It Started With A Closet. . . A Drarry Fic (No Smut!!!)

Hexa's Nineteenth Birthday Part One

"Happy birthday, Hexa," Abigail said as her tired girlfriend walked into the dining room and plopped into a chair at 9:30. The two decided to move in together after Harry and Draco's wedding, and it was now January 22nd, Hexa's birthday.

"Huh?" was the response. She'd stayed up until 3:30 A.M. in a burst of inspiration for the next book in the series she was writing. She was now a published author under the pseudonym Moonwriter, and Chloe of all people was now her editor. "Oh, right. Thanks, Abby." Her words were slightly slurred and she had deep bags under her eyes. Her sleep schedule was basically, "Stay up until two A.M. at the average and sleep in until ten or eleven."

"You have a ton of fanmail today," she noted as she looked through the giant pile of letters on the table. Her feet were propped up on the seat next to her, and there was a steaming mug of coffee on the table in front of her.

Abigail looked over at her sleepy girlfriend, who was falling back asleep on the table. She smiled fondly for a moment before standing up and gently touching her shoulder. "Hot chocolate?" she asked softly.

Hexa nodded; she didn't really like coffee or tea, so instead she used hot chocolate as her "caffeine" even though it didn't actually have caffeine in it. "Cinnamon. . ," she mumbled.

"Of course, Hex."

Once Hexa was more awake, she said, "We're hanging out with Deven, Zack, and the ye old married couple today, but tonight I want to take you somewhere special."

"Aww Abby, you don't have to do that; I'm only turning nineteen. Next year you guys can make a big deal out of it."

"I'm going to make a big deal out of it every year, whether you like it or not, Hex," Abigail promised.

"Fine, fine. Where are we going, then?"

"It's a surprise."

Hexa sighed. "Alright. Where's the letter opener?"

"It's your birthday; you don't have to open fanmail today," Abigail urged.

"You know I actually enjoy reading my fanmail, Abby. Hand it over, or I'll just use one of my dagger."

"You'll cut yourself," she protested.

"The daggers can't hurt me, remember? Just hand it over."

Abigail sighed and handed over the letter opener.

Aura jumped up on the table. She was almost five years old now, and was extremely pampered.

Hexa read and responded to her fanmail for the next two hours before she was finished, and not a minute later Harry and Draco gave them the heads up that they were about to floo in.

They came bearing birthday gifts, which Abigail had them stack on the counter.

Zack and Deven came by also, and a few more presents magically appeared from her parents.

"Alright," Harry said as he grabbed Hexa's hand and pulled her to the front door. "C'mon, birthday girl, we've got lunch reservations."

Deven flicked his wand at the presents, muttering an incantation, and they followed them out the door and into the back of a white limousine, which Draco said he'd rented for the day.

They went to a nice restaurant and sat outside on the patio. It was a chilly day, but not too cold if you were wearing a jacket.

Harry and Draco argued over the bill and finally settled on splitting it as Abigail and Zack urged Hexa to open up her presents.

(A/N I am NOT going to come up with a whole new set of presents from each person, just no, last time it literally took me weeks.)

"You guys!" Hexa exclaimed after she'd opened up all of them. "You really didn't have to do all of this for me!"

"Silver, you almost never get out of the house these days," Draco said. "We just wanted to give you a special day."

"And you're a famous author," Deven said.

"And an amazing friend," Zack added.

"And girlfriend," Abigail piped up.

"We wanted to make sure you have a great day today," Deven told her.

She hugged them all.

A little girl, maybe ten or eleven years old, was walking by with her mother. She was wearing glasses and had her eyes glued to the book in her hands, and expertly swerving out of the way of any object she was heading towards. But she stopped short and looked up at Hexa with wide eyes.

"You're an author?" she asked.

Hexa smiled kindly at her. "I am. And I see you're enjoying some of my favorite work there," she added, spotting the first book in the series she was currently writing as the same book the young girl was reading.

The girl's eyes got even wider. "You're Moonwriter?!" she asked excitedly. "Oh my gosh you're like my most favoritest author of all time! I love love love your books!"

Hexa giggled. "What's your name?"

"'M Violet," she responded, (A/N   You're welcome, Vi.) now suddenly shy and blushing as Hexa knelt down to be at her eye-level.

"Nice to meet you, Violet."

"You too, Moonwriter," she said.

"And since I'm your 'favorite author' I suppose you'll want me to sign that book of yours?"

Violet nodded and held out the book. Hexa gently took it and flipped to the dedication page at the beginning, and got out her favorite quill from her bag. She wrote, "To Ms. Violet, my favorite fan. ~Moonwriter" and then drew what had pretty much become her symbol---a crescent moon where the bottom tip of it touched the writing tip of the quill, and in the curve of the moon, she drew an inkpot (A/N   A.K.A see the image at the top of the page).

"Thank you!" Violet exclaimed when Hexa handed the book back to her.

"You're quite welcome Ms. Violet. It looks like your mom is waiting on you, you'd better get going."

The six left not long after, climbing into the limo and Harry asking Hexa, "Where do you want to go next, birthday girl?"