“neon pink?”
drao stopped for a moment to think. “he kind of pink that says ‘new baby girl’.” drao shuddered. “it shed with the red so horribly.”
harry ould he had to ugh, pituring red, green, and pink as christmas olors.
“harry, get up! presents!”
harry barely had time tister eaking before he found himself falling off the bed and on to the floor with a startled yelp. fixihe malfoy whose fault that was through the mattress of the bed, he muttered, “you have a king size bed, drao. was that really neessary?”
drao didn’t respond, as he erhed at the end of the bed, a delighted smile o…a smile? harry blinked. yes, drao malfoy was smiling, almost gleefully, as he shifted through a mountais. harry wathed him methodially tossi presents bak towards the head of the bed.
“any reason why y that?” harry asked, rawling bak on the bed, barely duking what looked like a ed book.
&ives aher aluts his presehis junk.”
harry looked in shok at drao as the malfoy surfaed from uhe pile of boensive ihree presents ed in pihe name “drao malfoy” written in hy on them.
“y me.” harry muttered, looking bak and forth from the pile of presents that drao had virtually disregarded to the three simple lookis he held. here he was, with more presents thatehree birthdays and christmases ombined and all he ared about were those three.
& really put any thought into it anyway, harry. so those presents do.” drao expined as he limbed out of bed and made his way towards the hair. “d goyle always send their presents by mail, so i dohose for another hour yet.”
so drao o five presents? startling. harry fouing drao somewhat for that. but as drao began to lightly remove the paper from the first of the three presents that luius had gotten him, harry’s eyes fou he had gotten for drao in the sea of presents.
“you might eoo.” harry spoke, piki and ping it on the floor he hair, bef into his own room (noting that it was snowing out today) and looking at the pile on his own bed. muh smaller than drao’s, but everyoo be aounted for…and it seemed bigger than usual. oh well, he’d find out soon enough. s from the tan uning.
fred a him a box full of “surprises” from their shop (test iions, they’d said in a note). mrs. weasley had sent a tin of fudge aer as she had for the st five years running, and harry gleefully started in on the fudge as he turo his other presents. hermio him a book (the many uses ue in history and today by sis), and roe frog and a s poster for his present. there were also gifts from remus, tonks, and a few of his dorm mates, along resent (andy of some sort with a ard, mostly) from every member of the da. then when harry removed gio see what was u, he had to blio be sure he was seei he saw.
& was ed i same manner as drao’s three importas had bee it was his e draued, harry begahe paper.
& hadn’t looked big enough to hold the two books that he had beehe small box that was seated on top of them, but somehow they’d fit into ing that made them look about as big as a muggle ptop. harry looked at the titles of the two books (defehe dark arts by cursea vie, and quiddith: how aurors affet it by samantha snithers to the box. whe, he blinked in surprise as a small golde bou of the box ao wiz around the room. uh the golden wings was a o use the pratie snith. grinning, harry wathed it return to its box, ao see how drao was doing.
walking bak into drao’s room, harry was no longer surprised at how small luius’ gift had been before he had ope, when he saw how muh stuff drao had gotten out of thifts. all of the hairs in the room were overed in lothing and drao still hadn’t opehe gifts.
“did you ask for a mall or something?” harry looked poihe lothes.
drao looked at harry quizzially, as if harry had just made up the word “mall”.
“no, harry, i asked for a new wardrobe. i do it every year.”
a every year? harry shook his head. he kept fetting how muh differeween drao aerms of wealth.
&ed squeal frht harry’s attention bak to the younger malfoy as he art of the st present from his father. without a word of expnation, drao bouo ohe ebony doors ihe room (one whih harry hadn’t see) and disappeared dowhat this partiur door led to. harry followed at a slightly slower pae.
&airee room with stone walls and floors, aables. harry bliions boratory? someone, somewhere, had to be kidding him. but no, there was drao, setting up a bu, looking now a a book that y oable to him for refereo iee went.
“so…what is it?” harry asked as drao stepped bak to look at the ontraption of gss aer.
“it’s a distiller.”
“a what?”