𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖔 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖋𝖔𝖞 𝕴𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 ♡

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐞 ☁️🍯

Summary: Since it's Draco's birthday, y/n decides to bake him a cake, despite it turning out looking rushed and messy and not really knowing why he hates celebrating his birthday so much. But nothing is stopping her. Not even him.

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Preparing for Draco's birthday bake, I mixed the eggs into my cake batter, as I  dipped my finger into the bowl scooping up a bit of the mixture, popping it into my mouth to see what it tasted like. Since I was happy with the flavours, I dished it into a cake tin and hastily put it into the oven so it could cook just in time before Draco arrived home.

For the spare hour, I tried making some frosting by placing icing sugar and butter into a bowl, beating it using a mixer until it became all fluffy and thick.
Looking back at the clock it was now 7pm and Draco would be home in 30 minutes.

Opening the oven, letting the warm heat hit my face, I tried taking the cake out strategically to only end up burning my my hands since I forgot to put on some kitchen mittens.

Once the cake was out I had to let it cool down before I started creaming it or it would completely melt and I couldn't let my effort go down the drain. Time was ticking quicker than usual, and it was now 10 minutes before he came home. Rushing things, I shoved the buttercream into a piping bag as I spread the sweet mixture onto the cake unevenly using a knife. My hands were working quick now, as I grabbed the piping bag and wrote down "HaPpY bIrthDaY dRacO!" In wonky letters before I heard someone open the front door.

Finishing the exclamation point of, i wiped my hands on my apron as I leaned against the counter exhausted.

"You look like a mess," he laughed as he put his briefcase down.
"Happy birthday babe!" I spoke as enthusiastically as I could before practically falling onto the couch.

"Y/n.. did you burn your hand? I told you I didn't want to celebrate my birthday," he huffed as he plopped down next to me, examining my burn mark.
"Draco I know- it might not be important to you but it is too me,". His soft eyes glanced up at mine, his cheeks flustering before looking down at my hand again.
"I'll go get some ointme-" he started before I cut him off from finishing his sentence.
"Draco it's just a burn, it'll heal.. stop worrying over small things," I retorted as I pulled him back down.
"Small things? Y/n your my wife and it's my responsibility to take care of you, now if you'll excuse me I'll be back,"

When he came back he applied the cream to my hand making me flinch at the sudden effect of the medicine as it tingled all over my hand to the tip of my fingertips.
"Are you okay?" He asked concerned as he stopped.
"Yeah- its just.. tingling," I stated as he went back to applying the transparent cream to my hand.

"Draco.. why don't you like..celebrating your birthday?" I questioned as my gaze stayed glued on his gorgeous face while he concentrated on my hand.
"Reminds me of when I was a slimy headed git and used to brag about receiving presents and all that," he answered as he deeply exhaled right after.
"Alright it should heal in a few days..now please don't ever try and do something so stupid again," the tone in his voice turning colder the minute he spoke.

Ever since Draco was a kid, he used to brag about being more wealthier or receiving more than the other kids mainly Ron. Knowing that Ronald had many siblings and belonged to a 'not so wealthy family' i believe it made Draco regret his past actions and words. Saying things like 'don't your family sleep in one room' probably made him feel uneasy looking back at it now. The gifts that the Weasley's would receive, came from the inside. Deprived from love. But Draco on the other hand was thrown whatever he demanded for, as if it were meaningless. Not a single ounce of love attached to it.

So to me it made sense why he wasn't so keen on celebrating his birthday. Cake, gifts, having fun wasn't his jazz especially since he had changed so much after the war. However I was determined to make this day as significant as possible. If not for him then at least for me.

As he got up to leave, I grabbed onto his hand clutching it softly. He turned himself around as he cocked his head at me. "Where are you going?" I asked, my grip tightening around his wrist.
"I'm heading to bed, goodnight,"
"No your not! We're celebrating your birthday and it's final," I insisted before dragging him to the kitchen counter.

Finally giving in, he gave the cake a funny look before giggling. "I know.. I'm sorry... it's so rushed and everything but I promise next time it'll look better," I assured, before he opened his mouth to speak.
"There will be no next time but since your being so stubborn then I guess I have to at least try it," he spoke as he rolled his eyes.

Placing a piece of cake onto a clean plate, he dug in with his fork, taking a bite out of it. I stood their hopeful as a wide smile plastered my face. "So.. is it good? Do you like it?" I interrogated as I smoothed out my apron.
"Wow.. y/n .. this is really good...," he replied his eyebrows furrowing as he finished half of the slice already.
"I'm so glad you like it babe! I can't wait to make it again next year," I blurted, almost forgetting what he had said earlier. His smile turned into a frown as he placed the plate onto the counter.
"Right.. I'm sorry... there will be no next time," I reminded myself as I looked down at my feet, biting the inside flesh of my cheek.

"Look y/n, I'm sorry for being so hard on you- I just- you know that I really do appreciate you effort right? It's just- I'm not in the mood to do these type of things every year," the tone of his voice gentle.

He pulled me in for a hug as my hands wrapped around his waist. I could feel his heart beating rapidly as I buried my face into his chest. "I know," I replied, my voice muffled as I hugged him tighter closing any sort of gaps that separated us.

Pulling away I gave him a quick peck on the lips before saying my last few words to him. "Sorry to burst your bubble babe.. but happy birthday," I whispered as I let out a faint giggle.
"You won't ever stop will you?" He questioned playfully, before pulling me in for a passionate kiss.