Disclaimer; I do not own any of the characters from Harry Potter by J.K Rowling

            Christmas Break at the Burrow

Chapter One; The beginning of an end

            "Welcome Harry dear!" Mrs. Weasley, a small plump red haired woman said as she wrapped her arms around Harry, who had just entered the Burrow followed by Mr. Weasley and Ron.

            "Mum," Ron said as Mrs. Weasley let go of his best friend. "Why doesn't Harry come with me so he can unpack?"
            "Oh alright, alright." She said as Ron lead Harry upstairs and into Ron's room. As usual, there were posters of Ron's favorite Quidditch Teams waving down at Harry.

            "You'll sleep here." Ron pointed to a bed obviously set up for Harry. As Harry set his things down on the bed he noticed the bed sheets were a bit small and the pillow case was a little bigger than usual. Ron frowned and looked at the bed. "Sorry Harry. I sort of made the bed. Not sure if I did such a great job."

            Harry couldn't help but smile until Ron's bedroom door opened and soon walked in a bushy brown haired girl. Harry's other best friend Hermione Granger.

            "Hello Harry!" She said closing the door behind her.

            "Hey Hermione."

            "Looking forward to Christmas this-"she had stopped because she wasn't looking at Harry anymore but instead something else. He followed her gaze and realized that she was looking at Ron's attempt to make a bed.

            "Ron made it." Harry said before she could say anything at all.

            Hermione's gaze was now on Ron. "You could have asked for help. And you tell me I'm horrible at knitting things."

            Ron's faze went the color of his hair. "What? How does making a bed and knitting fit together?"
            "We both tried to make something didn't we? Plus Ron, seriously I could have done better than that."

            "I could knit better than you Hermione!" Ron yelled, his eyes narrowing.

            "Oh really?" Hermione laughed sarcastically. "I bet I could make the beds better than what you could have."

            "Fine. Let's make it a deal." He put out his hand.

            "As long as no help and magic is involved."

            "Fine."

            "Alright then," she shook his hand. "Deal."

            It was now late at night and both Ron and Harry climbed themselves into bed. Harry was grateful that Hermione and Ron had made the deals because now his bed was fixed the right way.

            "Harry," he heard Ron whisper. "Do you think Ginny has any knitting books?"

            Harry turned to face Ron. "I don't know. Hermione does though. Maybe you can get Ginny to sneak you one. Ginny and Hermione are both sharing a room right?"

            Harry could barely see Ron nod because of the darkness that surrounded them in the room. Seeing that it was now quiet Harry rolled on his back and stared up at the ceiling which too had a Quidditch Team poster on it.

            SNAP.

            "Oi! Bloody hell-"

            SNAP.

            Harry quickly sat up and put his glasses on. He noticed there were three people, including Ron, on Ron's own bed.

            "Look George, it seems we have apparated on Ronniekins bed!"

            The two twins laughed.

            "Get off my bloody bed!" Ron yelled trying to push the two off.

            "No fun are we?" George asked as he helped himself and Fred off.

            "I seriously hate it when you two do that." Ron said as the twins kept grinning.

            "Couldn't help it." Fred turned around and noticed Harry. "Hey there Harry."

            "How are you doing?" George asked as he too had realized Harry was watching.

            "How about the two of you apparate back out of my room and let Harry and I sleep?"

            The twins ignored Ron.

            "I'm-um-doing okay." Harry replied to George's question.

            "That's good." Fred.

            "Very good actually." George.

            "Yes that's why we are here." Fred.

            "We have some thing for you Ron." George.

            "What?" Ron asked as George had seemed to pull a book out from his sweater pocket.

            "A 'How-To-Knit' book."
            Harry watched as Ron took the book and George muttered Lumos and the tip of his wand lit.

            Harry soon gout out of his bed and walked over to them.

            "But Hermione said that we can't have help." Ron said as he flipped through the pages.

            "Ron, do you think that would stop us? Plus, this isn't help. You're learning how to knit. I'm sure you don't know how." Fred said.

            "I like the deal. My bed is going to be also soon be made, knocks one more chore off my list." George smirked.

            "BOYS I SAID TO GET TO SLEEP!" Mrs. Weasley's voice echoed as the light on George's wand let out.

            "G'night." Fred said and they both apparated.

            "Harry," Ron said. "This is Hermione's book."

            Harry raised a brow. "How do you know?"

            Ron hesitated and soon dropped pieces of paper on his bed. "Those are personal notes."

            Harry grabbed one and opened it.

            I should tell Harry how I'm feeling. I'm sure he feels the same.

            "They're all about you." Ron said, his voice hurt.

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