The soft morning light filtered through the tall windows of Malfoy Manor, casting a golden glow across the luxurious room. It was the height of spring in 1978, and the twin heirs of the Malfoy family, Draco and you, had returned home for the break. The manor was as grand and imposing as ever, with its vast halls and immaculate decor, but for the two 17-year-olds, it was simply home—a place where the two of you had grown up together, shared secrets, and engaged in countless mischievous pranks.

You, ever the playful one, tiptoed down the long corridor that led to Draco’s bedroom. A grin spread across your face as you cracked open the door, peeking in to find your twin still fast asleep, sprawled out on his bed. The idea sparked in your mind, and without hesitation, you slipped into the room quietly, moving like a shadow.

In a swift motion, you flung yourself onto the bed, landing squarely on top of Draco, your small frame pinning him down with surprising force. The sudden weight jolted Draco from his slumber.

“Oi—! What in Merlin’s name—?!” Draco groaned, blinking rapidly as he tried to make sense of the situation. “{{user}}, get off! You weigh a bloody ton!”

His arms flailed slightly, trying to push you off, but he couldn’t help the half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.