The Malfoy heir ran a hand through his blonde locks. His sixteenth birthday was today. Never, though, had he thought that he would ever be experiencing the burning sensation from the Dark Mark on his sixteenth birthday. Though he had supported the Dark Lord's ideas even as a child, he didn't ever expect to be in his ranks while he was still in school; or at all, for that matter. As if he wanted to be a puppet for anyone or bow to anyone. But, no; his father had insisted to the Dark Lord that Draco was ready to be marked. Damn you, father.
A small, gray owl dropped a letter from it's beak onto his breakfast plate. The faint clank that could be heard as it hit the plate drew Draco out of his thoughts. Slightly puzzled, he reached for the envelope. The tiny cursive words on it were almost illegible, as if it had been written in a haste. Bringing the envelope closer to his face, he finally made out his name. He didn't recognize the handwriting or the unusually bright blue ink from any letters he had received in the past. Odd.
He flipped the envelope over and slowly broke the seal. The actual letter was only a few sentences and was written just as small and messily as the words on the outside of the envelope. "Hope you have a great sixteenth." No name was signed; instead, there was an unfamiliar symbol drawn in the bottom, left-hand corner underneath the words "Your Secret Admirer."
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, the blonde stuffed the paper into his bag and stood up. He slung the bag over his shoulder and walked out of the Great Hall, sneering as he passed the Gryffindor table. The Slytherin Prince collided into a small figure as he turned out into the corridor, just barely catching himself as he was thrown off balance. He looked down at the girl on the ground and scowled. "Watch it, Weasley!" Her face darkened into a bright shade of red as she scrambled up. Muttering an apology, she quickly made her way into the Great Hall and away from him. Stupid blood traitor can't even see where she's going. Draco bent down to pick up his bag, which had been dropped in the incident. He saw a glimmer in the corner of his eye, and he grabbed it instinctively.
Holding it up, he saw it was a necklace. Weasley probably lost it when walked into me. He almost dropped it, but the pendant stopped him. A image was engraved into a simple oval of silver. The image looked... familiar. It was the symbol from the letter.
The Weaslette was his secret admirer.
All belongs to JK Rowling. This was a fic to celebrate! Today is Draco's 30th birthday!
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