Disclaimer: I own the dead guy, Worthington, and Blaise's cousins.

A/N: Life At Draco's

Blaise's 12th birthday had arrived. And Blaise was sitting with Draco in the Malfoy's guest bedroom.

"Didn't I say your dad would say yes?" Blaise asked, smiling.

"You did say that." Draco said, smirking. "Come on. Let's go see what Mom made the house-elves make for breakfast."

"Yeah, let's go."

The two boys walked downstairs and were standing in the Malfoy's dining room. "Mother? Father?" Draco asked.

Narcissa Malfoy walked into the room, "Draco… Dobby is gone."

"The little rat that does the cleaning?"

"Yes. That one."

"Wonder where he went…"

"I don't know."

"Well… Is breakfast ready?"

Right at Draco's questions, four house-elves, each carrying a plate walked into the dining room, setting 1 plate at each end of the long table, and 2 in the middle. Draco and Blaise each sat at one of the middle ones. Lucius and Narcissa sat at the ends.

"Happy Birthday Blaise." Lucius said, waving his wand. A package of Honeydukes chocolates appeared at Blaise's place.

"Thank you Mr. Malfoy." Blaise said, a bit confused. 'Maybe it's because he's my dad's best friend?'

"Not a problem."

As the boys finished breakfast they went upstairs to the guest room where there was a pile of gifts. "Whoa…" Blaise said as he walked over to the bed. "Draco, wanna help me open them?"

Draco shrugged, "Sure why not?" He picked up one of the presents, "It's from Pansy." He opened it, "She got you… maybe you should look for yourself." He snickered.

Blaise took the thing and dropped it instantly, "What is that?"

Draco looked at it, "Looks like a photograph of her…" He said, as Pansy walked into the frame.

"HI BLAISE!" The photograph Pansy shrieked.

"We should send it to Nott…" Draco said, looking at Blaise.

"We will." Blaise repackaged it and attached it to his owl's leg. "Send this to Theodore Nott." The owl flew away.

"That'll be an excellent reaction." Draco said, as he tossed Blaise the next present. "From me."

Blaise opened it. "Thanks!" Draco had given him a bag of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, some chocolate frogs, and sugar quills. He had also given him green ink. "This rocks."

"Any time Blaise."

"Wow…" Blaise looked at the next package, "Even though I left she got me something…" It was from his mother.

"That's… awkward."

Blaise opened it, "Wow…" His mother had gotten him a broom. "And she called me a ungrateful brat…"

"Is that a…"

"Nimbus 2001..."

"Whoa."

"Yeah…" Blaise said, he handed it to Draco, "Want it? I'm not going to use it…"

"Are you serious?" Draco asked.

"Yeah. I told you before. I'm not going to use it, I'm not joining the team."

Draco smiled, "Thanks Blaise."

The two boys opened the rest of the gifts. It was mostly candy. His aunt on his father's side had sent him a very long letter.

Blaise,

If I found out who killed my brother, your father, I'm going to hex them so hard they won't be able to breathe. And then they'll die. Although just using Avada Kedavra would be easier… And is it true that Andrea got remarried already? That's a bit soon isn't it? She wasn't even a widow for a full year.

She sent me a letter. Saying you had run away, and how she missed you and loved you. And how she hoped you were all right. I simply spit on the letter and threw it into my fire. If she truly cared about you she wouldn't have remarried so soon. I also hear that in a few years you'll be the new owner of my brother's manor. I still can't believe that she got ownership of it. She isn't even a Zabini! I hope this doesn't offend you, but I cannot stand your mother.

And about your last letter. A background check on Mr. Darryl J. Worthington was done. And turns out, everyone in his family is rich. And alcoholism does run in the family. Good suspicion that you and your friend Draco had. Not very often that two 11 year olds. Sorry, two 12 year olds figure out that someone is an alcoholic before adults do.

This letter has been pretty depressing so far. So let me bring up the spirits. Happy Birthday my dear nephew! I hope you are well, and I hope you enjoy the candy I'm sending with this. I also hope that old Bianca finds her way to you. Her tracking senses aren't too well anymore. Blaise, I love you. You are my favorite nephew, and I'm glad that you keep in touch, even if your mother doesn't want you to.

Much Love,
Aunt Melanie

"We were right about Worthington." Blaise said as he finished reading the letter.

"We were?"

"Alcoholism runs in his family."

"Whoa…"

"Yeah…"

((Dun dun dun!))