A/N: Hey! Wondering What Breakfast Is here, submitting another story! I know, I know. Badbad me for starting another story before I finish another one! But this popped into my head after talking to PadfootBlack4Ever (Melinda) about an awful Christmas of mine. I have an idea of where this is going, but I'm always ready to take suggestions! Ten days means ten opportunities for your ideas!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, Lavander would have died a "mysterious" death at the hands of Hermione for taking Ron. But she didn't, so apparantly, Harry Potter and all of the characters in it belong to J.K. Rowling. I own the horrible Christmas, but that's it. :D

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December Twenty-second: Day Zero

"Ron, I hate you."

"Love ya too, 'Mione."

How we got locked in Number 12 Grimmauld Place still remains a mystery. But who caused it isn't oh-so mysterious. And who other than Fred, George, Ginny, and Harry. And possibly Sirius. Maybe even Remus. They all knew about how I felt about Ron...

"'Mione, you're muttering angrily to yourself again."

"I CAN MUTTER IF I WANT TO, RONALD WEASLEY!" I shouted at him.

"Okay, 'Mio-"

"IT'S HERMIONE TO YOU!"

"Can you stop shouting?"

"YES! I mean, yes." I blushed at turned away from Ron. I stared at the door at I couldn't unlock. How the heck did they make it that way?! There was no way Fred and George were that smart, unless... Oh god, WHAT DID REMUS DO?!?!

A note slid under the door. It was red and frilly and covered in lipstick kisses. There was absolutety no doubt it was from the Twins. I squinted my eyes at the letter and hoped it would burn and die under my gaze. It didn't. I reluctantly picked it up.

"What's that?" Ron asked innocently. But I have no mercy for the innocent, no matter how cute they are.

"A letter, you ignoramus."

"A what?"

"That explains SO much." I rolled my eyes and Ron still remained confused.

I opened up the note and read it out loud.

"Dearest Hermione and Ronnie-kins-"

"RONNIE-KINS?! Oh they will pay..."

"HOW?! We're locked in a house, you git! Can I continue?"

"Yes..."

I cleared my throat and restarted.

"Dearest Hermione and Ronnie-kins,

The six of us are ever so sorry that you two have to be locked in that horrible house through Christmas and possibly New Years. Though we don't feel so bad knowing it's clean and the two of you are together.

You're not going to be able to get out of the house until one of three things happens:

One- You snog each other senseless.

Two- Ron proposes.

Or number three- Hermione comes home pregnant.

Though we are partial to number three, we wouldn't mind any of those happening. Harry and Remus aren't too happy about that last sentence, but who cares! If it gets you two together, anything goes!

We'll keep a close eye on the house to make sure you have enough food to last you through the ten days. Oops. We didn't mention the time limit. You can get out early, but that's only if you lovebirds act on your feelings! Since it's almost Christmas, we're feeling kind and you'll only be locked in for ten days, from December 23 to January second. George and I thought about making it twenty days, but we think tonight plus the ten days is enough. Maybe.

No one can get in, and no one can get out. Not even by apparating, brilliant Ms. Granger! The Order has agreed to move it's headquarters to the Burrow temporarily, so that's taken care of. Dumbledore and Moody really don't mind it. Well, Dumbledore doesn't. Moody minds everything, but he doesn't mind this as much.

Ginny is yelling at me for rambling, and Sirius' yelling at her for yelling. And Mum is about to end it... Oh Merlin. But I get dinner and a show! We'll send food soon. Maybe...

Love,

Fred, George, Harry, Ginny, Remus, and Sirius

(The most brilliant masterminds the magical world has ever seen.)"

"Wow." was all Ron could get out.

"Hmm... these terms are interesting. Though I like number one and two, I really wouldn't mind number three."

"And that would be...?"

"Me going home pregnant, you idiot."

Ron's face was absolutely priceless. He fainted immediately after I said that. I really would mind if we got out by using Number three, but spending ten days in Number 12

Grimmauld Place is not my ideal Christmas. And spending it with Ron isn't the greatest. But you have to stay optimistic, right?

After about ten seconds of thinking, an idea sprung into my head. A most brilliant idea, at that.

This holiday was going to be the most fun ever.

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"YOU DID WHAT!?!"

"Molly, calm-"

"ARTHUR, DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME TO CALM DOWN WHEN OUR SON AND HIS GIRL-"

"Mum, Hermione isn't his girlfriend. Don't get the wrong idea."

"Ginny..."

"Just saying."

George, Fred, Remus, and I stood by the door, listening to the chaos in the kitchen. Molly's fiery temper was flaring up, but it was hilarious to hear her. It would stay hilarious as long as she didn't catch-

"YOU FOUR! IN HERE! NOW!"

-us.

Fred and George were whispering to each other like first-year girls while Remus maintained a poker face. I, on the other hand, was trying to charm Molly with a winning smile.

"You four, plus Harry and Giny, know something about this, don't you?"

"What do we know about, Molly?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Sirius. You know where my son and his girl-"

"HERMIONE'S NOT HIS GIRLFRIEND!" Ginny shouted.

Mrs. Weasley shot her a death glare and she whimpered and shut up quickly. Harry cringed at the dirty look she sent at him, and Arthur backed out of the room when her burning gaze fell on him. A very angry mother of seven is someone you should never mess with. Take note of that.

"REMUS!"

"Yes, Molly?"

"You know where Ron and Hermione are, don't you?"

"Haven't a slightest clue." He smiled slyly.

She squinted at him, but he didn't break. He stood there with his hands behind his back, smiling an infuriating smile. Molly gave up and turned to me. I shrugged. Then she spun to face two of her sons.

"Mum, we may know-"

"-Where Ron and-"

"-Hermione are."

They grinned identically, but Molly's frown deepened.

"Harry dear, Ginny. I suggest you two leave the room right now. And don't come back. Am I clear?"

They both nodded with wide eyes and ran out of the kitchen. Molly went back to facing us, and her eyes showed she was positively steamed. Anyone could see that anyway.

"Where is my baby boy and his friend? What have you four done with them?"

"Molly, I told you before I have no idea." Remus answered.

"I don't know either." I said. "What I do know is that they're a little..."

"Tied up at the moment?" Fred offered.

"You tied them up? I didn't think you were that cruel, Fred!"

"George, I never tied them up. I think it's enough that the two lovebirds are left in that awful house-

"-Alone-"

"-During the holidays-"

"-Unable to get out."

Molly pinched the bridge of her nose, and was deep in thought. But once the words registered, her eyes widened and she grabbed me by the collar.

"Sirius, please don't tell me Ron and Hermione are locked in Number 12 Grimmauld Place! PLEASE!"

"They're not locked in Number 12 Grimmauld Place."

"Now say it like you mean it."

"I am afraid he can't do that, Molly" Remus solemnly said.

She dropped me and ran over to Moony. "Are they really locked in there? Can they get out???"

"I'm not sure. Ask-"

"FRED! GEORGE!"

"Yes, Mum?" They said together.

"What have you DONE!" Mrs. Weasley was on the verge of tears.

"We've done a lot, Mum." Fred smiled.

"We tried pushing Wood off of the Astronomy Tower-"

"-And we gave Alicia a haircut that one year."

"Don't forget the one time we hung Malfoy by his undies off one of the goal posts on the quidditch field!" George laughed.

"That was good..."

"Boys, you know what I mean!"

"Promise you won't get mad if we tell you?"

"I can't-"

"Fine, we won't tell you."

Fred and George made a move toward the door. They watched their mom out of the corners of their eyes. I nudged Remus and I could tell he was thinking the same thing

as me. They were mini Marauders.

"Alright, I promise." Molly reluctantly said.

"Do you want to tell her, or should I?"

"I think both of us should, but everyone behind it should be present."

George dragged Harry and Ginny in and Fred and him took a deep breath.

"Hermione and Ron are locked it Number 12 Grimmauld Place-" They said together.

"-And they can't come out until-" Fred continued.

"-January Second." George ended.

"There are some ways to get them out..." I smirked. The other five followed my lead.

"But Hermione would never agree to it. Ron would never think of it." Ginny giggled.

"Oh, you don't mean..." Molly gasped and covered her mouth.

"Mum, don't worry. Hermione's too good to do that!" George rolled his eyes.

"And she's smart enough to figure out to figure out another way." Fred assured his mom.

"Though her feelings might get in the way..." Remus mused.

"And Ron might not notice them, and hurt them." I crossed my arms and furrowed my brow.

"Ron was always oblivious. Probably wouldn't notice if an elephant was headed straight for him." Harry sighed.

Ginny ran a hand through her hair absent-mindedly. "We can only hope for a miracle at this point."

Fred grinned mischievously. "And isn't Christmas for miracles?"

"True." Mrs. Weasley said. "Now who wants pumpkin pie?"

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I sat in the kitchen by myself for a bit, trying to think of a new plan. The one I had earlier wasn't going to end up very well, if Ron got involved. He'd think I was loony or something. The clock struck eleven and I was still awake. As was Ron. I could hear him coming down the stairs from the one bedroom that remained unlocked. Damn twins. They left no loopholes for me to find. Why couldn't they be a little bit more considerate?

"Hermione, are you okay? Because you don't look..." Ron asked quietly.

"I'll be fine. You can call me 'Mione again. And I'm sorry I snapped at you. It's just that I don't-"

"-Want to be away from everyone at Christmas. At least the feeling's mutual." Ron pulled out a chair and sat across from me, and copied my position. He was slumped over the table with his chin in his hand, mindlessly twirling his red hair. I smiled at him and he smiled back. When he did, the weird feeling in my stomach came back. I hadn't felt that in the longest time. Not since the last time Ron smiled at me. Not since sixth year.

He obviously saw I wasn't real happy. "Hey, 'Mione, I think I'll go upstairs and go to sleep."

"I was just about to go up too." I stood up and walked up the stairs with Ron.

Once we got to the bedroom, both of us quickly realized how awkward this holiday would be. One bathroom, one closet, and one queen bed. Great. First I get stuck here with Ron, now I have to sleep in the same bed with him! Once we get out of here, Fred and George better run for their lives...

Ron slapped his forehead and started muttering about how embarrassing this whole thing could be.

"Aw, Ron. Don't worry! At least we'll get clean clothes and food and we have each other!" Gotta stay optimistic. Gotta stay optimistic.

"Yeah, you're right! And look! They left pajamas for us!" Ron exclaimed.

Ginny must of sent them because they were decent. If Sirius was in charge... I shuddered at the thought.

We took turns changing in the bathroom, and when we both were done, we sat on the edge of the bed thinking for a bit.

"What are we gonna do for ten days?" Ron asked.

"Try to get out, that's what! Possibly have some fun, but I want out!"

"I hear you, but the conditions..."

"Yeah, don't get any ideas, Ronald."

"I'll leave the thinking up to you, then."

"You know what I mean!" I shouted.

We both sighed together. So much for a Merry Christmas.

"Ron, it's nearly midnight, and I'm dead tired. Goodnight."

"'Night, Hermione."

I settled in bed and faced inward, only to find Ron's nose inches away from mine. His eyes were wide, and mine were too.

"I think I'll just..."

"Yeah, that would be good."

I quickly turned away and prayed we would find a way out tomorrow.

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Another A/N: Well, this will be interesting. Hermione and Ron in the same house for ten more days. I pity the poor girl...

Thankee to PadfootBlack4Ever (Melinda) for reminding of my terrible holiday. 2003. My hate for pickles developed. As did my craziness. And my spaztic sleeping habits.

Also thanks to SomedayEngland (Kassandra) for encouraging me to write more Harry Potter fanfics. I probably wouldn't be writing this if she didn't keep writing "To Seperate A Twin". It's very good. I urge anyone who reads this to check that out!

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