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Something In The Way She Moves	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 79927 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 11: Birthday by Numbers

It was late, well after midnight when Hermione rolled over in Draco�s bed and realized she was alone except for the dog laying across her feet. It had been a long day, it was her birthday and she was worn out completely. She had awakened that morning to a bedroom filled with pink, red and white roses. They covered every surface in her bedroom. On her pillow was a single red rose and a little card that had Happy Birthday written on it in red crayon.

Dressed in her dressing gown she walked out of her room and into a sea of balloons filling her living and dining room. Her table had been laid with elegant linens and china and a breakfast fit for a queen was set before her. On her plate was a small box labeled with a crayon drawn �#1�. She sat down slowly, a smile on her face as she opened the little box. Inside was a small bracelet of braided ribbon.

�I made it for you.� She heard Draco whisper at her ear as he took it and tied it around her wrist.

�It�s beautiful. Silver, green and black�Slytherin colors.� She laughed.

�So everyone will know you are a Slytherin�s girl.� He had said. After breakfast he had taken her shopping. He chose several outfits for her and then tried to follow her into the dressing room before the sales witch had told him to have seat in the plush arm chair outside until she was finished. As soon as the girl walked away he had snuck inside anyway to kiss her until her knees went weak.

When he carried her clothing, enough that his arms overflowed with it, to the counter he handed her a little card with the �#2� in blue crayon. Then he proceeded to pay for the clothing despite her protests. Lunch was at a quaint little caf� in London proper with a beautiful view of the Thames.

There he slipped her another box labeled �#3�, this time in green crayon. Inside she found a small silver frame with a photo of the two of them from the Weasley barbeque. Hermione was sitting on the garden swing and Draco was pushing her when he suddenly held on to the ropes, suspending her and demanding a kiss before letting her go again. Over and over the little scene played and left her crying softly.

Lunch was followed by a trip to the zoo where he had arranged for her to ride atop an ornately dressed elephant. The basket affixed to a custom made saddle was filled with pillows and covered by a silk canopy to shield them from the sun. Inside he gave her gift �#4�(in orange crayon). It was a beautifully crafted, handmade negligee of the finest silk and gossamer material. She blushed vividly given they were in the middle of a zoo where families were milling about.

Evening brought a long ride on his bike into the country where he veered off onto a long, narrow stretch of road into a small wooded area. He came to a halt beside a lake where a picnic awaited them with their supper. The enjoyed a light meal and a short swim before settling in to watch the sunset. Draco was sitting on the bike, Hermione leaning against him as they kissed passionately in the fading light.

She was shocked when he pulled her astride his lap and laid her back against the cold metal gas tank. Her long, flowing skirt was pushed up and her knickers pulled aside as he slid his length into her and took her slowly, carefully on his Harley.

Afterwards as he held her close to him he handed her gift �#5�(in violet). It was a leather jacket to match his for when they were riding. Back at his flat they had sex again on his plush leather sofa and he gave her gift �#6�, a silver bangle bracelet etched with ancient runes and engraved on the inside with For My Girl.

No one had ever gone to so much trouble for her birthday before. No one had ever set out to make her feel so special. She still couldn�t quite get her mind around the fact that it was Draco, of all people, who had gone out of his way for her.

She shoved Studly off of her feet and slid from between the sheets of his bed. His dressing robe was draped over the foot of the bed so she pulled it on and rolled up the sleeves before walking into the hall. She heard music playing, the soft, haunting tune of a piano as she neared the living room.

She stopped in the doorway. He was sitting at the piano, his long slender fingers moving over the keys for a moment then he would stop and jot something down on the parchments scattered across the top.

�Draco?� She called his name softly. He turned around and saw her leaning in the doorway, swimming in the excess material of his robe. He felt happiness swell inside him. He loved having her there, in his home, in his clothes, in his arms.

�What are you doing up, Birthday Girl?� He asked.

�The bed was empty; well you weren�t in it, you left me there with Studly.� She smiled. �And it isn�t my birthday anymore.�

�Miss me?� He asked. His normal grin was absent and his words were spoken quietly. She came towards him, the excess length of his robe sliding on the floor behind her like the train of a ball gown. She wrapped her arms around him from behind, bending over slightly so she could kiss the side of his neck, her arms draped around his shoulders and her hands resting over his heart.

�I did. I don�t like sleeping without you and Studly snores.� She said. Draco chuckled and laid his hand over hers, enjoying the feel of her wrapped around him.

�I like sleeping with you too.� He said. �And you get used to the cacophony of sounds that come from Studly. It�s the smells that you never quite adapt to.�

Hermione laughed and kissed his cheek. �What are you doing?� She asked. He reached onto the piano and handed her another little note card with �#7� in silver. �Another gift? You are spoiling me.� She said.

�Listen.� He flexed his fingers and laid them gently on the keys. When his fingers began to move she had to catch her breath. The haunting tune coming from the piano gave her chills. Soft and lilting, it tugged at her heart and she felt tears spill forth and track down her cheeks. On and on it went and the tears continued to flow until the music faded and he rested his hands in his lap.

�Draco�.that was so beautiful.� She said, her voice soft and breathy.

�That was for you.� He said.

�For me? You�you wrote that?� Her stomach rolled and she felt an odd, buzzing tingle move over her from head to toe.

�Happy Birthday.� He said. He gasped when her arms tightened around his neck. She was holding him so tight that he could barely breathe. Her face was pressed into his neck and he could feel her hot tears against his skin. �Hey, don�t cry over it.� He said, taking her hand in his and bringing it to his lips.

�Draco�� She sobbed softly and he pulled her around the bench and settled her across his lap. �That was the most incredible gift anyone has ever�I will never be able to tell you how much it means to me that you did this. That you wrote a song for me.�

�I told you to expect handmade gifts.� He smiled. �When I am with you I hear that in my head. It isn�t perfect, it still needs work��

�It is perfect, Draco. Thank you for making this the most incredible birthday.� She cupped his cheeks and pulled his face to hers for a kiss.

�You�re welcome.� He said against her lips. �It�s late and you have to work in the morning.� He said softly. �We should go back to bed.�

�Are you tired?� She asked, sliding from his lap and taking his hand.

�What did you have in mind?� He asked, following her lead as she tugged him towards the bedroom.

�A day after celebration? If you are up to it of course, we�ve already done it twice today and....� She said

�Oh, I am definitely up to it.� He said as he followed her to bed and demonstrated his recuperative powers.

~@~

Hermione walked into her office humming the song Draco had written for her softly. She smiled at Pansy who was sitting at the desk painting her nails an obscene shade of red. The witch didn�t return her smile; instead she curled her lip and rolled her eyes. It didn�t faze Hermione though, she was just too damned happy to care, even if she was exhausted. She had only managed a few hours sleep the night before but it had been worth it. Sleeping with Draco was always worth it.

Still humming softly to herself she fished her keys from her pocket, noticing the card stuck to her door. She opened it up and smiled as she read.

Dearest Hermione,

I called your mum and she tells me that you were born at 3:44 in the afternoon.

That means that if we take the word birthday literally it means day of your birth, and a full day is twenty four hours therefore it is still your birthday until 3:44 today. So we

Get a little more time to celebrate. Expect me around noon.

Always Yours,

Draco

She couldn�t help but smile and shake her head. He lavished her with attention and she wasn�t certain what to make of it. She unlocked the door and pushed it open then began to laugh as balloons poured out of her office and floated off down the hall. Sitting on her desk was a large vase of flowers and a little white box with a green ribbon and a card, the �#8� in bright yellow.

�What are you, five?� Pansy sneered as she stepped into the office doorway slapping balloons out of her face.

�Yesterday was my birthday; Draco has been doing special little things like this since we woke up yesterday.� Hermione said smiling as she opened the box. It was a small glass orb with brightly swirling colors inside of it. She lifted it from the box and saw the little card that said Kiss me. She turned it around in her hand then pressed her lips to the glass surface. The room filled with the sounds of piano music, the song he had written for her.

�What is that?� Pansy asked, looking at the musical orb curiously.

�It�s the song he wrote for me.� Hermione said softly, her eyes tearing up.

�Ugh�what have you done to him?� Pansy curled her nose in disgust. �He never used to act like a fool.�

�Maybe you just never got to see the real him.� Hermione said as she placed the orb on her desk.

�Or it could just be that I didn�t like you very much.� Draco said, leaning in her doorway.

�You liked me just fine, Draco.� Pansy smirked.

�I liked that you were easy, Parkinson, nothing more.� He said, taking great pleasure in her angry expression.

�You said noon, it is just after nine.� Hermione said, she couldn�t believe how happy she was to see him. How could she have missed him after leaving his bed only two hours ago?

�I have a meeting in the finance department shortly so I thought I would step in and see my girl for a moment.� He walked around Pansy and bent down to kiss Hermione. �I missed you.�

�I just left you.� She said.

�I know, it�s getting ridiculous.� He grinned. �Do you like your gift?�

�I love it. You can stop with the presents, Draco. You don�t need to give me things.� She said.

�I know, that�s what makes me want to give you things.� He smiled.

�You two are disgusting.� Pansy snorted.

�No one asked you to stay and eavesdrop, Parkinson.� Draco said. �Why don�t you run along and type something.� He watched her flounce from the room in a snit and then turned back to Hermione. �You need to fire her.�

�I can�t, she�s here under a special training program to help unemployable witches and wizards learn a skill.� She said. �She�s a slow learner unfortunately.�

�She is a moron, plain and simple.� Draco said. �Unlike my beautiful�*kiss*�.brainy�*kiss*�delicious�*kiss*�passionate�*kiss*�girl.� He kissed her soundly and then with a frown of disappointment he backed away from her. �I have to go to that blasted meeting.�

�Good, because I have work to do and I wont get anything done so long as you are here snogging me stupid.� She laughed.

�Do my kisses befuddle you?� He asked.

�YOU befuddle me.� She said. �Go to your meeting.�

�I will be back at noon, prepare to be thoroughly befuddled.� He said.

~@~

Hermione managed to fit a lot of work in to the few hours before lunch. This was probably a good thing, given Draco�s tendency to make her lose track of time. She found herself watching the clock as it grew closer to noon. She couldn�t wait to see him. He was right, it was getting ridiculous, they were rarely going a day without seeing each other over the last month. It wasn�t uncommon for her to be sleeping and feel him crawling into bed behind beside her, his dog flopping onto the foot of her bed.

She felt the loss when they would leave and she would begin to long for their return. She still couldn�t quite believe that she had fallen for Draco Malfoy, and his ugly dog. She heard the shrill scream coming from the front and was knocked quickly from her reverie. She hurried out the door to find Pansy sitting on top of the desk shrieking while Studly snuffled at her curiously. Draco was holding on to the counter laughing hysterically.

As soon as Studly realized she was there he came racing towards her. She braced herself for impact and accepted the dog�s eager affections. Studly licked the side of her face, burrowing his snout into her hair.

�What are you doing here you goofy dog?� She laughed, running her nails lightly behind his ears.

�What in the hell is that thing?� Pansy yelped, her hand resting over her chest as she struggled to catch her breath.

�This is Draco�s dog.� Hermione laughed. �Studly.�

�His dog? That�horrid thing?�

�Easy, Parkinson, to love me is to love my dog.� He said staring at Hermione with affection. She certainly had that down. She loved his poor pathetically ugly dog and his dog loved her. Now if only his owner could figure out his feelings.

�Well then Granger must be head over heels to let that thing near her.� She sneered. �I�m going to lunch.� She said, snatching up her hand bag and quickly moving out the door, making sure she never took her eyes off of the large ugly dog.

�Seriously, you need to have her transferred somewhere else.� Draco said.

�And where should I have her transferred?� Hermione asked as she scratched the top of Studly�s head.

�I don�t know, she�s too stupid to be of much use outside of a bedroom. Perhaps there is a department of whores the ministry uses to wine and dine foreign diplomats or something.� He said.

�That�s a little harsh. Your Malfoy is showing.� She laughed when Draco checked his fly.

�No it isn�t.� He said. �But if you want to see it I am all for an office nooner.� He purred as he walked towards her.

�Not in this office, my office assistant is a nosy bint.� Hermione said, her body going warm and pliant when he pulled her into his arms.

�Some other time then.� He said before kissing her lips. �Are you ready?�

�Where are you taking me?� She asked, watching him cast the spell to immobilize the dog.

�Close your eyes and hold on to me.� He said, wrapping one arm tight around her waist and the other around his petrified dog�s collar. As soon as her eyes closed he apparated them from the office to the roof where he had a table waiting for them.

�You had lunch set up on the roof?� She was shocked. Of course it wasn�t really a roof, just like the windows in the building weren�t really windows. It was charmed, a spell to keep people from feeling claustrophobic and going stir crazy. They were essentially in a large room of requirement that appeared to be a rooftop overlooking the city.

�Do you like it?� He asked as he released the spell on his dog and held out her chair. She sat down and lifted the silver dome from her plate, smiling as he scents of rosemary chicken and roasted potatoes wafted up.

�I love it.� She said as they tucked in for their lunch. �Thank you.�

As they ate they discussed his meeting and the donation he made to the Hogsmeade restoration society. They chatted about a potential weekend holiday in the fall and about their upcoming class reunion. Neither commented on whether or not they would be going together. They weren�t by any means hiding their relationship, but they hadn�t exactly come out publicly with it. The Malfoys were celebrities of a sort and as one of the �Golden Trio� Hermione was just as well known, so they weren�t all that eager to have their relationship plastered all over the papers. Hence the reason they spent so much time in the muggle world doing muggle things.

Of course they still hadn�t told his parents. Luckily they had been on an extended holiday in Bali for the summer so it hadn�t really been an issue. Hermione wasn�t exactly looking forward to seeing them. She especially wasn�t looking forward to coming face to face with old Lucius again.

�Alright, last gift.� Draco said, pulling a box from his pocket.

�Draco, what did I tell you?� She groaned staring at the little box with the �#9� tag in gold crayon.

�I can�t help it. I want to give you things.� He didn�t understand it any more than she did. He never bought women gifts yet he constantly found himself picking up little things here and there for her. If he saw something and it made him think of her then he bought it, plain and simple. He loved seeing her face when he gave her things. Especially the little stupid things like silly putty, and he told her it was because he was putty in her hands. She kept everything too, collecting them like precious treasures. A tee shirt that said My Slytherin Boyfriend can beat up your Hufflepuff boyfriend, a stupid plastic ring he got from a bubblegum machine, a candy necklace that was half eaten because he was nibbling at it while it was around her neck. She had a snow white stuffed ferret that sat on her bed among all of the fancy pillows he wasn�t allowed to lay on. And the funny thing was that she cherished those stupid, cheap gifts more than anything else.

She lifted the lid and sighed softly as she withdrew the silver locket. It was a large oval, ornately carved on the front with two perfect roses connected by leafy vines. A D and an H engraved among the vines. When she opened it up there was a photo of the two of them that was taken in a photo booth at a fair, their cheeks pressed together and a big smile on their faces.

�You overwhelm me.� She said. Her heart was so full that she didn�t know what else to say or do. He took the locket and came around behind her to fasten it around her neck. It rested right against her heart.

�I hope that I always do.� He whispered just before he kissed her.

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Fluffy little chapter isn�t it? Couldn�t help it, I needed to show how he was falling for her and she for him, the deeper connection they were developing outside of the bedroom.

Utopia � you can have your own product line in the boutique! LMAO

Gyrlfrend - nice to know Im not the only one�Im teased often about my creative swearing as I have little kids so I have to be careful�.my favorite seems to be MotherFudger.

Alright�.dont get too upset�I promise there are still PLENTY of lemons coming =) and soon�very soon�ol� Lucius appears�hehe

Ok�.its officially Tues for me�.its 12:31 and pretty begging from LadyBlueEyes has this posted early��I hope you enjoyed it. =)

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