Draco sighed with resignation as Fred and George lifted his arms and forced a Weasley jumper over his head. He'd known the day would come when he'd have to put on a Weasley sweater. As he was frog-marched down the stirs, Fred and George gave him some straight talk.
"It's perfectly obvious you've been crushing on Hermione since at least sixth year. You should tell her you like her. What's the worst that could happen? She likes you back, which is why she broke up with Ronald, our dear brother." They got to the bottom of the stairs and pushed Draco towards Hermione.
Hermione beamed at him." You make a very festive ferret, Draco!"
He felt himself blush. "Could I maybe be your festive ferret?"
She blushed back. "Sure."