HP: She married Malfoy after becoming an exchange student.

"This is barely adequate; the guest rooms at Malfoy Manor all have Snow Lion leather carpets!"

Elias listened quietly

"However..." Unexpectedly, after praising the luxury of his family's manor, the young master quickly changed his tune: "Your velvet is not bad, barely good enough for me!"

Elias smiled, not catching Draco's slight smirk: "Alright, I'll change it to a snow lion skin for you tomorrow. Put your things away and get some rest. There's a copy of 'The Quidditch Manual' on the table with my annotations; take a look if you're interested."

Looking into Draco's bright eyes, he added, "I'll take you to see the moon deer tomorrow."

"Only a ghost would be interested in your annotations, you narcissist! Come on, I need to pack my bags!" Draco pushed Elias towards the door, seemingly impatient. He would never admit that he was smitten by Elias's comments about the moon deer! Never!

"Good night!" With that greeting, the door closed in front of Elias, and Draco's platinum-gold head disappeared behind it.

Elias looked at the closed door, a soft chuckle escaped his throat, and he shook his head and left.

Draco pressed his face against the door, letting out a long sigh of relief only after hearing Elias's footsteps fade into the distance.

The warmth of Christmas seeped in through the crack in the door, mingling with the crackling of the fireplace in the distance, bringing more comfort than any spell.

He said he was going to sleep, but he hadn't finished unpacking yet—how could that be allowed! Draco walked around the room a few times, and after getting familiar with it, he started rummaging through his luggage.

The platinum-gold figure was like a golden thief soaring through the air, spinning incessantly.

at last,

Draco folded the last shirt and put it in the closet, then collapsed onto the floor, utterly exhausted. But looking up at the neatly arranged clothes in the closet, a sense of pride welled up inside him.

Draco paused as his gaze swept over the thick robe Elias had prepared for him, then reached out and touched the dark green fabric. It was embroidered with subtle, dark patterns, looked very form-fitting, and was surprisingly light, lacking the weight one would expect from thick clothing.

"Um?"

The young master's brows furrowed in confusion.

He observed for a while before noticing the warmth-keeping spell sewn inside the robe. "As expected of the oldest pure-blood family, their use of spells is so skillful."

Draco was genuinely shocked.

British nobles were actually more accustomed to applying thermal spells to the outside of their clothing. While the effect was the same, it was nowhere near as discreet and aesthetically pleasing as the Reinhardt style. After sitting there slightly shocked for a moment, Draco couldn't help but feel smug—this incredibly capable heir to the Reinhardt family was his good friend! Hehehe!

After he'd had his fill of smugness, Draco finally remembered that he was sitting rather inelegantly on the ground! The ground!!! How could that be allowed!

He quickly stood up, and as he turned around, his robe nearly knocked over the hand warmer by the bedside. He reached out and grabbed it; the silver casing was just the right temperature. He simply picked it up with one hand and put it in his pocket, then walked to the window and lifted the gauze curtain.

The snow was still falling, covering the manor's courtyard in white. In the distance, the pine branches bent over, and the icicles hanging from them looked like shattered diamonds in the moonlight.

Draco gazed at the snowscape for a while, then turned and slammed the curtains shut before heading to the bathroom. After a long, intense shower, he finally went to bed.

The bedding smelled of sunshine mixed with a faint scent of pine needles, probably because Shan Shan had specially dried it by the fireplace.

Draco tucked the hand warmer into the covers and had barely lain down when he heard the crackling of the fireplace downstairs, and faintly heard Elias and Gilgamesh talking, as if they were discussing tomorrow's breakfast. Draco turned over and stared at the carvings on the ceiling.

That Xuexiao who only sings the school song is really interesting. Yesterday, he even stood on the windowsill and spread his tail feathers at his mother's peacock, which made the peacock so angry that it flapped its wings.

As I was thinking, the image of Elias receiving the bookmark suddenly popped into my mind—the focused caress of his fingertips on the velvet box, the sudden light in his eyes when he opened it, and his words, brimming with undisguised joy: "I mentioned it once in the letter, and you actually remembered it."

Draco felt a warmth in his chest, as if a group of unseen little people were dancing. Almost instinctively, he shrank deeper into the blankets, burying half his face in the soft bedding, his platinum blonde hair standing on end, lively and adorable.

The crisp scent of pine needles mixed with the warm fragrance of sunshine filled their nostrils, like the smell of snowflakes falling on their shoulders as Elias pulled him toward the main building.

He closed his eyes tightly, pretending that the blanket was too thick and he felt stuffy, but he couldn't help but recall the action of carefully putting the silver bookmark into the inner pocket. The heat behind his ears crept up his neck and down to his cheeks, making his breathing a little erratic.

The sound of snow falling outside the window gradually subsided, and the warmth of the hand warmer seeped through the fleece fabric into the bedding, driving away the chill.

Draco burrowed deeper under the covers, his nose brushing against the fragrant fabric. Perhaps because Gilgamesh had just washed, the scent was much stronger than the lavender commonly used at Malfoy Manor.

"Tomorrow... I'll have Elias change him tomorrow..." Draco mumbled, his forehead resting on the pillow.

He yawned, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and his last bit of consciousness lingered on Elias's tone when he said "I like it very much," like pumpkin juice coated with honey, sweet just right.

He fell asleep...