A/N: This is just a little Christmas oneshot from a headcanon I saw on tumblr. Takes place between the third and fourth book.
It was a rare time at the Burrow when all the Weasleys were home. It was Christmas, and everyone knew what they were going to get. Their infamous jumpers. They were at the dinner table, and Molly handed each of her children, including Harry their jumpers, and everyone went to change into them.
Ginny unwrapped hers, and she realized that something wasn't right when she put it on. Of course it had the 'G' in the middle of it. That wasn't the problem. The problem was the jumper was about twice her size, and looked like she was wearing a dress. 'It's George's jumper', she thought to herself.
This wasn't the first time it happened, and she was sure it wasn't going to be the last. So, she made her way to the twins' room, and knocked on the door. "Come in," Fred said, and she opened the door.
"That jumper's a bit big on you, eh Gin?" George said, obviously poking fun at her.
And as predicted, George had gotten her jumper.
"Nice bellybutton," She retorted, while pointing at his stomach.
The jumper George was wearing, looked like a crappy crop top on him. "We're not switching. This jumper looks way better on me anyway," He stated, while looking at himself in the mirror.
Ginny agreed to just roll with it. After all, it was the presents they received. It didn't matter if their jumpers were switched.
They went downstairs, and everyone snickered at the sight of the two. "George, I think you got the wrong jumper," Ron said.
"No, we got the right ones," Ginny explained, with a big grin on her face.
Molly came over and looked at the two. "George, give Ginny her jumper," She ordered.
"Nah, I quite like this one, actually. It shows off my figure," He mentioned.
"Just as long as you don't stretch it out, then we don't have a problem," She declared, and the two spent the whole night like nothing was wrong.
A/N: I know it's crappy and short, and I hope everyone has a happy holidays!