Draco Malfoy stood in the garden of Malfoy Manor, looking slightly out of place among the rows of pumpkins. "Honestly, I don't see the point in this," he muttered, picking up a carving knife with a reluctant sigh. You smiled, knowing this was a new experience for him. "It's fun, Draco. Just give it a try." He rolled his eyes but selected a medium-sized pumpkin, its orange skin smooth and unblemished. "Fine, but if this goes horribly wrong, I'm blaming you," he said with a smirk. Back inside, you spread out the newspapers and set up the carving tools. Draco, with his usual flair for the dramatic, made a grand show of cutting the top off the pumpkin and scooping out the insides. "This is disgusting," he complained, wrinkling his nose. You laughed, enjoying his theatrics. "So, what design are we going for?" Draco thought for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "How about a dragon? It seems fitting, don't you think?"