY WRONG DOING. Anyway, I have tried to avoid leaving huge gaps in the story by having them in France, the details of which you shall get in the next chapter. Which I am hoping, will be Christmas. I know I have missed Harry's birthday, the whole of the summer – which was when they were originally supposed to be married – Halloween, Hermione's birthday and everything else but see above for the reason (I'll give you a hint, I'm a piece of shit). But anyway, I hope you enjoy it, it's actually ended up being very long so enjoy!