"Absolutely! It's on, sir." He grinned, very pleased with Hermione's gift that truly did double as one for him as well. That lingering smile had begun to make him a little uncomfortable, however, so he was also glad that was over.
And then suddenly, he was watching Ron approach to grab their gifts. Harry had just lost his position as gift hander-outer, alas! but upon receiving his gift, gave his friend a grateful smile.
"Thanks, Ron!" Harry waited just a moment, to see if he and Hermione were supposed to wait before ripping in, but then took his cue and did just that, without much regard for the paper that was all wrinkled and bumpy to begin with, due to the stuff that was wrapped in it.
The first thing he saw was Oliver's face staring at him, which made Harry jump just a little bit, and then break out into another grin when he figured out what it was. After that, he opted to empty out the contents of the makeshift wrapping-paper bag on the floor and to sift through it, piece by piece.
"This is great!" he said finally, lifting his grin to Ron, who had unhelpfully returned to his seat on the sofa. Harry rose, walked over to him and gave him one of those manly one-armed hugs they'd become so good at over the years. "Thanks, mate!"
He was back on the floor, sitting cross-legged in front of his loot in a moment. "What'd you get, Hermione?"