Happy Birthday, Harry!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, etc. I wish I did, but that belongs to JK Rowling and all her people. Lucky bastards...

A/N: I got a review on ForeverFandom.net from sumyono asking for another fic or ficlet like Happy Anniversary, Harry!. I got to thinking, I liked that fic too. So I decided to write another fic similar to that one. So this is for you, sumyono! -dpa06-

Happy Birthday, Harry!

Sometimes, things were meant to be special. Even if it had been nothing special all the times it had occurred in the past. Sometimes, something should just stand out. And it shouldn't have to be mentioned or brought to attention either. True, it was in the middle of the summer. True, he was an adult now. True, such things as birthdays weren't as important now that he wasn't a child. But still! It was his twenty-first. He was legal to go out and get smashing drunk if he wanted. He didn't, but that wasn't the point.

When he'd woken up this morning, Draco had been laying there beside him, sound asleep. There was no breakfast in bed, no presents, nothing. Okay. That was okay. Draco and he could celebrate that evening or something. Surely that was why Draco didn't say anything before he went to work.

When he got to work, a few people greeted him as usual. He was in his Auror robes, and he took the elevator to the correct floor. A few more people greeted him as he made his way to his office. It had taken him a while to reach the level he was at, and he had done it without his fame. It was a hard road, but damned if he didn't have an office (not a corner office with a view, it was more like a broom closet really) with his name on the door. He was co-leader of his squad, meaning if they broke into two teams, he was in charge of one of them. Or if their head leader was out of commission for whatever reason, he took over.

But, as he walked toward his office, no one mentioned his birthday. He saw co-workers he barely knew, and co-workers he went into the field with on a weekly basis. He saw people he liked, and people he didn't like. He even saw Shaklebolt and Tonks, who he'd worked with in the Order. They greeted him, had a quick chat about unimportant things, and then went on their way. That was when he saw Ron.

“Hey, Harry!” Ron greeted.

“Mornin', Ron,” Harry answered, a big grin on his face. Surely Ron would mention his birthday?

“How's life going, mate? Draco still treating you right?”

“You ask me that everyday, you know. And yes, after five years, he's still treating me right. How's 'Mione?”

“Ah, you know all about that already. She's driving me nutters. Almost makes me wanna bat for the other team, eh? Pregnancy hormones are a killer!”

Harry laughed. “You're the one who knocked her up.”

“Hey! She's been on my tail for a kid for the last two years! I finally just did as told!”

“Of course, Ron,” Harry said condescendingly. “You were just doing your duty.”

“Oi! Who's side are you on, mate?!” Ron exclaimed with a big smile on his face.

After that, they went their separate ways. It wasn't until he sat down that Harry realized Ron hadn't mentioned his birthday. He'd never forgotten before... Maybe it had just slipped his mind. Ron was in the middle of a case right then, and Hermione was preggers. She was probably driving him up a wall with cravings and mood swings and stuff. It was a small reason as to why he was gay; it was a very small reason, but still a factor.

Throughout the day, things were normal. He pushed papers, had lunch with co-workers, went over reports from a raid he and his team had done last week. He spoke with Tonks about Remus, and then reminisced about the “good ol' days” when everyone was together. They didn't mention the reason everyone was together was to take out a megalomaniac trying to take over the world.

As he got ready to go home, he was very depressed. No one had mentioned his birthday. No one person had just stopped, shook his hand, and wished him a good day. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Bupkiss. It's not like his birthday was a secret! He was Harry bloody Potter! Everyone knew his birthday! With a sigh, he straightened his Auror robes and headed toward the exit.

“Draco!” he suddenly thought aloud. “I can go home to Draco and still celebrate just fine.” With a little hop in his step and smile on his face, he took off for the exit. Surely his lover and husband of five years would have something special planned? Dinner, flowers, chocolates, his favourite movie, his favourite position? Something? Anything? Surely...

He got out to the Apparation point, waited for his cue to go, and then Apparated home. Well, Apparated close to home. Between him and Draco they were so paranoid about everything; they had a ward for insects, temperatures past a certain degree, salesmen, muggles, you name it! Excited, but determined to act like there was nothing special about the day, Harry hurried up to the house. The wards accepted him and his magical signature, allowing him to pass through easily.

“Draco?” he called out as he entered their small house. Well, small to Draco, pretty large to him. “Draco, I'm home!” There was no answer. “That's odd...” He took out his wand and searched for Draco magically, only to find that his lover wasn't home. Harry stood still for a moment, trying to remember if he was supposed to meet Draco somewhere or if he'd mentioned going out today. Draco was always there when Harry went home so it was weird and unusual for the house to be as quiet as it was.

Deciding to see if Draco had left a note, Harry went to their bedroom. He hung his Auror robes on his side of one of the closets and then took a look around. On the pillows, on the bedside tables, in the bathroom, on the vanity, on the mirror, on the dressing table.

Nothing.

Harry was confused, and a little afraid. Draco never just left. There was always a note or a message or something.

“The calendar!” he exclaimed and rushed downstairs. In the small kitchen they usually ate in when they were by themselves, Harry and Draco had created a calendar system that worked for the two of them. It was basically a muggle calendar that ran on magic, but was also created by magic. He called up the day and noticed that nothing was charted for that day. No dates, no appointments, no outings... no birthdays. He enlarged the calendar to show the whole week, in case it was a longer appointment being called into question.

But the whole week looked normal. There were two appointments for the whole week. One was on Tuesday; that was the one for Harry. He had needed to have an evaluation with the head Auror to go over how he was doing and if there was anything he wanted to discuss. The other was on Wednesday; that was the one for Draco. He had gone out with some friends to have a few drinks or whatever.

Nothing else though.

Disappointed, Harry spelled the calendar away. So there were no notes, no appointments, nothing. He went to fix himself a sandwich and find something sweet to munch on. He was depressed, and eating always made him feel a little better. Luckily his metabolism was high, so it didn't really matter how much he ate or when. He sat in front of the telly, something he insisted on having, and watched whatever looked good while he was channel surfing.

Four hours, three talk shows, and two animal shows later, Draco walked in the front door.

“Evening, Love,” he greeted, bussing Harry on the cheek as he walked by. He toed his shoes off and made his way to the kitchen. “What's for dinner?” he called out, his head buried in the fridge and his bum in the air.

Somehow, Harry had convinced Draco to accept a more muggle style of living. In exchange for not having a house elf, Harry had volunteered to do most of the cleaning and all of the cooking. He didn't mind; he liked to cook. It was calming for him. He was also able to get things like a more muggle kitchen, the telly and all the extras, a radio system, and other little muggle things in the house. Draco insisted on a two story (with basement and attic) house with six bedrooms, four and half bathrooms, two kitchens (one formal and one informal and more muggle), etc. etc. etc.

“Harry? Did you hear me?” Draco asked, standing up to look at Harry fully. “What's for dinner?”

Harry stared at his husband with an open mouth and wide eyes. It was his birthday. It was not slave-over-a-hot-stove day. Without a word, Harry stood and walked to their bedroom. He lay down on his side of their bed, facing away from the door. Footsteps could be heard on the stairs a few moments later. He ignored Draco as he tried to talk to him and sweet talk him into responding.

Eventually Draco left. Of all the nerve! Harry fumed silently. It's my birthday, a milestone birthday. My friends said nothing, my co-workers were oblivious, my husband ignores me. Even my owl has abandoned me on this day. Fine. Let it be so. I can play this game too. A tear slipped down Harry's cheek unhindered.

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“I think we took it too far,” he whispered. “He's gone to our room and is ignoring me now.”

“This was your plan, mate. Get him up and out of the house.”

“What am I supposed to do? I expected him to get upset, not comatose!”

“Figure something out, Malfoy. He's your lover.”

“He's your best friend!”

“Shh! Do you want him to hear? I've started my part. Get him out of the house and I'll finish it.”

“Thanks, Weasley. You're a big help,” Draco hissed sarcastically. He hung up the phone, another object Harry had insisted on having, and looked at the stairs that would lead to his bedroom. He had to find a way to cheer Harry up quite a bit. Thinking quickly, he made a floo call to Harry's favourite restaurant for a quick reservation. Then he conjured Everlasting Flowers, Harry's favourite drink, and his favourite chocolates. Girly, but it worked for Harry. He quietly made his way upstairs again and stood in the doorway. “Harry? Harry, I know what you're thinking, and it's not true. I know today's your birthday.”

Harry rolled over suddenly and looked at Draco in shock. “Then why...?” He took in the things Draco was holding in his arms. Flowers, candy, and alcohol. Harry knew he was a sap, but he didn't know that Draco knew him that well. Okay, that's a lie too. After five years, he had expected Draco to know him that well. And he was upset when Draco hadn't even mentioned his birthday.

“I was trying to plan a surprise, and it backfired a little bit. I was going to ask what was for dinner, say there was nothing here, and then suggest we go out. But I can see how much that hurt you, so I don't want to keep it from you any longer. I apologize; I didn't think it would affect you so much.” Draco walked forward and sat on the edge of the bed, giving Harry the items in his hands. “So, please come out with me?”

“Oh, Draco. Of course I will! I was just upset that no one has mentioned anything all day. I know it makes me sound full of myself, but I was sure someone would say something. Everyone knows my birthday, and lots of people have said things before. But today... It just seemed weird. Even Ron didn't say anything!”

“Hmm,” Draco said non-committally. “Shall we go then?”

They left the house and went to Harry's favourite restaurant. They had a great meal, great company, great service. Draco didn't tell anyone it was Harry's birthday, so they didn't make a scene. In fact, when he'd made the hasty reservation earlier, he'd told them to expressly ignore the fact that it was Harry's birthday or else. It was a wonderful dinner in which Harry truly enjoyed himself. As they headed home, the talisman in Draco's pocket heated up to tell him things were ready at his house.

As they Apparated and then walked home, things were quiet and still. Draco opened the front door and let Harry walk in first to get the full detail at first glance.

There were streamers and balloons everywhere; posters and signs, cakes and cookies, wrapped boxes and stuffed bags. The colours and the tassels and just everything made such an impact on Harry when the lights came on that he gasped and took a step back into Draco, his hands coming up to cover his mouth in shock. “I don't- What is this?” he whispered, eyes constantly moving to take everything in.

“You honestly thought we forgot, didn't you?” Draco said with a chuckle. “You really thought that your friends and family and co-workers forgot that you turned twenty-one today. Harry, you're famous! There are kids sitting at home right now wishing you a happy birthday.” He turned his dark-haired lover around to look into his eyes. “You foolish man,” he murmured and then kissed him long and hard.

“Oi! Break it up over there! We came here for a party, not a snog-fest!”

The merry voice broke the pair apart, and Harry moved forward quickly to hug his best friend. “Ron, you right bastard! I can't believe you didn't say anything!”

“It was all Mal- Draco's idea, mate,” Ron said, hugging his friend in a “manly”, one-armed hug. “He wanted to do something that would make you remember this birthday. You remember your eleventh birthday because you found out you were a wizard and had your first real gifts. You remember your seventeenth birthday because you were legally allowed to use magic outside of school whenever you wanted. You'll remember your twenty-first birthday because no one else remembered it, supposedly.” Ron gave a grin as he explained things.

“Harry Potter! I can't believe you'd really think we'd forget your birthday!” With a swift look around, Harry laid eyes on a heavily pregnant Hermione Weasley. “We've been your friends for fourteen years, your best friends. Of course we didn't forget!” She was angry alright, but she was also enjoying the little prank they'd pulled on her friend.

Harry moved forward and pulled her into his arms as much as her large belly would allow. “Thank-you, 'Mione. You know I love you.”

“Oi, hands off my wife!”

“Shut it, Weasley! You know Potter's a queer as a two-knut coin!” an Auror co-worker called out, causing most everyone in the room to burst into raucous laughter. Then the music started, people started to party, and the food and drink began to flow. Dancing, talking with friends, munching on snacks. It was a great party, and it lasted for quite some time.

But Ron was right. Harry would always remember this birthday. Apparently he said something aloud because Draco responded with, “Oh, the night's not over yet, Harry.” The look he gave the ex-Gryffindor was smouldering enough to light the room afire. And Harry wasn't the only one who noticed.

“Get a room!” someone shouted.

“Gladly,” Draco answered. “Now if all of you would just bugger off...”

“Draco! They're our guests. You invited them!”

“Yes I did. Six hours ago! It's time for everyone to go so I can take you to bed and ravish you.”

“That dirty mouth needs to stay in the bedroom, Malfoy,” another co-worker called out jokingly.

“Again, gladly. If all of you would just leave,” he made a sweeping motion with his arms, “I will take Harry and my dirty mouth to our bedroom where I can put both to good use.”

“Draco!” Harry practically shrieked. He slapped Draco's arm in indignation.

“Well there's no doubt who the bottom is in that relationship,” someone murmured loudly.

“Excuse me?!” Harry asked, jumping to his feet and swaying slightly. “I'll have you know that I happen to be the top more often than the bottom. Draco just happens to like my cock up his arse. And I just happen to like Draco on his knees. If you really want to know-”

“Harry, that's enough now,” Draco warned, standing behind him and placing a restricting hand on his arm.

“No, I'm setting the record straight.” He shrugged out of Draco's hold and staggered to the side. After righting himself, he continued. “If you really want to know, Draco likes to make me make him beg. That's right. Draco is gagging for me, probably even right now. He likes to be a slave to me.”

“I think that's enough details, Love.”

“They said I was the bottom!”

“And sometimes you are, like last night. But it doesn't matter what they say. Let them think that you're the bottom in our relationship. It's more surprising when you whoop their butts at some later point in training or in the field or whatever. Let them think you take it up the arse for me every night and half the mornings. I'm okay with that. Just because I'm usually the one on my knees with my arms tied behind my back sucking your cock doesn't make either of us any less of a man. Come on, Harry. I feel like playing with toys tonight.”

He lead Harry out of the room, a room which is totally silent from the revelations that had been given. Ron took the initiative to get the guests out and clean the house quickly before he and Hermione left to go to their own home for the rest of the evening.

Up in Draco and Harry's room, Draco was taking Harry's trousers off. But there was no joy in the task because Harry had passed out as soon as he'd sat down on the bed.

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“Oh, why? Why did you let me drink?” Harry moaned the next morning.

“I didn't realize you'd gone through so much so fast. I usually watch how much you drink.”

“Why do I have a horrible feeling?”

“Well, you're late to work. I've already called in for you. Your boss understands. He was at the party last night.”

“What does he understand? Why did you call in? A Sober-Up Potion and I'll be fine.”

“Oh, you're not just hung over, Harry. You're about to be more embarrassed than you've ever been before.” He handed the aforementioned potion to his husband and waited for the hangover to clear his mind. He knew the exact second it happened too. “Ah, and the memories return.”

“Oh, sweet Merlin. Please tell me that didn't happen. Please, Draco! Tell me I did not tell all our family and friends about our sex life. Tell me that you did not clarify the details of our sex life.”

“But I did, Harry,” Draco said with a smile. “See, you got very upset when one of our co-workers suggested that you were unmanly and therefore the bottom in our bedroom. So you set them straight. And I, of course, had to come to your aide.”

“Oh, of course,” was the sarcastic response. “My aide. Because I am so helpless.”

“No. I told them that I liked to be on my knees bound and gagged, that I like being at your mercy while you torture me with hands and tongue... and toys.” He grinned evilly.

Harry just groaned. He flopped back on the bed and tried to suffocate himself with a pillow. Mumbling something, he burrowed into the covers to hide from the cruel and embarrassing world. It's not fair, he told himself. I spend a horrible day all alone because everyone was playing a mean joke on me. I get home and get all depressed because Draco takes it too far. I get a little more than tipsy at the party and embarrass myself by regaling everyone with tales of my-

“Draco. What exactly did I tell everyone last night?”

“Not much. Just that you're the top, and I beg you for it, and I am apparently gagging for it.” There was a sigh of relief that, although it was more than anyone needed to know, it wasn't too bad. “Then I told them all that I liked to be on my knees, bound, sucking your cock.” Harry groaned. “And that I like to play with toys.” Another louder, longer groan. “Oh, come on baby. You don't have to defend your manhood anymore. We made sure everyone knew you were the top.”

“And this is supposed to make me feel better?”

“Just listen. They know you're the top. And if you can keep me in as fine a life as I want, then you must be pretty damn good. No one will doubt you now,” Draco explained. “I have something that will make you feel even better. You've got the whole day off of work, and a dashing husband in your bed. I think you should do something about that.”

Harry grinned at the idea and decided to do just that. He pounced and pinned Draco to the bed, ready to please his husband and please himself. He decided to get a little revenge for the treatment he'd suffered yesterday.

So he swallowed his husband down to the root in one quick movement.

And Draco cried out as loud as he possibly could.

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A/N: So this is a kind of sequel to Happy Anniversary, Harry!. I changed who was the top and who was the bottom, and it's not really a sequel. But sumyono requested something similar. I also took this from a real-life situation. My best friend turned 18 the day we got back to school from Spring Break. I told all of our friends and teachers to not mention the birthday or anything at all. So all day she's getting more and more upset because no one is saying anything to her. My fifth class was her sixth (and last) class of the day, so I set up her gifts (balloons, flowers, cake, stuffed animals, cards, etc.) all around the computer we use (we used the same computer and it was a technology class) and then waited for her to see all her stuff from everyone. It was good times for me; she was really upset though because she thought we'd all forgotten. I almost cried she was so upset. I love you, hun! -dpa06-