Summary: It's Draco's birthday and you have a surprise for him.

Draco Malfoy's birthday is on June 5th. Every year, his parents throw him a huge soirée at the Malfoy Manor. It's everything a pureblood desires; only the most important witches and wizards get to be invited. They serve expensive cocktails and food. The ballroom gets taken over by the most popular magical band of the moment. Everyone who is, well, part of the wizarding world elite wishes to attend the gathering. From the outside, Draco Malfoy pretends to look forward to the party and boosts to the four houses the pride and joy of being a Malfoy and the host. Throughout all of his life, he has known nothing but pretending, that's why he's so good at it, even before you got to know him -the real him-, you actually believed the charade. In reality, everything is a lie.

Once you started dating him, you finally got to understand the pressure that he's facing. You've never been too good in those sorts of sceneries, so you're glad you were born into a normal middle-class wizard's family. But because you know the situation your boyfriend finds himself in every year, you decide to do something about it this time. Last year, on his birthday, you barely talked to each other. It was a few months after that your relationship progressed into what is now. Thus, this is your first birthday proving yourself to be a worthy, lovely partner. So you've arranged a cute, little picnic at the Astronomy Tower for him only. Well, and yourself, of course. You've managed to bribe the current prefect guarding that wing's corridor, and you've also hired Peeves to keep Filch and Mrs. Norris away. Everything is in perfect place. The magic candle lights are lit just enough to be visible and yet romantic. The food has been meticulously prepared by the kitchen's elves. The moon is bright and shining in the sky. All you need is your boyfriend's arrival.

The clock strikes 12 on the dot, and the door to the Tower creeks open. There, standing in the moonlight, it's Draco Malfoy. His stark white hair contrasts with the darkness of the night and the dull colors of his Slytherin tunic. For a moment, he seems lost, until he sees you sitting by the edge with your present for him on full display. He glares. You give it to him, he has a good poker face; for a second he has your resolution faltering. Does he not like it? Then, a bright smile lightens up his features, and you know then, that's the Draco Malfoy you love.