I ran down the grand staircase three steps at a time.
"Good Morning Draco," my father said as I raced into the Drawing Room, but I ignored him jumping up and down with excitement as I stared at the pile of presents under the huge Christmas tree that was all decorated in black and silver ribbons. I started tearing through the many packages wrapped in green and silver wrapping paper. I silently hoped before opening each present it would be it. The thing I really wanted. A Nimbus 1.0, the most high-tech training broom out there. It looked exactly like their larger models and could levitate you almost seven inches off the ground!
By noon I had opened almost all my presents, though they weren't that exciting. My dad got me another wizard chess set, he got me a new one almost every year in an attempt to make me play the stupid game like a proper pureblood son. Some fanged frisbees and half a million bags of Honeydukes sweets later and there was still no broom in sight.
When my Auntie Bellatrix showed up I was hopeful her present would be something unusual since she is, well, unusual. She dropped a heavy parcel into my outstretched hands. I tear the paper open to reveal...books. "Black Magic for Young Evildooers Volumes 1-5", are you kidding. I can't even hold a wand yet.
But I put on a smile as my father claps me on the back and says, "It's never too early to start learning the useful things."
The sun was setting as we dined in the Formal Dining Hall, I was in a bad mood, instead of the training broom I really wanted I got a bunch of useless things my parents think I need, did they ever ask me what I wanted? No, but I'm their perfect little Malfoy sitting here at Malfoy Family Christmas next to all the other Malfoys who are all the same. Suddenly a sharp tapping sounds at the window and everyone looks up.
"What is that!" Bellatrix sweeps to the window and flings it open. A dusty brown owl swoops in and drops a long skinny package on my plate. A note tied on top reads "Merry Christmas, love y/n". I rip it open to reveal the most beautiful Nimbus 1.0 I had ever seen. With a smooth polished handle and shiny black bristles. 'Thank you y/n', I think to myself.
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Forced to Be A Malfoy
ФанфикY/N and Malfoy are childhood friends who drifted apart, into different groups. When they finally have enough of their feud they decide to get into a relationship to try and stop it. But they go too far, getting their pure-blood families into this. T...
