——————Draco’s birthday was falling in the middle of the week. He was expected to celebrate it in the common room. He would get cake from his home that day, they would get the elves to bring them fire-whisky in the night. It was all the same and yet, something about this year was different. His book had grown warm around midnight the message read:  Happy birthday -Today is going to be long, I think you should begin with a nice long soak....