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Frosty air stung her cheeks. Spiky snowflakes swirled around and melted as soon as they touched skin.
Hermione wrapped herself in her coat and walked along the crowded streets of Diagon Alley. Brightly lit windows flashed with garlands. Shops were filled with unsteady piles of presents and the most bizarre charms. Wherever she went, she could hear the jingling of festive bells, as if they were calling busy wizards and witches to stop by a shop.
Hermione couldn't help but smile as she remembered coming here with Harry and Ron during Christmas holidays, they had spent all their pocket money on sweets.
As Hermione walked past a tiny bakery, the door opened and Malfoy stepped out. His dark coat and green scarf suited him well. Even after all these years since Hogwarts, he was still a true Slytherin.
"You're late, Granger," he said with a smile.
"I'm never late," she said, "It's you who has a nasty habit of being early."
"Did you choose a gift for me?"
"Huh, You wish."
"Come on Granger, be a good girl and play along."
"And what's in it for me?" she arched her eyebrow in question.
Draco pulled a wrapped package from his pocket.
"I'll give you blueberry cookies, your favourite."
"Accepted." Hermione said, then stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.