Draco chuckled, fingertips brushing her cheek as he returned the chaste kiss. His eyes closed briefly, allowing himself to savor the moment for a split second, and then he opened them with a smile. It was easier than he'd thought it would be, slipping back into what they had been. They didn't fit quite as perfectly like a glove the way they had before, but if they could adjust to make it work, they might be stronger than ever. Salazar, he wanted to believe that was possible.
"I'm glad," he said, eyes on hers. They were a darker grey than usual, a shade that they hadn't been for a while. It wasn't conscious, but it came easily now that things were somewhat simpler between them. Now that he could look at her and think of her as his, even if he was uncertain about how easy it would be to keep it that way. If she was willing to work harder this time, he'd meet her halfway, no matter how hard it got.
He accepted the bag of chocolate, his smile turning into a grin. "My taste in chocolate hasn't changed," he said, amused that some things did remain exactly the same, no matter how small they were. "The dark chocolate would go uneaten for a while if you didn't steal them."
Reaching into his pocket, he held out the small box he'd brought, his present to her. Inside was a silver ring engraved with his family's crest, a ring he'd intended to give her upon graduation, but they'd never lasted that long. It was smaller than a sled, and less obvious than a red ribbon on his head, but still intended to be symbolic in a similar way to the present she'd given him yesterday. He didn't really know how to put any of it into words, but it was a promise, of sorts: a promise that he still wanted her, that as long as she stayed at his side he would be at hers, that he would continue fighting to keep the darkness and pressure in his life from consuming him. A reminder, hopefully, if she ever needed reminding, that it would be much easier to fight it off if she was with him.
It was an optimistic gift, hopefully not too optimistic or presumptuous. He smiled at her. "You don't have to open that now, but open it before you open anything else."
Selfish of him, perhaps, but he hoped that if she saw it first, the rest of her gifts would pale in comparison. Even if it didn't work out quite that way, it felt nice to hope for something again. And not only in regards to the effect of the present.