Happy New Year!

Got a review yesterday asking if this was abandoned, and here is the proof it isn't! So it's a little after Christmas, but here in Norway we jokingly say Christmas last until Easter! (In other words, I still have time to finish the story). Just have had almost zero inspiration to write, just a bunch of random ideas that have been written down for my other fics.

Thanks for all the follows and faves! And thanks to my reviewers; AliceEnchanted, Alicia, Daniella2cool and LoverShadowGirl.

This story is my priority now, I have resigned myself to only update this until it is done, even if I write on the other ones. If you are wondering how my writing is going pop over to Twitter where I'm under the same username.

Xx


On the Seventh day of Christmas my True Love gave to me


Fred

13th of December 2000

She was stuck.

She had no idea how, but she couldn't move an inch forwards or back. Only slightly to the side, or turn around on the spot. She felt like a stupid twirling ballerina while she tried to get away from the invisible bonds. Why had she left her wand underneath a book in her bedroom? Even an accio wouldn't bring it to her when it was trapped.

Then she heard the giggling.

"Who's there?" Her heart started beating faster in fear. She looked around trying to find out who had done this to her, but no one was there.

When suddenly Fred appeared out of nowhere looking very smug, Hermione couldn't help but hit him in his arm.

"That's not going to get you out of here." he said, looking even more smug.

"Then what is."

"Smart girl like you, should be able to figure it out." He leaned against the arch, waiting patiently for her to realize what kept her trapped.

She looked at him for clues, but that infuriating smirk made her want to punch him again, which wouldn't get her out of there. She would be late for work at this rate.

Even worse, her coffee was getting cold.

Frustrated she tried to think of what magical things that could keep you trapped. The list was a long one, that kept getting longer as she tried to think.

Suddenly it hit her.

Christmas.

"You trapped me under a mistletoe!?" She turned enraged to Fred.

"One of my more genius ideas."

"I will cut you."

"Come now my violent little kitten. If you do that we will be stuck here even longer."

"What!" she was angry, but curious now "How?"

"I modified the spell." he ran his hand through his hair, mussing it up, making Hermione want to kiss him now. She suspected foul play, probably a compulsion charm embedded in the wretched thing.

If she had her wand, she would have set it on fire.

Maybe even set him on fire.

"Kiss me and you can still enjoy your coffee while it's warm."

She looked up at him in surprise, "How do you know I was thinking about my coffee?"

"I know you."

"Creepy." she said.

"Creepy would be knowing the colours of your knickers." Hermione blushed, thinking back to the previous day when George had actually seen them. "But then again, you put on quite the show for George yesterday."

"I did not." she said, but her heart wasn't in it.

"Seems only fair I can kiss you under the mistletoe."

"Well." she conceded, to Fred's delight. He moved closer, and she stepped back, now completely trapped against the other side of the arch then fred had occupied earlier.

"Well?" he purred, moving slower now, like a hungry lion ready to pounce.

"I guess-" she stopped, suddenly a little nervous, even though she had kissed him before. "If it means I get my coffee sooner."

"Good excuse." he nodded, and she was about to protest, but he kissed her, shutting her up.

She could feel his perfect lips against hers. They were fuller, and less chapped, Hermione had that one spot where she always seemed to bite her lip. She felt self conscious about it, and tried to make up for it by controlling the kiss, pushing against Fred's body. He put his hand around her waist, pulling her close, letting her push against him in a different way then she had planned. But an oh so delightful way, she felt herself responding to him. The other hand had wound around her neck, tangling in her curls.

Her hands were busy, one had snuck it's way under his shirt, exploring his muscled chest. The other mimicked Fred's hand, messing up his hair even more.

Their tongues were battling, she was standing on her tiptoes, trying to reach all of him. He pushed her against the wall, stepping between her legs. She felt like she was on fire, and part of her never wanted it to stop, but the other part of her remembered she had work, and she pushed against him.

They were both breathing heavily, their pupils wide, their hair a mess, and very satisfied grins adorning their mouths.

"Work."

"mhm." Fred sneaked another kiss and moved into her kitchen.

After Hermione had shaken herself out of her wicked thoughts, she followed him.

He sat by the counter, with her coffee cup in his hand. She gaped at him.

"That's my coffee!"

"Finders keepers." he teased, and licked against the rim of the cup. Momentarily, she got distracted by the sight, but then that delicious coffee smell wafted against her.

She pouted at him, knowing a struggle would result in a lot of spilt coffee.

"Trade it for a kiss?" He asked, and she nodded, pretending like she was only doing it to appease him. But that tiny lurch, and the butterflies in the pit of her stomach told a different story.

He put down the mug, and sat her on the counter next to it. She had thought this kiss would last shorter, but boy was she wrong.

Teasing and battling for dominance, this kiss was a hotter version of what had happened in the hallway. It was like he was tugging on something primal inside of her, and she had to follow it, even if it lead her out over a cliff. And she felt like she was falling, or flying, that feeling she so dreaded on a broom, that's what it felt like kissing him. Suddenly she wasn't so afraid of flying any more. Soaring while Fred's arms kept her up, she never wanted to land.

When she broke apart at last, she was certain the coffee must now have gotten cold, and she must have been an hour late for work. Cursing her stupidity and Fred's perfect lips and body, she pushed him away a little so she could jump down from the counter.

Surprisingly, Fred had put the cup under a stasis charm, and it was perfect. He left her with a "I fickled with your clock, it's an hour wrong. You're not late for work." and he winked at her.

She had completely forgotten that he hadn't given her any kind of present. Finding she had a little extra time to just enjoy her coffee, she went into her cookie jar, and found it filled with homemade chocolate chip cookies. She smiled, so he had left her a present after all.


At work she had found an entire drawer filled with oatmeal cookies. For the life of her she could not remember if the drawer had been there before, or what it could have been filled with previously.

Didn't mean she was not going to enjoy her cookies though.

She got some biscotti for lunch, which might have been the best biscotti she had ever eaten. She felt extremely spoiled by it, and part of her wondered if Fred was trying to make her as round as Missus Weasley.

But then again, she never really cared for Freud. Fred didn't seem like the type to look for someone like his mother anyway. If he wanted her to be like his mother, he would be in for a sorry surprise when he tried one of her cookies, they resembled Hagrid's more than Molly's.

A cute box was delivered later on by Fluffball, filled to the brim with Macarons. Before flying home, Fluffball stole about half of them.

When she got home she saw a plate of cream wafers waiting for her. She took one up and enjoyed it while she drank her afternoon tea.

Later on a band of merry Gingerbread Men came walking out of her fireplace. Tweety went nuts and destroyed half of them. For about an hour after, Hermione tried to salvage the cookies, while Tweety tried to destroy and eat them.

After dinner she got a plate of Pfeffernussen, reminding her of her father. Every Christmas he would make a huge deal about having Pfeffernussen, because it wasn't Christmas without it. And when her mom finally relented and gave it to him, he ate one and was done with it.

Thinking about it made her melancholy. As she sat there staring at the Pfeffernussen she felt a tear slipping, but didn't hear Fred coming.

"I gave some to your parents too." She turned around in surprise.

"You did?"

"Turns out, they are impossible to find in Australia. Your mom had a hard time this year and I figured I'd send them. Anonymous of course."

"How did you know-"

"You told me about the cookies before. Australian Aurors are keeping an eye on your them, so I asked about the cookies. They said they were impossible to get there, so I figured-"

Before he could finish that sentence, Hermione was in his arms kissing him.

"Thank you!"

This kiss was unlike the two others that day, it was sweet and perfect. It perfectly showed how happy Hermione was about his present, and Fred figured he'd send a thousand cookies if only to get another kiss like this.


George

14th of December 2000

Hermione was sitting in the living room reading a book when the floo activated, she looked up to find her best friend in the whole world. She hadn't seen him in months so she immediately moved to stand when he interrupted her.

"Woah Hermione are you pregnant?!"

She stopped standing up and gasped "Harry!"

"What? You are glowing and your stomach is huge."

"Harry James Potter you watch your mouth!"

Harry grinned at her, showing his Marauder heritage. "So flustered."

The book Hermione had been reading was flung at his head and he barely managed to duck it. He laughed and was about to comment more when Fluffball who had been hiding underneath Hermione's sweater peaked its head out. "What the-" The tiny missile that was Tweety, immediately attacked Harry in his surprise. He shrieked and went down when Tweety bit him behind his knee. Fluffball came flying from underneath Hermione's sweater and flew into Harry's face, making him stay on his back, hands up trying to defend himself against the crazy owl.

Tweety used the opportunity to climb onto his chest and show him his claws, making small growling noises that made Hermione giggle. Fluffball took a celebratory lap around the ceiling, swooping down whenever Harry tried to move slightly.

George walked in then "Tough luck mate. Did you do something to make Hermione angry?" George put a hand around Hermione's shoulder, a casual move that made Hermione blush.

"He asked if I was pregnant." George doubled over laughing immediately. Hermione narrowed her eyes at him "I can easily do the same too you." to confirm her words, Fluffball landed on her shoulder and gave a threatening "Hoot."

"I am so sorry overlady Fluffball!" George said immediately, and the bird coed and moved onto his shoulder to push her head against George's.

"You apologize to the bird?"

"It has claws." He deadpanned, stage whispering to Hermione.

"It's not the only one…" George looked at her, and then seemed to realize what she meant he murmured his consent "of course, I forgot." She smiled at him, pleased while thinking he would now apologize to her.

"Overlord Tweety, I'm sorry."

"Not who I meant!" Hermione smacked him then, and he caught the hand to kiss it after. Hermione had to admit, she melted slightly.

"Hello? Are you gonna help me?" Harry asked from the floor. The couple looked at him and seemed to consider.

"Hermione!" George gasped and turned to her.

Surprised by his outburst she responded "Yes George?"

"You haven't gotten my present yet!"

"Yes….?"

"Seven kinds of Original Spells!"

She giggled, catching what he meant, Harry's eyes seemed to burst out of their socket. "No" Harry pleaded, and struggled more.

"Oh yes!" George said, and cast the first spell.

Harry was turned into a dapper looking Gingerbread man, and Hermione fell over laughing, Fluffball hooting at her, concerned from her spot on George's shoulder.

"Turn me back!"

"I don't know, you look pretty sweet like this." Hermione giggled more at George's comment, unable to stand at the moment. When she did gather herself, George sighed and twirled his wand, once to return Harry to normal, the second time Hermione didn't understand what he had done.

Harry blushed and covered his crotch "George!" he shrieked.

"Yes?"

"I'm naked." he whispered.

"No you're not Harry." Hermione said, concerned for her friend. When she looked at George, she put two and two together and realized what the second spell had done.

"Emperor's New Clothes?" She asked George and he nodded.

"Any clothes would be welcome." Harry said, still covering up his bits, and trying to wriggle away from the two, while Tweety was on his chest, batting at him like he was a fly.

The answering grin from George was scary, Harry's eyes widened before his hair started growing and turning grey. Then his light stubble started to grow as well, turning white and growing into a long beard that would have made Dumbledore proud. His clothes turned into a red and white suit Hermione knew all too well.

"Would you be jealous if I sat in his lap?"

"What? Yes!" George responded.

"Muggle tradition." She explained "You sit in His lap and tell him everything you want for Christmas."

"Can't argue with that." George responded, and finally Harry was allowed to stand up. Only to be pushed onto the couch.

Hermione plumped into his lap, after handing George a camera. Tweety and Fluffball sat in Hermione's lap again. She put her arms around a very bewildered Harry, who still hadn't managed to connect the dots. "Smile!" Hermione said, and a resounding "Ho Ho Ho." Involuntarily fell from Harry's lips.

George sent a spell at Hermione, and she arched a brow. He responded with a shrug and Hermione felt compelled to tell Harry everything she wanted for Christmas. Most of it was books of course, quills and papers and other stuff like that was also mentioned. Out of the corner of her eye she saw George scribbling down all of it.

"I want to be released from this spell George." She said, ending her rant to Harry's immense relief.

He looked at her "It's not too bad, reveals your deepest desires- but nothing bad!" He promised. "Nothing you wouldn't feel comfortable sharing with either me or Harry."

She narrowed her eyes at his response, but decided to leave it and stood up, Tweety hopped down on the floor and started chasing some unseen dust, Fluffball started flying around Harry's head. He looked like Santa Claus in a cartoon who had hit his head.

"Cheers George! That will be this years Christmas card."

"Should I be jealous of another man being on the card?"

"No." she said and walked closer to him, intending on kissing him, but then she remembered Harry and stopped walking, but she couldn't help what fell from her lips. "I want to kiss you, but not so Harry can see." She whispered to George, Harry was still busy trying to get Fluffball away and hadn't noticed.

"I can fix that." George murmured, and sent another spell at Harry who suddenly exclaimed he couldn't see. Hermione giggled and leaned in to snog George.

She drew away from him after a while, giving him a quick kiss and saying "George?" and then kissing him sweetly again.

"Hmmm?" He asked, all his focus on her mouth.

As she continued giving him tiny kisses, and rubbing slightly against him for good measure, she said "I really" kiss "want you" kiss "to" kiss "reverse" longer kiss "this" kiss "spell."

"Yes Hermione, anything you want." He breathed when she stopped her tiny pecks to let him respond. She pushed away from him at once "Good." She smirked at him and he looked at her wide eyed, awed she had tricked him

"Minx." He said, but released her from the spell anyway. Then Hermione motioned to Harry. George sighed and reversed both spells on him.

"What did I do wrong?!" Harry said, upset and pouting slightly. Hermione moved to sit down next to him on the couch, warring between hugging him and yelling at him for what he had done.

"Called me pregnant" Hermione responded, still not forgiving him.

"Sorry." he said bashfully.

"Well I think you can do better." George said, and sent another spell at Harry, which made him groan and Hermione glare at George.

When nothing happened Harry looked curiously at George. Then he turned to ask Hermione something, and noticed what was wrong. His body didn't move normally, it was like water bending slightly in its twist and turns of a river. Yet it was more solid, similar to a fish in said river, bending with the water.

"Jelly bones." George answered the unanswered question.

"George! Reverse the spell!"

For a second it looked like he thought about it, but then he sent another spell at Hermione and grinned. She was mad, and in a fit she threw her hands against the cushions of the couch, about to yell at him. But all of a sudden the couch was no more, only snow remained. Both Harry and Hermione sunk down into it, their clothes soaking up the water.

George stood there laughing at them.

Hermione was about to yell some more, but was interrupted as Harry used his jelly arms to fling a particularly powerful snowball at George's head.

"Hey!" George said, but Hermione turned and smiled at Harry, before she started doing the same thing.

An impromptu snowball fight started in the apartment, Harry and Hermione working together at first. When they had succeeded in dunking George with the snow from the couch Hermione turned on Harry and turned her coffee table into snow and threw Harry in it. She laughed like a mad scientist and ran into her bedroom, knowing she could create more ammo there.

Harry and George teamed up to follow her, but when they seemed to have her cornered, George thought it would be funnier to throw the snowball at Harry instead.

In the end Hermione emerged victorious, as she was the only one with the snow spell, turning everything she touched into snow. Harry was the most vicious since his Jelly arms and legs was used as a sort of slinging force for the snowballs. George was the most creative in it all as always.

In the end, George left so Harry and Hermione could catch up normally. Of course he left without reversing the spells. After a thorough search Hermione found the note with the instructions, and managed to turn it into snow.

Harry laughed at her, but she sent Tweety and Fluffball at him, and it didn't take long before he yielded. She managed to recite from memory the incantation and wand movement, and after a lot of trying - it was hard to do correct wand movements when your bones were jelly - Harry reversed the spell on her, and she on him.

After setting the apartment back together Harry told Hermione all about his latest Auror missions, and she scolded him for not taking the time to see her.

"I'm going to ask Ginny to marry me." Harry said, peeking up at Hermione, afraid she would react badly.

Instead she gave him a patented Hermy-Hug "Harry that's amazing!"

"So I guess we'll be in laws?" He joked, to lighten the mood. Hermione blushed, and proceeded to tell him everything George and Fred had been doing to win her over.

"I think it's wonderful Hermione."

"You do?"

"Of course! You deserve some happiness and adventure in your life."

"Adventure? You mean Chaos. And they bring chaos alright." As if he knew what they were talking about, Tweety crashed into the coffee table and started clawing at it.

Harry laughed at the kitten, and it looked at him, a look promising vengeance and pain. Then he fluffed his tail up and stalked out of the room.

"So dramatic." Harry commented, Hermione just shook her head at Tweety.

"But I don't know who to choose!"

"Maybe just enjoy it while it last? And then decide later?" Hermione gave him a look, but he just responded in his defence "Hey I'm just the poor schmuck who was experimented on."

Hermione couldn't help but smile at him. Maybe she should just wait and see for once.