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Today is June 5th.

How is it important?

Because today is the 13th birthday of Draco Lucius Malfoy, the only son of the richest and most famous family.

And because it was my birthday, of course, as soon as I walked out of the bedroom there were surprise gift boxes with well wishes from all over. Everyone in the Slytherin house must have been preparing to sing a birthday song. I definitely thought about it and remembered that last year I received at least a hundred gifts from children in the same house. More than 80 of them were friends from abroad from Mom and Dad who sent a big cake and a gift from Professor Snape.

I smiled happily at those thoughts.

Even though it's exam time right now and it's very tiring having to study hard for several days in a row, I've decided that today I'm going to get a good rest. I'm going to make myself as free as possible so that everyone can come and wish me a happy birthday. If you can give it to me then I'll have Crab prepare a bag to put the things I'll get throughout the day.

Sigh, I'm really bored.

But he couldn't help that being born as the heir to the Malfoy family was hot and cool like this.

But everything turned out not as I thought, starting with my mother's letter that came suddenly in the morning...

'I'm sorry, dear Draco. This year, Mom and Dad are busy with work, so we haven't prepared the apple cake that you like. After work, Mom will contact you as soon as possible. Mom and Dad, I'm really sorry.

I love you, child.

sweetheart<3 ’

Continued with Crab and Koi, who kept eating snacks until they didn't pay attention to me...

"What's wrong, Malfoy?" Crabbe asked, still chewing on a mouthful of candy.

“Do you have something to tell me?” I asked, frowning and crossing my arms over my chest.

"Uh..." Crabbe was silent. He looked at Goi, but Goi shrugged his shoulders, acting like he didn't know anything.

“Good, okay, really great,” I shouted, stomping my foot like I do when I encounter something I'm not happy about, and hurried out of the dorm as quickly as possible before I accidentally exploded at someone.

But I haven't given up hope yet...

“Morning Parkinson,” I called her hopefully because at least Parkinson, who was so crazy about me, would remember my birthday.

Turning quickly, she smiled at me before leaping forward and grabbing my arm.

"Morning Draco, did you sleep well last night?" she said as she rested her head on my shoulder.

“Ah, that's good.” I wanted to push her away but because she was probably the only person left who could say one word that would put me in a good mood, I waited for her to say it. before

Several minutes passed and Parkinson ate his usual breakfast. The one that looks like today has nothing special. Even though today is a very special day.

Even though at first I was hoping for a hundred gifts, birthday wishes from a hundred people and whatnot. Oh, this birthday celebration can be forgotten because there isn't even anyone who remembers it...

I was starting to get annoyed so I passed the time by harassing one unfortunate person after another who passed by the Slytherin dining room table. I didn't care who it was but it happened that some people refused to be treated alone.

“Idiot Malfoy,” a familiar voice shouted after I threw a large piece of chicken leg at my face, causing my old-fashioned, round-rimmed glasses to fall to the ground.

Harry Potter picked up the glasses and the chicken leg that had fallen. He threw them at me, hoping for revenge, but I cast a spell to stop them.

“Too slow, Potter.” I didn't forget to emphasize the word Potter with the accent I like to do.

But before we could start a serious battle, Potter was dragged back to the Gryffindor table by Granger.

Shi is not amused at all.

The morning session started with my favorite Potions class. I still hadn't completely given up hope. Even if I didn't remember, at least Professor Snape would definitely remember my birthday. Every time the professor walked in my direction, I would. Try to look into his eyes with a glimmer of hope every time.

1st hope

"Mr. Malfoy"

“Yes, Professor,” I answered with utmost enthusiasm, waiting for what the professor would say next.

“Are you...uh...are you adding the wrong ingredients?” As soon as the professor finished speaking, I looked down at my pot, which was rapidly changing color.

2nd hope

When the professor walked past me again, I didn't hesitate and grabbed his cloak.

"What's the matter, Mr. Malfoy?" he asked, although his tone was a little annoyed, but I knew he would never reject me.

“Professor, do you know what day it is today?” I asked with my eyes sparkling again. Professor Snape might really forget but that's okay, I just need to jog his memory a bit.

“Day...what?” His expression looked extremely surprised.

It's okay, I'll be mute again.

“Like, hmmm. What kind of anniversary is that?” I thought. Try not to be too direct.

“Anniversary day?” But the professor still didn't understand.

"Yes, anniversary..." Before I could finish speaking, the stupid Longbottom made the cauldron explode.

"You stupid child," Professor Snape snarled before walking towards the Gryffindor boy.

3rd hope

"What anniversary did you just say, Mr. Malfoy?" After finishing Longbottom's cauldron, Professor Snape turned around to face me again.

“Yes, Professor, you can imagine, right? Today is a very special day.” I made my eyes sparkle, assuming that he was smiling with the utmost hope right now.

“Oh, I understand.” The professor smiled slightly and held my shoulder. before leaning forward and whispering,

"Today is Lucius-senpai's wedding anniversary. Thank you very much, Draco. I'll hurry and send a letter to wish your father and mother well."

With that, the professor walked away, leaving me in utter despair.

The 4th and 5th and 6th hopes and after that were not successful. In the end, I gave up and sat with a sullen face for the whole class. I was extremely annoyed and irritated with everything, so I had to find an outlet in person and a person who was suitable to be my target. Bullies are the only option that makes sense.

“Harry, I think you need to add more of this,” said Hermione, helping Harry find the ingredients, but before her hand could reach for the correct ingredient, I grabbed it in my hand.

“Give it back, Malfoy,” Harry said, his voice sounding slightly annoyed, and that pleased me greatly.

“I don't think this one is right. You should try it...let me think about it...is this one better?” I threw in another ingredient, sure it was the wrong one, but I threw it into the pot. potter, and as soon as the ingredients came into contact with the potion's liquid, it quickly exploded.

I laughed loudly when I saw Potter's now black face and burnt hair. The uniform also had holes in it.

“Mr. Potter!” A cold voice came from behind me. I thought to myself that I had to get out of this situation as quickly as possible, but I wasn't able to catch Granger locking my wrists.

"Malfoy did it!"

What a great birthday gift to get some one-on-one time with Potter in quarantine. Really great.

After the chaos that happened, Professor Snape tried to punish Potter, but because I made the mistake of not being smooth and having too many witnesses and evidence, the professor was forced to punish both me and that guy together, now I Stuck in a dark potions room all alone. And Potter, that bastard is cheating. The quarantine started at 7:00 p.m., but it's already 8:00 p.m. and he still hasn't shown up. He's thinking about it. Do you know how much work the professor left me and him to do? Starting with cleaning the potion washing rooms of everyone in every grade. Why would you have to write a hundred-page repentance report for the cruel professor? Let's wait for Father to find out about this first.

knock knock

“Come and come in,” I shouted. Hands are still busy arranging the books on the cabinet into place.

But after a while, still no one came.

Or was Potter trying to play some kind of joke?

Running out of ideas, I walked towards the door and opened it slowly, afraid that the guy would appear and startle me. But it turned out that there was no one beyond. The corridor was empty, quiet, and cold.

“Potter!” I tried calling out but no one responded.

“Potter!” I shouted louder.

“Call me Malfoy?” A loud voice from inside the room startled me, but before I could scream out, the man emerged from the invisibility cloak.

“You idiot, you pervert,” I scolded without stopping, blaming him for doing some nonsense prank.

"Are you scared?" Potter stared at me in shock before bursting out laughing.

"I'm not afraid of Potter," I defended, folding my arms over my chest and raising my head in the way I liked to do.

wad

“Ow!” I screamed as something crashed into my head, but before I could see what it was, another object slammed into my forehead hard.

“What?!” I shouted as more things continued to fall on my head. No matter how much I ran, they would eventually land on top of my head.

“Ouch!” I screamed as something big enough for my size fell on me so hard that I fell to the floor.

"Are you okay, Malfoy?" Potter laughed, not thinking of helping me in any way.

“What the hell are you doing Potter?” I yelled as I got up from the floor.

"In return for hurting me today, Malfoy," Potter said before throwing a lump of paper that hit me hard in the forehead.

“It hurts!” I started to get annoyed, and I had never been more annoyed than today.

“Read it.” The doctor raised his eyebrows once. I wanted to scratch my hand and make that annoying face go away, but now I was surrounded by things that were blocking the walkway.

“What is it?” I asked. He didn't open it immediately, but Potter seemed annoyed as he moved his wand to open the paper.

'Happy birthday, idiot.'

A short message that made me stand still for a minute even though I should have been angry. I should have been shouting, but that message made me happier than anyone would have thought. The only person who remembered my birthday was this guy.

“How do you know?” My eyes still haven't left that piece of paper. Even though the message is very short and I've read it over ten times, I still really can't take my eyes off it.

"Last year, you had a birthday party that was so extravagant that even if you don't want to remember it, you'll still remember it yourself." Potter made an annoyed face and spoke in a raised-chin tone.

"Come on, I won't be mad at you today," I crossed my arms. He raised his head again, "And where's my gift? Let me tell you, the Malfoy family receives only the best."

Potter smiled as he slowly introduced the gifts, one at a time...very irritating.

“Did you see the things around you right now? They were dropped on your head a few minutes ago. If you don't have a short memory, those things I gathered from the kids from Ban Gri. Fffindor saw that some young masters didn't get any gifts on their birthdays, so my friends felt sorry for me.” Those explanations didn't make me feel any better, but for whatever reason this guy remembers. If it happens to me, I'll be patient and listen to their nonsense for a while.

"Let's start with the first one." Potter approached him and picked up an old shirt. "This birthday present from the Weasleys is an old shirt that Ron no longer wears. Please take a look..." Potter took the shirt and put it on me, "...it suits you well." That was enough. Ter smiled before trying to pick up something else.

"This is Hermione's used notebook. You have to thank her. She made sure to leave three pages for you to write." He handed me the old, worn notebook, but I definitely didn't accept it. This mood is starting to boil over.

"And I can't forget this part: Neville's used towel and this..." The doctor continued his ramblings, picking up the items that had fallen on the floor around me one by one. two pieces

My patience is almost at its end.

“This is shampoo from...”

"Potter!" I yelled, grabbing the man's neck in an unhinged rage, "That's not funny!"

"So," Potter gave his most sardonic smile, "but I think it's very funny."

And then a heated battle between the boys (age 13?) broke out without anyone being able to stop them, both of them rolling around on the floor of the dungeon, trying to injure each other's bodies as much as possible. It was arranged and scattered, there were no good pieces, and it was also used as a weapon for throwing at each other. A long time passed until Professor Snape came to check on the order.

"Potter! Malfoy! Stop it!"

The story after that was as everyone could have expected.

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P.S. After that, Draco tricked the Gryffindor boy into asking Harry's birthday, but because Harry's birthday was during school break, he thought there would be a big explosion next year. Definitely sent straight to Uncle Vernon's house.