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AN: I hope you enjoy this fic! I absolutely ador Romione (Ron x Hermione) and I wanted to do a Christmas themed Fanfic, so here you go! Enjoy! Also, I have two OCs, her name is Rikki Stone and a boy named Dylan Stone, and they will be in this fic. I hope you like them ! Tell me what you think !

~Xx Wilting Rose xX


"Harry! Ron! Hurry up!" Hermione urged from the Gryffindor Common Room. Hermione's parents had invited Ron and Harry to spend a lovely Christmas with them! Knowing her parents, Hermione's mom invited them. Hermione's dad, on the other hand, not so much of an enthusiast of the idea. Two of Hermione's best friends over for Christmas? Splendid! The fact that they are males. Not so much of splendid!

"Alright, alright, 'Moine." Ron muttered as he tramps down the stairs with his trunk. Harry followed his red-headed, blue-eyed friend with his own trunk. Possessing all of his belongs and extra clothes.

"Honestly, 'Mione, you think you could help a slight bit?" Ron teased her. She merely rolled her eyes in a playful manner.

"Well maybe, if you had actually listened to me, you would have packed a day before. Maybe even the night before." Hermione replied. The two boys let their trunks drop to the floor with a loud 'thump'. Hermione looked down at the heavy boxes and said: "Maybe this will help your circumstances." The witch lifted her wand and cast a simple spell that made their load lighter.

"Thanks." Harry and Ron thanked in unison as they attempted to pick up the bags once more, finding the large trunks light as a feather.

"Your welcome," she smiled.

"Let's get going then." Harry said in a delighted tone as he pushed his two best friends towards the portrait hole with their full trunks.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione reached the station in just enough time. On their way down, Ron had wanted a 'small bite to munch on' which really meant 'a large meal that could feed five people'.

As they made their way onto the train, the Golden Trio continuously rubbed their hands together to keep warm. Before they boarded, Hermione was accidentally shoved and she fell forward. Bracing herself for the pain, she felt it never come, instead, Hermione felt someone catch her in strong, warm arms. Gazing to her right, she saw Ronald Weasley giving her his famous lop-sided grin. She couldn't help but blush at his small gesture that made her heart beat ten times faster than normal.

They finally found an empty cart and made themselves comfortable. Hermione sat next to Ron on one side and Harry say across from the two. As Hermione's beautiful brown eyes gazed out the window, they slowly closed and opened in a sleepy manner. She leaned against the back of the seat and slowly nodded off into a peaceful sleep.

Half an hour after she had fallen asleep, Hermione situated herself to sleep in a more comfortable way. She decided, in her sleep, she had become cold and came to the conclusion of snuggling up next to Ron.

Feeling the unexpected movement, Ron froze in his seat. Dead in his tracks. Well, not that he was not walking after all...

A pleasureable, groggy groan from Hermione gave Ron the impression that she was still asleep. The thought of moving her came to the fifth year boy's mind.

'No, there's no reason for me to move her. Besides I'd probably wake her. There's no reason for that nonsense.' He thought to himself. I mean, of course to him this was completely logical.

Instead, Ron slowly and cautiously wrapped an arm around her, and leaned his head against her hair.

Harry had slowly nodded off as well, but he, unlike the other two, awoke an hour later. Deciding that he wasn't going to be able to sleep again, he left the cart and the two best friends soundlessly sleeping in the cart.

Hours on, Harry heard the announcement of the train coming to it's designation. Harry quickly made his way back to the two and they hadn't moved a bit. Trying to wake Ron, he shook him slightly; trying his best to not disturb Hermione.

For Harry, waking Ronald Billius Weasley, was the hardest chore of all chores in the morning! Harry didn't really want to do this, but had come to where deprate times call for desperate measures such as this. With a deep sigh Harry spoke louder and made his voice sound far more urgent than before. "Ron! Ron! A large tarantula is attacking the train!"

As Ron's eyes shot open, he instinctively clutched Hermione in a tighter, protective way. "Where?!" He asked frantically.

"No where, Ron, I just needed you to wake up." Harry stated in a matter-lf-fact voice tone.

"Well then what the bloody hell did you have to say that? Out of all things, you chose tarantulas." Ron said breathing a little harder than normal. He felt the beauty next to him, still in his arms, stirring slightly. A moan escaped her lips as her eyes slowly opened revealing amazing brown orbs.

"What is all the fuss about?" She asked groggily. Hermione rubbed her sleepy eyes, but still rested her head on Ron's chest.

"Nothing too horrid, Hermione," Harry assured her, "the train is almost to the station is all. About," Harry looked down at his watch, "ten minutes maybe?"

Ron and Hermione nodded, and Harry left them for a small while more. Both fifth years looked out the window. It had become dark and the sky was lit with the moon and the shining, glistening stars.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Ron breathed.

Hermione nodded her head and boy her lower lip. Debating in her mind whether Ron had purposely put his hand on hair waist, or if it had merely fallen during the ride. Much to both their dissappoiontment, she stood up, and stretched, departing from his strong, protective embrace.

Ron looked in the opposite direction to hide his obvious disappointment. His cheeks and the tips of his ears started turning a slight pink shade, and spread to his cheeks a little as his heart raced.

Hermione, on the other hand, was doing the same. Her cheeks went aflame slightly more than his did, but her heart started beating just like his; faster.

Ron cleared his throat, "we should probably get ready to leave." He stated.

Hermione nodded in agreement and sat down across from him this time. "I agree."

Harry returned and they all departed, then collected their belongings. Exiting the train with the correct belongings, Mr. and Mrs. Granger greeted them with smiles. Mrs. Granger mostly.

"Hermione!" Her mother called to her daughter. She waved her hands and got the attention of her only daughter and her best friends.

Hermione whipped her head around and smiled, "mum! Daddy!" She called back as they ran to eachother and met in the middle. "I missed you so much!"

"We've missed you too, Darling." Mr. Granger replied embracing his precious gem in a bear hug.

Ron and Harry made their way over to the happy family. Setting their light trunks on the ground with a lighter 'thump' than before; they introduced:

"Hello, I'm Harry. Harry Potter, thank you so much for having us for Christmas this year, Mr. and Mrs. Granger." Harry said politely. He shook both hands and smiled.

"Hi, I'm Ron Weasley," Ron smiled, "thanks a lot for inviting us over this year."

Mr. Granger looked skeptical of Harry and Ron and merely said, "Pleassure. You may only call me 'Mr. Granger'." He instructed bitterly.

Harry and Ron gulped. Hard.

"Daddy, be nice." Hermione pleaded her father. She turned to Harry and Ron with a appologetic expression, as if to say 'I'm so sorry'.

"I am. If I was being mean, one would be walking home." He grumbled as he shot a glare at Ron.

Mrs. Granger broke the awkward silence, "Come on now, everyone, let's go get in the car."

The three teens obeyed immeadiatly, and walked out to the Granger's black van. Hermione began placing trunks in the back. Both boy's tried to help, but she insisted she do it herself. Once the trunks were in the back, Hermione sat in the back with Ron, with Harry sitting in one of the middle seats. Tired as they were, Hermione leaned her head against Ron's shoulder, causing Ron's ears to redden. But he smiled none the less.

As they neared her home, Hermione smiled brighter and brighter, with her white teeth smiling brightly in the gleam of the moon. Ron had a great angle of Hermione's pretty features, the moon hit her just right, and brought out the sparkle in her eyes.

When Mr. Granger pulled into the drive way, Hermione saw her two best Muggle friends, who lived next door! A boy with shaggy, brown, chestnut hair, green eyes, tanned skin, a tall (Ron is still taller), stronger build, and a genuine smile stood with a girl in the driveway of the Granger's house. The girl was shorter than the boy with wavier, ebony, black hair, blue-gray eyes, a good build, tanned skin, and red lips. Both bundled up in winter clothes in the heavy snow.

"Dylan! Rikki!" Hermione squealed.

"Ah, Dylan and Rikki Stone, good to see you both! How are you?" Mr. Granger asked with a smile.

"Splendid, Mr. Granger, how are you?" Rikki inquired Hermione's father.

"Absolutely good, Rikki." Mr. Granger replied with a large smile.

"Great, Sir, and how do you enjoy have Hermione home?" The boy named 'Dylan' asked Hermione's father.

"It feels excellent. But some people make me suspicious." Mr. Granger stated in a matter-of-fact tone of voice as he gestured to Harry and Ron with his eyes.

Harry had just finished showing Ron how to close a Muggle van door, when Ron forgot to move his hand, and the door shut. Not only did Ron's hand get injured, but a rock had been kicked up,by Mr. Granger, and hit Ron on his left temple, causing him to bleed. After they got Ron's hand free they looked over at Hermione.

Dylan smiled a bright smile, and she have him an extra hug. His mind started wondering. 'Who the hell are these guys? Why did she bring them? This is my time with her.' He thought. As Harry and Ron approached, Dylan slipped his arms around Hermione, as if the ebony haired, green eyed boy and his red-headed gray-blue eyed friend were a threat.

"Hey, I'm Harry, Harry Potter." Harry greeted pleasently.

Ron tried to smile genuinely, but with the pain of him ramming his hand in the door, and bleeding from his head, it was a little strained, "Hi, I'm Ron Weasley."

The girl smiled, "I'm Rikki Stone." She folded her arms closer to herself as if to warm herself against the cold winter. "Nice to meet you."

Seeing his predicament, Hermione rushed over to Ron, and gently held his hand in her own, while simultaneously using the other to wipe away blood. A very red line was through his flesh horizontally, and starting to swell. The crimson blood still trickled down to Ron's cheek from the rock. She looked up at him in dismay, then looked back at the hand, and left on his temples and cheeks. "Oh my god, Ron." She whispered, "what did you do?"

"Well," Ron started with a small gasp as Hermione dragged her small delicate fingers across the reddened flesh. "Harry was showing me how to-"

"Hello, I'm Dylan, Hermione's good, special friend." Dylan interrupted and returned to Hermione's side, and securing his arm around her small waist.

"Dylan, you make it sound like we're going out together." Hermione said with a slight laugh as she stepped away from Dylan enough to where she was out of arm reach. "We're just very good friends."

Shaking the thought of Hermione dating him, Ron shook his head, "Happy, early, Christmas." Ron said trying to be polite.

"Same to you." Dylan replied and nearly sneered.

"C'mon, everyone, it's could out. We don't want you catching colds before Christmas!" Mrs. Granger called.

All five teens trudged inside for dinner. The house was very warm, compared to the outdoors, and all. Rikki elbowed her brother when she caught him shooting glares at Ron.

Once, she nailed him decently hard in the arm, "ouch, Rik, what the hell was that for?" He asked rubbing his arm from her elbow hitting him.

"Would you quit glaring at Ron?" Rikki pleaded. She had seen how her brother didn't approve of the two new boys, she knew he saw them as competition for Hermione's heart. "You're not making a good impression for Hermione."

"Me? I'm not making the good impression?" Dylan asked in a very defensive tone. "You know they see her all year. I-er-we only get Christmas and summer to spend with her. That's it." Dylan stated.

"Better than no time at all, Dyl." Rikki said with a roll of her eyes, "Besides, you're just jealous." She said as they sat down. There were enough seats to seat everyone, so no one felt bad or awkward.

Before he answered, Rikki's brother sat right next to Hermione, who was on the end seat, therefore, preventing Ron from sitting with the brilliant witch. Rikki plopped down next to her brother with another roll of her gray-blue eyes.

Dylan leaned over next to his sister, and whispered to where only she could hear him, "no I'm not... I'm just making sure they don't hurt her. Protecting her if you will."

As Ron and Harry sat across from Rikki, Dylan, and Hermione, Dylan sat straight up, and moved his chair slightly closer to Hermione's. Rikki grumbled lightly, and mumbled, "What ever help you sleep at night."

When they had entered the warm, cozy house, Hermione immediately rush to the bathroom to get supplies to tend to Ron's head, but forgetting his hand.

Dinner then started after Hermione had patched up Ron, and all. Soon after dinner, it had gotten late after talking and catching up, and Rikki and Dylan had gone home. Much to Ron's delight; not that Rikki was an issue, she was pretty cool, but her git brother... not so much.


After dinner, Hermione showed Harry and Ron up to their rooms, and got them settled in. In the guest bedroom of Hermione's home, there was a bunk bed. Harry took the top, and Ron took the bottom. Ron had taken the bottom bunk only because he tended to roll more than Harry. Harry's was a twin sized, and Ron's was a full sized bed. It was fine on both sides, and made the most sense to both Ron and Harry. Harry and Ron took out their clothes, extra blankets and pillows, and toothbrushes and toothpastes. Sighing, Ron heard small, light footsteps on the wooden floor outside of the door.

There was soon a slight knock on the door with a voice accompanying it. The voice was Hermione's voice. "May I come in, please?" She asked.

"Of course, 'Mione." Ron replied after a second of silence. Sadly he didn't get to sit with her at dinner. This 'Dylan' guy did.

Hermione slowly entered the room and shut the door quietly. "Mum and Dad just got to sleep. They said we could do as we wish. But get some sleep for tomorrow." Hermione announces to them. Honestly, that was what her mum said. Her dad, however, just grumbled in disagreement.

Ron had just finished taking out his clothes before looking up at Hermione. He took in her sleep wear and gulped. Hermione had on a spaghetti strap tank top and mid-thigh, black shorts.

Both met eyes, and stared at eachother for a little. Beautiful brown melded with brilliant blue, as Ron and Hermione just... stared at the other, with out a single word.

Harry cleared his throat kind of awkwardly, and snapped them out of their gazes at one another. The witch and the wizard both blushed for a slight bit, then turned in Harry's direction. "Er, yeah?" Hermione asked.

Seeing he had grabbed a change of clothes, Hermione assumed his question already. And he asked it.

"Where is the bathroom, Hermione?" Harry inquired.

"Straight down the hall on the second door on your left." Hermione explained.

Harry nodded and said before leaving, "I'll just... go now..."

When the door shut closed after Harry had left, Ron reverted his attention back to Hermione. Her hair had started to curl in longer curls, but he like her hair all the time, no matter how she wore it.

Hermione moved to sit on the foot of the bunk, seeing as Ron sat near the head. "So, is your hand alright?" She asked him.

He smiled that lopsided grin that sent her heart beating a little faster, "yeah, I think. That pain stopped a good bit. It hurts, just not as bad as when you touch it or something like that." Ron tells her truthfully.

"Did you put any ice on it?" Hermione asked.

Ron shook his head. Truth be told, Hermione and her mother had been occupied, and Ron didn't really want to ask Hermione's dad for an ice pack to put on his swollen hand.

"Oh no!" Hermione exclaimed, worry clear in her voice, "Ron, you really should have! There's no telling how horrible it might feel tomorrow." She can and sat next to him, holding his left hand in both her hands like she had earlier this evening. "I'll go get some ice. But you can't sleep on your hand tonight."

Ron nodded as she quickly ran down the halls, and descended the stairs to fetch the ice needed for Ron's hand.

The witch soon returned and handed over the ice pack to Ron. He smiled gratefully, and lightly draped the cool packet on his swollen, red flinched slightly, and gritted his teeth due to the sudden cold.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked as she tried to hide her worried tone in her pretty voice.

"Yeah, I'm alright, 'Mione, no big deal. The cold just made me want to cringe." Ron stated with a famous Ron lop sided grin that Hermione simply couldn't turn down for anything.

Hermione nodded and sighed. She held Ron's ingured hand in her two hands, and dragged her nails along his skin, drawing uneven and random patterns on his fingers and on his palms. "You should have Harry look after you for awhile before you sleep." Hermione advised.

Ron nodded slowly. His head still stung slightly, and he was very tired. But he knew Harry was even more tired than Ron himself. Ron, honestly, didn't want to make Harry stay up late to watch him, so he finally made the decision of asking Hermione to, surely nothing would go wrong.

"Er... Hermione, would you mind watching, Harry is really tired, and I wouldn't want to pry him of any less sleep he's going to get." Ron said to Hermione.

Hermione thought for a moment, while Ron's hands started to sweat in nervousness that she had thought it to be weird. Instead, Hermione smiled sweetly, and replied, "alright, but you don't have to stay up long, an hour should be efficient enough."

Ron nodded his head. This was going to be a good night.


The next morning, Hermione woke to Rikki waking up Hermione. Hermione also found something else strange. Well, two more things strange. One: she was in her family room, and the television was on. Two: she has another mass occupying the couch; it had it's arms wrapped around her waist, with it's chip on the top of her head, and it was breathing calmly. 'It' was Ronald Weasley.

"Hermione!" Rikki whispered a yell.

Groggily, her eyes fluttered open. Ron's, however, remained closed and calm. Turning her gaze to where her name had been spoken, Hermione saw Rikki dressed in a blue, white, and red flannel overcoat, under a thick,fake, leather vest, and a gray zip up hoodie over the flannel overcoat, with a white tank underneath, blue, skinny jeans, a gray beanie, black scarf, and winter boots. "Huh?" Hermione mumbled.

"Get up! Your dad will kill you both!" Rikki warned frantically. Her gray-blue eyes showed her concern. "C'mon, Hermione, get up before Dylan shows up! Get up, and get Ron up as well!"

She nodded, and slowly sat up, still in Ron's embrace. She reached over she shook him lightly, "Ron, wake up." She said.

In return, he groaned and merely gripped Hermione tighter, as if to assure himself she was still there.

Hermione shook him harder and urged him once more, "Ron, come on, get up!"

Rikki went to the kitchen to prepare morning tea, and breakfast. She heard the grumbles of Ron and the voice of Hermione urging him to get his lazy bum up and ready for the day.

Finally, Ron's eyes slowly opened, and he sat up behind Hermione. She had got into a sitting position on the edge of the couch, while her was still laying across the sofa, under the soft red blanket. "Yeah?" He asked her sleepily.

"Quick, you must get up! Mum, Dad, Harry, and Dylan will be down or over any minute. Rikki, what time is it?" Hermione asked.

Rikki looked at the clock over the couch from the kitchen, and replied, "Eight twenty seven." She sipped her tea after she had given Hermione the time.

Hermione's eyes widened, and she urged Ron harder, "Ron, get upstairs, quickly." She ordered.

Ron nodded slowly, and got off the couch, then trudged up the stairs in his sweat pants and t-shirt.

Hermione ran to the bathroom on the main floor, and quickly grabbed the brush and began brushing her tangled, curly, brown hair frantically. "Rikki, run up and get me something to wear, I'll get Harry and Ron up." Hermione ordered after she had made her hair curl in long curls.

Rikki nodded and ascended the stairs to Hermione's room in search for clothes Hermione could quickly pull on.

Meanwhile, Hermione ran up the stairs to wake her best friends. "Harry! Ron!" She yelled in a whisper.

They both groaned, refusing to awaken.

"Please!" Hermione pleaded to the two boys still in bed. She rolled her eyes and walked over to the two and yanked the covers off the two boys, allowing the cold morning air to meet their skin.

"Hermione." Harry said groggily. "It's only eight thirty-five. Why do we have to get up?" Harry inquired.

"My parents want us up. Come on!" Hermione urged both of them. She quickly ran down the hall to her room, to find Rikki getting her shoes out of the closet.

"Will this do?" Rikki asked unsure of what she had chosen. Rikki had jean-leggings, a black skirt, black flats, a red sweater vest over a white long-sleeved blouse, and a red scarf for Hermione to wear.

Hermione smiled, "you know me so well, Rik." Hermione quickly changed into her outfit. As both girls wales out of the room, Hermione stopped at the Harry and Ron's room just before descending the stairs. She slowly and quietly opened the door, and her eyes immeadiatly fell on Ronald Weasley.

Harry and Ron were awake and brushing their teeth. Well, Harry was brushing his teeth, Ron was waiting for his turn to brush his own teeth.

"Oh, good, you're awake!" Hermione said smiling as she walked over to Ron and sat next to him. "Your head okay?" She asked as she started to move strands of red hair to see the cut.

"Honestly, Hermione, I'm okay." Ron insisted with a slight snap in his voice as he turned his head to hide his blush.

Hermione took her hands away, and looked down at his not-so-swollen-anymore hand, "your hand looks much better."

He smiled at her and replied, "yeah, I suppose it does." Ron said in a slightly uneasy manner.

Hermione and Ron felt awkward from the night before. They had fallen asleep while watching a muggle movie, "Disney's Beauty and the Beast". Hermione's pick. Her hand his ingured, left hand out on the arm rest and the ice still on the swollen place.

Both young wizard and young witch had been very tired, and were starting to slowly drift into sleep.

Not thinking anything of it, Ron had suggested they lie down to get more comfortable. When Hermione pointed out where he was going to place his hand, he replied, "I'll just drape it on your waist."

Much too tired to think clearly, Hermione nodded and lied down, with Ron draping the red blanket over the two and then slowly dozing off, only for Hermione to wake up this morning to Rikki urging her to wake up.

Finally facing the other person again, Ron and Hermione blushed deeply at the sight of the other. They had accidientally slept on the couch cuddling. Not that either hated it -both more likely like it- but it was a little awkward.

"Hey, 'Mione." Ron whispered. "I-"

Sadly, Harry always chooses the wrong moment to walk in the room. Ron had closed his mouth shut and pursed his lips together as soon as the door opened. "Hey, Guys," Harry greeted cheerfully.

They smiled, and Hermione alerted Harry of the tea downstairs with Rikki.

"Thanks, Hermione. Er, are you and Ron going to be down soon?" Harry inquired his best friends.

"Yeah, Mate, we'll be down in a second, alright?" Ron said hopefully as Harry slowly reached the door to the room.

Harry nodded and shut the door quietly behind the two Hogwart's Gryffindors.

Hermione then pursed her own lips, and opened her mouth to speak, but closed it as soon as she heard the fimiliar voice of one of her two best friends.

"Hermione! Where are ya?" Dylan called up.

Hermione sighed and stood up, "C'mon, Ron, let's go." She said smiling.