"Oh...I'm – I'm sorry, Draco," Hermione said helplessly, genuinely sorry for him but lost for words – especially considering she was trying to process the image of the magically-bound Lucius Malfoy swearing over a hot stove just like a Muggle. "That's...not very, er, Christmassy." She thought she sounded like a right idjit, but from the grateful look Malfoy shot her, he seemed to appreciate the thought behind her poor attempt at sympathising.