And Draco had blown out the candles and at Lovegood's insistence, like a child, made a wish – and he refused to tell anyone what it was, but Hermione knew, and he thought Nymphadora and the rest of the older Order members did too. Everyone was grinning at him, seizing the excuse to celebrate as they had yesterday at Weasley's wedding. Speaking of which, Weasley was stuffing his gob with cake already, and Lovegood was babbling something ridiculous at him about birthday luck, which he tried to ignore. Then something jabbed him hard in the side and Draco jumped and turned a scowl on Hermione, who stood there with a broomstick in one hand and Potter's invisibility cloak in the other, neither of which had been there a moment ago, he was certain of it. Draco's scowl faded and a funny feeling came over him, muddling up his stomach.