Draco's Easter Present
Harry crept from bed at dawn, and snuck outside. He began to truncate grass to fill a small basket, laying the padding in for beautifully decorated eggs, when he heard a scream and rushed back inside. ‘Let the games begin,’ he thought smiling.
“What is that!” Draco exclaimed, sitting up and pointing wide-eyed at a small, woolly, four-legged animal that kept trying to lick him.
“It’s a lamb,” Harry said matter-of-factly.
“I know what it is, Potter,” Draco said as he rolled his eyes. “What’s it doing here?”
Harry grinned. Draco always called him by his last name when he thought Harry had said something stupid, well that’s what he got for asking stupid questions. “It’s your Easter present,” he said with a smile. “You said you never had a pet.”
“Good,” Draco said. “When can we eat it? I’ve been craving lamb chops.”
Harry looked at him in horror. “You can’t eat it!”
“Alright, fine!” Draco said in a huff. “Is it house trained?”
“Dunno,” Harry said with a shrug. “Have to ask Hagrid.”
“He deals with magical creatures,” Draco said. “You know, like a dragon. Eww! It just peed on me!”
Harry chuckled. “Guess that answers that question.”
