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His fingers began working, almost as if by their own will, on the wrapping paper. The silver paper came off easily and Draco was faced with a small white box. Opening the lid his eyes widened. Carefully he lifted the chimes from the box and just held them for a moment. He’d been looking at these for years, ever since his first visit to Hogsmead with the other students. Of course, in public he had a reputation to maintain so he couldn’t just go in and buy them unless he was going to give them to someone else, and that wouldn’t be the case.

In the box underneath the charms was a small note. Written in somewhat messy but legible writing were the words:

Happy Christmas Draco, From Harry

How did Harry know? Somehow Harry had figured out that he wanted the chimes. No one else had figured it out in how many years yet somehow Harry had. Harry had put that much thought into it…Suddenly his own gift to Harry didn’t seem so inappropriate any more.

Harry looked up from his Transfiguration essay as Draco walked into his room. In his hands the boy held a thin present wrapped in dark red paper, almost a wine color.

“Happy Christmas Harry” Draco murmured, holding the gift out to Harry. When Harry took it the other boy left the room and left Harry blinking in astonishment at the gift. Draco had actually gotten him one?

Harry put down his quill and all thoughts about the metamorphosis of Reptilian Snagweed seemed to fly out of his head. Carefully he began to undo the paper and revealed…a mirror?

He looked at it for a minute but saw no reflection in the mirror. Hmm…not a normal mirror then. What was Draco—

The surface of the mirror seemed to swirl and Harry found himself looking at…Draco. He could see Draco shifting all the presents that he hadn’t bothered opening off his bed and telling a House Elf something pertaining to them. He looked as if his mind wasn’t really on what he was doing. So this was Draco right now?

Harry thought for a moment. Did this mirror show him anyone? Harry noticed that as soon as he stopped thinking about Draco the mirror’s image faded. How about Ron?

The image swirled and he could see Ron sitting in the middle of his family while they were opening presents.

Hermione?

She was eating lunch, the remains of presents still strewn around the table and a book (Harry assumed it was new) open to the thirtieth page.

Harry frowned a bit as the image faded. It was cool and all, but what was the point really? He doubted Draco would have given him a gift on a whim so there must be a point to it other than the obvious one.

The mirror showed people…well, maybe the person didn’t have to be alive…

Unbidden, thoughts of Sirius and his parents flowed into his head. The image swirled and there they were smiling up at him. They weren’t moving, like the other pictures had, but they were still there, standing against a grey background.

Harry heard a small yelp before Draco appeared through the wall looking slightly shaken. “Harry, the bond’s going crazy. Are you okay?”

Harry smiled as the image faded and he looked up at Draco. “Thank you Draco.”

Draco shifted minutely, as if slightly embarrassed. “You’re welcome…and thanks for the chimes too…”