July 25, 1987 is an unforgettable day in my life

In early June of 1987, unfortunately, I couldn't attend the birthday party of the Malfoys' only son because of a cold. He's the same age as me, and if nothing extraordinary happens, we'll be classmates at Hogwarts.

On July 25, it was Ernie's and my birthday. Since Mrs. Malfoy's family, the Blacks, were related to us, and our parents knew the Malfoys from their school days, the Malfoy family was also invited to the party.

Ernie whispered to me that he wanted a broomstick as a gift, but he knew our parents wouldn't buy him one, remembering the time he fell. Still, Ernie begged me to exchange my birthday wish for a broom for him, insisting that his good and beautiful sister Sunny could make that happen. Seeing that he finally appreciated my kindness, I agreed.

The result was that I was given a broomstick, even though I don't even know how to use it, and I also received gifts from Neville and Hannah Abbott.

I also met the only son of the Malfoy family. His face was very pale, and his hair was blonde, like the color of the sunset. I found him adorable. His father, Mr. Malfoy, had a very serious demeanor, while his mother, Mrs. Malfoy, was a woman of great elegance.

While Ernie went off to chat with Neville and Hannah, young Malfoy suddenly appeared behind me and asked, "What did your parents get you?"

"A broomstick, which was actually Ernie's wish," I replied, extending my hand. "I'm Sunny MacMillan."

"Draco Malfoy," he said as he shook my hand and smiled. "I know who you are. It's a shame you couldn't come to my party last month. You don't know how beautiful the jasmine was at Malfoy Manor."

To be honest, I regretted more not getting to try the ten-tier cake that, according to Ernie, they had at his party. How I would have loved to taste it!

Draco asked if I was feeling better, and I nodded. Then he whispered, "And your broomstick?"

I looked at him, intrigued. "What are you planning?"

Draco, standing very close to me, smiled confidently. "To fly, of course. Don't you think this banquet is a bit dull?"

It was true, though I was a bit concerned. "But Ernie…"

"Don't worry; I'm much better at flying than he is," Draco said confidently.

So, I led him to the backyard with my new broomstick. Just as he said, Draco was much more skilled than Ernie. I watched him fly under the light of a beautiful night. His blonde hair shone in the darkness, and I could always spot him easily until, suddenly, I sneezed, and Draco smoothly descended to where I was.

"Draco, why did you come down?" I asked.

"I forgot that you weren't wearing much to keep you warm," he said, taking off his jacket and draping it over my shoulders. The warmth of his coat made me forget the cold.

"Still playing?" I asked.

"Would you like to try?" he responded.

I was about to say no, but the sincerity in his gaze made me change my mind.

"All right," I agreed.

Draco smiled, took my hand, and we got on the broom together. "Hold on tight," he said, and we flew together. At first, he didn't go very high, but gradually he gained altitude. He asked me several times if I was okay, and each time I replied that I was. With his jacket around my shoulders and him by my side, my fear of heights disappeared.

"Thank you, Draco," I started to say, but suddenly I heard Ernie yelling from below, "Sunny! Come down right now!" Draco and I landed gently, and Ernie, after making sure I was okay, glared at Draco. "Sunny's afraid of heights; you shouldn't take her flying."

"Sunny's afraid of heights because you dropped her and broke her leg," Draco retorted smugly.

Ernie fumed. "Who gave you the right to call her that?"

"Not only can I call her by her name; she can also call me brother," Draco said, smiling at me.

"I'd love to, Draco!" I replied, smiling back.

Ernie was devastated, and he didn't seem to enjoy his new broom that much. Years later, before my wedding to Draco, he confessed that he felt like he had lost something very important when he saw Draco as a brother to me. But, in truth, I never thought of Draco as a brother.

Later, I invited Draco to try my favorite desserts, but he chose green apples instead. While we talked, I asked what he had gotten me, and he handed me a red bow brooch, enchanted to keep me dry even in the rain.

"Why red?" I asked, curious.

Draco glanced around to make sure no one was eavesdropping and whispered, "I saw that you're a twin, so your hair should look amazing with this color."

I was touched by his gesture, and before he left, I asked him to help me put it on. That day, July 25, 1987, was the day I officially met Draco Malfoy, someone who, without a doubt, left a deep mark on my heart.