"Happy Birthday, Harry!" my loved ones chorus around me. I grin at the people surrounding me and think, "If my mate was here it would be perfect."
Just then, there's a loud pop. "Sorry if I'm late, Harry. Had some last minute stuff to deal with." Draco's voice floats into the living room and I shoot up. My wings open to balance myself and I hit Mr. Weasley in the face.
"Sorry, Arthur." I say sheepishly. "Quite alright, Harry." he tells me. I nod and run to my mate. "Hey Draco." I chirp, taking in his ruffled appearance. "Hey Raven. Happy birthday." he cheers, holding up a cage with a female snowy owl sitting in it.
My jaw drops and tears prick my eyes. Draco immediately looks worried and wraps his wings around me. "Do you not like her?" he asks hesitantly. "I love her. These are happy tears, Dragon." I say, grinning.
His face lights up and he looks so happy that my heart warms. "Good. I remember you telling me about your first owl and I figured this one could help ease the pain." he explains, still smiling happily. I nod silently and gingerly take the cage from his hand.
The owl hoots softly and I smile at her. "Hey there. I'm gonna name you...Flake." I whisper to her. She hoots happily and Draco chuckles. "She likes it, Raven." he tells me, snaking an arm around my waist.
"Glad you like her, love." he chuckles, kissing my forehead.
"Hey Malfoy." Ron greets, walking into the living room. "Hello, Ronald." Draco nods. "Hi Draco." Hermione chirps, smiling knowingly. "Hey Hermione." Draco says, smiling.
I look on as my mate gets along with my best friends and grin cheekily. Draco sees this and smirks. "What are you grinning about, Raven?" he asks. I shake my head and he raises an eyebrow at me. "Whatever." he shrugs.
Molly and Arthur choose that moment to rush in and interrupt our conversation. They glare at Draco and Arthur hisses, "What are you doing here, Malfoy?" He points his wand at my mate and I snarl, stepping in front of Draco with my wings spread out, acting as a shield.
"Harry, sweety. Step away from the Death Eater." Molly coos, her wand ready to curse Draco into oblivion. Draco flinches at her words and I see red.
I grab my Dragon's arm and apparate away to Diagon Alley. "You okay, Draco?" I ask, worry lacing my question. He doesn't reply and just stares at the ground. I lift his chin and make him look me in the eye.
His silvery-gray eyes are swimming with unshed tears. I cup his cheeks in my palms and kiss him gently. "Don't let that bitch's words get to you. You are mine. Don't ever doubt that." I tell him, wrapping my wings around him.
He nods and smiles weakly at me. "I love you so much, Harry. Always have in fact." he mumbles into my hair. "Dam, you're really short, love." He chuckles, his chest rumbling. "No. You're just freaking tall." I mutter defensively, poking his chest in mock anger.
"Not my fault that my genetics make me tall. But anyway, we need to go somewhere. It's getting late." he says, looking around. I nod and walk down the street, hand in hand, with Draco.
We come upon a little inn and decide to stay there for the evening. The inn keeper, a little old woman rivaling Dumbledore in age, shows up to our room and tells us to enjoy our stay.
"This is nicer than I expected." Draco comments, flopping onto the bed with a relaxed sigh. I nod and lay down next to him curling into his side. "Perfect." I mumble, falling asleep
