Hermione's first Christmas after the war was unexpectedly the best she had ever had. "Ron they don't want to come, so I'm going to give them their space.". "Hermione, they're your parents and if they aren't comfortable spending Christmas with a bunch of wizards and witches you and I can just go to their house.". "It's not just that, they don't want to spend it with me.". Ron took a second to respond, they had been having this fight since November when Mr. and Mrs. Granger said they didn't want to come to The Burrow for Christmas. "'Mione, if they still don't understand what you did was for their protection then let it go until they realize it was so much harder on you then it was on them." She looked away from him, he had never said anything like this in the past variations of this fight. At this point he would usually stalk off for a while. However she felt that he had been wanting to say this for a long time. She suddenly realized she didn't know how to respond so she simply said "But, they're my parents.". He looked at her for a second and realized she had tears in her eyes. He was just about to go over and comfort her or leave; he hadn't decided yet, when his mother walked into the room and said "Sorry dears, I didn't mean to eavesdrop but, I couldn't help it, I must say Hermione that they may be your parents but we are your family. Hold on dear, let me go get something." When she came back, she held out a simply wrapped lump, which Hermione took and opened. Inside was a purple sweater with a simple H on it. "I'm sorry I never gave one to you before, I just didn't think it would mean much to you, but this this year I wanted you to feel like you had a mother.". "Oh Mrs. Weasley it's the best gift I've ever gotten!"