Slotted together // Blairon Soulmate au

Birthday

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Draco was able to leave the hospital wing a few days later when Madame Pomfrey made sure he had made a full recovery. We still had no idea what had woke him up but I had an idea. Blaise getting his memory's back by kissing me and Draco miraculously waking up in the space of five minutes wasn't a coincidence.

We'd heard all about Draco and Harry's quarrel in the hospital wing of course. It was quite funny actually how it only took a couple of seconds for them to fight after they saw each other again. But they were okay now, something I was glad about. We didn't need any sad people around right now. It was a time to be happy.

But I wasn't happy.

It was February 28th and we all know what that means. Tomorrow was my birthday. I didn't want a fuss, I never did. Christmas however I completely loved from a young age but my birthday was not the same. My birthday meant fuss, fussing over me and the more I grew up the more I hated to be centre of attention. I never was to my parents anyway so why should my birthday be any different.

The only people that knew were my siblings, Harry and Hermione and I hoped to god that they wouldn't spill. I knew Mum would send something of course but that wasn't rare so hopefully no one would think any different. I'd never told Blaise my birthday for those exact reasons.

I don't want to celebrate by birthday.

"So Ron, what do you have planned for tomorrow?" Ginny asked. Busted.

"Tomorrow? What's tomorrow?" Blaise asked as we all sat across the sofas in the common room as usual every evening.

"Nothing is tomorrow, right Gin?" I said glaring daggers at her. She scowled at me but shut up. I couldn't say the same for Hermione though.

"Surely he told you?" Blaise shook his head.

"Mione no-"

"Tomorrow is Ronald's-"

"Ronald's nothing!" I cut her off.

"It's Ron's birthday." Harry said with a smirk. God how I wanted to throttle him but then Draco would throttle me and probably kill me which I did not want to risk.

"What?" Blaise asked turning to me. "Why don't you want me to know?" I rubbed my forehead.

"I don't like to celebrate my birthday." I sighed.

"What!" Half the room shouted at me.

"Why not!" Pansy shrieked. "Think about it, presents, party's, cake! What's not to like?"

"I don't know I just don't like all the focus on me."

"Focus, shmocus!" Pansy said waving her arms about, "We're throwing you a party and that's final!" I didn't argue with Pansy because I could already see the daggers being thrown at my head. When Pansy had something the wanted to do, we had to do it. I just nodded and sank further into the sofa. Blaise was looking at me funny.

"What?" I asked and he sighed.

"Nothing." That was his annoyed tone and I hated it. Why was he annoyed with me? What had I done?

"I'm going to bed. I'll see you in the morning." I said standing up and walking into our room not leaving time for anyone to stop me. Blaise followed a second later.

"What wrong?" He sighed.

"I dunno Blaise what is wrong?" I scoffed. "It's not like Pansy's throwing a party for me that I don't want!" I exaggerated on the word 'don't.'

"She can probably hear you."

"The rooms are soundproofed genius!" I said she Blaise scowled.

"I knew that." He said crossing his arms.

"I just told her that I don't celebrate my birthday and what does she do, throws a party anyway!" I paced back and forth rubbing my forehead.

"Why don't you celebrate it. And don't give me any of that focus on you shit."

"I just don't alright." I shrugged. "Drop it."

"Ron-"

"I said drop it!"

"Not until you tell me why your birthday bothers you so much!"

"Because the day I was born was the worst day of my mothers life!" I snapped covering my mouth when I realised what I'd said. I'd never really said it out loud. I don't think I'd ever really believed it, or I tried not to.

"What?" Blaise said in disbelief. I sucked in a breath trying desperately to think of a response.

"Nothing I didn't say anything." I sighed sitting down on the bed. I was still trying to convince Blaise but failing miserably but really I trying to convince myself that it wasn't true.

Blaise sat down next to me and laced our fingers together. "You can tell me anything. I don't care how irrational or stupid it sounds." I smiled.

"Do the things I say normally sound irrational or stupid then?" He rolled his eyes.

"You know that's not what I meant." I chuckled.

"I know." My smile faded however when I realised I'd have to tell Blaise, he wouldn't let it go otherwise. I'd never told another living soul how I felt about my family, never complained, always defended them with pride. But I was about to change all those things.