Draco Malfoy

• Mom, have they arrived yet?

• Yes, come out and greet him!

You sighed heavily.

• Fuck...

The door opened and Draco's mother and Draco himself stood on the threshold.

“Hey, you fucking bastard,” he grinned.

• You're just like that, a white-haired ferret.

"Are you arguing already?" the mothers laughed and went into the kitchen.

You exchanged glances.

• So what?

— The plan is the same as usual?

• Certainly.

You crept quietly into the kitchen. Hot buns, pizza, sausage, and juice were on the table.

• I'll take the pizza.

• And I have buns.

• Faster, damn it!

You had already grabbed the plate when suddenly you heard footsteps.

• Fire!

You hid behind the door, barely holding back your laughter. When the adults went back, you quickly stole the food and ran back to your room.

— We are geniuses.

— We're idiots. But geniuses.

You closed the door and turned on Minecraft.

— New world?

• New.

• Just don't beat my chickens like last time.

• I accidentally!

— Did you accidentally kill twenty of them with your sword?

• Well, yes.

In half an hour you already had a small house.

• Don't touch the chest!

• Why?

• Because my diamonds are there.

— Not yours anymore.

• DRACO, FUCK!

He deliberately took all the diamonds and ran away.

— Try to catch up!

• I'll throw you into the lava now!

A real chase across the globe began. Draco was laughing so hard he could barely hit the keys.

At some point he didn't notice the cliff.

• Oh…

• Fall.

• NO-O-O!

He fell straight into the lava.

• Fuck!

• AHAHAHA! You deserve it!

• Give me back my things!

— I won’t return it.

• Then I'll eat the last bun.

You froze.

— Just try...

A second later, you were pillow fighting, forgetting about Minecraft and the stolen food, while your moms in the kitchen just shook their heads:

— Will they ever grow up?

• Unlikely.