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Chapter 26

Hermione woke up in her own room. She frowned, before getting up out of bed. She had gotten so used to sleeping with Charlie in his room, that her own room felt foreign to her. She cast a glance at her calendar and saw that it had been three days since Christmas. She quickly shrugged on her robe, and made her way towards the small kitchen in the Head's dorm.

She grabbed an apple off the counter, and plopped down onto the couch next to Blaise. "Hey," she murmured.

She frowned when Blaise didn't respond. He wasn't usually that rude. "Blaise," she said again. Still no response.

Putting down her apple, Hermione looked at Blaise. His lips were parted and his eyes were closed. He was asleep! Hermione smiled mischievously. She inched towards him on the couch, placing her mouth right near his ear. She took in a deep breath, before shouting "Blaise!"

Blaise bolted upright, his eyes wide in alarm. Hermione immediately started laughing. "Oh Blaise," she laughed, "That was just too funny!"

Blaise grumbled incoherently.

"What was that?" She asked, batting her eye lashes.

"You're such a swot," he hissed.

Hermione just laughed even harder. "Ooooh, good one!"

Blaise frowned, getting up off the couch. "Yeah, yeah, yeah." He made his way towards the kitchen, and poured himself a glass of milk. Feeling nice, he poured Hermione a glass too. He carried them back to the couch, careful not to spill.

"Thanks," she muttered, taking a sip. "What were you doing sleeping on the couch anyways?"

Blaise groaned. "I couldn't sleep. So I came out here to read, and must have fallen asleep while doing so."

Something seemed off with him. Come to think of it, he wasn't his usual cheery self. Hermione frowned. "Is something wrong?"

Blaise didn't respond.

Hermione's frown only deepened. "Blaise, you're one of my best friends. You know you can tell me anything." She insisted, scooting closer to him on the couch.

He put his head into his hands and groaned. "Hermione. My mother owled me. She's getting married, again."

"Oh, Blaise, that's not so bad." Hermione said. Marriage was something someone should be happy for. She didn't understand why he was upset about this.

"Not so bad? Hermione, this will be her eighth husband! Husband number eight! This is ridiculous. I don't even understand her, not to mention it makes me look bad." He huffed.

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise. But now that she thought of it, she did recall someone mentioning that Blaise's mom was some sort of wizarding gold digger. She immediately understood why he would take offense to it. "Blaise, no one judges you based off your mother." Hermione said reassuringly.

"But they do! Merlin Hermione, my mother is a gold digging whore, and people look at me, and thinks I'll be the same way! I mean, I don't even know which husband was my father! Or if he was even her husband!"

"Blaise, why is this bothering you? I mean, yes, you're upset at you're mother, but I can just tell there's more to it than that." Hermione narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

Blaise sighed, turning slightly pink in the cheeks. "I look at Ginny and, well, she has a family. A real family, with two parents and siblings. I wish that I had that. I'm so jealous that I don't have a father, or any siblings."

Hermione frowned. "Blaise, you might not have a dad, but you do have a family. You have your mother, and I'm sure she loves you very much. And you have Draco. I know he's not your real brother, but he loves you as if you were. And I know you love him just the same." She insisted.

Blaise pulled Hermione in for a big hug. "And I also have a sister, and while I haven't known her very long, I still love her so much."

Hermione felt tears pickle at her eyes. "Oh Blaise," she whispered, hugging her friend tightly.

He pulled away, frowning when he saw that she was crying. "Oh Hermione, I didn't mean to make you cry!" He said with a small smile.

Hermione shook her head, smiling. "I'm happy. Blaise, you're like a brother to me, and I know you'll defend me no matter what."

Blaise nodded, "That's right."

Hermione grinned. "But Blaise, don't worry about your mom. She's living her life, and you have yours. We just have to make the best of it."

Blaise half smiled back. "Yeah, I suppose you're right."

"Of course I'm right," she said smugly. "Smartest witch of our age, remember?" She stuck her tongue out at Blaise, who simply rolled his eyes in response.

Hermione stood, stretching her arms over her head. "Well, I'm going to get dressed for the day. There's some snow outside, and I want to play."

Hermione bounded down the stairs towards the Great Hall with a smile on her face. She was a bit surprised she was in this good of a mood, but shrugged it off. She deserved to have some happiness every once in a while, right?

Hermione sat down next to Neville and Ginny. Ginny had returned after Christmas, not wanting to spend too much time away from Blaise. The two of them really were adorable.

"Hermione?" Ginny asked after the three of them had been eating in silence.

"Yeah Gin?" Hermione asked distractedly, pushing her eggs around on her plate.

"Why is Harry staring over here?" She whispered.

Hermione dropped her fork in surprise. "Pardon?" She whispered back.

Ginny shrugged. "Look for yourself, he keeps shooting you looks. They aren't really bad ones, but all the same, I'm concerned."

Hermione looked down the table and sure enough, Harry was looking at her. When he realized she was looking back, he offered her a small smile. Hermione returned to looking at her plate.

"Well?" Ginny demanded.

"Oh, ummm, Harry approached me the other night while we were at the Burrow." Hermione admitted quietly.

"WHAT!" Ginny screeched, causing many of the heads in the Great Hall to turn and look at them.

"Ginny, shush!" Hermione shouted back.

The redhead blushed, and then waited expectedly.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "He said he was sorry, and I basically told him sorry wasn't good enough."

"That's why you were really crying?" Ginny asked knowingly.

Hermione nodded, "Yeah. I was just so upset. I mean, he picked Ron over me... and I thought we were best friends. I mean, after everything we had been through! He's just picked Ron so easily. I mean, even after Ron left us while we were hunting for Horcruxes, Harry still picked him."

Neville patted her hand soothingly. "You have every right to be upset Mione."

Hermione smiled, "thanks Neville."

Ginny shook her head. "Come on, we need to go outside."

"But what about-?"

"Not buts!" Ginny cut her off. Grabbing Hermione's hand, she dragged her out towards the courtyard.

Hermione smiled as the cool wind brushed against her face, sending chills down her spine. She always loved Hogwarts at this time of the year. It was beautiful. Like something that belonged on a Christmas card.

Ginny grabbed Hermione's hand, tugging her backwards. The two of them fell into the snow, giggling. "Quick, let's make snow angels," Ginny said through giggles.

The two of them began moving their arms and legs in the snow, all while giggling like madwomen.

"What on Earth are you two doing?" Someone asked.

Hermione looked up and smiled. "We're making snow angels Charlie."

"Yeah, duh!" Ginny said, sticking her tongue out at her brother.

Charlie simply shook his head, chuckling. "Well, why you two keep squirming on the ground, I'm going to make a snowman." He puffed up his chest slightly when he said this, causing the two girls to burst into giggles once more.

After Hermione had calmed down, and wiped the tears from her eyes, she sat up and helped Charlie start rolling a big ball for the bottom.

Ginny watched from afar, smiling. The two of them were so good for each other. Looking towards the door, she saw Blaise waving to her. Scrambling to her feet, she ran towards her boyfriend.

"Can't you do it with magic?" Hermione asked, watching as Charlie rolled the giant ball to a stop. She wondered what his muscles looked like underneath his jacket, causing her cheeks to heat up. She quickly banished the thought from her mind.

Charlie shrugged, "I suppose, but I've always done it the Muggle way. Besides, that's the whole point of it, to have fun."

Hermione nodded in agreement. She began to roll another ball for the snowman's middle. She stood back proudly, observing her ball. It was lumpy all over; looking like a five year old had made it.

Charlie chuckled, putting his arms around Hermione's waist. "You should leave the snow rolling to me," he suggested. She simply smiled, leaning closer into his embrace. "Merlin Hermione, why are you so cold!" He exclaimed. He quickly waved his wand, sending a cloud of warmth to surround her.

"Warming charm?" She asked. He nodded in response. "I suppose I forgot about those." She shyly admitted.

"You are such a strange witch," he replied. "Now come on, let's finish this snowman."

The two of them stood back, admiring their work. Hermione quickly conjured a hat and stuck in on top of the snowman's head.

Charlie chuckled. "He looks good, a bit rough around the edges though," he teased Hermione.

"He looks like Frosty." Hermione muttered.

"Frosty? Who's that?" Charlie asked, confused.

Hermione chuckled, "Let's go in and get some hot cocoa. I'll tell you once I'm all warm."

Once the two were in Hermione's Common Room, all snuggled up under a quilt that Hermione's grandmother had knit her long ago, with a cup of cocoa in their hands, Hermione began her story.

"Well, my dad used to tell this to me all the time when I was younger. Frosty the snowman. That's what it was called. It was about this snowman, that a group of children make one afternoon. A hat comes and lands on his head, magically bringing the snowman to life. He would sing, dance, and play with the children." Hermione said with a giggle.

"Magically bringing the snowman to life?" Charlie asked, laughing. "That's hilarious!"

Hermione gently punched him. "Hey! For Muggles, magic isn't real. Well, what we call magic anyways. This was a great story for people to tell their kids."

Charlie grinned.

"There's even a song," Hermione said.

"Sing it for me!"

Hermione blushed.

"Come on Mione," he kissed her gently. "Please, I've never heard you sing."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "and I'd like to keep it that way!"

"Please," he begged, turning on the puppy dog charm.

Hermione sighed. She began, her voice soft and airy.

"Frosty the snowman was a jolly happy soul,

With a corncob pipe and a button nose

And two eyes made out of coal.

Frosty the snowman is a fairy tale, they say,

He was made of snow but the children

Know how he came to life one day.

There must have been some magic in that

Old silk hat they found.

For when they placed it on his head

He began to dance around.

O, Frosty the snowman

Was alive as he could be,

And the children say he could laugh

And play just the same as you and me.

Thumpetty thump thump,

Thumpety thump thump,

Look at Frosty go.

Thumpetty thump thump,

Thumpety thump thump,

Over the hills of snow."

She finished, taking a deep breath. "That's all you get," smiling softly.

"Wow Mione, you have a beautiful voice." Charlie whispered.

"Thanks," she blushed. "I used to sing while playing the piano when I was younger."

"Is there anything you didn't do?" Charlie asked, smiling. His witch was perfect, absolutely perfect.

"Not really," Hermione admitted. "My parents were very keen on me getting a flavor for every activity possible."

Charlie pulled her closely, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I love you," she, her eyes full of love.

"And I love you," Charlie said, kissing her forehead.

The two of them clinked mugs and then drank their hot cocoa, wrapped up in this moment of peace.