Hermione didn't think it was as fantastic as all of that, but the fact that he seemed to like it, that he didn't look disappointed, made her grin for some reason literally from ear to ear, and she was sitting far closer to him than she would have if she hadn't been so happy. It couldn't all be the potion, could it.
"It isn't a real present, but it will be. Then." When the bastard hit the ground, she giggled again at the description - but, somehow, that didn't seem so impossible right now.