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A/N: This was written for the Christmas Collection Competition. All stories will have the Fremione pairing. This story used prompts 2. Scrooge and 33. Blustery Winds. Not all drabbles/one shots will take place at Christmas or even in December.


Little Moments

Hermione huffed in frustration. Each and every place she went had Christmas music playing. Muggle stores, Diagon Alley. There were decorations everywhere. Some places had started putting the decorations out before Halloween! Why did Christmas have to start earlier every year? Why couldn't everyone wait until December 1?

She was stalking down the street, the blustery winds making her walk with her head down. Her hair was blowing all around her face.

She went into the Leaky Cauldron, where she was meeting Fred for lunch. She wandered around until she found an empty table. The cold and wind had driven everyone inside to get warm. Hermione gave her drink order to a flustered looking Hannah Abbott.

Fred walked up to the table just as Hannah was giving Hermione her drink. He gave his drink order to Hannah and sat across the table from Hermione.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "You look like that guy in that Muggle movie you made me watch last year. What was his name? Stooge or something."

"Scrooge," Hermione said. "I kind of feel like him right now. It's only November and Christmas is everywhere."

"I thought you loved Christmas," said Fred.

"I do, but not in November or October." Hermione fell silent as Hannah brought Fred's drink and they gave her their lunch orders.

"Okay," said Fred. "Here's what we'll do. George and I haven't started decorating the shop, yet. We'll put up a sign telling everyone that we won't decorate until—," he paused to think.

"December 1," said Hermione.

"Perfect. December 1. Because we only believe in celebrating one holiday at a time."

"No," said Hermione. "Say it's because Christmas is in December, not November."

Fred grabbed Hermione's hand and kissed her palm. "What would I do without you, love?"

Hermione smiled at him. "You'd probably be having lunch with your brother or some gorgeous eligible witch."

"Probably," he agreed.

Hermione laughed. "And you'd be absolutely miserable."

"Definitely," he said.

They started to lean toward each other across the table when they heard somebody say, "Aww." They looked up to see Hannah holding a tray with their lunch on it.

"Sorry," she said. "I just love to catch customers in little moments like this."