Draco really had had few ideas as to what Harry could possibly have planned for his birthday, and somehow not a single one of his ideas had been even close.<br/>Despite it being just earlier that morning that Draco had mentioned how he used to picnic with his mum, he had almost forgotten about it already. However, it was clear that that was a the inspiration for the dinner spread in the middle of the sunroom.<br/>The furniture had been put to the side and stacked, no doubt that work of Coote rather than Harry, and a large picnic blanket had been laid out on the floor, covered with different foods that Draco recognised as his own favourites from when he was a child, as well as a lot of current favourites.<br/>It left him at a loss for words, the hand that was still in Harry’s tightening as he took it all in, overwhelmed by the gesture.<br/>“Oh my god,” he said in a soft voice, turning to look at Harry for a brief moment before looking back at the spread on the floor. It almost touched him to tears, but he managed to keep his eyes dry, not wanting to make it too big of a thing.