Draco sat and studied his book intently. The first chapters were always the most tedious, but he was willing to muddle through them to get to the good parts where he was.

He pulled 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' closer to his face. He had finally reached chapter two. He read the first few pages. He finally reached something that very much surprised him. It was Dudley's temper tantrum about his birthday presents.

Draco jerked the book away from himself in surprise and disgust. The Muggle boy didn't deserve any presents let alone...Draco quickly skimmed the page again.

"Thirty-six! Thirty-six presents!" Draco exclaimed, clearly affronted by this fact. "But I only got thirty-five presents for my birthday last year."

Draco continued to stare at the page in disgust and indignation.

Finally, he looked up at the chair sitting next to him as if it held another person that could share his indignation at this horrible slight.

"My father will hear about this!" he spat before jumping up from his chair and running out of the room.

The book fell open to a little picture of Dudley looking privileged and snooty as he opened his thirty-six presents.