Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not Harry Potter. Not Guys and Dolls. But I can dream right? Also, for all intents and purposes, iPods were TOTALLY around during Hogwarts. =)

Christmas at the Burrow was always wonderful. Mrs. Weasley made the best food in the world and there was always an overflow of holiday spirit. But this year Hermione spent so much time trying to avoid Fred the holiday spirit was lost on her. After he'd caught her singing in the hall she'd adopted a strict no singing policy. But it was killing her. She was one of those people who music was their drug. She didn't know how much longer she could go without singing. Then she lost it. She woke up early one morning and bundled up against the chill and headed outside while everyone else was still asleep. She made her way out to the field the guys usually played Quidditch on, but it was too cold and too early for anyone to be out. She cranked up the volume on her iPod and the world became her stage.

My time of day is the dark time

A couple of deals before dawn

When the street belongs to the cop

And the janitor with the mop

And the grocery clerks are all gone.

Fred was restless. He never slept well around the holidays for whatever reason. He knew his twin would still be asleep. Hell everyone would still be asleep. He sighed and quietly got dressed and headed to the Quidditch field to think. He generally went there when he couldn't sleep no matter what time of the day it was. He got closer to the field when he heard her. He grinned and quickened his pace and reached the field and watched her.

When the smell of the rain-washed pavement

Comes up clean, and fresh, and cold

And the streetlamp light

Fills the gutter with gold

Hermione spread her arms wide and turned towards the rising sun. This really was her time of day.

That's my time of day

My time of day

And you're the only doll I've ever wanted to share it with me.

She finished the song and stood, a little out of breath for a moment as she felt the rush she always got after singing. Then she heard clapping again. She turned to run.

"Hermione wait." There was something in his voice that made her stop and look at him. "Look I don't know why you run from this. You have an amazing voice. No I'm serious!" He said when she rolled her eyes at him.

"Like you would know?" she snapped back at him. She looked at him as he shook his head.

"I know a good voice when I hear on 'Mione. Even if I'm not a music kid." She looked him over for a moment then sighed.

"No one's supposed to know I sing." Fred opened his mouth but she cut him off. "I don't want to talk about it. It's what it is. But now you know. Just don't tell anyone okay?"

"Cross my heart." They stood there for a moment before Hermione shivered a little bit. "You okay?" Fred asked crossing over to her, wrapping his arm around her.

"Yeah, just a little cold. Probably should've put on that extra layer. But then I would feel like a marshmallow." He laughed a little and a smile played at Hermione's lips.

"So...you wanna tell me about your show tunes?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No." She slipped out of his grip and walked away.

"Pretty please?" Fred caught up to her and spun her to face him. She smiled a little at his over exaggerated pout.

"Not now."

"When?"

"Maybe I'll relent if you ask really nicely. Now come on! We're gonna miss breakfast. Race you." She said with a wink and took off. Fred stood still for a moment then took of after her.

"What am I gonna do with her?" he asked himself as he watched her disappear into the burrow.

A/N: Sorry these are all so short. I'll see if I can't make them longer. Read and review and you'll be my favorite.