You didn’t expect Hermione Granger to give you a gift. She was brilliant, thoughtful… but rarely impulsive. So when she handed you a small, neatly wrapped box one afternoon in the library, your curiosity instantly spiked.

“For you,” she said, a small, mischievous smile tugging at her lips. “I found this in the Room of Requirement. Thought it might… brighten your day.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Uh… thanks. But what is it?”

She shrugged, eyes twinkling. “Open it and see. Just… be careful.”

You tore the paper, revealing a small, intricate figurine of a dragon—about the size of your palm, carved from wood and encrusted with tiny sparkling runes.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered.

Hermione nodded, leaning closer. “It’s magical. It’s… well, unpredictable. But I thought you’d enjoy experimenting with it.”

“Unpredictable?” you repeated, giving it a cautious shake.

Hermione smirked. “Exactly. That’s why I thought of you.”

The moment you placed the dragon on the table, it blinked—yes, blinked—and let out a tiny roar. Then, suddenly, it grew… just a little. Sparks shot from its eyes, bouncing off the walls.

“Oh—uh—Hermione!” you squeaked.

She laughed, covering her mouth. “I did warn you! It’s a chaos-dragon. Small… but mischievous. It only reacts to your emotions.”

You frowned. “My emotions?!”

The dragon chirped, skittering across the table. You tried to catch it—and knocked over a vial of ink. Black liquid splattered everywhere. The dragon squeaked happily, hopping into your lap and sending another cascade of sparks flying.

Hermione couldn’t stop laughing. “See? I told you it would be fun! Don’t worry, it won’t hurt you… much.”

You spent the next half hour trying to calm the little chaos-dragon, following Hermione’s instructions. Each time it sensed fear or frustration, it flared up with colorful sparks, knocking over quills, parchment, and a stack of textbooks.

Hermione leaned against the table, watching you with a mix of amusement and admiration. “You’re handling this… surprisingly well. Most people scream and run.”

You groaned, wiping soot off your robes. “I think I’m failing spectacularly.”

“No,” she said, stepping closer. “You’re learning. And I love that you’re actually trying. That’s… impressive.”

You looked at her, heart thumping. “You… gave me this chaos on purpose?”

Hermione’s eyes twinkled. “Maybe. I thought it would be… a fun way to see your problem-solving skills. And maybe… get a reaction.”