I decided to start a series of one-shots that involved various characters reactions to getting their letters (for obvious reasons, I wont include Harry. Please see Book 1 of the series for his story). I'm not opposed to including Marauder's Generation or Post-War Generation to the series, as I think it may be a fun thing to write about. Obviously, I'm starting with my favorite :p I'm also very happy to take requests! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Ms. J.K. Rowling does.

"Mo-THER!"

Draco Malfoy strode into the mudroom with his chest thrown out in defiance. He shucked off his muddy boots, and threw his gloves behind his shoulder. The house elves cleaning up after him squeaked in protest; they had just cleaned this very floor with their toothbrushes.

"Mo-THER!" He whined loudly, tossing his athletics cloak aside, "I was flying really well when you called me in! What do you want!" He finally came to a halt in the dining room where he found his mother and father both standing at the head of their very long table. He stopped short and slammed his hands on his hips, pursing his lips at his parents.

"Draco. Please do not yell at your mother." his father, Lucius, said smoothly.

"But why did she--"

"You have a letter, my son." his mother, Narcissa, said with a quaver in her voice. Draco's mouth dropped open. Was it today? Was he getting his letter today?

He padded up to his parents where his father was holding a thick envelope out to his only son. Lucius Malfoy did not believe in smiling, but his usually knitted eyebrows were high on his head, which Draco had come to know as his father's way of positively beaming.

The letter was addressed:

To Mr. Draco Phinneus Malfoy

Eastern Wing

Malfoy Manor

Yorkshire

Draco tore open the package furiously, and read the letter within. He was accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The tiniest of sighs of relief escaped him. As sure as he was that he would get into his parent's alma mater, he had his fair share of sleepless nights, wondering what would happen if he didn't get his letter.

"Good Boy, Draco." Lucius said, firmly shaking his son's hand. "Kiss your Mother."

Draco kissed his mother's cheek, "We are very proud of you, darling." Narcissa dabbed at her eyes with a silk handkerchief.

"Next Tuesday, we'll all be going into Diagon Alley to get your things--"

"I get my wand, right? And an owl? And new robes?" Draco interjected, happily shifting his weight from foot to foot.

Lucius chortled and ruffled his son's hair, "Of course."

Draco grinned widely and raced into his room in the eastern wing of the manor. He flopped happily onto his four poster and clutched his letter in his sweaty hands. He was going to Hogwarts, and he was quite sure that he would rule the school.