He sat, in a small cardboard box. It had one peephole, rather inconspicuous, in the top left corner. It was extremely stuffy, and his nose was beginning to itch, but still, there he sat. When he saw a spot of green, and black, Blaise launched himself out of the box onto the now extremely harassed looking Slytherin.
"Excessive irritation, thy name is Blaise." Draco drawled. "What do you want?"
Blaise looked put-out for a moment, then mumbled, "I didn't mean to jump on you. I thought you were Theo. It's his birthday today."
The blonde stared incredulously at him. He questioned gingerly, "And so you thought you would give him a nice little gift by hiding in a cardboard box, then flattening him? Well, you'd better hurry up and get back in there, because he's about to turn the corner into this hallway."
Blaise swore softly, and hastily began clambering back into the box. Draco stared for a bit more, shook his head, and left. This time, when Blaise saw a Slytherin robe, he knew it was the right one. He leaped enthusiastically out of the box again, but Theo merely sidestepped the boy on the floor, and continued on his way.
The present laying neglected by the box remained untouched.