AN: Sorry for the lateness in the day, started writing much later than usual. This one is a bit different than the other two but full of fluffy cuteness so I hope you like it! Enjoy!

A puff of smoke and some jolting movement was all that rose from Hermione's project. She mumbled under her breath in frustration before trying to cast the incredibly complicated spell again. She knew it was going to be complicated, only the most accomplished wizards typically animated non-living things to make them living. A few more failed attempts finally gifted her with success.

"Smartest witch of my age if I do say so myself!" She said smugly as her finished project tromped in random directions around the desk top immediately playing with each other and any thing she left down. She had been careful in her selection for three french hens. She instead went with a miniature dragon that was larger and two smaller ones. One for him to focus on and two smaller ones for amusement as well. She chose to make the main one a Norwegian Ridgeback, as they seemed the most playful out of the ones she knew. That one was roughly the size of her forearm, not including the long tail. The two smaller ones were a third of the size, a Common Welsh Green and a Chinese Fireball.

She thought of eventually making one for herself in the future, they were cute and had personalities but as the joys of being magically created were now need for food and water and could be shut away for years and be no worse for wear or even care that they were shut away. She figured the larger one could likely be used for mail as well, though probably not something one would want for anything besides personal as it was a bit unusual. Actually, that was an idea for her to market, she thought making a note to look into it after school.

She picked up the rambunctious three and placed them in the large box she had prepared before promptly wrapping it in festive red and green paper. She magically adhered her next note and a giant 'THIS SIDE UP' note to the top before calling out, "Glitzy!" She said clearly and smiled lightly at the instantaneous pop as the house elf appeared.

"Hows may Glitzy assists you Miss?" She asked eagerly, straightening her over abundance of sparkly ribbon that adorned her outfit.

"I need you to deliver this to Draco Malfoy in his room. You don't need to see him, just need it placed at the foot of his bed. He can't know I sent it, I am trying to be secretive in giving him gifts and this one is just too large to deliver by owl. Can you do that for me?" She asked politely.

Glitzy nodded her head rapidly, "Anythings to please you Miss. Wills that be alls Miss?" She asked.

"Yes, thank you very much." Hermione said getting a beaming smile before the house elf and the box disappeared. She had wished she could see how he reacted to the gifts but she knew this wasn't one she could deliver over Breakfast so right before was just as best. She finally began getting ready after her long morning as the rest of the dorm began to wake.

Down in the dungeons Draco woke with hearing a small pop and a weight at the end of his bed. He got up looking at the box at the end of his bed that was making noise. He knew his mystery love would be gifting him with another thing today, though normally they were presented at breakfast. Though looking at the size it was understandable that it couldn't be delivered. He picked up the note and smacked it against his other hand in thought looking at the box skeptically before opening the letter.

"Dear Draco,
Three French Hens sounded dreadfully boring, so instead I got you something better. For your company, letter-delivery, and decoration (also maybe some bragging rights). I hope you enjoy them.

Love,
Still the same person as the other two, really now."

The noise from inside was making him uneasy so he stepped back and used a short spell to open it. When nothing sprang out to attack him he approached it slowly. He jumped back slightly and cursed at himself when a small dragon head poked over the edge and looked around. Two smaller ones clambered up its back and tumbled onto the bed. The other one tried to follow suit, only to tip the box forward and tumble out of the box, off the bed, and roll to a stop Draco's feet.

"Miniature dragons. She made me miniature dragons...how in the hell…?" He muttered to himself picking up the Norwegian Ridgeback up and placing it on the bed, ushering the smaller two to stay close. "This level of spellwork….Hermione?" He muttered to himself. He wanted it to be so but he didn't know if he was excluding other options through wishful thinking. He placed them in a row and ordered for them to stay as he prepared for the day. After he was done getting ready he placed the smaller two in his luggage with orders to sleep. He was mentally thankful that magic made them so vastly different to other pets as they instantly obeyed. He picked up the larger one and set it on his shoulder waiting for it to get comfortably for walking.

"I think you are going to be named….Bane….because I think you are going to end up the bane of my existence." He muttered to the dragon getting a nuzzle in return. He bit down the smile and glared at everyone in passing. Entering the dining hall his eyes darted over to Hermione only to sadden slightly that she appeared totally disinterested in him before sitting down at his table and beginning to eat. He set the dragon down and watched it become bored quickly before attacking a green apple on the table happily. He looked up again at Hermione before hope grew in his heart again as he saw her looking over. She looked eyes with him momentarily before hastily looking away and joining back in her conversation. He desperately hoped that the slight grin on her perfect lips was for him but the critic in him told him no, that she only looked over to see the new dragon. The little hope still burned bright in him though when she glanced back over with the same soft smile before leaving the table. The little flame burst into a small fire as he fought to keep a smile off his own face before turning back to his new gift that belched out apple-smelling flames. Shaking his head at it's antics and kept kindling the own flame in his heart with the thoughts of his favorite bookworm.