My twenty-first year.

[dracolicious]

Thank Merlin we decided on a reasonably early party, or we would still be trying to rid ourselves of unwanted guests. Some of us need to get to bed at a decent hour.

Yes, you, little britches. You've been up since dawn, and Daddy needs a break. I don't know, Morsel. Maybe we can visit The Burrow tomorrow to see if Amelia is there. If

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[boywholives]

You want to give Daddy his present now? Honey, his birthday isn't until Tuesday...don't you want to wait?

[boywholives]

Something like that.

Draco, I have an important question for you.

[dracolicious]

What.

[boywholives]

Do you promise to tell me the truth? Swear on your life?

[dracolicious]

Potentially.

[boywholives]

Swear first.

[dracolicious]

No.

[boywholives]

I'll give you a brownie...

[dracolicious]

. . . Two brownies. And a glass of milk.

[boywholives]

Deal.

Now...

[dracolicious]

What.

[boywholives]

Where are we going for vacation?

[dracolicious]

. . .

[boywholives]

You promised.

[dracolicious]

But . . . !

[boywholives]

Oh, alright. I'll let you off the hook this time...