"A jumper isn't a huge gift," Draco replied with an eye roll. "You did buy me a broom, and this mug of fine chocolate." He was nearly finished with his, getting anxious to get moving, mostly because there was something on his mind now that he couldn't seem to shake.
"I was about four, and the elves had left some tarts out to finish them, so I lit the stove and put them in on high. I was a bit impatient." He shrugged, smiling lightly. He was still a little impatient when it came to things he really wanted.
"Your life has been planned? Try mine, but we aren't talking about that." His hand shifted, long fingers stretching, reaching the other. His fingertips slid over the skin. his eyes shifted, daring, indulging the thought of just a few minutes where they couldn't be seen. "Let's get the biscuits in a take away bag."