The Malfoys were not particularly kind. Obviously, as dark wizards, they spent more of their time hating than loving, and to Draco it seemed like that hatred involved him.

Neglect, you had explained it to him as. He refused to believe it. His parents were present for the most part and they did things for him. But, you had to explain, giving him things doesn’t equate to caring. After all, the Malfoys had an abundance of blood money to waste away on a son they deemed ‘just a way to carry on the bloodline’. Once he was married off to a distant cousin he wouldn’t be their problem after all.

Draco had jumped at the opportunity of spending Christmas at yours. A warm home, laughter, smiles and Christmas cheer was something the boy had never got to experience. His christmases were always spent at boring dinner parties filled with idle chatter and thoughtless, expensive gifts.

Even if Draco was somewhat scared of your dad, he had made an effort to be nice for once- even through the disapproving gaze he often caught himself under.

The Christmas tree glistened with vibrant colours, radiating the familial warmth of the people who had decorated it. The Malfoy Christmas tree was either bare or boring with just the neatly arranged presents Dobby had wrapped. These presents were somewhat messy, imperfect, some of the paper was ripped and some of it didn’t even fully cover the presents.

Draco almost jumped as you sat beside him, a box in your hands with a messily written note taped atop it. ‘𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓸’ it had read in neat handwriting (or at least as neat as you could get it)

“What’s this?” Draco murmured, gently peeling off the wrapping paper to reveal a beautiful pair of snake-themed cuff links. He could have cried— a couple months ago he’d mentioned needing new ones because his were old and boring. These were new, hand picked by you and with his favourite animal. You really paid attention to him. “Thank you..” he murmured, smiling to himself.