A/N: Draco really wants chocolate cake. young!Draco. AU.

Submission for:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments): Trick Or Treat - Morning Glories

The Sorting Hat's Challenge: What is the most valuable? - Cleverness

Pick a Card, Any Card Challenge: Ace of Spades: Write about any character's first time on a broom

Greek Mythology Mega Prompt Challenge: Coeus – Write about a curious child

Hogwarts Fair 2014 Challenge/Competition: Hogwarts Bouncy Castle

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Draco rose sleepily from his bed to the smell of chocolate wafting through the house. He scrambled out of his padded four poster bed and ran down the stairs as quickly as his little feet could take him.

He ended up in the kitchen a few feet away from the most beautiful chocolate cake he had ever seen. There were large green and white flowers made of icing sitting on top of the mouth-watering chocolate dessert. There even seemed to be shiny lights blinking from within the brown frosting.

He ran up to the cake, ready to take a huge handful of the delicious goodness and stuff it into his little 5 year old face.

Whap! He pulled his hand back to look into the stern face of his mother. She gazed down at him and said, "No, Draco. This is for my little party with the ladies this afternoon."

Draco stuck out his tongue behind his mother's back as she picked up the cake from the dining table. He hated when his mother's friends came over. They always liked to pinch his cheeks and Mrs Parkinson always brought Pansy with her to bother him. Why couldn't the other mothers bring his other friends with them, like Blaise?

"I'll just put this up here out of reach. The girls will be here soon," she said as she placed the dessert on top of the tall pantry. She grabbed a bunch of freshly cut Morning Glories and a short little glass bowl and then left the room.

Draco stared up at the cake from his place on the ground with a frown. He was a Malfoy and as his father always said, Malfoys always got what they wanted. Draco wanted cake. But he was much too short to reach the cake now.

He looked over at the dining chair. Even if he were to drag it up to the side of the pantry, he'd still be too short. What could he do?

Draco had an idea. He ran out of the kitchen, still in his little snitch pajamas, before entering again with his new broom in hand. He had just gotten it a few days ago and he hadn't gotten to ride it yet. His father was busy and his mother never wanted him on it without his father watching him. But Draco thought now was the perfect time to use it.

He mounted the broom, as he had seen all the drawings in his Quidditch story books do and kicked off as hard as he could from the kitchen floor. He rose a bit shakily, clutching the broom handle for dear life and immediately regretting his idea. The floor was getting too far away and Draco had no idea how to get down. But then he looked up and saw the cake getting closer, and all his fear vanished.

He was this close, just a few inches. He reached out over the edge of the broom, his little fingers ready to dive into the chocolatey goodness but then whoosh! Draco had leaned over too far and fell six feet down to the floor onto his face, the broom falling on top of him.

Loud wails filled the house as Narcissa rushed back into the kitchen. There she found her little boy in tears, his face red and a large bump on his forehead. A small child's broom lay just a few feet away. It didn't take much to know what had happened.

She came forward and scooped the little boy off the floor, grabbing the broom with the other hand. She shushed the little boy as she rubbed the bump on his head. She asked softly, "So what did we learn today, Draco?"

Through his sniffles, Draco answered, "Not to lean too far over the broom."