A/N: okay this isn't my story it is my sisters and she's just posting on
me, hope you enjoy
Disclaimer: nothing is mine, we owe it all to J.K. Rowling
Chapter 1: The Henchman
Draco's Point of View
I stared at myself in the mirror, "Was I not the most popular, hottest 6th year student ant Hogwarts?" I walked away from the mirror and plopped down on the couch. "If so, how come no one can remember my birthday?" I put my feet on the table and sat pondering that very thought. At that same moment my two henchmen walked in.
"Ahhhh, just the two people I was looking for. Do you know what day it is?" I asked hoping the two buffoons would give me the right response.
"Ummm. Tuesday?" Crabbe said.
"Tuesday? Tuesday? You moron it's Friday!" at that I looked over and saw Goyle squirming in his seat, "and do you know?"
"I've had today marked on my calendar, it should be made a Hogwarts holiday!" Goyle exclaimed.
"It should, shouldn't it. I must say I think I'm as excited as you!"
"Today," Goyle paused to let out a girlish giggle, "is lemon filled cream puff day!"
"Oh yeah, lemon filled cream puff day!" Crabbe said clapping his hands together.
The two henchmen went into a song saying how much they loved lemon filled cream puffs.
"Stop! You morons, it isn't lemon filled cream puff day!" I yelled exasperated.
"Yes, it is," they yelled back.
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes, yes, yes, infinity! Ha, we win. It is lemon filled cream puff day!" Goyle said.
"Fine, it maybe it is lemon filled cream puff day. But more importantly it is my birthday!" I said with a sigh.
"No. It is not your birthday. Your birthday is the day after lemon filled cream puff day!" Goyle explained.
" Today is most definitely my birthday. Unlike you buffoons I know when my birthday is!" I yelled.
"Oh, oh, when's mine?" Crabbe asked genuinely thinking this a game.
"February 3rd, and mine is today, December 29th." I told the two of them.
"W-what d-day did you say it was?" Goyle said trying hard to breathe.
"December 29th, Goyle are you going to be okay? Should I get Madam Pomfrey?" I asked starting to get concerned.
"I.I. I missed lemon filled cream puff day. How could I of missed lemon filled cream puff day?" Goyle asked sobbing like a baby.
"Hold yourself together. I mine as well have Myrtle as my henchman," I snapped.
"Actually, she would be your henchwoman," Crabbe corrected.
At that moment a rather large eagle soared into the room landing on the table. I untied the package attached to it's leg and read the letter.
Dear Draco- Lucious and I are proud of you! I wish you would of come home! (At this I roll my eyes at the thought of going home to my father) Have a great birthday and Christmas!
Love Mom
I opened the box, vanilla crème whipped frosting- made by the best house elves available. I silently read the cake: Happy Birthday Draco!! Mom and Lucious.
"Do you want some Goyle?" I asked as I noticed him eyeing the box with drool slipping out the corner of his mouth.
"No, no. It's your birthday, and I didn't even remember," Goyle said with a silent sob.
"Are you sure? You can have some." I offered lowering the cake down to right beneath his nose.
"Well, I suppose I could have a small slither of a piece." He said wiping away the drool.
"Alright, say when." I said.
"When," Goyle said quicker than I imagined.
"A slither of a piece," I said taking out the amount he desired and putting it on a plate. Goyle picked up the box and was about to dig in when,
"Ehmm. ehmm," Crabbe cleared his throat.
"Of course, how rude of me." Goyle said setting the box down and grabbing another plate, "Crabbe would you like a piece?"
"Yes, just a tad bigger than Draco's," Goyle cut his piece in half and handed it to his friend.
"Is that enough?"
"Yes, thank-you it is so nice of you to share with me," Crabbe said.
"Think nothing of it, my cake is your cake!" Goyle replied lightly.
I sat there dazed, how can my two henchmen, who are suppose to be tough, sound like two little girls throwing a tea party!
"Here you two can split this," I said handing them my piece, "I'm going to the library, and if either of you follow me there. well, you won't live to regret!" I said as headed out the common room.
Chapter 1: The Henchman
Draco's Point of View
I stared at myself in the mirror, "Was I not the most popular, hottest 6th year student ant Hogwarts?" I walked away from the mirror and plopped down on the couch. "If so, how come no one can remember my birthday?" I put my feet on the table and sat pondering that very thought. At that same moment my two henchmen walked in.
"Ahhhh, just the two people I was looking for. Do you know what day it is?" I asked hoping the two buffoons would give me the right response.
"Ummm. Tuesday?" Crabbe said.
"Tuesday? Tuesday? You moron it's Friday!" at that I looked over and saw Goyle squirming in his seat, "and do you know?"
"I've had today marked on my calendar, it should be made a Hogwarts holiday!" Goyle exclaimed.
"It should, shouldn't it. I must say I think I'm as excited as you!"
"Today," Goyle paused to let out a girlish giggle, "is lemon filled cream puff day!"
"Oh yeah, lemon filled cream puff day!" Crabbe said clapping his hands together.
The two henchmen went into a song saying how much they loved lemon filled cream puffs.
"Stop! You morons, it isn't lemon filled cream puff day!" I yelled exasperated.
"Yes, it is," they yelled back.
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes, yes, yes, infinity! Ha, we win. It is lemon filled cream puff day!" Goyle said.
"Fine, it maybe it is lemon filled cream puff day. But more importantly it is my birthday!" I said with a sigh.
"No. It is not your birthday. Your birthday is the day after lemon filled cream puff day!" Goyle explained.
" Today is most definitely my birthday. Unlike you buffoons I know when my birthday is!" I yelled.
"Oh, oh, when's mine?" Crabbe asked genuinely thinking this a game.
"February 3rd, and mine is today, December 29th." I told the two of them.
"W-what d-day did you say it was?" Goyle said trying hard to breathe.
"December 29th, Goyle are you going to be okay? Should I get Madam Pomfrey?" I asked starting to get concerned.
"I.I. I missed lemon filled cream puff day. How could I of missed lemon filled cream puff day?" Goyle asked sobbing like a baby.
"Hold yourself together. I mine as well have Myrtle as my henchman," I snapped.
"Actually, she would be your henchwoman," Crabbe corrected.
At that moment a rather large eagle soared into the room landing on the table. I untied the package attached to it's leg and read the letter.
Dear Draco- Lucious and I are proud of you! I wish you would of come home! (At this I roll my eyes at the thought of going home to my father) Have a great birthday and Christmas!
Love Mom
I opened the box, vanilla crème whipped frosting- made by the best house elves available. I silently read the cake: Happy Birthday Draco!! Mom and Lucious.
"Do you want some Goyle?" I asked as I noticed him eyeing the box with drool slipping out the corner of his mouth.
"No, no. It's your birthday, and I didn't even remember," Goyle said with a silent sob.
"Are you sure? You can have some." I offered lowering the cake down to right beneath his nose.
"Well, I suppose I could have a small slither of a piece." He said wiping away the drool.
"Alright, say when." I said.
"When," Goyle said quicker than I imagined.
"A slither of a piece," I said taking out the amount he desired and putting it on a plate. Goyle picked up the box and was about to dig in when,
"Ehmm. ehmm," Crabbe cleared his throat.
"Of course, how rude of me." Goyle said setting the box down and grabbing another plate, "Crabbe would you like a piece?"
"Yes, just a tad bigger than Draco's," Goyle cut his piece in half and handed it to his friend.
"Is that enough?"
"Yes, thank-you it is so nice of you to share with me," Crabbe said.
"Think nothing of it, my cake is your cake!" Goyle replied lightly.
I sat there dazed, how can my two henchmen, who are suppose to be tough, sound like two little girls throwing a tea party!
"Here you two can split this," I said handing them my piece, "I'm going to the library, and if either of you follow me there. well, you won't live to regret!" I said as headed out the common room.