"Oh my god." She stared at the slip of paper she'd pulled out of the envelope, eyes wide. A voucher to a Muggle hairdresser. "Oh my god. Malfoy!" She stared up at him as he stared bemusedly down at the knitted cap she'd made him, which was barely misshapen at all, and a very nice Slytherin green. "Oh my god, Malfoy, this says "a – a – a pampering experience valued at five hundred pounds." He blinked at her and shifted uncertainly on his feet, hand crumpling nervously around the knitted cap.