Wednesday, 5 January, 23:20 GMT, almost 13 years ago

Drew sat on the plush rug leaning against the front of the oak desk in the Malfoy Manor library. She looked over a page in the white binder she had brought with her to Malfoy Manor to review. The basketball play was an intricate one. She had wanted to get it down pat before the Thursday afternoon practice for the last tournament weekend prior to school resuming after the Winter holidays.

Draco and Hermione Malfoy had brought the kids over to Malfoy Manor for the usual New Year's staycation; a tradition going on twelve years. This year the family stayed a little longer than usual. Drew was glad to be able to celebrate her seventeenth birthday with her grandparents.

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Wednesday, 5 January, 20:30 GMT, almost 13 years ago

"Make a wish, Drew," Narcissa Malfoy smiled at her grandchild as the seventeen-year-old paused, closed her eyes and then blew out the candles. Everyone in the room applauded and cheered.

"What did you wish for, Drew?" Hans asked good-naturedly.

"Probably for Phillip to get his butt to tutoring," Draco, Jr. joked.

"You're incorrigible," Drew smirked at her brother as their father served her the first piece of cake.

"Now, now, give the birthday girl a break," Lucius Malfoy said as he squeezed his granddaughter's shoulder. Everyone laughed.

"Well, you have to admit," Heath chimed in after taking a bite of his piece of chocolate cake, "he seems to be the bane of your existence right now. I mean you did get a 93% in your Science course because of him."

"Okay, who wants some ice cream," their mother interjected. Drew nodded at her mother, thanking her silently. The topic never came up for the rest of the gathering.

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Wednesday, 5 January, 23:30 GMT, almost 13 years ago

"Knock, knock," Lucius Malfoy said as he entered the library.

"Grandpa," Drew smiled. Her grandfather waved her to sit back down.

"What are you still doing up?" he said as he took a seat next to her.

"Just studying some stuff for school," she said.

"It's not science stuff, is it?" he asked as he looked over the sheet of paper marked with Xs and Os.

Drew laughed. "No, Grandpa. It's a basketball play."

"Basketball? That Muggle goalpost your father put up in your backyard?" the Pureblood wizard said as he ran a finger over the sheet.

"Yes," Drew nodded. She paused for a moment. Then she looked up at him.

"That boy Junior mentioned," he said.

"Desperate times called for desperate measures," she said, shrugging. "I figured I'd irritate him enough for him to come to tutoring so that both of our science marks can improve.

"I tried out for his basketball team. His father, the coach, kept me on."

"He's still not attending tutoring, though," the wizard said matter-of-factly.

"I haven't pushed enough buttons, I guess," she shrugged.

"You should ask your parents for some advice on that," he smiled. "They were very good at that when they were younger."

She laughed as her grandfather joined in. "We have a tournament starting on Friday. Just studying some of the plays before tomorrow's afternoon practice."

"Well," Lucius took the playbook in his hands, turned it upside down and then righted it. He smiled at her and then jokingly said, "It looks like some sort of Quidditch play but less life-threatening."

Drew laughed as he closed the binder. He nodded at her as they both stood up.

"Come on," he said as he put his arm around her shoulder. "I'll walk you to your room. You should get a good night's rest if you're planning to woo this kid into coming in for tutoring."

Drew noticeably took in a breath. She let her grandfather lead her to her bedroom.

"So, this tournament thing, when and where?" he asked as they stopped in front of her room.

"Uh, it's at our home gym," she shrugged. "Friday at 7 pm and then a doubleheader on Saturday, one right before lunch and the last game at 6 pm."

"We'll see if Grandmother's free," Lucius said.

"Um, I'm not on the first team, Grandpa. And we're not that good. We've only won twice in our six games."

"It's not all about winning, is it? Just as long as you're having fun, right?"

Drew raised an eyebrow, and then laughed, "Who are you and what have you done with my Slytherin grandfather?"

"Ha ha, very funny," he smiled. "I've mellowed out in my older years."

"Alright, Grandpa," she said laughing. "Wait, you're not going to hex anybody, are you?"

He just smiled and put his hands up, "I wouldn't think of doing that."

"Goodnight, Grandpa," she said, shaking her head. She kissed his cheek.

"Goodnight to you, too, Drew," he said as he kissed her forehead. "And happy birthday."