Growing up, Draco didn't have actual friends since he always felt competitive with most of the boys he knew. He either had those who did his bidding and acted as protectors or those he feared would cut his throat if it suited their purposes. He did better with girls, but those friendships grew complicated as he became older. Needless to say, he didn't expect to find a really good friend in some crazy time warped village. Colin was a nice surprise. His first real best friend. They teased each other, sure, but he truly had Colin's back and it was obvious Colin had his. For the first time in his life, Draco didn't care about blood status. If anything, Colin sometimes seemed to understand Draco better than those of similar backgrounds. For all those reasons, Draco wanted to give Colin a really good birthday. He guessed Colin would miss his family even more so he only hoped that the town could help fill that void a bit. Still, as Draco admired the decorations and growing pile of gifts, he couldn't help thinking Colin never got another birthday in their real time. How could Colin forgive him for that? While Draco wasn't the one to kill the younger Gryffindor, he still felt responsible. It was a morbid thought considering where they were, but birth and death were always entwined in the best of circumstances. Still, he shrugged off the deep thoughts in favor of grabbing a glass of pumpkin juice from the refreshment table. He smiled and nodded at those lingering near.