Birthday Wishes

"1040 thousand Mudblood on the wall, 1040 Mudblood! AK one and pass her around, 1039 mudbloods on the wall…" Draco sang, unable to get the horrid tune out of his head. He avoided Fred and George’s murderous looks, tucking under a banner to set a tray of nibbles out on the table, humming the tune under his breath, giving Hermione a radiant smile as he passed her.

Harry sighed, massaging his face. He knew it. He knew he shouldn’t have let Draco go out drinking with his group of Death Eater friends but it was somewhat hard to stop the blonde when he wanted to enjoy a night of drinking and spying. Now he was forced to listen to what was a very annoying song to begin with, made worse with the changed lyrics.

"1032 mudbloods on the wall, 1032 mudbloods," Draco sang from the bathroom and Ron growled loudly.

"That’s it! I don’t care if it is your birthday I’m going to go tape his mouth shut!" He said, standing and grabbing his wand.

"Ron…" Hermione said softly, grabbing his arm. "Don’t…it’s just a song and it keeps him from actually talking which is a GOOD thing remember."

Ron glowered but sat back down, grabbing a handful of pretzels and shoving them all in his mouth so he couldn’t shout a curse at the former Slytherin when he walked back by.

Harry shook his head at the pair and smiled at them, patting Hermione’s shoulder as he headed towards the bathroom to strangle his husband. Husband…one year ago he never dreamed he would say those words in regards to Draco Malfoy but here he was…thinking them, close to saying them aloud, close to shouting them from the top of Big Ben if he could figure out how to stand on the point without being arrested.

Draco gave him a toothpaste smile when he came in, brushing his teeth quickly and rinsing even faster before bestowing Harry with a kiss. "Sorry bout that." He mumbled. "Gotta kill Marcus for getting that stuck in my head."

"I think you have a whole group of people who will be glad to help you." Harry whispered kissing Draco’s nose. "No more Storyteller hours for you at the Three Broomsticks."

Draco pouted then grabbed Harry’s hand. "Come on, birthday boy, cake time."

Harry laughed and followed Draco out, ignoring the fact Draco was actually pulling him. "What is it this year? Vomit flavored? Exploding? Turn me into a Turkey brand?"

"Na, just sings." Fred said, setting the three layered chocolate cake on the table with a grin.

"A lot." George added with a grin.

Hermione tapped the 21 one candles with her wand, grinning at Harry. "Happy Birthday Harry." She said softly, leaning against Ron’s shoulder.

"Make a wish!" Ron said, wrapping his arm around Hermione.

Harry closed his eyes and then took a deep breath, blowing out the candles.

Fred started chopping up the cake as it belted out popular wizard tunes, handing them around. Draco took Harry’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "What did you wish for?" He asked in a low whisper, thanking Fred for his piece.

"That we could always be this happy." Harry whispered before giving Draco a light kiss.