All the characters and the story belong to JK Rowling.

POV DRACO MALFOY 03

—Taurus, my godfather hasn't stopped hating you. —I said with a nervous smile, as we went out of potions class.

—Luckily, he adores you. We can take advantage of the situation. When I ask a question and I know the answer, I will write you the answer. You will say it, and he will give points to Slytherin. —he commented carelessly.

My brother had the ability to be on the verge of exploding and then, moments later, forget everything and act like nothing.

—But then I'll get the praise you deserve, that's not fair. —I said to him with regret.

—I don't care about that idiot's praise. He's hated me for over a year and I still don't know why. Although, as far as I can see, he doesn't get along with Potter either, and he hasn't done anything wrong to Snape either. Now let's get to the important thing, tomorrow is my 12th birthday. —He said to me with his characteristic smirk.

—Well, I have to tell you that I haven't bought any gifts yet, I'm very bad about gifts. You better tell me what you want and I'll buy it for you. —I said to him with a sad smile thinking that he had previously given me the books with the history of the Malfoy's and the Black's and I had totally disengaged myself from his gift.

—I don't give a shit about presents. I need money. —He replied.

—Huh? How much? I don't have much now. Why don't you ask mother and father for money? —I asked him.

-Just now that you bring up the subject of our parents... We both know that you are the apple of their eyes. -He said to me with a serious face. —But don't worry, I'm not jealous. It often happens that the younger son is the one who gets the most pampered. It's not something exceptional.—

—What are you saying? They love both of us the same. —I defended myself.

—Dracoo. — he intensified his gaze.

I began to remember, and he was right. My birthday presents were always much better than his. When we fought, they only punished Taurus. Father has never yelled at me, yet I have heard him shouting to Taurus at least once a week.

—I am the apple of their eyes...—I said with a silly face.

—Good. —He patted me on the back. —The first step is to acknowledge it. I need you to ask them for money by letter. Tell them you need a real broom for flying class, and that you've made a lot of friends and you're going to invite them to chocolates and sweets.—

—And how much do I ask? —I asked him in confusion.

—Knowing them, I'm sure they'll give you more money if you don't tell them the amount. —He rolled his eyes.

—And what do you need the money for? —I asked him.

—I correct you, why do we need the money? This will be beneficial to me and to you. For now, we only have Crabbe and Goyle as friends. We need more contacts, and the sooner the better. And what better way to meet people than to invite them to your fabulous birthday party? Since your 11th birthday was less than a week ago we will celebrate a joint party. We'll invite Slytherin's most popular students. —He smiled at me.
—Can we only invite people from Slytherin? Nobody else? —I asked him nervously as I thought of Granger.

—And who do you want to invite? Someone from Ravenclaw? Because I'm not going to let any Hufflelpuff dummy or any fucking lion come to our party.—he said.

—Me neither hehe. I said it out of curiosity. —I laughed nervously.

—Well, take care of the letter that I'll take care of the invitations and tell Crabbe and Goyle to come and get me.—Taurus said.

I did as he asked, and the next morning an owl arrived with an envelope. Inside was a letter and 300 galleons (3.000 $) . I had never seen so much money together.

Dear Draco,

I'm glad you're making friends so quickly. I hope this is enough for the broom and candy.

I love you very much

Narcissa Malfoy

PS: Congratulate Taurus from us.

I was definitely parents' favourite. My brother woke up soon after and took my letter.

—She could have written a personal letter to me instead of congratulating me on your postscript. —He said with a hint of sadness. —But that's not what's important, what's important are the 300 galleons and knowing what we're going to invest it in.—

—How many have you invited? —I asked him.

—It's you, me, Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, Zabini, Parkinson, Greengrass, Bulstrode, Marcus Flint, Adrian Pucey, Miles Bletchey, Terence Higgs ...—I interrupted him.

—Wait a minute, did you invite the quiddich team?. —he nodded. —And have they accepted? —He nodded again. —How did they accept? They are from higher grades.—

—For your information, the surname Malfoy is a privilege that we have that opens many doors for us. If you add to that the bribe...—I gave him a confused look. —I promised them that next year when we are on the team I will buy each of them a Nimbus 2000.—

—With what money?— I asked, raising an eyebrow

—You will tell father that you want to enter the team with a good start, and what better than giving away Nimbus to overcome the disgusting Gryffindor. —he said.

—And Violet Potter? Did you invite her? —I asked.

—Yes, but she didn't accept. She only accepted if I also invited her brother, which I obviously have no intention of doing. Well, what do we buy? Cake is clear. -I agreed. - Refreshments, sweets for us and quality meat and fish for the quiddich and their companions.

—Fireworks. -I said with brightness in my eyes.

—And booze. —I gave him a disapproving gaze. —It was another one of the conditions for those higher grades to come. Butterbeer and firewhiskey.—

—How did we buy it? —I asked him. —We are minors.

—That's the hard part. Luckily, Goyle's cousin works at Hogsmeade. Goyle will send him an owl and buy what he can with those 300 galleons. —he explained.

—And are you sure he won't keep the 300 galleons instead of buying what we ask for? —I asked.

—In the letter I will insist that the money belongs to the Malfoy family. If he's still trying to fuck us, it's because he doesn't value his cousin's health. —said Taurus

—Would you hurt Goyle? But he's our friend! — I said in alarm

—Friendship is much less important than family. And I won't let anyone fuck the Malfoy family. My family. — said Taurus with a sinister look.