Boy - (A 'Blaire Zabini' sequel) || Draco Malfoy

17 - Birthday Money

"Mummy, mummy, mummy!"

I was woken up by my son jumping all over me.

"Happy birthday little fox," I grinned, catching him in my arms and kissing his face all over.

He squealed with laughter as I tickled his sides. Despite the early morning wake up call, I felt a rush of love as I looked at the beautiful boy Draco and I had created.

"Can I open my present now?"

I grinned reaching over to the table by the bed to grab the small gift off the side.

"Thank you, Mummy," he gushed as he unwrapped the vegetable necklace Luna had helped me make. "Carrots!"

My god I was lucky that Jack was easily pleased. I could only imagine how six year old Draco would've reacted to such a gift.

"Are we going to have my party now?" Jack asked eagerly, yanking the necklace down over his head as carrots knocked against parsnips.

"Not yet," I said, pressing a finger to his button nose. "But I know Uncle Ron is cooking you your favourite birthday breakfast this morning."

"PANCAKES!"

There were smiles all around as Ron served up his burnt attempts of Jack's favourite breakfast.

"Brilliant!" Jack cried joyfully as his came with an extra dollop of cream.

Ron beamed proudly, ruffling the top of Jack's long dark hair. "Anything for our brave little explorer."

"Big," Jack corrected him, proudly puffing out his chest. "I'm six now."

I felt my heart pang as Hermione and I exchanged a mournful look. Each birthday Jack experienced was a harsh reminder of how long we'd been living in hiding.

And, as my eyes flicked down to Hermione's large stomach, I wondered if we'd still be down here when we celebrated her little girl's sixth birthday.

I just thanked Merlin that Draco had found us before he missed out on anymore of our son's life; and not only that, his weekly comings and goings made the rest of us all feel that slightly less isolated from the world Upstairs.

And although Kingsley assured us all that Draco's reports were helping, it was clear there was still no hope in thwarting Voldemort without getting more people Upstairs on our side.

"Can I use them now?" Jack asked as he unwrapped a new set of colouring pencils from Ron and Hermione. "I want to draw Daddy a picture."

"Of course you can, Jack," Hermione said, getting up off her seat and starting to clear the table, "let's tidy the breakfast things away first and we'll see about getting you some fresh parch-"

"Sit, woman!" Ron ordered fiercely, "Blaire and I can sort this, you go and rest your feet up on the sofa with the birthday boy and I'll bring you a nice cup of herbal tea."

"So what time is Daddy Ferret getting here?" Ron asked me quietly as we stood side by side in the kitchen, washing and drying up.

I whacked him sharply with the tea-towel, scowling. "Don't call him that. Draco will be here when he gets here."

And no doubt showing up my gift big time.

I wasn't wrong.

"Daddy!" Jack cried when, later that morning, Draco himself walked through the door armed with his briefcase.

Jack jumped up and flung himself across the room where he barrelled head first into his father's midriff.

"Happy birthday, little fox," Draco chuckled, crouching down to give his son a hug. "Who here wants some presents?"