A/N: I'd been meaning to write a fic about Hermione's first Weasley Jumper for a while and as someone requested it I decided now was the time. So... here it is!
Disclaimer: Obviously Harry Potter isn't mine.
Set after Deathly Hallows, before my fic: Mrs Weasley's Clock
A Weasley Jumper
"I'm sorry." Was the first thing Ron muttered to her when Mrs Weasley had folded the dark blue woollen clump into Hermione's hand, he looked incredibly embarrassed and his ears were glowing red. She looked at him questionably unable to tell what exactly it was she'd been given, but she offered a smile to Mrs Weasley anyway as she bustled off with a sly wink towards Hermione. Slowly, Hermione began to unfold what it was as Ron ran off before he saw her reaction and then, there it was. A large, incredibly oversized, dark blue jumper adorned with a gold H right in the centre of it. Her first Weasley jumper.
Overcome with the sudden urge to giggle, Hermione suppressed her laughter, quickly pulled the jumper over her head, surprised at how comfortable and warm it felt, and sighed. Ever since Harry received his first Weasley jumper in their first year, Hermione had wanted one. Seeing Ron, Harry, Fred, George and Percy all walking around school in their different coloured jumpers that Christmas, sharing in such a tradition, had made her extremely jealous and every year her jealousy only increased.
Hermione had never understood how the siblings could moan every year when they would open their squishy, badly wrapped jumpers, even Ginny had grumbled on occasions, but she'd always suspected that they secretly loved them, (otherwise why would they continue to wear them?). Harry had never really complained about them much and Fleur didn't seem to mind when she got hers a few weeks before, she had every right to complain about her misshapen one but she knew that it was the first time Mrs Weasley had tried to make a maternity jumper and seemed to appreciate the warmth of it nonetheless. Hermione decided it must be something only truly appreciated by an outsider to the Weasley family.
For a while now Hermione had considered it as a sign of welcoming, a sign that Mrs Weasley counted you in as part of the family. Everyone knew Mrs Weasley felt sorry for Harry and slightly responsible for him and therefore she'd counted him as one of her own since meeting him, he was the first none-Weasley to receive a jumper. Hermione suspected Fleur was supposed to receive hers at the wedding as a surprise (she'd come across it hidden in a cupboard one day), but with one thing and another it was never received, then as they announced they were expecting sometime later and a bump began to show, Mrs Weasley had to completely remake it. After her and Ron finally kissed during the battle and their relationship only began to progress after it ended, Hermione thought she might finally receive her jumper, she only hoped it would come soon.
Hermione had not expected it to cause such delight when she would receive it, she'd always held a fondness for them but never thought receiving one would make her so happy. However, Hermione had taken it as a sign that Mrs Weasley approved of her, she was finally good enough to be a Weasley. It was not that she'd ever thought Mrs Weasley disliked her, far from it in fact, but now, Hermione knew she was part of their exclusive family, in a way at least.
"You've no reason to be sorry, Ron." She muttered to herself. It may have seemed like a trivial thing to Ron and the rest of the Weasley's, but to Hermione it had made her day.