Hermione scowled. “And why would I help you, Malfoy?” She asked sourly, placing her hands on her hips.

Draco smirked. “Think of it as a Christmas present, Granger. You like to help people, don’t you?” He tilted his head to the side to show her he still had the upper hand.

Hermione’s eyes narrowed further, the anger quickly bubbling to the surface. “I’ll give you a present,” she muttered, and then pushed herself up against the ladder as hard as she could.