A/N: Yeay for flashbacks! This little scene has actually been in my head since forever, and I was really pleased when I got this prompt and could write it out!
Word count: 318
Draco could only stare at the little bundle of golden fur in his arms. After what felt like an age, he looked up at Charlie, who had just deposited the puppy in his arms. "Happy eighteenth birthday?" Charlie offered with a wry grin. Stunned, Draco looked back down at the puppy. It looked back with large brown eyes, its pink tongue sticking out.
He and Charlie were visiting one of Charlie's friends in Romania. The man was a retired Dragon Tamer and had shown Charlie the ropes when he first arrived at the Reserve. They heard barking after they knocked on the door, and as they were let into the house, they were greeted by a large grey and black dog, which was sniffing at them and making it difficult to move any further into the house by blocking the hallway.
Draco, though a little wary of the large animal, let it sniff his hands, then began scratching his ears. The dog clearly appreciated it because its tail began wagging. They finally managed to get inside, and the dog refused to leave Draco alone. In return, Draco was perfectly willing to pet the dog whenever it wanted.
As they were leaving, Charlie had looked at him askance and asked "You were one of those kids who always wanted a puppy and never got one, aren't you?"
"Still am." Draco replied with a faint smile and one last farewell pat to the dog's head.
Draco looked back at Charlie, grinning, and Charlie beamed back. "Thanks, Charlie." Draco said quietly, and Charlie pulled him into a loose embrace. The puppy squirmed in Draco's arms until his forepaws were resting on his shoulder.
"What are you going to call him?" Charlie asked.
Draco tilted his head in thought, looking down at the puppy, who barked happily, wagging his tail furiously and smacking both Draco and Charlie in the chest. "Hmm… Apollo."
