Draco's Desire

"Draco's Desire"

There it was, lying on the table, just waiting to be picked up. Draco had done it before and a couple more times after that. The knife was just shimmering with the sunlight just touching it so making it look like a priceless piece of jewel glimmering. The knife was practically calling out to him. Come on, Draco. You know you want to. It won't hurt one bit to just do it. He couldn't. He made a promise to her. But the knife just lay there. It was so shiny and so was the white handle.

Draco couldn't resist. He was very tempted. He was tantalized. Draco was aching to do it. He needed to satisfy him. He picked up the knife and went over to the table. His parents were out, some of the servants; most of them were house-elves, were outside mowing the lawn and watering the plants. Others were doing the laundry, folding the clothes, or going into the kitchen to prepare dinner. It was a perfect moment. Everyone had something to do. No one would be able to say he done it but then again, it was also going to be pretty obvious.

"I'm going to get this over with," Draco said.

He picked up the knife. He raise the knife high above his head and brought it down fast until it hit the soft landing where it was supposed to end up. Draco cut it twice. One cut there and the other there. But then a sound of a door closing and footsteps came. Draco didn't hear them but suddenly he heard his mom, Narcissa, shouting: "Draco! I can't believe it! What have I told you about cutting the cake? You and your sweet tooth. Why can't you just wait until your father and I got home so you could cut the cake then. You do this everytime it's your birthday, Draco, for about the last 4 years and now today makes it 5. How is it going to be when you turn 35? You promised me that you wouldn't cut the cake this time."

"But, Mother, I was very hungry. I was starving to death," Draco whined.

"Then why didn't you fix yourself a snack instead of cutting your birthday cake?"

"I-I-I couldn't help it. OK!" Draco looked at his mom with those eyes of his that usually made his mom forgiving him.

"Well, Draco, since it's your birthday, I won't punish you this time. But if you do cut the cake when you are told not to, I'll take away one of your presents."

"Well, since we got that cleared up, let's eat!" Lucius, Draco's father, said.

"I agree!" Draco said.

"OK, then, let's now cut the cake. Draco, since you have already started, why don't you finish."

Draco finished cutting the rest of his delicious cake. His family ate the cake happily. They also sang "Happy Birthday" to Draco. Draco always dreaded that song. Then Draco suddenly remembered something.

"Father, Mother, so where are my presents?" he said eagerly.