Harry, currently donning his work clothes, along with - at Draco's insistence - his fluffy antlers and a circle of red lipstick on his nose (thank goodness for Sister Mary's make-up supplies), carried two parcels, both wrapped in silver and green paper and addressed to one Draco Malfoy, over to the tree. He was secretly very pleased with the presents within.

Since moving into Draco's room he had not failed to notice that his friend had a tendency to stare longingly at the gold cup with the Badger Motife that had been found with him at the scene of his accident; and Harry, being fonder of his friend that was probably healthy, had decided that the look of delight on Draco's face when he tore away the wrapping would be worth far more than any pleasure he could possibly derive from possessing the artefact himself. The other parcel contained a state of the art mobile phone. It had cost him about two week's wages, but the clerk at the shop had assured him that it was the perfect gift for somebody who gave their occupation as 'Demonic Intern'.

Carefully he set them down at the base of the tree. Making sure that they were as far away from the dubious looking, newspaper-wrapped item inscribed with the words Too Sugarplum, as possible.