Little White Box | Drarry

Little White Box

"Oi Potter! Don't you know what day it is?" Draco sneered as he caught up to Potter in the hallway. He would honestly be offended if Potter forgot after all these years.

"Of course Malfoy. It's your birthday." Potter replied, rolling his eyes.

"Where's my annual prank then?" Draco snicked, suspicious of the unusual tame day he's had. Something wasn't right.

"I don't have one planned this year. Actually, this year, I got you something." Potter shrugged, pulling his lip between his teeth. He almost looked...sheepish.

Yup, something definitely wasn't right.

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Every year on their birthdays, they would pull pranks on each other. Every year without fail. It had become known through Hogwarts as the 'Birthday Woes', because on July 31st and June 5th, the entire school had watch their backs just because of them. However, just like everything else, it eventually became routine. A tradition. The Potter-Malfoy thing. It started out quite innocent actually, not to mention completely coincidental. Draco had charmed Harry's hair white for that day, having no clue it was his birthday, only finding out later when Granger screamed into his face for ruining Harry's 13th birthday. Since then, they both made it a mission to pull a rather nasty prank on each other on their birthdays.

Basically, it was seeing who could piss higher.

And for years, it's been this way. Each time they managed to come up with something new, something creative and unexpected for each other. They'd plan days ahead, to make sure everything was ready, just to soil the other's special day. Most, if not all of the Hogwarts was over it by now. Of course, Fred and George were always giddy, waiting to see what it was this year. They particularly enjoyed this little tradition. Imagine their surprise when one day, Harry came up to them to tell them there would be no prank for Malfoy's birthday this year. With a crooked grin he informed that this year, he had something different planned entirely.

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"You got me something?" Draco faltered, that wasn't right. 

"Yup." Potter shrugged again, refusing to look at the blonde.

"What the fuck?" Draco snarled. They weren't friends, they didn't get each other presents. No, they made sure to ruin each other's birthday as much as possible. Draco still didn't forget Potter pouring Bubotour puss over his head that one year. He couldn't wash it out of his hair for weeks. 

However, Potter only shrugged yet again, not answering Draco's question. The blonde repeated himself, but Potter ignored him once more. 

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"No prank?" The twins asked, quite taken aback by this sudden turn of events. Harry shook his head and leaned closer, whispering his plan to them hurriedly. The matching grins of delight on their faces made Harry aware they supported him no matter how badly his plan ended. And it would end badly, that much was certain.

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"Potter. What the fuck are you talking about? Stop ignoring me!" Draco jammed his fingers into Potter's shoulders, halting him and shaking the raven. Potter finally turned to look at Draco and pulled out a small white box out of his pocket.

"Happy birthday Malfoy." He said, pushing the box into Draco's hands. The blonde glared at it. There had to be some kind of hex in that stupid box. It couldn't have been that simple. Not after so long of pulling pranks. Potter waited for Draco to open it, huffing:

"No, it's not hexed." He chided, and Draco's lip curled derisively. He opened the lid, and inside, on a small black cushion, lay a small, gold wrought key.