"I –" Hermione wasn't sure whether to be offended, oddly complimented, or just hugely, hugely appreciative. She stared down at the voucher again, and temptation tugged at her as she imagined what kind of pampering £500 would pay for. Certainly a lot more than the usual plain trim she got from the cheap wizarding salon down Diagon Alley. "I – thank you, Draco. I appreciate it. It's very...thoughtful." It felt strange to call him by his first name, but he was calling her Hermione, and besides, it seemed a little odd to call someone who'd gifted you £500 by their surname. "I just wish I'd gotten you something...more." Her hand-knitted cap seemed a very poor present indeed, in comparison to his.