What on earth should I get Draco? Harry thought to himself. Think, Potter!

"Hey, I'm going to get a book for Hermione," Draco said, nodding toward a small book store. Harry smiled, relieved.

"Okay…" He looked at his watch. "I'll meet you in The Three Broomsticks at one." Draco hurried off to the bookstore, and Harry strolled down the street, ducking into interesting-looking shops. He ducked into a musty shop at about a quarter after twelve.

"Hello, Lad," said a thick, Irish accent. Coming farther into the shop, Harry saw a short, cute with short, messy red hair, bright light green eyes, and a big smile.

"Er…Hi…" She grinned, knowingly.

"Doing some last minute Christmas shopping?" He nodded.

"Yeah, but we haven't been friends for very long, so I'm not really sure what to get them." The woman raised and eyebrow at the careful use of the word 'them.'

"Well, tell me about him," she said slyly, folding her arms. It worked.

"Well…he likes to read…especially Shakespeare…He plays Quidditch…"

"Anything particularly unique about him?"

"Well, his name means 'dragon' but…"

"Dragon of bad faith…" she muttered to herself.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Nothing," she said quickly, giving a smile. "Come with me. I think I have just the thing for your 'friend.'" Harry followed her to the back of the room. At the back of the shop was a plain, wooden door.

"Wait here," she said, pulling out a large ring with four different skeleton keyes. Each key, Harry noticed, had an animal curled around it: a lion, a badger, an eagle, and a snake. Taking hold of the snake key, she stuck it in the lock. Green light shone through the seam of the door, and the key hole, before disappearing with an audible click.

Smiling at Harry's amazed expression, she disappeared into the room. "Here we are!" she announced, coming out with a green velvet bag in her hand. "Hold out your hands," she instructed. Harry held up his hands and she emptied the bag.

"It's amazing!" Harry breathed, examining the enchanted object.

"I'll sell it to you for ten Galleons." Harry dug into his pocket and pulled out ten Galleons. "Don't let anyone touch it until he has," she warned.

"Why…?"

"That is for me to know and you to find out," she said, mysteriously. Harry slipped it into the bag and she tied it shut with a red ribbon.

"Happy Christmas, Lad!" she said, waving him off. He thanked her profusely and tucked the bag into his shoulder bag.

"Hey, Harry!" Harry spun and there were Seamus and Dean.

"Hi, guys. What's up?" Seamus grinned.

"Nothin'. Just looking for something for Neville. Hey, we saw Draco Malfoy in one of the shops," Seamus said, slyly. "He was looking for a last-minute present. He was looking at some pretty nice stuff."

"He said something about getting Hermione a present."

"Yeah, whatever, Harry," Seamus said, giving him a look. Harry cocked an eybrow.

"Okay…Anyway, I'm supposed to meet him at The Three Broomsticks—"

"Who's the third, I wonder," Seamus muttered to Dean.

"—so you two wanna accompany me?"

"Nah, thanks Harry," Dean said. "We'll leave you two at it." Sniggering loudly, the two walked off. Shrugging, Harry entered The Three Broomsticks.

"Did you find something for Hermione?" Harry asked, sitting down across from Draco. He nodded, pulling out a book.

"Everything You Thought You Knew But Really Didn't About Hogwarts," Draco said, proudly. Harry grinned.

"She'll love it." His stomach gave a loud grumble. "Man, I'm hungry," Harry complained.

"I noticed," Draco replied, a bemused look on his face. "There's a new little restaurant down the street. They have really good food there."

"Okay. And after that, let's go to Honeydukes. I need to stock up on Sugar Quills." Draco laughed and led him to an American restaurant called Twinship.

"Hey, Draco!" called a cheery, strangely familiar voice.

"Hey, Rigel!" Harry's mouth dropped.

"Who's your friend?" It was the woman from the shop, except she had different clothes on, and she had an American accent.

"Rigel, this is Harry Potter. Harry, this is Rigel Burrows. Rigel, hook us up with some wings?" Draco asked, grinning rather evilly.

"Sure thing, Dray." She hurried off, and Draco and Harry sat down at a table.

"Draco, that woman…I just talked to her. She helped me find a present, except she had an Irish accent!" Harry muttered. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Don't you use your eyes? Let's think…This restaurant is called Twinship…" Harry blushed.

"Shut. Up." He looked up and saw the first woman come in. She flashed a smile at him and hurried over to her twin.

"That's Orion. We call her Rio, though." She and Rigel came over, carrying a large tray of orange chicken wings.

"Draco, that chicken is orange," Harry said, eyeing it with suspicion. Draco snickered.

"It's a sauce, oh brilliant one." He daintily picked up a piece of chicken and bit into it, closing his eyes briefly to savor the flavor.

"Rio, draw some water," Rigel instructed as Harry tentatively picked up a piece of chicken. Smirking, Draco polished off his first piece and started on a second. Not to be outdone, Harry took a large, rather saucy bite.

"It tastes tangy, almost…" Harry's eyes flew open as the full force hit him. "SPICY!" Harry screamed, jerking violently, almost toppling backwards as the power of Hot n' Spicy Buffalo Wings hit him.

Draco did toppled over. He was laughing so hard that he was on the floor in convulsions.

"DRACO MALFOY!" Harry shrieked, after he had chugged the glass of water Rio had drawn.

"It's on the house, Draco," Rigel said. Draco jumped up and burst out with a breathless thanks, Harry right behind him.

"Talk about cute!" Rio said once the two boys had run out.

"Talk about a huge crush!" Rigel agreed.

"Harry came into my shop. He was looking for a present for Draco, unless he knows someone else with a name that means dragon."

"What did he end up buying?" Rio grinned.

"One of your creations, actually. I thought it fir the occasion. Besides," she added, her voice suddenly serious, "I think Dray is gonna need it."

"Yeah. Once his bastard father finds out, he's gonna need all the help he can get."