AN: By popular demand, here's part 2.

Six months earlier…

It was December, and everyone had gathered at the Burrow to put up the Christmas decorations. This was one thing they always did the muggle way, much to Mr Weasley's delight. The house was full to the brim with Weasleys, Harry, Hermione, and various boyfriends/girlfriends – it was a miracle they all fitted in.

Fred and George had taken charge of decorating, which everyone knew was a bad idea. However, no-one was quite brave (or stupid) enough to challenge the twins, so they remained in charge. Currently, they were wrestling a large Christmas tree through the back door, and had got stuck, unsurprisingly, since the tree was considerably wider than the narrow doorway. Hermione Granger stood watching them, laughing at their futile attempts.

"You know, maybe we should help them, instead of laughing at their pathetic inability to get a tree through a door," mused Charlie Weasley.

"Well, I suppose it would be the right thing to do."

And with that, Charlie stood up, and he and Hermione went to help the twins.

Meanwhile, Harry and Ron were attempting to put up a set of magical Christmas lights, but every time they moved, they became more entangled in the wires. Neither of them had realised that the lights were jinxed to wrap themselves round whoever tried to put them up. Unless, of course, that person was Fred or George.

"Is it always like zis at Christmas?" Fleur Delacour-Weasley asked of Molly.

"This is tame compared to when they were little, Fleur dear. Then, you couldn't move for fear of treading on decorations of some sort. And if you broke something, they'd be so upset."

Fleur surveyed the scene in front of her, and decided that if this was tame, she was glad she hadn't seen the Weasley household when they were children.

While this was happening, Bill, Ginny, Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell had all, wisely, disappeared out of the house. Unbeknownst to everyone else, who thought they were doing their Christmas shopping, they'd gone into muggle London to escape the madness of a wizarding Christmas for a while. Of course, this was a perfect opportunity to pick up some random objects for Mr Weasley's Christmas presents. He didn't really mind what he was given, as long as it was muggle. Last year, the twins had given him a set of pencils, and he thought they were incredible. Ginny thought some felt-tip pens would be a good idea, and Bill found a colouring book to go with them.

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Back in the Burrow, chaos reigned. The tree was now in the house, but still lying on the floor as the ceilings weren't high enough.

"Just cut the bottom part off!" screamed Hermione in pure frustration. "You don't need the roots on it any more!"

Charlie burst out laughing. Trust Fred and George to find a tree with its roots still attached. And the sight of Hermione shouting at them like that was just too funny for words. Both she and the twins had turned bright red – she from anger, and they from embarrassment. She had managed to silence them, though.

Then, there was a loud roar from outside. Everyone rushed to the window, only to see Mr Weasley wielding a chainsaw.

"Don't you worry, I'll have that thing sorted out in no time!"

"No, Mr Weasley, it's alright, we'll sort it…" Hermione pleaded.

When he didn't pay any attention, everyone else looked round at each other, and ran.

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Later, when it was deemed safe to return to the house, Mrs Weasley started hanging sprigs of holly on the walls. Fred and George whispered to each other for a few moments, then started attaching something to the ceiling.

Charlie craned his neck to see just what they were decorating the room with.

"Mistletoe," he declared, shooting an evil glare at the twins.

At that moment, Hermione walked past. The twins started sniggering, and she turned to look at them. They pointed upwards, and nervously, she tilted her head back to see what they were indicating. She and Charlie were standing under the mistletoe together.

"Sorry, Hermione. It is tradition, you know," he whispered, before gently kissing her.

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That night, Charlie couldn't sleep. He sat on his bed, rocking backwards and forwards. He couldn't stop thinking about the kiss he and Hermione had shared. It had been so innocent; why couldn't he get it out of his head?

He groaned, and lay down. It was going to be a long night.

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