A/N: Fred and Hermione's Christmas. Pure fluff coming your way! It is so sugary sweet that you'll get a toothache…but sometimes you just need a dose of cotton candy!

Shout out to Poppy for helping me with the present to Fred. You've been lovely as always! She really is my rock ladies and gentlemen! I've whined, thrown fits, bounced ideas off, and begged for ideas from her and she's been nothing but supportive and extremely helpful!

"Pack an overnight bag." Fred whispered into her ear.

She turned, her forehead still creased. She opened her mouth to retort, but he shook his head.

"Just do it."

She must have looked at him a second too long cause he grabbed her by the shoulders and steered her towards the stairs, smacking her bum to get her moving.

She scowled at him over her shoulder as she ascended the stairs.

Everyone except Harry, Ginny, Fred, Hermione and their parents had left to do presents of their own. Charlie and Sorin were at George's Diagon Alley flat while he and Angelina went to her parents.

Hermione stood in the middle of her room, not sure what she needed to pack. She wished Ginny was available, but she was up in Harry's room exchanging presents and celebrating the holiday together.

She settled on her regular sleep shorts and t-shirt and a pair of jeans with a brown camisole and cream jumper. She headed into the bathroom and packed her toiletries and his present before heading back down.

Fred was still in the kitchen when she hit the last of the stairs. Hearing her, he turned and smiled.

"Ready, love?" Fred asked, reaching for her hand.

She took his hand. "Yes."

Hermione couldn't help but have butterflies. The only two times they had went on something resembling a date was when he took her for a ride on his broom to watch fireflies and Hogsmeade, which ended up being more of a group outing.

He pulled her into the fireplace with him and pulled her flush against him. She tucked her arms between them so her elbows wouldn't smash against the brick while they flooed.

They stepped out of the fireplace of his new flat. She took a moment to look around. There was a large Christmas tree that had been decorated with popcorn string and lights. It looked rather empty with no ornaments on it.

He lit the fireplace and then turned to watch her take in the tree. He smiled, flicking his wand at his newly bought iPod. Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire started to play.

She turned to face him, a small smile on her lips.

"You mentioned you missed decorating the tree, so I thought it would be fun to do it together." He flicked his wand again and she saw a brown box come soaring from the guest bedroom and land in front of her.

She stepped toward him and hugged him around his waist. "This is the best Christmas present I've ever received."

"I thought it was fitting for the two of us to decorate the first Christmas tree in the first flat that I've owned by myself." Fred explained.

Hermione looked up at him. "Are you sure you want to spend this moment with me? I mean, it's a memory you'll have forever."

He leaned down to kiss her. "I want all of my first memories in this flat to be with you. I had you pack an overnight bag because I haven't stayed overnight here yet, and I wanted the first night to be with you. I want the first time I sleep in that bed to be with you. I want it to be our bed." He explained.

She smiled widely. "How can my present ever top that?"

He chuckled. "That isn't your present. In fact…it's probably more of a present for me. But, let's not worry about presents now. We've got a tree to decorate."

She stepped over to the box and opened it. It was full of fuchsia and plum ornaments. She let out a laugh.

"Plum is your favorite color, right?" He asked, bending over the box.

"It is." She confirmed. She shook her head in disbelieve. "You are the most extraordinary man I've ever come across. Why you chose me…I'll never understand." She mentioned.

He gave her a lopsided grin and pulled her in for a kiss. "You're the only one worth doing all this for."

After eyeing him for a moment, she took a deep breath and grabbed a couple of ornaments to hang.

After they hung a few of the ornaments on the tree, he excused himself to get them something to drink.

She continued to hang ornaments, humming along to the Christmas playlist on the iPod. She stepped back after hanging a few to check their placement.

Fred returned, handing her a mug. She took a sip, her eyes still lingering on the tree. He watched for her reaction.

When the hot liquid hit her tongue, her eyes widened and she let out a shriek of surprise. She looked down at the mug, wiping her mouth.

"Eggnog!" She exclaimed.

He laughed. "Yea."

"But how did you…"

"I asked Harry. He told me how to make it."

Hermione's lip quivered and he grabbed her mug, setting both of them down before pulling her into his arms.

"Hermione…I'm sorry…I didn't.."

She quickly shook her head. "No…no it's great. It's perfect…this is all so perfect."

He nuzzled his nose against hers. "I just thought we could take your parents traditions and make them our own."

She nodded. "That sounds great." She bent down and picked up her mug, taking another sip.

"Is that cinnamon I taste?" She asked. He nodded.

"I've never had it with cinnamon before, but I think I like it this way better." She told him.

She loved this side of him. This side seemed to come out only for her. When they were alone, he never seemed to need to try to be funny or rotten; he was sweet and laid back. He was such a giving soul and an extraordinary man. She realized that for the first time, she was dating a man instead of a boy. It was exhilarating and intimidating at the same time.

Her eyes lit up as an idea popped into her head.

She put her mug down and hurried over to the box of ornaments, pulling out a fuchsia one and pulling her wand out. She used her wand to write Our First Christmas with their names and the year written below it in dark purple. She asked him to hold out his thumb and she tapped her wand to it, covering the tip of his thumb in purple ink. She did the same to hers.

She turned her thumb a little to the left and pressed it against the glass of the ornament.

"There. Let me see your thumb." She took it and turned it toward the right a little bit before pressing it on top of hers. She pulled his thumb away and smiled.

"That's brilliant!" He exclaimed.

The two thumb prints created a heart. The very tips of their thumbs created the arches of the heart while the pad of their thumb prints overlapped and mixed together, creating the center.

She stepped up to the tree and hung it right in the middle. She turned to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning up on her toes and kissing him.

XxXxXx

The tree was decorated, the mugs had been refilled and the fire was roaring when they finally sat down to exchange presents.

"Open this one first." Hermione said, pointing to the larger one.

He grinned excitedly and tore off the wrappings. He saw a large thick scrap book.

He quickly opened the first page and they went through it laughing and reminiscing about everything the things she put together.

There were pictures, quotes, and stories along with some items. For instance, on the page that showed them reading Shakespeare, there was a page from the book that she copied and glued in and she hand wrote some of their favorite excerpts. On another page there was an enchanted fake firefly that blinked next to an entry she wrote. Towards the end had pictures of the twins in mid chicken, flapping and pecking at the ground. She had glued a few chicken feathers around the page and enchanted a bar of soap to lay flat against the page.

"This is great Hermione. I love this. Thank you baby." He leaned down to kiss her.

"There's more to this one." She closed the book and turned it so that the spine was facing them and lifted the top to show a compartment. There were many labeled vials and what looked like the glass of the penseive he gave her.

"The box you gave me for my birthday inspired me to do this. These are memories of mine; some of them were from this summer and some of them were from Hogwarts.

"There are even parts of the first quiddich game so you can see your sister in action…Ginny gave me a vial on her point of view from that day too. There's also the reaction from the students to George's fireworks on the train, the first evening at Hogwarts, what I saw when I used each of the daydream charms...there is even a vial that has the fairy dust and toothbrush disaster. And, just in case you have any doubts, I have a vial labeled Nick and it contains the memory of asking me to the ball and the conversation that caused us to break up.

"I took the penseive from my box so that when you have time, you can go through them all."

"This is unbelievable. Thank you for this…I can't wait to look through them." He pulled her into his lap and kissed her deeply.

She pulled away after a few minutes. "As much as I am loving this, you still have another present to open." She held it up for him and moved herself back to the seat beside him.

He opened it to find a notebook. He lifted an eyebrow at it making Hermione laugh.

"Just open it!"

He grinned and opened it, going through the pages.

"These are…Hermione…are these…" He looked up from the notebook to her.

She smiled. "They're ideas I have for products. Some are muggle, some are magic…some a bit of both. It explains how they work and the ones that include potions…well, I wrote down the ingredients and the theory of how it should be brewed…but I haven't actually tested any of it. They're just ideas. You said you wanted us to work together…so, I've been writing down ideas as they've come along; mostly when someone is bugging me when I'm trying to study and I'm dreaming of ways to get them to leave me alone." She explained.

She watched as he stared at her for a moment, comprehending everything that she said and mulling it over in his brain. She started to get nervous that he didn't like it, it had been way too long without a smile or a word from him.

She opened her mouth to speak and he lunged at her, pushing her back on the couch and falling on top of her, kissing her hard.

She laughed against his lips and slid her hand through the hair right above the nape if his neck.

He pulled away after a moment and gave her a short peck on the lips. "Have I mentioned that I love you."

She laughed again. "Not in the last four hours…I take it you like it?" It was becoming difficult to breathe since most of his weight was on her diaphragm and chest.

He gave her a lopsided grin. "How could you tell?"

"I'm glad that you like it and all…but could you move? You're crushing me." Her voice came out a bit breathy as she took short shallow breaths.

He placed his hands on each side of her and pushed himself off of her.

"Sorry, got a bit carried away…your present now." He said, reaching over the side of the couch and setting a box in her lap.

Fred watched Hermione's brow crease at the box in her lap.

"Why does it have holes?" Hermione asked Fred, a bit nervous.

"So it can breathe. Now open it cause it's been in the dark for a few hours and it's probably angry." Fred noted.

Hermione's eyes widened. "It won't bite will it?"

He laughed. "Just open it."

She tore off the paper and pulled the box open. She peered inside and found a pygmy puff.

She smiled, reaching in and pulling it out. "Why is it black?" She asked and held it against her chest. After a moment, it changed to pink.

"It changed colors! How curious..." Hermione exclaimed, petting it with her finger.

"It's a new breed of pygmy puff. We've been working on them for the grand opening on New Years day. They're mood puffs." Fred explained.

When he noticed that she still looked confused, he pulled out the sheet of paper from the box and continued.

"You see, the color of their hair changes with their moods. Teddy inspired it since he uses his hair color to tell Andromeda what he wants.

"Black is angry, blue is sad, pink is happy and content, orange is hungry, and red…which is my favorite…means they're feeling mischievous. If you see red, be ready to chase it. It usually means they're about to roll around the room. This paper explains everything and has directions on how to take care of her."

He reached in the box again and pulled out a cage, a fluffy pygmy bed, a water feeder, and pygmy food.

"Here is everything you need. She will eat anything…and I mean anything... so be careful when she's around your homework and make sure that when she's orange that you feed her soon or she will find something else to eat. She eats twice a day." Fred warned.

"We'll also be selling these new accessories when we open. What do you think?" Fred asked, looking a little unsure.

Hermione smiled. "I love her. You two never cease to amaze me. Everyone will love them. Thank you. So what should we name her?" Hermione asked, holding her out and looking at her.

"We?" He asked.

"Yes we! I'm not raising her by myself! You're not sticking me with a baby and running!" Hermione stated sternly, but gave herself away by the small smirk that formed on her face.

He laughed. "Okay, we. How about…Mildred…. Mildred Weasley."

Hermione scrunched her nose and shook her head. "No Mildred. And its Granger-Weasley. I don't want her having a different last name, they won't know she's mine." Hermione told him.

He shook his head. "They? Who is they?"

She laughed. "You know…they!"

He grinned. "Okay…so no Mildred and Granger-Weasley incase she gets lost and learns how to talk and tells someone her name."

She nodded. "Right! Now that we have that settled, let's decide on her first name…hmm…Daphne."

He shook his head.

"No?" She asked, surprised. She liked that name.

"Nuh-uh. Too close to daft. If we get a head cold she'll think her name's Daftdy Granger-Weasley." Fred explained, making Hermione giggle.

"Okay. No Daftdy then." She teased.

"Sophia Granger-Weasley." Fred offered.

Hermione's eyes lit up. "Ooh…I really like that one, but…she doesn't really look like a Sophia."

Fred smiled. He put that name in a new mental folder marked 'future baby names'.

"What about Minnie?" Hermione asked.

Fred snorted. "No! That was our nickname for McGonagall. Unless you want to tie her hair back into a tight bun and make her tiny spectacles, she isn't to be named Minnie." Hermione giggled at the visual he painted for her.

"Winifred Granger-Weasley?" He offered.

She rolled her eyes. "We are not naming her first name after you…she already has your last name. And why do you keep saying the last name anyway? We already decided on it." She asked.

"Because, Hermione! You want to make sure that her first name sounds alright with our names." Fred rubbed his face. Were they really this deep into a discussion about naming a mood puff? He would never admit it, but he was actually enjoying it. He liked the light bickering and teasing.

"I guess you have a point. How about Peaches?"

Fred was looking at her like she had sprouted an extra head. "Peaches? Honestly? That sounds like something I would nickname my unborn child until it had a name. I will not be calling a pygmy puff peaches."

Hermione grinned and shook her head. "Oh my Godric. Our future child is going to end up as Peaches! If we can't even name a puff, how are we ever going to name a child?" She asked, suddenly a bit worried.

"Relax! We got this! You already said you liked Sophia." He reminded.

She nodded. "I did, didn't I? I also like the name Gideon. I've liked it since Ron talked about your uncles the first time." She admitted and then shook her head. Why were they discussing this? If a child were to happen, it definitely wasn't coming soon.

"Well, that settles it. We're completely mental. We can name our future children, but we can't name a ball of fur?" He asked.

Hermione looked down at the table where the puff sat and saw it turn black. She immediately picked it up.

"Don't listen to your mean ol' daddy, lovey. You're more than just a ball of fur. We'll find the perfect name for you…you just wait and see!" Hermione comforted the mood puff, causing it to change back to pink.

"Did you just tell our ball of fluff to not listen to me? And then tell her I was mean?" Fred asked, feigning disappointment.

Hermione laughed. "Well, then don't be mean! Okay…how about Darcy?"

"Darcy Granger-Weasley…" Fred mulled it over. "I like it."

"Good! Then it's settled. Her name is Darcy." Hermione opened the cage and set up her bed inside and attached the water feeder to the side. Once she placed Darcy inside with a bit of food, she sat back on the couch and yawned.

He leaned his head on her shoulder and they watched their puff settle into her bed and close her eyes.

"You know what would be Heaven right now?" Hermione asked Fred.

"What is that?"

"Changing into pajamas and laying in bed, talking." She told him.

A grin slowly appeared on his face. "That sounds perfect. It's been a long day. Go ahead and use the master bath to get changed. I'll turn down the bed."

She kissed the top of his head before he lifted it, allowing her to get up.

She grabbed Darcy's cage and her bag before heading into the bedroom. She set the puff down on the nightstand on her way into the loo. Once she had used the toilet, changed her clothes, washed her face, and brushed her teeth she returned from the loo.

Fred passed her on his way into the loo, his arm brushing hers. She smiled at the simple contact. She always seemed to get the most butterflies when their skin accidentally touched. She knew it made no sense, but she couldn't help it.

She climbed into the turned down bed and climbed to the middle, stretching out as much as she could and smiled. She loved how big this bed was.

He came out from the loo and found her spread-eagled in the middle of the bed with a smile on her face and her eyes closed.

He chuckled. "Trying to take over the whole bed?"

She lifted her head. "Maybe. There's a lovely guest bed you can sleep in, if there isn't enough room left for you here."

He scowled and jumped on the bed, grabbing her and tickling her. She shrieked and flailed around, begging him to stop.

"Not until you agree to share."

She nodded. "Okay! Okay! I'll share!"

He smiled and leaned down to kiss her. "Thank you for being kind enough to share my bed." He teased.

"You're welcome. Now…what side do you want?" She asked.

He shrugged. "I don't really have a side. I like to sleep in the middle. How about you?"

She chewed her lip and looked at the door. "Well…don't make fun of me…but I like to sleep on the side furthest away from the door." She watched as his face formed into a frown.

"It's a habit I acquired in the tent. That way I'm farther away if someone tries to come in." She felt her face go hot. "But, it's no big deal if you want this side…"

"No, no. That's perfectly fine. I'll lay here and fight off big bad George when he comes to bug us." He joked, trying to keep things light and the thoughts of war away.

She gave him a small smile. "Thanks." She moved over to the right side of the bed and waited for him to settle into the left before pulling the covers over them.

She laid back and sighed, snuggling deeper into the silk sheets. They really did feel good against her skin. Selecting shorts instead of long pajamas was a good idea.

He turned the light off with his wand before setting it on the nightstand and rolling to his side, cuddling closer to her, his arm over her waist.

"Is that why you always go around my bed and climb in from the other side?" Fred asked quietly.

She bit her lip. "Yes…I guess I'm a bit of a coward."

He snorted. "No love. After everything you've been through, there is no way you are a coward. You're mind just found it logical that the farther you are from the threat, the safer you are." He reasoned.

"I suppose so."

They laid there for a few minutes in comfortable silence, Hermione looking out the large windows at the moon while Fred played with a tendril of her hair.

"Fred, tell me a secret. One that no one else knows…besides George of course." Hermione requested through the dark.

"Hmm…I have one that even George doesn't know."

Hermione turned to her side to face him and their hands linked on the pillows between them.

"I'm not as daft as you think…I asked Angelina to the ball because I knew George didn't have the guts to and I heard that someone else was going to ask her later that day." He watched Hermione's eyes brighten in realization and smiled.

"Your turn. Tell me one."

She laid there, chewing her lip for a moment as she wracked her brain.

"Oh! This October, a third year wouldn't stop asking me questions about my time in the tent, so I asked him if he wanted a sweet and gave him a nosebleed nougat." Hermione gave him a sheepish smile.

Fred gave a deep belly laugh. "Man, Hermione…George and I are terrible influences aren't we?"

She smiled. "Yes, you are. Especially since you slipped a couple into the bag you left in my trunk."

He gave her a lopsided grin. "You're welcome."

They laid there for another three hours talking about everything, from their favorite ice cream flavor to their hopes and dreams for the future, before finally falling asleep.