He couldn't believe that he had bothered to get her a gift. Draco frowned in confusion at the mere thought of it. There was no sensible reason as to why he was currently standing in what he considered their section of the library holding an unwrapped box as he waited for Granger.
It was only to avoid having the pesky girl nagging at him for the rest of the year. It was an investment really, he told himself. A guarantee of some form of future sanity. Still he refused to wrap the stupid thing.
"Draco," Granger greeted brightly, announcing her presence. "Happy Christmas!"
He merely nodded his response. Granger then proceeded to talk far more than he would care to listen about her holiday plans; during the whole of which Draco tried not to overtly stare at the wrapped present in Grangers arm. Her wrapping skills had gotten noticeably better he noted.
He interrupted her non-stop babbling by shoving the box he had been holding to the girl.
"Here." He said pointedly, jutting the box in her face when she did nothing but gape at it unsure.
Hesitantly she reached for the box before quickly opening it to see her gift. It was hardly anything special, a few sweets he'd purchased with leftover money in Honeydukes, but from Granger's reaction you would have thought he gave her a box full of the purest gold.
"Thank you!" She smiled prettily -which confused him because just when did Granger ever start to do things prettily- and pulled him into one of her famous bone-crushing hugs.
"It's nothing," Malfoy returned, not to be kind, choosing to focus on the shelf in need of dusting behind her and not at the way his traitorous hands curled around her waist.