nope, still don't own anything.

Sitting alone in the common room, Draco looked around for the tenth time before he took the gifted wrapped box out of his robe. The paper changed from silver to green as he turned it to different angles. He shook the box and started when he heard something that sounded like glass breaking, coming from the small box in his hands.

"Don't shake the box, Draco! Just open it up." A voice came from out of no-where.

Draco looked around wildly before he put the voice to Hermione and looked back down at the box. She had spelled it, somehow, to yell at him. That was so…Hermione. Draco looked around once more then opened one side of the box, which was held together with tape, which he remembered be the vivid memory when he'd gotten a two inch strip of the sticky thing in his hair. She'd laughed at him and when she laughed so did he. She somehow managed to break down the wall's he'd built specifically to keep her out. She was pretty when she laughed; he thought back to the day and smiled before returning to the task of opening the gift she'd given him. As he peeled back the last of the paper, careful no to tear it, a note fluttered onto his lap.

Draco-
I hope you like what I've gotten you, even if it isn't the most expensive thing in the world, but when I saw it I thought of you. I hope you don't mind that I've gotten you something but I felt like I should. I hope you like your gift.

Hermione

Draco smiled at the small neat handwriting before placing the note beside him and opening the box. Inside sat a circular box. He recognized it and smiled when he thought back to one of his last lessons. She'd brought this box, a C.B. no, C.D. player, to the library and let him listen to that beatle C.D. she'd shown him before. It was nice, not having to go to a bloody concert to have to hear music by a singer. He'd heard the beatles before, but on through his father's time turner. He hadn't told his father he took it and he hadn't found out so he saw no reason to tell him. He'd grown fond of muggle bands since the summer of his fifth year, when his father had shunned him and told him that he should live as a muggle and then see who had the better life, the reason for the stint being his father found out of his fancying of Hermione. He sighed and took the player out of the box and took the dangly things that were attached to the side along with it. He pressed the button on the side and heard music start to play, very faintly, but it started to play none-the-less. He looked at the player in his hand and wondered where it was coming from. It didn't have the phone things that Hermione's had so their wasn't supposed to be any music coming from the thing.
In another part of the castle

Hermione sat on her bed and looked at the picture frame that Draco had given her for Christmas. She looked at the picture that sat in it once more before turning to put it on the small table beside her bed. The picture was of a young Draco, Mr. I-don't-have-picture's-taken, when he was, what it looked like at least, first learning how to ride a broom. In the picture he fell and stood up, dragging the broom behind him, before mounting again and flying a couple of times around the small field he was in before he lost control again and fell, each time his mouth formed a pout that would challenge any seven year old, three year old after the next try. She'd been horrified when she'd gotten the picture back to see Draco staring back at her and snapped her head to Harry, who was eating a piece of Honeydukes best chocolate. She wondered why he handed reacted to the picture then smiled when he asked his next question.

"Why would someone send you a picture of Hogwarts?" he'd asked, his brows drawn together.

"I have no idea." She said, smiling as she looked back down at the picture to see Draco smiling at her and waving.

After she'd given Draco his present she'd been nervous. What if he hated it and told the whole bleeding school when they came back the next day that she had given him a gift? Her only comfort was the fact that he had given her a gift as well, so if he said one word that sounded like blackmail, she'd cancel it out with some of her own. An owl tapped at her window as she thought this and she got up and walked to the window to let the eagle owl in.

"What have you got for me?" she asked the unfamiliar animal, stroking it's beak before it offered its leg. "Thank you." She murmured, un-attaching the letter and getting up to find a treat to give it.

She retuned and fed the owl, who stayed perched on her bed post. She opened the letter and read the small messy scrawl that greeted her.

Hermione,

Thank you for the cd player. I can't figure out where the music is come from, you didn't send any phones with it. I like my present a lot and I hope you like yours. I thought it was only fair that we both were embarrassed of a picture. Please write telling me how to work the player.

Draco

P.s. what are the dangly things that are hanging off of the player?

Hermione smiled at the letter and quickly wrote back, explaining that the 'dangly things' were the head phones, they just slipped over your ears, and that she loved her present and the spell he had on it so no one else could see it. She also asked the boy-wonder how he'd found a picture of himself on a broom so young when he had stiffly told her that he didn't do pictures. She signed the letter and gave it to the owl to give to Draco. After she watched as the bird few away she sighed and walked over to her desk. She'd have to start re-checking her homework before the new term started. She sighed and pulled out her worn 'Defense Against the Dark Arts' book and started going over her essay for the tenth time.

I hope you guy's liked this chapter, I only had a peirod to start and finish it, but I'm happy with it. leave some review's and let me know