[HP] Years Whisk

June 1986, 6, Draco is six years old today.

He is so happy.Because his father promised him that after he was six years old, he would customize a special children's flying broom for him.

So on his sixth birthday, the first thing he did when he got up in the morning was to run to his parents' bedroom to ask them for birthday presents.

Draco opened the door and saw two people hugging each other in the room, still sleeping soundly.

Hmph, adults are really lazy, the sun is high in the sky, and they still refuse to get up.

So, Draco ran into their bedroom, to Lucius' bedside.

Lucius felt that someone was coming, turned his head, opened his sleepy eyes, and said in a magnetic and lazy voice, "Huh? Draco?"

Before he could react much, Draco threw himself on their bed mischievously, putting all his weight on Lucius' waist, causing Lucius to hiss involuntarily.Before Lucius could accuse Draco of his rude behavior, Draco looked at him with interest, "Dad, Dad. Where's my broomstick?"

At this time, Narcissa was also awakened by Draco's movements.

She rubbed her eyes, pushed Lucius away from her arms, and retreated from his embrace, then sat up, leaned half on the bed, and opened her arms to Draco: "Xiaolong, come, come to mother Come."

Draco threw off the slippers on his feet, put his hands on Lucius' ribs, and rolled into Narcissa's arms with his strength.It's a pity that his move made Lucius take a cold breath in a little pain.

Draco didn't care if his dad was hurt by his actions.

He was held in Narcissa's arms, and he rubbed against Narcissa's arm with short platinum blonde hair.

The fragrance in my mother's arms smells really good.

"My little dragon, you are six years old today, is there anything you want?" Narcissa asked him softly.

Draco raised his head and looked at his mother: "Didn't you prepare a gift for me?" There was a hint of grievance in his tone.

"How come?" Narcissa smiled and scratched his nose, "I started thinking about what your birthday present was more than a month ago."

"That's about the same." Draco buried his head in Narcissa's arms again, and said coquettishly.

Seeing the actions of the mother and son, Lucius next to him coughed lightly: "Draco, how old are you. You can't always act like a baby to your mother."

"I don't, I don't." Draco turned his head and made a face at his father.

When Lucius saw Draco's actions and wanted to teach him a good lesson, Narcissa gave him a light look, so he couldn't utter the words of accusation.

Draco twisted in Narcissa's arms, then turned back to Lucius: "Dad, where's my exclusive broomstick? Where did you hide it?"

Lucius glanced at the wall clock across from the bed. "It's only eight o'clock in the morning. Didn't I tell you yesterday that someone will come to your door at 10:30 and measure various data for you to make your broomstick?"

"Oh—" Draco sighed in slight frustration.

"Since it's still so early, do you want to sleep with Mom and Dad? Tonight, but your birthday party is going to be held, so it's better to rest a little longer." Narcissa couldn't bear to see his depressed look, so she hurriedly used other topics divert his attention.

"Hmm... that's fine." Draco thought for a while and agreed.

He got into the bed of Lucius and Narcissa, with his back to Narcissa, took his mother's hand and wrapped it around his waist.Then rest your head on Dad's shoulder and put your legs on Dad's lap.After a while, he fell asleep.It must be because I was a little too excited last night when I thought about the gift I was going to get today, so that I didn't sleep for a long time.

Lucius noticed that Draco's feet were a little cold, and it seemed that he was not wearing socks.He cupped Draco's feet in his palms to keep them warm.

He watched Narcissa tuck Draco in, shook his head helplessly at her, and mouthed: "Oh, this kid is so frizzy."

Narcissa looked sideways at Draco who was sleeping soundly between her and Lucius, smiled at Lucius, and said softly, "It will be fine when he grows up."

At ten o'clock sharp, Lucius woke up Draco who was sleeping in his arms until his saliva dripped slightly.

When Draco was just woken up by his father, he waved impatiently.However, when he opened his eyes and saw his father's unsmiling face and the faint marks of saliva on the collar of his father's pajamas, Ji Ling sat up from the bed, pretending to be very obedient and saying: "Dad, I'm awake."

Lucius didn't bother to expose his little trick, but just said lightly: "Since you're awake, go wash up quickly. Your mother has already prepared breakfast."

Only then did Draco realize that his mother was no longer by his side.So, he obeyed his father's advice and went to clean himself up, and put on the small dark suit that Narcissa had ordered for him a long time ago, making himself look like a little gentleman.Then he ran to the restaurant, and his mother was already waiting for him at the table in the restaurant.

Breakfast was sliced ​​Spanish ham, croissants, asparagus omelette, and fresh orange juice.

Draco finished his breakfast in two bites, and then couldn't wait to grab Lucius who had just packed himself and walked into the dining room in a neat suit. "Daddy, shall we go?"

"Draco," Narcissa stopped him softly, "your father hasn't had breakfast yet."

Draco puffed his mouth, but sat down at the dining table sensiblely.

Lucius walked up to Narcissa and exchanged a good morning kiss with her naturally.The young master who had already understood a little bit the love between boys and girls hurriedly covered his eyes, but couldn't help but opened his fingers to peek out of curiosity.

Narcissa caught sight of Draco's actions from the corner of her eye, and couldn't help but chuckled softly.

She gently pushed Lucius away: "It's almost time for our little dragon to like girls."

Lucius glanced at Draco with some dissatisfaction, but he also maintained his father's identity and pretended to be serious: "He's still early, learn more magic first, and it's not easy to fall in love when we get to Hogwarts." urgent."

Narcissa gave Lucius a sideways look, and lightly pinched his leg: "What about us? You've been with me since childhood."

"That's different, Sissy." Lucius took Narcissa's hand and kissed the back of her hand, "Who made me meet you so early?"

Narcissa's face flushed slightly.This man is already the father of a six-year-old child, but she will always be teased by him inadvertently.

After Lucius finished his breakfast, the craftsman who came to order the broomstick was already waiting in the hall.

Lucius led Draco down the stairs and into the foyer.

Draco's eyes lit up when he saw the branches used to make broomsticks, and he ran towards the hall with his legs open.

"Draco." Lucius blocked the snake rod in front of Draco who was rushing towards the craftsman, raised his head slightly: "What about your etiquette?"

"Dad." Draco glanced at his father anxiously, but saw that his father didn't give in at all.

Lucius is always like this, when outsiders are present, he will definitely show his best demeanor, it has nothing to do with likes and dislikes, it's just education.

Therefore, Draco could only restrain his own pace and learn to walk towards the craftsman calmly like his father. "Hello." He saluted decently.

Lucius noticed that although Draco was doing this series of movements patiently, his eyes had already been glued to the raw materials of those broomsticks.

He sighed in his heart, then tapped Draco's shoulder with his snake stick, and when he turned his head to look at himself, he waved at the pile of magic branches: "Go, choose what you like kind of."

Draco cheered, and rushed to those branches with joy.Lucius looked at his actions indulgently, and then turned to the craftsman: "Tell me, how much is it?" He raised the reserve and arrogance of the pure-blood patriarch again: "I only want the best quality. Yes. If I find out that you are half-fake or fooled, be careful, I will let someone smash your signboard!"

The craftsman was intimidated by Lucius' aura, so he could only submissively say yes.

It took hours to select and make the broomsticks.Fortunately, Lucius wasn't impatient at all, and stood there patiently, watching Draco carefully choose.

After the raw materials were selected and the sizes were measured, Lucius asked the craftsman to go back to his shop to make it, and then mail the finished product to Malfoy Manor.

By this time, it was past two o'clock in the afternoon.

Narcissa baked some cocoa cookies by herself, added some smoked chicken breast, vegetable and fruit salad, and Darjeeling black tea to make a delicious afternoon tea.

Because there is a banquet in the evening, it is not suitable to eat too much now.

During this period, Draco was picky and secretly put the endive on his plate on Lucius's plate. Lucius glanced at him, but acquiesced to his actions, and elegantly used a knife and fork to put the endive on Lucius's plate. The endives were all eaten.

After having afternoon tea, Narcissa began to prepare for the evening banquet.

This is not the first time that Draco has met people from other pure-blood families, so for this banquet, Lucius and Narcissa only invited those who are friendly with the Malfoy family, or those who have friends with Draco Several families with children of similar age participated.

Draco was also not at all worried about the upcoming banquet.

What are you afraid of, I have my father covering me, the young master thought to himself.

Besides, my father also found me Gore and Crabbe, who are obedient and burly 'bodyguards' although they don't have much IQ.If you dare to provoke me at my banquet, I will beat you out in minutes.

Therefore, the arrogant young master successfully achieved the following achievements in this birthday party: he cried the girl who looked like a poodle, Pansy Parkinson, in a harsh language; Boo pulled down the trousers of a Ravenclaw kid - because the kid casually said 'Malfoy's candlesticks aren't as pretty as mine'; The women who came to his father with evil intentions—God knows, those who were driven away by him were already married women, and some of them just wanted to chat with Lucius, who made Lucius look so Charismatic; and managed to quell Daphne Greengrass's hazy admiration for him with a 'sorry, only blond-haired matrons in the Malfoy family'.

Lucius:  …

What else can Lucius do, the little brat he gave birth to is pampered by himself.

So, he could only apologize to the Patriarch of the Parkinson family; apologize to the Patriarch of the pure-blooded Ravenclaw family for generations, the child is not sensible; chat with the husbands of those married women, discuss the political and economic situation, Make a few 'pleasant' deals; and then, the Greengrasses... well, Lucius can't do anything about it, you little bastard.

The banquet is over.Late at night.

It was finally time for bed.

Narcissa and Lucius sent Draco back to his own bedroom.

With so many things to do today, Xiaolong must be exhausted.

After covering Draco with the quilt, Narcissa asked again: "Mommy's baby, do you have any other wishes?"

Draco thought for a while and said to Narcissa: "Mom, I hope you won't be nice to Harry Potter from now on. You are just my mother, so you can only be nice to me."

"Okay, okay, okay." Narcissa kissed Draco's forehead, gave him a goodnight kiss, and replied pamperingly.

As Lucius leaned over to kiss Draco goodnight, Draco rolled his blue eyes, grabbed his father's hem, and said aggressively, "Dad, I'm going to the Quidditch World Cup. Go to Bulgaria and watch the live version."

Lucius looked at the movements of his hands and raised his eyebrows, but he didn't refuse directly, but said: "As long as you can memorize the family rules of the Malfoy family before this World Cup."

Malfoy house rules?

Hadn't he been able to retell it long ago?Accurate recitation is nothing more than changing words.Besides, even if he recited a few mistakes, his father would definitely turn a blind eye and let him get a reward.So, this World Cup, he has decided, Oye!

Draco closed his eyes contentedly, and after his parents left, he fell into a sweet dream with the starry sky made of fluorite lit up on the ceiling.

June 1986, 6 just passed away.

It was just the most ordinary day in Malfoy Manor.

But it was a very warm and happy day.