Hermione was pretty sure he liked celebrating his birthday too though, in the end, even if he would have let it pass by without comment – without her even knowing. That annoyed her slightly, she had to admit; that if Pansy hadn't told her, Hermione would never have known. But before she could start getting annoyed over that, Draco's hand folded over hers on his stomach, tucking her fingers up inside his all cosily, and he kissed her lightly on the head before he turned his attention back to the telly. It was the little things like that, which made her feel content these days.