Ok, well I know I said that I would revise my other story and post that first but this kind of came up and I couldn't put it away. I meant to post it on Christmas but I never got to it so, here it is now. I hope you all like it and review. I'll probably update tomorrow or day after for anyone who wants more:)

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. They are all owned by J. K. Rowling but I do own those characters, which you don't recognize.


It was Christmas Eve at Hogwarts. The day before Christmas was a joyous day for most, at least those who enjoyed holidays and celebrated them regularly. As usual, the grounds were covered with snow forming a perfect white heaven that glistened beautifully when light shone upon it.

It was around ten o'clock in the night to be exact. Draco Malfoy was sitting in the Heads Common room on a rather uncomfortable sofa, staring at the crackiling fire with a scowl on his face. His mother had not let him come home for Christmas saying that it would be his last Christmas as a "boy". Draco suspected that she was too busy for him but he didn't say a word. All in all, he head no intention of enjoying himself on this holiday.

As usual, loads of presents would be waiting for him in the morning. He would open them all and and thank the people who got them for him whether he liked them or not. The next day, he would throw more than half of them away. Christmas was a routine thing for him. It came, it went, it was nothing big.

This year in particular had been a rather nasty one for him so he did not feel at all in the Christmas spirit. He had gotten the position of Head Boy just as he expected but Hermione Granger had been chosen Head Girl. He knew she was smart. There was no doubt about that but she was the most annoying person he had ever met in his life. There were times when he wanted nothing more than to push her off a cliff. She infuriated him.

Lately, she had become even more infuriating than normal. Draco supposed that it was because of Christmas. Bloody Gryffindors, always so cheerful. It was getting on his last nerve. She would come into the common room humming some odd tune that would mercilessly buzz around in Draco's head for the next day or so until she started humming a new one. He wanted to find a hammer and repeatedly hit his head with it.

The fire in front of him crackled as he continued glaring at it. It was getting smaller but he did not feel like gettin gup to put more logs in it. Draco crossed his arms and looked at the Grandfather clock next to the fireplace. 10:10. One hour and fifty minutes till Christmas. Twenty five hours and fifty minutes till the whole holiday was over. Then there would be six more days till the whole year was over. Draco sneered at the clock and looked back at the fireplace.

He had nothing else to do. Most people had gone home for Christmas. Pansy had to attend her third cousin's wedding, Crabbe and Goyle always went home, Blaise's mother was sick, and Theodore hated staying at Hogwarts. Even Potter and Weasley were gone. Normally they stayed here with Granger. But they had gone off and she had stayed.

Draco heard a creaking noise and turned to see Granger walk through the portrait clutching a bag. Her face was bright from the cold and she was grinning from ear to ear. Oblivious to Draco's glare, she set her bag on the ground and threw herself onto a chair that was in front of a wooden table. She unwrapped her scarf from around her neck and setting it down neatly beside her, began pulling things out of the bag.

She pulled out one large book, a box of chocolates, something that seemed to be a deck of cards, and a few other things.

"A bit late for shopping, isn't it?"

Hermione jumped as she heard his voice. She looked at him with a grin and said, "I had things to buy."

Draco rolled his eyes and turned his head back to the fire. Hermione looked at his head and back at her things. Muttering to herself about bad spirit, she carefully placed the presents back in the bag and walked over to the sofa that Draco was sitting on.

She studied him intently for a few seconds until he said, "Display hours are over, Granger." Draco turned to her with a sneer on his face and said, "If you like my face so much, why don't I give you a picture of it for Christmas. That way you can hang it on your wall and stare at it whenever you need to."

Hermione snorted and said, "You're so full of yourself, Malfoy."

"I prefer the term confident," he muttered.

She looked at him then at the fire. "The fire's going to go out soon." Draco ignored her. "You might want to put another log on it." He ignored her once again. Hermione glared at the unresponsive blond in front of her and said, "You know, staring at the fire isn't going to make it any better."

Draco pulled his eyes away from the fire and looked at her. "How do you know that something's bothering me?"

Hermione shrugged and placed her hands in the pockets of her jacket. "I don't."

Draco rolled his eyes and turned back to the crackling fire. It was hard to keep his attention on though as Hermione was still standing next to him and looking at him. "Is there something you want, Granger?"

Hermione's eyes lit up as she admitted, "Actually, now that you mention it, there is."

Draco looked at her with disgust and said, "Oh?"

"Yes, would you mind helping me wrap presents?" Hermione raced back to her shopping bag and brought it over to him. "As you can see, I have at least ten in here and I'd like to finish them before midnight so that they can get to the people before tomorrow."

Draco sneered at her and said, "I have better things to do than wrap silly gifts that people will eventually get tired of and throw away."

Hermione scowled at him and said, "You're not even doing anything right now."

"Go bother someone else, Granger."

Hermione raised an eyebrow and said, "Like who? Professor Snape? That would be wonderful. Oh hello Professor Snape. Would you mind helping me wrap the presents that I bought for Ron, Harry, Ginny, and a few of my other Gryffindor friends? I'm sure he would love that, Malfoy. I'm sure he would also love the fact that it's ten o'clock in the night and I'm wandering about searching for people to help me wrap presents."

Draco snorted and kept staring at the fire.

Hermione jutted her bottom lip out and sighed. "Look Malfoy, I'm asking you nicely."

Draco turned to her and said, "What's in it for me?"

"What's in it for you?" Hermione thought about it for a moment before replying, "Self fulfillment of course. The joy of Christmas Spirit will flow through you and you will have a lovely Christmas tomorrow."

"That's a lame reward," muttered Draco.

"Come on, Malfoy." Hermione resisted the urge to laugh as she said, "Girls really like a man who can wrap presents."

Draco's looked at the Head Girl and smirked. "Do you like it?"

Hermione's eye widened as she replied, "I don't care...it's just more personal when a person wraps it themselves instead of magically wrapping it."

Draco looked into her large brown eyes for a few seconds before grabbing the bag from her. As she squealed with joy, he muttered, "If anyone sees me doing this, I'll say that you forced me to do it."

Hermione didn't reply but pulled out a roll of wrapping paper that was in the bag. She placed one of the presents on the table and she and Draco began the task of wrapping.