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On the morning of his thirtieth birthday, Draco Malfoy wakes up alone.
His girlfriend is nowhere in sight.
He stretches himself out across the mattress, groaning in satisfaction as his limbs loosen and his back cracks. He blinks away the drowsiness, slowly adjusting to the sharp sunlight streaming into their bedroom, leaving behind a soft golden hue.
Slipping from the sheets, he pulls a pair of boxers up his legs and throws on the first t-shirt he can find. He pads into the en suite, splashing cold water over his face. He runs a wet hand through his hair before gargling a swig of mouthwash.
He can hear a distinct clattering coming from the kitchen as he steps onto the landing. Curiosity carries him down the staircase. What the hell is Hermione doing at this time of the morning?
A loud bang resounds through the hallway, which sends him running, fearful that his missing girlfriend may have injured herself. When he reaches the bottom of the stairs he barges into the kitchen without a second thought. “Baby, are you okay? What’s going—oh.”