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“Neon pink?”

Draco stopped for a moment to think. “No, not neon, the kind of pink that says ‘new baby girl’.” Draco shuddered. “It clashed with the red so horribly.”

Harry couldn’t help it he had to laugh, picturing red, green, and pink as Christmas colors.

“Harry, get up! Presents!”

Harry barely had time to register who was speaking before he found himself falling off the bed and on to the floor with a startled yelp. Fixing a glare at the Malfoy whose fault that was through the mattress of the bed, he muttered, “You have a king size bed, Draco. Was that really necessary?”

Draco didn’t respond, as he was perched at the end of the bed, a delighted smile on his face. Wait…a smile? Harry blinked. Yes, Draco Malfoy was smiling, almost gleefully, as he shifted through a mountain of presents. Harry watched him methodically tossing the topmost presents back towards the head of the bed.

“Any reason why you’re doing that?” Harry asked, crawling back on the bed, barely ducking what looked like a wrapped book.

“Relatives and friends. Father always puts his presents under all this junk.”

Harry looked in shock at Draco as the Malfoy surfaced from underneath the pile of bows and expensive wrapping paper with three presents wrapped in plain black paper with the name “Draco Malfoy” written in white calligraphy on them.

“You’re kidding me.” Harry muttered, looking back and forth from the pile of presents that Draco had virtually disregarded to the three simple looking presents he held. Here he was, with more presents than Dudley had gotten for the last three birthdays and Christmases combined and all he cared about were those three.

“They don’t really put any thought into it anyway, Harry. So those presents don’t really count.” Draco explained as he climbed out of bed and made his way towards the nearest chair. “Crabbe and Goyle always send their presents by mail, so I don’t expect those for another hour yet.”

So Draco only cared about five presents? Startling. Harry found himself respecting Draco somewhat for that. But as Draco began to lightly remove the paper from the first of the three presents that Lucius had gotten him, Harry’s eyes found the present he had gotten for Draco in the sea of presents.

“You might want to open this one too.” Harry spoke, picking up the present and placing it on the floor near the chair, before crossing into his own room (noting that it was snowing out today) and looking at the pile on his own bed. Much smaller than Draco’s, but everyone seemed to be accounted for…and it seemed bigger than usual. Oh well, he’d find out soon enough. So starting from the top, Harry began unwrapping.

Fred and George had sent him a box full of “surprises” from their shop (latest inventions, they’d said in a note). Mrs. Weasley had sent a tin of fudge and a sweater as she had for the last five years running, and Harry gleefully started in on the fudge as he turned to his other presents. Hermione had sent him a book (The Many Uses of Parseltongue in History and Today by Snora Serpentis), and Ron had packed a chocolate frog and a Chudley Cannons poster for his present. There were also gifts from Remus, Tonks, and a few of his dorm mates, along with a small present (candy of some sort with a card, mostly) from every member of the DA. Then when Harry removed Ginny’s present to see what was underneath that, he had to blink twice to be sure he was seeing what he thought he saw.

A present that was wrapped in the exact same manner as Draco’s three important presents had been wrapped, except that it was his name written in white and not Draco’s. Intrigued, Harry began to open the paper.

The present hadn’t looked big enough to hold the two books that he had been given and the small box that was seated on top of them, but somehow they’d fit into wrapping that made them look about as big as a muggle laptop. Harry looked at the titles of the two books (Defense Using the Dark Arts by Cursea Vice, and Quidditch: How Aurors Affect It by Samantha Snitcherson) before turning to the box. When he opened it, he blinked in surprise as a small golden object bounced out of the box and began to wiz around the room. Underneath the ball with the golden wings was a note on how to use the practice snitch. Grinning, Harry watched it return to its box, and went to see how Draco was doing.

Walking back into Draco’s room, Harry was no longer surprised at how small Lucius’ gift had been before he had opened it, when he saw how much stuff Draco had gotten out of those three gifts. All of the chairs in the room were covered in clothing and Draco still hadn’t opened one of the gifts.

“Did you ask for a mall or something?” Harry looked pointedly at the clothes.

Draco looked at Harry quizzically, as if Harry had just made up the word “mall”.