She arched a brow at him, looking faintly amused. "When isn't it, Draco? We don't exactly exist in simple times." She saw the look on his face and frowned faintly. "You don't have to tell me, of course. But I wish you would."
She shrugged, and evidently deciding that she'd leave it up to him, reached behind herself on the bench and pulled out a slender wrapped package. "This is for you." Her skin pinked slightly, and it wasn't all from the cold. "It's a..." her other hand fluttered faintly. "victory gift. For winning."