I have decided to dedicate this to my awesome cousin who I haven't seen in years but still email. I told her about I Miss You and she read it, and surprisingly didn't hate it. This is for you Amy, Merry Christmas!

Disclaimer:

Me: Fred, you know I own you right, so-

Fred: No you don't

Me: How are you so sure, I totally own you and the rest of the Harry Potter universe MWAAAHAHAHAHA-

Fred: No you don't

Me: looks disappointed, You're right.

Fred: I know, now tell the nice people that will review your story (wink wink nudge nudge)

Me: Fine, I don't own Fred, yet! :)

Fred: Say it!

Me: and I'm not getting any money from this Enjoy! :)

Happy Christmas everyone!

Sort of HPOV

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; That is, except for Hermione Granger, because she was studying for her OWLS. As much as she was told to relax it's Christmas, she continued to study. Nobody knew of the pressure she went through, nobody knew what it felt like to have parents who expect so much. In her first year at Hogwarts, the last thing her mother said to her was, "ace all your magicky tests dear." With that simple comment, Hermione's dreams of leisure, and fun disappeared.

Little did she know, one of her fellow Gryffindors felt the same way, even though he hid it well. Right now that boy was off making trouble, he knew in his heart he should probably study. He wanted to make his mother and, even though he wouldn't admit it, Hermione Granger. When he felt this guilt, the boy would briefly look through his notes until he was distracted by his friends. At this very instant, the boy and his twin were entering the Gryffindor common room. The room where Hermione was currently laying, asleep in his notes.

FPOV

Fred and George Weasley came in whispering about their Christmas prank. Fred ushered his brother forward, but stopped, turning back, when he heard a peculiar noise. With George upstairs, he began to investigate. The sound rang out again, echoing through the silent room. It sort of sounded like muffled screams. Fred froze when he saw the brightest witch of the age screaming in her sleep.

"Mum, I don't want to. I've been studying since March it's Christmas. Mum, STOP. No, let me out let me out." Fred didn't know what to do, it's not everyday you see a girl crying in her sleep. Ginny, growing up with all of his brothers, had never cried. She had toughened up and was used to hurting herself and being teased. Instinctively, he reached out and picked her up, speaking soothing words and stroking her hair. He thought about carrying her up to her dorms, but backtracked, remembering the sliding stair case. After many minutes of sitting there holding the shaking girl, he got a blanket and tucked her in. As he walked up the stairs, he looked over his shoulder at the now peaceful girl, finally admitting to himself just how much he loved her.

The next morning

HPOV

Hermione woke up feeling much more comfortable than she remembered, how did she get to this little piece of heaven? Opening her eyes she saw the common room ceiling, she stretched and saw that someone had tucked her in. On the table beside the couch, she saw all of her books organized neatly, and the essay on the top done. She couldn't possibly have done this, could she? Putting it out of her mind, she decided to go have breakfast.

Sitting at the Gryffindor table, she looked around eyes going automatically to Fred. But of course that didn't mean anything, she was just looking for Harry and Ron, wasn't she? So what if she liked Fred a bit, the feeling would never be returned, it wouldn't hurt to look a little. She allowed her eyes to shift back to him, only to find him staring back at her. When he saw that he was caught he blushed and turned back to his friends conversation.

GPOV

It was weird to see Fred like this, he was usually so confident and happy. The look on his face as he looked at Hermione when he thought that nobody was looking, it was so wistful, and confused. It was obvious to everyone but them that they loved each other. I mean they both stare at each other when they don't think anyone will notice, and blush if anyone does. Now that I think of it, Hermione has been letting us get away with a lot more recently, and Fred has been actually studying. I need to do something about it. I was shaken out of my thoughts as Fred turned and yelled, "are you ready?" It was time for the fun to start.

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