Three day's later

Hermione sighed as she opened her eyes in the morning, for some reason she was uneasy. It all came flooding back to her when she looked at the open diary laying on the floor.

"Bloody hell!" she said as she spied a clock. She was late for potions!! No today was holiday.
There were no classes.

"Hermione, Wake up!"

"Shut up!" she groaned towards the door, knowing there wasn't a likely chance that whoever it was would hear her.

"Happy Christmas to you too, then!" the voice called up to her.

"What?" she screeched, jumping out of bed and running to the door.

"Hermione, you haven't forgotten about Christmas!" The voice, now labeled as Ron, cried from the bottom of the girl's dormitory steps.

"Of course I haven't." she huffed, turning to retrieve the not-forgotten presents. "Here." She said as she walked down the steps, thrusting a present into the hands of Harry and Ron, Neville was no where to b e found.

"Thanks Hermione, here are yours." They said, each holding up a rectangular, wrapped present,
she suspected book's again.

"Thanks guy's." she said, forcing a smile. She was getting tired of getting books for Christmas,
she wanted something different.

"You have another present under the tree Hermione." Ron informed her, throwing his head towards the tree, where a Weasly sweater sat, unwrapped.

"She didn't feel like bothering with the wrap." Ron supplied when she looked at the two accusingly.

"Ron didn't look at the tag and ripped it open." Harry said, rolling his eyes at Ron, whose face was blending in quite nicely with his hair.

"Thanks a ton, Harry." He mumbled, before stuffing a dozen BB Every Flavor Bean's in his mouth.

Hermione sighed and looked under the tree again, noticing at least six other presents.

"Are all of those for me?" she asked moving to the tree and picking up the smallest present.

"Who's that from?" Harry asked, coming up behind her and looking over her shoulder.

"I don't know, there isn't a name on it." She lied, covering the tag and ripping the paper.

"Who would give you a picture frame?" he asked, plucking said item out of her hands before she could stop him.

"Give it back Harry." Hermione said trying, and failing, to get the beautiful picture frame from Harry's hands.

"Who's it from Hermione?" he asked again, tossing it to Ron, who dropped a Chocolate Frog to catch the piece of glass flying at him.

Hermione blushed a deep red and cursed her luck at having to share a common room with the boy's once more. Draco had sent her the frame; it was obvious by the dragon that sat at each corner of the frame. She quickly grabbed the frame and walked back to her dorm. On her bed sat a wrapped present. The green paper was shimmering and it looked silver from her point of view.
She some how had to give Draco his present without being noticed by any one, even Draco.

Draco sat in the Slytherin common room, alone. He was going to go to the great hall to eat but knew she'd be there, talking about his gift, laughing about it with Potter and Weasel. He detested Christmas. This was the first Christmas he'd ever given a present, at least one he'd picked out and actually wanted to give. He thought back to the picture she'd shown him and how embarrassed she'd been when she realized what the picture was. It was a stupid present any ways,
but he didn't think she'd have many pictures in her dorm, and he also didn't know why he cared.

"Get a grip, Malfoy." He muttered to himself before getting up from the comfortable couch and making his way to the library.

The lessons were due to stop that evening, now there would no reason for him to hang around her and for some reason it didn't get him in a good mood. He'd totally misjudged her from the beginning. She wasn't a stuck-up, nosy, know-it-all, like he'd once thought. She was actually easy to talk to when it came down to it. She listened to him talk about his life when she'd asked up if he'd ever seen anything she'd shown him the day's before. He explained how having a father like Lucius didn't leave many options open for him, it was all wizarding things. If it wasn't available in the wizarding world, it wasn't important. She'd thought it was a grave injustice that he'd grown up in that kind of environment. She didn't come out and say it but her comments didn't leave a lot to be desired.

"Hello Draco." He heard as he walked in the great hall.

"Granger." He said coldly. Right behind her was Potter and Weasel. If she thought she was going to get on with him with the two Neanderthals, he took back everything he'd ever thought about her.

"step off, Malfoy." Goon one, Weasel, grunted.

Hermione sighed, her eye's rolling as she did. She shoved something into his hands and walked away, pushing into him slightly, also causing the two lover boys to smirk, SMIRK mind you, at him.