Seven-year-old Draco Malfoy pushed himself further under the shrub he was hiding under, and stuffed a fist into his mouth to stifle his giggles. The Heating Charm his nanny house-elf had placed on him was melting the snow above him, causing it to drip down his collar.
"Draco! This is not a game. Come here this instant!" he heard his father call, but he just scooted backwards and giggled some more.
"He won't come out until you go and find him, Lucius," his mother called from where she stood on the heated patio.
"But Nar-ciss-a," Lucius whined, "do you know how many Galleons this suit cost? It's genuine Spoor's silk!"
"Oh, really, Lucius." Narcissa folded her arms and raised a regal eyebrow at him. "Are you a wizard, or aren't you?"
With a huff, Lucius waved his wand over his clothes and stepped down into the snowy garden.
"Draco!" he called imperiously. "There, I've come to find you. Now come here!"
"No!" Draco shouted, his voice ringing with childish glee. He wriggled sideways to the neighbouring shrub, aware that his shout would have given him away.
"Merlin scorch it, Draco, end this tomfoolery right now! It's time for your lessons." Lucius paused, but could still see no sign of his blonde hellion . . . er, child.
"But I learnt my lesson, Father," protested Draco. "Watch! Expellispoorus!" And he waved his practise wand enthusiastically in his father's direction.
There was a short, high-pitched scream, followed instantly by the loud sound of chattering teeth, and mirth being unsuccessfully muffled closer to the house.
"F-f-finite in-in-incantatum," Lucius stammered, waving his wand haphazardly over himself. Nothing happened. He cleared his throat and tried to lower his voice back to its more masculine tone. "D-d-draco! Y-y-you come h-h-here and e-e-end t-t-this s-s-spell right n-n-now!"
Draco peered out from under his covering shrub. Lucius was standing calf-deep in snow, but all his clothes had disappeared, and he wore nothing but a pair of red woollen boxers, with little golden snitches slowly winging their way around Lucius' hips.
On the patio, Narcissa was convulsed with laughter. With Draco collapsed in squeals and giggles under the shrubs, Lucius tried to draw what was left of his dignity around him and stalked back into the Manor.
Once she was coherent again, Narcissa went to crouch beside her son.
"I think that deserves a very special treat," she said, smiling, one eye closing in the barest of winks, "for a lesson very well learnt!"
Running excitedly towards the Manor, Draco felt completely satisfied with his day's work.