"It was..." Hermione agreed, mind elsewhere, thinking – June fifth? But that's only a couple of weeks away! – with something rather like panic in her mental voice. Draco hadn't mentioned it to her, and she just hadn't thought to ask about prosaic things like birthdays. So Pansy had told Hermione behind the protective screen of a hug. How very Slytherin of the girl. And how unexpectedly sweet, that she had wanted Draco's birthday to be recognised, and celebrated. She pictured the way Pansy had clung to Draco in that last hug and a lump rose in her throat, unable to deny the closeness of Draco and Pansy's relationship, and not wanting to. It was okay that they were friends. Really, truly.