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Happy Birthday, Harry!

Sleeping Beauty was one of my favorite movies as a kid. So, of course when I saw this anon ask on @sitp-recs dash, I knew I HAD to write this little birthday blurb

"Is it supposed to look so – "

"So what?" Draco snapped, whipping his head to his left to arch a sharp brow at Ron.

Ron floundered under the attention. "So, um, uh – "

"What Ron means to say," interjected Hermione, stepping forward with a gentle hand on Draco's shoulder and a pointed look towards her husband. "Is that it has a lot of character. Isn't that right, Ronald?"

Draco's head swiveled back towards his ginger critic to find him frantically nodding, his head moving up and down wildly as if on a hinge.

Pursing his lips, Draco turned back towards his creation. "I'll admit. It's not exactly what I'd originally had in mind."

And as if Draco's words were the panacea to his sudden – and welcome – silence, Ron stepped up and pointed at the cake. "So, it's not meant to be all crooked like that?"

"No," Draco said tersely.

"Have you got it stuck like that with a Stasis Charm?"

"Yes. It was either that or prop it up with a bloody broomstick. I haven't the time to bake another."

"Bake?" cried Ron. "You made this yourself?"

"Yes. Is that so hard to believe?"

"No," Ron snorted.

Draco turned and glared at him, but Hermione attached herself to his upper-arm with both hands and a cry of, "Oh, I think it's lovely, Draco."

And almost as one, the three of them turned towards the cake – its form leaning more and more the farther removed from the base tier it went. Icing in Gryffindor colors – Draco swore a part of himself died with each layer – dripped out from between the layers and down the side. All of it culminated with the heart made of cherries on the top.

Chewing on his bottom lip, Draco started to ask, "Do you think – "

"I'm sure Harry will love it. It's the thought that counts."

"That's not what I was going to ask, Hermione."

"Oh?" Her brown eyes went wide, and she blinked owlishly at him before turning back to the cake, valiantly ignoring the holes Draco bored into the side of her face.

"What's everyone looking at?"

"Harry!" Ron shrieked, his voice cracking up the octave.

Draco whirled around and stepped towards the newly arrived Harry, bracing his hands on either side of Harry's chest.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, laughing sweetly (if not a bit madly). "You weren't supposed to be back for another hour."

"I left early. I wanted to see you." Harry's smile lit up his face, and Draco couldn't help but mirror it as Harry leaned in for a quick kiss.

"What's this then?" he asked, wrapping an arm around Draco's waist and looking expectantly at Hermione and Ron.

They'd closed the space where Draco used to be and were body blocking Harry from the cake, casting quick glances towards Draco.

"Go ahead and show him," Draco sighed, flinging an arm uselessly in the air. "We can't hide it from him forever."

"Hide what?"

Draco gestured to the cake wordlessly, Hermione and Ron parting like a wave, the cake appearing between them like a giant, red-and-gold eyesore.

"What's this?" Harry asked, intense green eyes focused on Draco.

"It's supposed to be a birthday cake," he groaned.

Harry only closed his eyes, the corners of his lips tilting up. "I know that."

He tugged Draco closer. "Did you make this for me?"

"Yes," Draco whispered, suddenly ashamed. He should have just taken Molly's help when she'd offered it.

"So what's wrong?"

"Well, it's awful. I know you're blind, but surely even you can see that."

Harry wore that expression he always did when he wanted to let Draco know he was overreacting. "But you made it for me?"

"Yes," he whispered again.

"I love it," Harry whispered back. "It's got character."

Draco heard Hermione's pleased 'humph' from behind them and rolled his eyes. "You really like it?"

"Love it," he corrected, squeezing Draco closer. "And I love you. Thank you."

A burning sensation gathered behind Draco's eyes, and he could see the same sheen of unshed tears in Harry's. Draco, though, still had a sense of pride, and refused to cry in front of Ron and Hermione. So, he pulled Harry closer so that they were just a hair's breadth away.

"Happy Birthday, Harry," Draco whispered into the air between them.

Then, there was snogging. Lots of snogging. Ron, of course, cut into the cake without them. But that was alright. There would be many, many more birthdays to celebrate.

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Chapter 2

Draco wobbled, hands reaching for something to stabilise him as his feet planted on the floor of the apparition point of the ministry. He looked around to make sure there was no one else around to see him trip up after apparating and sighed in relief when there was no human presence. Draco straightened his clothes and made his way towards his office down in the lower floors of the... well, Draco wasn't sure to call the ministry a building, per se. But it was definitely something. He reached the elevator and pressed the level 6 button that he'd become so familiar with. His potions lab was down in the merky dungeon-like basement of the ministry - not that he minded at all. It reminded him of the Slytherin dorms back at Hogwarts actually.

He had heard a distant voice, as if someone was walking down the hall towards his office but paid no mind. He quickly walked into his office, shoved what he needed into his bag and proceeded out the door. A woman with jet black hair and piercing amber eyes made her way down the hall, nodding curtly to him as she passed without a second glance. He nodded as well and tried to quickly retreat from his work space but the woman called out to him.

"Potioneer Malfoy?" She called. He quickly squeezed his eyes shut, his face contorting into something that resembled pain and regret before he turned around.

"Yes?" He asked, his face void of emotion. The woman was peering into the office, eyes darting around, but quickly turned her gaze to him as he replied.

She cleared her throat and began speaking. "I'm Clara. I'm here about the apprenticeship?" She asked. He nodded and slowly made walked towards his office again, slipping past her back into his office. He placed his satchel on the floor next to his desk and motioned to the chair in front of him. "The head Auror - Robards, I believe - said you had just returned and would see me." She smiled kindly to him. He nodded and took his own seat at his desk.

"Yes." He stated curtly. "There's a small interview before I let you begin - if at all. Right now isnt exactly a good time, though, as I have another engagement elsewhere. But I will be free tomorrow afternoon if that works for you." Draco said as calmly as he could. His head was thrumming with a raging storm gathering behind his eyes, shooting through his head to his temples. His vision was blurring slightly as a wave of nausea overcame him. The girl nodded and made a humming noise. It sounded like someone had two giant 1000 watt speakers pressed to his ears. He watched as she turned to leave, giving her his best forced smile before watching her exit. He felt his body jolt forward, hands landing flat on his desk with a loud bang, causing the headache to go into overdrive. He quickly searched his bag for a hangover potion but found nothing. Shit.

Draco - as slowly as he could - made his way to his potions lab to find a small hangover bottle perched on the shelf in a small, labelled phial. He quickly downed it, hoping for some relief. The potion cleared up his vision and stopped the nausea but did little for the pounding headache that was still seemingly growing stronger by the minute. He grabbed another glass bottle, labelled as a pain potion and downed that as well. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the black laminate table that sat in the centre of the room. He felt the potion rushing through his body until his head felt like nothing but a dull ache. Nothing some sleep wont fix. He thought to himself as he made his way back to his office and grabbed his things a second time. Before he could make it to the door, let alone out of the room, Draco collapsed onto the floor. His vision went white around the edges, becoming very fuzzy before fading to black.

When Draco awoke, the headache was gone completely but his body felt heavy. Almost like he had drank an entire liquor store and the alcohol weighed heavily in his bloodstream. He shook his head slightly, getting up onto his knees. He looked around his bare office before conjuring a tempus. It was only ten PM, he realised, and tried to get to his feet slowly. Draco stood up, holding onto his desk to balance himself before grabbing his things up from the floor and steadily made his way to the apparition point before apparating home.

He had moved out of the manor when he had gotten the position as potioneer for the ministry. He decided to move into a flat in downtown muggle London - nobody in the wizarding community would allow him, an ex death eater, to sign a lease on a wizard flat - as a way of quicker access to the ministry if he couldn't apparate on a particular day. He had been thankful for this choice a fair few times as he had gotten drunk with Pansy or Blaise over a weekend and felt his head might explode had he tried to apparate.

As Draco pushed open his front door, he smelled something along the lines of toast and burnt meat. "Dasiy, I'm back." He called as he kicked off his shoes and placed his bag by the front door. The small house elf - a flower tucked behind her ear and her attire of a pillowcase sitting loosely on her shoulders - had quickly apparated in front of him.

"I wasnt here to greet the master. Master must punish Dasiy." She cried.

Draco shook his head and sighed sympathetically, replying, "No, Daisy. That's not necessary. Aren't you cooking though?" A look of surprise stroked across the elf's face. As fast as Draco could blink, she was gone from sight. Draco walked into the kitchen and saw that she was holding a steaming pan that looked to be full of beef, lamb & guinness stew but it looked more on the burnt side than appetising.

"Daisy is sorry. Daisy burnt the stew she made for the master." She looked down at the pan - disgruntled and disappointed. Draco chuckled slightly and walked over to the refrigerator.

"You have already made enough food to last me a month. It's okay, really. Take time off of cooking. Do what you would like for a bit, yeah?" Draco sent her a tight-lipped smile over his shoulder. She looked up at him as she placed the pan onto the counter and smiled.

"Okay!" She said cheerfully as she got down off her stool and walked out into the living room, dusting the mantle of the fireplace then moving on to the lamp shades.

It had, admittedly, taken Draco some getting used to the muggle living space. The appliances weren't that different from the charms that most of the wizarding families placed on objects to do basically the same function. But Draco still wasn't entirely used to the electricity he could feel running through the flat. The muggle way of life involved these things that were foreign and yet so familiar to him and it slightly threw him off when he had first obtained the flat in muggle London.

After he had eaten some of the leftovers in the fridge, he made his way towards the stairs, calling out to Daisy that he was going to sleep. "If you could, wake me up early in the morning. I wish to head over to Diagon alley to pick up some personal potion ingredients before work." Daisy nodded enthusiastically and continued her work of dusting the furniture in the living room and cleaning up the house a bit more. Draco quickly shucked his trousers off and threw them in an empty laundry basket. He removed his vest and pressed dress shirt, leaving him in his boxers and made his way into the connected bathroom to quickly shower. Once he was out and dried off, Draco pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and quickly climbed under the emerald green and black duvet, drifting off almost as soon as his head hit his pillow.

The next afternoon as he was completing his report for the day before, the girl - of whom he later learned the name of once again - had appeared in his doorway. "Potioneer Malfoy?" She asked as she knocked on his opened door. He held up a finger to her and she waited in the doorway patiently as he dropped the file into the outbox and waited for the familiar chime to announce it had gotten where it needed to go. Once the chime went off, he looked up to the girl standing in the doorway and smiled politely at her.

"Please, come in. Take a seat." He told her, motioning to the chairs on the other side of his desk. Her skirt was one he'd seen women at the ministry wear. Very professional and tight all at once. Her blouse was loose and flowey but was void of any colour except for black and white. Draco got out a piece of parchment, questions already on the page, and a quill along with it.

"Alright," Draco cleared his throat. This was his first time conducting an interview. "Why do you want to be an apprentice to a potioneer?"

"Well, I've always had a fascination with the chemical make up of things as a child born to a muggle father and magic mother. My father was a scientist, you see, so I had been brought up on science. And potions seems to be almost like a mix of muggle science and magic." She concluded.

Draco nodded, wrote something down on the parchment and moved on from there. The questions were similar in nature but still entirely different meanings. After the interview was conducted, Draco stood up and walked around his desk towards the door. "Follow me." He said shortly. Clara stood up and placed her bag on the chair before following Draco out of the room. They walked down the hall to the potions lab and entered. "This is where most of your time will be spent. At first you will watch me and take notes but I'm sure you're a quick study so I'm sure you'll be brewing along side me in no time at all." Clara grinned at him and enthusiastically nodded. He walked her through where everything was. Fresh ingredients in the cabinet in the corner. The extra cauldrons tucked away under the sink. Utensils placed neatly in drawers. All the potion books needed for first timers placed in alphabetical order on the book shelves in the back room. She nodded as Draco walked her through the rooms contents. As they walked back to the office, Draco informed her, "I will need a copy of your class schedule to work out a schedule for your hours." When Clara reached the room, she quickly dug in her bag before withdrawing a piece of paper. She handed it to Draco.

"That is my schedule, Mr. Malfoy." She said. He quickly looked over it and nodded.

"Alright. Mondays and Thursdays you will report here at nine am. All other days - minus the weekend unless called upon - you will report here after classes. The day ends at five PM." Clara nodded and smiled at him.

"Thank you so much!" She said and walked out of the room. Draco felt a strange twinge in his head but ignored it as he sat down at his desk to go over paperwork.

Once he had finished the paperwork, he made his way to his potion lab and began his weekly routine of counting potions and making a list of what needed to be brewed. He also went through his ingredient cabinet and made sure he had enough ingredients to brew whatever potion it was that was needed. He began with the blood replenishment potions and worked through every potion he had in his arsenal. "Alright." Draco mumbled to himself as he marked his chart to indicate that he needed to brew more Anti-Paralyzing potion, along with both antidote to common and uncommon poisons and his Burn Healing paste. He then moved on to his ingredients and found he was in desperate need of crushed nettle and unicorn horn. He made a mental note to stop by the shop to pick those up on his way home.

He made his way over to the cauldron already set up on the table and glanced at the clock placed on the wall. He still had two hours before his day was over. He nodded to himself and his face set into concentration as he got out the ingredients needed for the anti-paralysing potion and got to work.

Draco had brewed it enough over the last few years to know that once the base turned brown in colour, it was ready to stir in the next ingredients. 5 times clockwise, 8 times counterclockwise - repeat for 6 minutes or until the potion otherwise turned green. He had the instructions memorized and pinched in the mistletoe. He stirred it, adding in some lemongrass as he watched the potion change colours. Once it was the correct green colour, he moved on to the second to last stage of the potion.

Once the potion was complete and put into phails, he washed the cauldron in the sink and dried it off, he glanced at the clock. He was about an hour over his usual leave time. He shrugged and walked back to his office to gather his things. On his way to the apparition point, he had passed Potter and Weasley in the hallway. From the small part of the discussion he had overheard, they were discussing the mission the day before.

"Still, I'm sorry they got away. It was my fault." Grovelled Weasley. Potter shrugged, glancing over the weasels shoulder at him. Draco nodded curtly at him before walking by fully - not before hearing Potter's response.

"Ron, seriously, it's fine. It's my fault for not planning accordingly."

"Not that I had any time to." Draco heard Potter say, but when he turned to look at the green eyed boy, his lips weren't moving to form the words.

Potter looked at Draco quizzically but Draco just shook his head and moved on down the hallway to his destination - the apparition point. He quickly apparated home and grabbed something from the refrigerator. He sat on the couch in the living room and grabbed the book he was reading from the end table.

"Master Draco! Dasiy didn't greet you again. Daisy is sorry!" She wailed. Draco covered his ears as best he could with a biscuit in his left hand.

"Really Daisy, it's okay. I dont need you greeting me every time I come home." Daisy sniffled and looked up at him.

"Is master sure about that?" She asked. Draco nodded and she instantly perked up. Draco wasn't entirely sure how house elf emotions worked but Daisy seemed to flip on a dime. "Master, Daisy took pictures for you." She said as she reappeared in front of him. He hadn't even realised that she had left before she was standing in front of him with a camera in hand. Draco took it and clicked through the pictures. He noticed that her finger was in the bottom right hand corner of most of the shots and that they were mainly of plants - mostly flowers - she had found. Draco smiled at her and complimented her. He gave her come constructive criticism that she nodded enthusiastically to. He had never been prejudice against the house elfs. He just mimed what his father did before he learned between right and wrong - one could arguably say too late but he nonetheless learned.

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