Mia awoke to the sound of a loud crash, closely followed by a string of swearing. Frowning and rubbing her eyes she sat up.
"What's going on?" Draco was stood, half dressed, infront of his wardrobe, a pile of clothes and hangers lying at his feet.
"Slipped" he mumbled, bending down and trying to pick everything up with one hand. Even though Madam Pomfry had old him just to rest his arm, he seemed very attached to that sling.
Climbing out of bed Mia walked over and helped scoop up the clothes.
"How long are you going to milk this for?" The blonde seemed to think it over for several seconds whilst taking out his school shirt from the pile.
"Oi, I'm really in pain!"
"Yeah, ofcourse you are" the younger girl replied, rolling her eyes. This was probably going to go on for the next few days. Or atleast until he got bored. Shrugging to herself, the raven-haired girl headed off towards the bathroom, though was stopped halfway by Draco's complaining. Raising an eyebrow, she turned around in time to see him attempting to button up his shirt one-handed. Grinning wickedly, she continued to the bathroom. He could struggle alone.
She left the bathroom to the sight f Draco sat on her bed, staring at the twins' box still beside it, his shirt still undone.
"Are you sure you can't just throw that thing out now?" The younger girl scowled, though went to sit beside him, leaning over and buttoning his shirt up for him. She's already managed to get herself dressed whilst in the bathroom, but Draco was still a long way off.
"You're like a toddler, and when I open their present, I'm keeping it" She said, though wasn't sure whether she'd live to regret that later.
Shrugging it off, the blonde batted away her hand that had been hovering over his now done up shirt.
"You better keep this atleast" he said, reaching into his trouser pocket and pulling out a smallish box. It was wrapped in black smooth paper, and a deep green ribbon that seemed to be holding it all together. He handed it to her, and Mia was sure he seemed nervous. Since when did Draco Malfoy get nervous? Smiling encouragingly, she undid the green ribbon and peeled off the paper. It revealed a box, that she hoped didn't have hundreds of more boxes inside it. Glancing sideways, the blonde still looked nervous, and it was starting to rub off onto her.
Slowly opening the box, her breath caught in her throat at the sight of it.
A/N: Ok, it's short and there is a reason for that. I want to know what you think it is, and what you think Fred and George have gotten her. So leave comments in the reviews! Because it's so short, I'll upload the other half of this chapter tomorrow, but I want your guesses! The best ones will have a mention in the second half.