"I want a tree."
"Fine," Draco replied. Without even looking up from his newspaper, he flicked his wand and a great fir tree spurted forth in the corner. "There."
"No, I want a real tree. One we have to go cut down and tie to the top of our car."
Draco made a face. "You mean . . . like Muggles?"
"Yes, like Muggles. Come on, it'll be fun!"
"And what exactly do you plan on dragging it home with?" Draco asked. "We're missing this whole car thing you mentioned."
"So we rent one."
"Look, I'm all for frivolous spending, but pay money to swing an axe and freeze to death? Yeah, no thanks." Draco hid behind his newspaper. "If you really want, I'll decorate the tree like a Muggle but that's it."
"Draco, come on," Harry whined. "I never got to do any of this stuff when I was a kid. The Dursleys took Dudley but they always left me behind."
With a heavy sigh, Draco put down his newspaper once more.
"You aren't the only one that had a terrible home life as a child, you know."
"Yet somehow, that card always works with you."
"Indeed it does . . . Go on then, grab your jacket."
Harry grinned.