THIS IS KINDA CHEEZY AND WEIRD BUT I HAD THIS IDEA AND THEN I COULDN'T JUST THROW IT AWAY LIKE THAT SO HERE!
"Harry and Hermione dear!" said a woman, bustling over to them, "I'm so glad you decided to spend Christmas at the Burrow!"
Carrying Hedwig's cage with one hand, and a trunk with the other, Harry smiled ruefully, "Frankly, I think my relatives are much happier without my-err, presence."
"Nonsense, Harry!" Mrs. Weasley declared, giving them three a peck on the cheek, "Come in! This week's a bit hectic, with all our Christmas preparations…"
Suddenly, something-two things-pounced on the three, "Finally!" said Fred-or was it George- in Hermione's ear, "We thought you'd never get here! Mum, may we escort our lovely guests to their rooms?"
"…" Ron turned to Hermione and Harry, "Fred and George are never this nice... I bet they're up to no good."
Hermione was jerked out of her flashback as Mrs. Weasley said, "Hermione, dear, take this," she handed Hermione a pile of dirty laundry, "Won't you take this outside and clean it, please? Ronald, you go dress the turkey."
Hermione hefted up the basket and went outside. Pulling out her wand, she was about to cast a cleaning spell when-
"Hermione, oi!" Harry yelled, waving his arms up and down.
Hermione looked up in surprise to see a large flock of chickens scampering towards her. In a flash, Hermione was bowled over by the lot, and laundry flew everywhere.
Ron was inside, stuffing the last spoonful of gravy in the turkey while Ginny nonchalantly tied a sparkly pink bow onto the turkey's neck.
Ron groaned, "GINNY, WHY IN THE NAME OF MERLIN'S PANTS?! I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT!" Ginny looked up with wide innocent eyes. "NOW THE TURKEY LOOKS LIKE IT JUST STEPPED OUT OF MADAME MALKIN'S!"
Ginny shook her head, "Don't be such a spoilsport, Ron. The turkey looks beautiful~don't you, little darling?" she said, cooing at it.
Giving himself a face palm, Ron decided to take a stroll outside to calm himself. Before he could set a foot out of the door, a large crash was heard from the yard.
Harry stared at the chickens as they danced around Hermione with clothing all over their heads.
"Hermione!" Ron appeared beside them, panting, his wand smoking slightly. He surveyed the scene with an exasperated sigh, "If you wanted to dress the turkey with Ginny so badly why didn't you say so?!"
Before Hermione could protest her innocence, a sudden eruption of laughter sounded behind them. Neither of the three were surprised to see Fred and George.
Hermione moaned, "Oh for Merlin pant's sake, it was you two…"
Ron looked surprised, "So in actuality you didn't want to dress the chickens?"
"Of course not!" Harry shook his head and grinned mischievously, "Poor Fred and George, when Mrs. Weasley sees this she'll probably decide to add them to the menu…"
"Aw c'mon, be a good sport!" said the twins with a wink, "Merry Christmas!"
