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February 10, 2001 London, England - Hermione's Flat

Draco looked around Hermione's little flat, nearly full to bursting with people. Hermione was finishing up the cake in the kitchen, Ginny helping where she could. The rest of the group assembled quietly in the small sitting room, waiting for Theo to arrive with Luna.

It had been insane trying to plan an event of this scale behind Luna's back. All the people closest to her were huddled around the room, talking quietly. Xenophilius had been ecstatic when he'd heard about the plans, and had dropped everything to help with the preparations. Draco looked over to where he was talking to Bill and Fleur Weasley excitedly. He smiled at the slightly forced smile upon their faces. Beside them, George and Angelina were talking about quidditch with Ron. Draco was surprised how at ease Ron was in his old flat, especially with Draco there. He supposed the shot of firewhiskey he'd downed already had something to do with it, but he was still quite impressed by the maturity.

Harry was finishing decorating the sitting room with the help of Hannah, and Neville was seated by the window, watching for the the couple. Ginny and Hermione brought out the cake and set it in front of the pile of presents on the coffee table in the living room, then moved to Draco's side, kissing him on the cheek.

"What's that for?" Draco smirked. Hermione shrugged.

"Cause I wanted to." She said simply, her hand finding Draco's, her fingers curling into his. He chuckled, then the lights went out.

"First signal, places!" Came the whispered voice of Neville, and Draco and Hermione scrambled with the rest of the room to surround the cake and presents quietly. Hermione flicked her wand at the candles, lighting them wordlessly. The group stood in the dark anxiously, and Draco smiled when he heard Theo's booming voice and Luna's bell-like laughter approaching the door.

"Maybe they're not home? The lights in the sitting room are out." They heard Luna say, muffled.

"They're home. Where else would Draco be on a Saturday? You know he hates sitting at the manor, and he's turning into an old man who doesn't like crowds much either." Theo's deep reply came. Draco smirked at the comment, half amused, half offended. They heard Theo knock loudly, but no one responded.

"Maybe we should go?" Luna said, her voice seeming further away.

"No, they're probably just in the kitchen and didn't hear the door. Come on, Luna." Draco could tell Theo was doing his best to not smile as he urged her to stay. "See? The door's unlocked."

"I don't know, Theo." She said. Theo opened the door properly and Draco saw him holding her to him. He heard her gasp as Theo flipped on the light switch beside the door. Theo had a huge smile as the crowd assembled began to sing "Happy Birthday".

"But, Theo, my birthday isn't until next week!" She said, turning to him, her eyes wide.

"I know. But it's just before Valentine's Day. I wanted you to have a day all your own, that was all about you. When I told all of our friends, they couldn't agree more." He said, smiling at her.

"You didn't have to-"

"I did." Theo stopped her. "And this is why. I needed to show you that you are worth it." He nearly whispered to her. Draco smiled when Luna leapt into Theo's arms. He chuckled a bit and pulled her further into the little flat, closing the door.

"Oi," Ron called, grinning. "Are you two lovebirds quite finished? I prefer my cake without wax all over it, if you don't mind." Luna giggled, rushing over to the cake. She thought for a moment about what to wish for, then blew the candles out. Hermione flicked her wand, and the knife and cake server busied themselves with cutting and serving the cake.

Luna approached Hermione with a hug.

"What's that for?" She asked, returning the hug. Luna smiled.

"I know Theo well enough to know he probably freaked out at the prospect of planning anything this elaborate for me." She told Hermione. Draco laughed,

"That he did. Nearly in a panic attack when he came to us with the idea." Draco mentioned, taking a plate of cake from the coffee table.

"Suppose you calmed him down while 'Mione started planning?" Luna asked, a knowing look in her eye.

"Of course." Hermione chuckled. "Are we really that predictable?" Luna shrugged.

"Only to someone who spends her life watching animals and studying their patterns." She said.

"I don't know whether that's a relief or more concerning." Draco muttered. Theo chuckled, coming up beside Draco and clapping him on the back.

"Believe me, mate, I thought the same thing at first." he said, looking over his girlfriend adoringly.

Xenophilius moved up behind his daughter, hugging her around waist. He looked over her head to Theo as he did.

"Thank you for being so good to my Luna, Mr. Nott. It's nice to see her so appreciated. And I'm thankful that you saw fit to invite me." He said, placing a kiss to Luna's temple.

"Of course, sir. Luna's told me quite a lot about you. I'm looking forward to spending time with you and her. She mentioned that you take a camping trip to Glen Affric every summer. I'd love to see the glade when the wildflowers are in bloom." He smiled.

Draco turned away, pulling Hermione with him to let the two men talk. Draco wasn't sure how long he could hide a smile in front of Xeno; Theo was playing him like a fiddle. It wasn't that Theo wasn't being honest; Draco had no doubt that everything Theo said was true. But Draco also knew the other man was blasting his charm at full force, trying to impress his girlfriend's father. Hermione sniggered when they were far enough away, lost in the small crowd.

"Did you see Luna's face? That's the first time I've ever seen that girl completely lost." Hermione said. Draco nodded.

"It's hard enough to surprise her, I think she's just experiencing several new things at once." Draco said, glancing back at a smiling Xeno and seeing Luna escaping the two talking men and moving to plop down next to Ginny and Harry.

"Yeah. Those two really are perfect for each other, aren't they?" Hermione said. Draco nodded, pulling Hermione into his arms and looking out over the gathering. It felt nice to relax for once; ever since the completion of their project, their work at the office had slowed down a bit, devolving into mostly endless reports, paperwork, and meetings. They hadn't needed to work overtime anymore, and surely didn't want to, as their lives outside of work were crazy, as well.

Theo had been cleaning out Snape's old house, going through box after box of old books and determining where they should go. Most were donated either to the Ministry or the Hogwarts library. Several found their way into the Malfoy Manor library, and quite a few, still, Theo had decided to keep for himself. He had decided he would rent the place out, as he already had a place to live, and didn't particularly like the location. When Draco had asked what he would do with the extra money, Theo surprised Draco when he told him he was going to donate it to Hogwarts, to help the orphans affected by the war.

Hermione had been proud of her best friend. She and Harry had done something similar with some of the pension they'd gotten for their efforts. Hermione had been especially busy lately, as well. She helped Theo with cleaning out the house on Spinner's End as often as she could, but Harry and Ginny had just gotten engaged, and Hermione was the maid of honour. Luna was the other bridesmaid, so Theo and Draco had been spending more time together than with their girlfriends lately. Ginny wasn't much of a planner, so most of the work was being done by an overeager Molly Weasley and Hermione, though neither seemed to mind.

Draco sighed contentedly, thinking back over the last six months. Without his best friend and girlfriend, he was almost positive that he'd be dead or worse. Draco couldn't even put into words how he felt for the two of them. He swore Hermione was some sort of angel, sent to him in his darkest time. He wasn't sure what she saw in him, but he was grateful for it. He placed a kiss below her ear, his mind far from the little part.

"Draco," She murmured, "Where's your head?"

"On my shoulders." He replied, half-heartedly. Hermione grinned a little, but she knew there was more to it. He sighed, chuckling at her.

"I really can't get away with anything with you." He muttered.

"Honestly, I don't see why you still try." Theo said from behind him, causing Draco to jump.

"Sod off, Theo. No one asked you." Draco grumbled.

"Seriously, though, Draco, if you don't get out of your head soon, I'll be forced to bring out the firewhiskey." Theo said, a grin barely concealing his concern.

Draco shook his head, but was thrown off guard when a mug was thrusted into his hand. He looked up, shocked to see red hair and blue eyes grinning at him.

"Drink up. Can't have you ruining the party, can we?" Ron said. Draco looked down at the cup, before shrugging and throwing some of it back. Ron smiled at him as he coughed a bit at the sting in his throat. Theo thumped Ron on the back, an appreciative smile firmly in place.

"Look at you lot getting all cozy over here," George said, sidling up to the little huddle. "Dumbledore would be proud." Draco had to agree.

He looked around him, from face to face. He found that he no longer cared who was from which house. He knew each person present in the flat that night would give damn near anything for him. Draco had the still-strange sensation that he'd finally found his family. And who needed a house when you had a loving family?