The book, right. Harry turned back to the tree to grab the gifts he had gotten for the both of them and handed them over to Ron and Hermione before retrieving the book for himself. Because he, like Ron, assumed it was a book. All signs pointed to 'it's a book, Harry. Don't get too excited'.
Harry unwrapped his books as he reconsidered what he had gotten his friends. A beret and a first edition (and therefore French), autographed copy of Madame Bovary for Hermione, and a wand holster (with adjustable straps) along with some pain au chocolat for Ron. It seemed rather ridiculous, in comparison with what he'd received. He'd have to make it up to them on their birthdays. Maybe get them something on the side, something the other didn't know about.
Maybe just some privacy.
Right, his gift. Harry hadn't notice the smile slip off his face, but he was quite serious as he unwrapped his book.
"War and Peace! Great! Thanks, Hermione." He offered her a smile and then showed Ron the cover. "Not Quidditch and this doesn't have pictures." But still, Harry opened it.
A dagger, burn paste, a bezoar... "Oh wow, Hermione! That's great!" he said again. "This is great. Thank you."