Day 7:

Draco awoke to the sound of banging beneath his bed. He frowned and knelt down with his wand drawn in case the package turned out to be something that might harm him. He found a small wooden box with a rusty lock. He prodded at it for a moment before giving up. He groaned, significantly annoyed with the fact that he was going to feel dirty now whether he showered or not. "For fuck's sake." He growled before blasting the lock away. If only he could teach his gifter the importance of cleanliness. He rolled his eyes. Upon opening the lid however, he was startled to find miniature Slytherin and Gryffindor teams, attempting to make goals on a tiny pitch that JUST fit inside the box. A tiny Draco and Harry were glaring at each other, antagonizing each other while searching out the Snitch, which at that moment flew by the bigger Draco's ear. It tickled some. He made a noise and the two figurines looked up and took off around his head. He quickly grabbed the figurines and placed them into the box, conjuring the lock back together and locking up the small pitch once more. A note lay on the floor, obviously fallen from the box. "CAREFUL! These are two miniature sets that can be controlled. To stop their movement, flick your wand and say 'cease'. To start them again, shout "Go Slytherin!" This was made specifically for you. Your other gifts are at the Quidditch pitch.

Santa'

Draco found himself curious. He did the spell on the box, which stopped the noises immediately, although he swore he heard a small 'thump'. He then made his way out into the castle before his friends woke up and wanted to know what he was doing. He closely guarded his eyes in case he walked by any teachers who might want to know what he was up to. He was lucky that he didn't run into any along the way. As he made his way out to the pitch, he noticed a rather large package next to one of the bleachers.

He grabbed hold of the wrapping and ripped open to find a Quidditch set, broom and balls , how he was excited to share these with his friends. Crabbe and Goyle would get a kick out of them. The broom wasn't a bad one either. One of the newest toys out there, Draco had been likely to ask his father for this very one. Now, it appeared, he didn't have to. He found himself smiling and wondered how significant it was to his gifter for him to see his excitement. He'd have to set up a game with his friends later, which if his gifter knew him, they should have been expecting. He had a plan that he needed to accomplish first though. And it required the help of a Hufflepuff.

Draco made his way past the Hufflepuff area when he spotted one who was looking frazzled, perhaps even late for class. Draco wasn't scheduled for any today, so he knew he didn't need to worry. He walked past, grabbing her hair as he did, and brought her to her knees. She screamed and looked at him. "What in Salazar's fuck?!" She asked, growling.

"Oh, I need a plaything for tonight. Interested?" He asked, putting on the most pompous Malfoy grin he could. She glared at him and shook her head, releasing his grip as she pulled away. In doing so, she'd accomplished what he needed. "Like hell I would Malfoy. Go to hell!"

"Been there, done that." He yawned. "Should have known you were too weak for me." He quickly put his hands into his bag, dropping some hairs he'd collected. He turned to walk away, leaving the girl fuming and crying to her housemates.

Draco made his way down the hall, pompous in his own way. Students watched him and he knew he'd been caught. Ah well, so long as he could get out of sight now, he was safe. He'd be gone the next couple of hours.

Harry frowned when he heard what Draco had done to lose house points. He'd been being so well-behaved that Harry had thought he'd changed his ways. Perhaps that was just useless hope he'd gained because he'd hoped to be with him. Harry slumped into the table. Draco hadn't shown up for lunch at all, but word had made it around the school what he'd done.

"Harry?" Hermione asked, catching his forlorn gaze. She placed a hand on his shoulder. "Is she the one you have a crush on? Is that why you look so sad?"

Harry looked up, confused to the question, until he caught the meaning. Hermione thought he had a crush on the 5th year Hufflepuff. That's why she thought the news made him sad. He decided to bite his lip and nod. Anything to keep her from finding out the true reason. He looked over at the girl and did feel bad for her, but even looking at her, he could not feel even close to how he felt for the Slytherin, even now, knowing that Draco was still the bad boy everyone saw him as.

"She's ok Harry." Hermione said and ran a hand across his shoulder. "But I can go comfort her if you'd like?"

Harry shrugged. He didn't care if Hermione did or not, but if it made her feel better, why not? He nodded. "That would probably be good."

Hermione nodded. "I will do so after class."

Harry made his way to his next class. Hermione and Ron looked at each other nervously when they walked into the classroom, because stacked on Harry's normal desk was some Weasley Wizarding Wheezes. Harry walked over and gasped, noting the variety. There was a love potion, a broomstick kit (that could come in handy), sunny spells, smart answer quill, some bruise removal paste, a snowstorm, and extendable ears. Who went to that much trouble to sneak those into a classroom that McGonnagal could have walked in on? Harry quickly filled his bag with the stuff and sat down, blushing from ear to ear. He didn't want to get in trouble, but he liked the options. In fact, aside from the love potion, he could easily use all of them.

Class started shortly after, the Ravenclaw's more than prepared for today's lesson, which had Harry's mind on class instead of the gifts, but once class was done, he looked through the gifts to find what he knew had to be included. A note describing the gifts. No one in their right mind would gift this stuff and the hope you used them for god-knows-what purposes. He found it, connected to the extendable ear. 'To hear the sounds of the forest you love so well.' It said. On the back,

'Since Weasleys are of 7

and they seem to bring you heaven,

A little taste of home

So you never feel alone.'

Harry gasped and felt tears welling in his eyes. So the gift was not about the wheezes at all, but of what they represented to him. A family. A home. A place of belonging that he'd only ever had once he met Ron. He smiled at the thought. Little did he know that watching from behind his cohorts, Draco had his eyes on the green-eyed boys reaction. He found himself feeling peace, despite being cornered by his friends. "How could you, Draco! You lost us points!" Pansy spat.

"Yeah, what did you think you were doing, propositioning that Hufflepuff brat. We know you have better taste than that!" Goyle countered.

Draco shrugged. "Desperate for attention I guess." Was the only response he had. Pansy growled and looked ready to attack him, but Blaise held her back.

"Was it worth it?"He asked.

Thinking of the smile Harry'd had before walking back to his dorms, Draco tilted his head and shrugged. "I think so."

"Then we'll leave it." Blaise said, looking at Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy. "Let Draco have his fun. It's not like he can gift anyone right now, so if he's looking for a bit of fun, let him have it."

Pansy rolled her eyes. "Only you would have his back Blaise."

"Yeah, that's because that is what real friends do Pans." He said, pulling her close and kissing her cheek. "Leave him be."

"Fine." She acceded and rolled her eyes, walking away. Crabbe looked annoyed, but defeated. "Fine, but no more propositioning Hufflepuffs. It doesn't suit you Draco."

"No, it really doesn't." Draco agreed. "I promise. No more." And he meant it. As fun as it had been stealing polyjuice potion from Snape and getting the girl's hair, he'd not enjoyed the consequences it had as much as he thought he would. Who knew it would make his housemates think he liked a Hufflepuff. He shivered. He'd have to be more careful in his future gifts. But to him, today had been worth it. He'd still be able to get them to go flying later. He just hoped his gifter would find some way to watch.

Harry held his cloak around him as he made his way into the stands. He knew it was ridiculous, still caring about someone who would do that to another. It just proved that Draco was who he worried he was. Harry sighed and watched as Draco flew above the stands, enjoying the twists and turns of his new broom. As he watched Draco's face and the amusement on his face, he found himself falling for the other all over again. Draco had a childishness to him that Harry wanted to get to know. And his friends were enjoying the same as Harry. Pansy kept picking on Draco, which as soon as he was sure no one was watching, stuck his tongue out at her and promised he'd get her back.

"Looking forward to it Drakey!" She said and rolled her eyes. What she didn't catch was that Draco was already on her tail and had Blaise beside him. He grabbed her broom, causing her to lurch forward. Harry gasped, but realized why Draco had Blaise beside him. Blaise caught her and brought the two of them down to the ground, kissing her. She looked pissed at Draco, but the touch of Blaise calmed her instantly. It was obvious the two were meant for each other. And Draco knew that too.

"Dick move, Drake!" She said, but nuzzled into her man as they landed. He nibbled on her ear and said something that Harry couldn't hear. Draco rolled his eyes. "Like I said Pans, I always get my way."

Pansy rolled her eyes. "We'll see about that. How's your gifting yourself going?"

"Very well." Draco said with a laugh. "But apparently I didn't need to worry about that since my gifter seems to be well off. They got me quite a few good things. He twirled the ring on his finger and looked at it with glowing eyes. Still, until I know which Slytherin it is, I must keep myself composed. And even then, I'll need to make sure my father approves."

Pansy nodded. Harry, however, felt as if he was punched in the stomach. He made his way off the Quidditch pitch and towards the the school. He found himself deep in thought. Did Draco think that only a Slytherin would be worthy of him? And if so, he would be sorely disappointed in who he had as his gifter. So, Harry decided, if it was all about house pride, he knew what to gift Draco, so that even if he was very disappointed in the reveal, he might still enjoy the event. Because to Harry, while he enjoyed being a Gryffindor, he didn't feel any allegiance to the House, only to the school. Therefor, Hermione might kill him, but he knew what he needed to do.