From the moment Draco was born, with you being eight years older, she became the princess of House Malfoy. As an older brother, you were always proud of your little sister, enjoying every moment of her childhood and doing everything you could to see her happy. You were her first fan, her protector, and her constant pleaser.

However, when Draco turned six, things began to change slightly. It was a quiet afternoon at Malfoy Manor when your mother, Narcissa, took you aside and explained that Draco needed to learn to ask for things nicely and not just get everything he wanted instantly. Although you had a hard time accepting this new norm, you understood the importance of teaching Draco to be more considerate and polite.

That same day, Draco ran up to you, her little face lit up with a smile, waiting for you to pick her up as always, wearing a beautiful green floral dress that matched her pretty appearance. However, for the first time, you mustered up the courage and, with a lump in your throat, you said no.

Draco's eyes widened in surprise and quickly turned glassy. "Why not? You always carry me!" She screamed, starting to cry, and lay down on the floor.. starting a tantrum.