Disclaimer: All characters belong to the wonderful Ms. JK Rowling. The plot probably belongs to someone else too, so I won't be claiming that.

Summary: Drabble- Viktor hates wrapping Christmas presents the muggle way, Hermione doesn't seem to care though.

"No magic, Viktor! Wrapping the present is the most important part," Hermione protested as Viktor pointed his wand at the mangled looking package.

"But how vill she knov," Viktor sighed, tossing his wand on the floor in defeat.

"She just knows! My mother has a sixth sense about these things. Gift wrapping is a big to do at our house for Christmas. It always has been." Hermione said sitting next to a frustrating looking Viktor, surrounded by wrapping paper of all varieties. "Here… I'll help you."

"Fine," Viktor puffed, placing the square box on the outstretched red and green wrapping paper.

"Now start with that corner…"

Fifteen minutes later and two very failed attempts on wrapping the square box containing chocolate covered cherries, Viktor stood up angrily. "Vhy! Vhy vould anyone care about the vrapping! It's just going to be ripped off!"

"Oh Viktor! Quit being a baby and give me your finger," Hermione huffed, straightening a bright colored gold ribbon.

After the bow set perfectly on the package, Hermione admired the package. "Now Viktor was that so hard?"

A grunt was returned. "Well look at it this way Viktor… one down and the entire guest room closet to go!" Hermione chirped, laughing as Viktor opened his last bottle of Fire Whiskey and chugged a good quantity.