A/N: The beginning and middle is fluffy, and sappy, and everything I hate to write. However, the end is a long standing joke with my friends, and yes I know it's lame. Just distractingly
funny.
A/N2: Reviewers are worshipped. Let me know if you love it, hate it, even if you want to bake it into a pie and eat it. (But that's just me.)
Disclaimer: Would Harry, Ron, and Hermione attend Draco's birthday party? I think not. Therefore, I don't own them.
Draco's 18th
He blew out the candles on the cake as if he was just five years old. Only one candle remained lit.
Ron punched him playfully on the arm. 'That means you've got a boyfriend.' Hermione tsked.
'That's only for girls, Ronald.'
Ron shrugged. 'What's the difference?'
Draco scowled at the redhead on his left. Ron gave him an innocent smile and help up his gift as a peace offering. 'Happy Birthday?'
The birthday boy growled back. 'It damn well better be.' He tore the present out of the redhead's hands and began unwrapping it. Inside the maroon wrappings (Ron had learnt to love the colour) was a set of soft leather Seeker's gloves. Draco's expression lightened as he thanked his friend eagerly. He'd just been picked up for the reserve team of the Tutshill Tornadoes, and his old gloves had been wearing thin.
Next, Hermione presented a cheerfully wrapped box. Draco tore the wrappings off and threw them mercilessly to the floor. He was just about to peek inside when the door burst open. A very out-of-breath Harry stood against the doorframe, panting. 'I'm - so - sorry.' Harry bent over, hands on his knees, to regain his breath. 'I - couldn't - get - away - from --'
Draco cut him off with a wave of his hand. 'That girlfriend of yours is too much trouble for her own good.' He turned his attention back to the present, then peered over the top of the box at the still panting Potter. 'You know, I did invite Ginny. Shouldn't have been a problem.' He lifted the cover off the box, and found it stuffed full of sweets.
Before Harry could present his present, however, Lucius came swooping through the doors with a long, thin, package for his son. 'I'm sure you'll appreciate it, it's a mark of a Malfoy man.'
Draco looked excited, and yet incredibly scared. He pulled the top off the box, and pulled out a thin wooden rod. He looked puzzled. 'It's a cane.'
Lucius rolled his eyes. 'No, dear boy.' He banged his own, matching stick on the table.
Harry opened his eyes wide and began to giggle. 'That's no cane, Draco. That's a pimpstick.'