Draco shakes the small package, making a faux spectacle about the lack of noise. Smiling shyly, I watch as his talented fingers slip through the loops of the bow, pulling it apart. Though there is plenty of noise and needling going on around us, in this moment all I see is him. Sliding his finger underneath the crease and under the tape, he expertly unwraps the paper. Easing the box open so slow I might actually go crazy. I’m about to fuss when his jaw goes slack.