As Draco had gotten comfortable in bed with the breakfast that Coote had gotten them, he suddenly found the need to get out much less pressing. The shower had helped Draco feel that it was more appropriate to just stay in bed for a while, feeling far more human than he had when he woke up.<br/>The question took him aback and he was glad that he had just lifted his cup of coffee to his lips, such that he got a moment to think. There had never really been any traditions regarding his birthday as he grew up and from age 11 he had always been at Hogwarts for his birthday and being left of the whims of his friends had not created any traditions ever.<br/>“Well, my birthdays from age 11 til 17 was spent at Hogwarts,” Draco stated with a shrug when he had swallowed his coffee, still trying to drag out the actual answering of the question. He didn’t really want to have to admit that he hadn’t celebrated his own birthday for so long that even his old memories of birthdays had faded over time.<br/>“Before Hogwarts, my mum used to take me on a picnic to the garden,” he offered up, not wanting to drag down the mood too much. He hadn’t felt like he had missed out on anything after all, at least not until just now, where he got to spend the day with someone who cared for him again.