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Ficlet: Draco's Fifth Birthday [Gen, G]
I almost forgot Draco's bithday! Bad, bad LM :D But, gladly, I had nothing but time tonight, so, without further ado, I present to you:

Title: Draco's Fifth Birthday
Author: luciusmistress
Rating: G (My first G-rated ficlet ever :D)
Summary: Happy birthday, Draco!
Warnings: Fluff :)
Disclaimer: Sadly, the Malfoy family is not mine. *cries* That honour belongs to JKR, as much as a Muggle can ever claim ownership over them. Playing with this family is a source of enjoyment for me, not a source of profit.
Word Count: ~670
Notes: Whoever said Draco didn't have a happy childhood? Of course he did!



Draco opened his eyes slowly, wondering why Dobby hadn't woken him up. Then he remembered: it was his birthday! Not just any birthday, either. He was five, a big boy now, and Father had promised him a broomstick. A real one, not one of those toys that barely lifted off the ground. They were for babies.

He threw off the covers and rushed out of his room in his pyjamas. He wasn't usually allowed to do that; Father said that running around in pyjamas was undignified. But it was his birthday! The one day of the year he was allowed to do whatever he wanted. He jumped the stairs two at a time and finally skidded to a halt at the breakfast room door.

He hadn't slept too late: Father still sat at the table, slowly sipping his tea and reading the paper. He looked up when Draco entered and gave him a warm smile. Draco had never understood why some people seemed to be scared of his father. Father was big and strong and beautiful and could make everything right in the world. Draco wanted to be just like him when he grew up.

"Did you... Is it here?" Draco was so exited he barely managed to speak. Father chuckled fondly and ruffled his hair, still messy from sleeping.

"Let's see, now. I wonder what Daddy has in his pocket."

Pocket? Disappointment nearly crushed Draco to the ground. A broomstick wouldn't fit in a pocket. Had Father forgotten?

Father laughed at Draco's disappointed look and took something out of the pocket of his robes. Something roughly the size and shape of a wand, wrapped in green silk. Draco took it apprehensively. What could it be? And what about his broomstick? Surely he wouldn't get a wand instead?

"Open it," Father urged, still smiling. "But step away from the table first."

Draco obeyed and was almost knocked on his bum when the object in his hand suddenly began to grow. When the last layer of silk fell off, he was holding a full-sized racing broom. The latest model, only advertised in this month's Quidditch magazine.

"Oh, wow," was all he managed to get out.

"Everything is not what it seems, Draco. You are old enough to learn that." Too busy inspecting his present, Draco barely heard Father's words. The balance was perfect, the handle at exactly the right angle to steer it even upside down, the bristles cut and shaped for minimum air resistance.

"Can I... I want to try it!" Draco breathed, gazing at Father pleadingly.

"You have to eat and get dressed first," his mother cut in from the doorway. "And you have to promise to be very careful." She turned to Draco's father. "Lucius, I still don't think it is safe, giving him a broom that fast. He is only five years old."

"Come now, Cissy. You can't keep him wrapped in cotton forever. Some scrapes and bruises are an important part of being a little boy." Father turned to Draco and smiled fondly. "Go and enjoy yourself. Just remember to stay on the flying field I have prepared for you. The ground there is covered with cushioning charms to stop your mother from worrying." Draco did his best to return Father's conspiratorial wink. Mothers, eh?

"Thank you, Father." Draco gave his father a kiss on the cheek and rushed to the door but his mother stopped him.

"What about breakfast? And clothes? You can't let him fly around in his pyjamas, Lucius. It will look ridiculous."

Father huffed. "It's his birthday. Let him be as ridiculous as he wants." Reluctantly, Mother released Draco.

"Fine. Just don't catch a cold out there." Draco giggled. A cold? In June? Now Mother was just being silly. "And Draco... Happy birthday." Mother gave Draco a quick kiss.

"Thank you," Draco called out from the hallway, already half way to the front door. This was the best birthday ever! Just wait till he could show his flying skills to Vince and Greg and Theo...