A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club December

Disney Challenge: Characters – 3 - Ryan Evans - Write about someone being overshadowed by a family member.

Amber's Attic: 21 - NOFX: Write about someone playfully making fun of someone they like.

Angel's Archives: 4 - Chocolate Chip Cookies - (scenario) an ordinary day

Lyric Alley: 14 - For yellow and red one (Gryffindor's colors!)

Winter Funfair

Southern Funfair – Magical Mistletoe (Hermione/Percy)

Northern Funfair – Christmas Sing-Along Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer - Harry Connick Jr. - "Used to laugh and call him names" - Write about someone being teased/picked-on

Word Count: 1034

"Pass the gravy, please?" Hermione asked without looking up from the book she was reading.

"Here, want the potatoes too or are you just making puddle of gravy on your plate?" Percy asked glancing at Hermione's empty plate.

"Oh, did I forgot them?" Hermione asked blinking as she looked at the empty plate. She shook her head. "Sorry, I got caught up in the book."

"Yes, you did. What are you reading?" Percy asked trying to get a look at the cover.

"Arthimancy and How to Solve the World," she answered. "It's a really good book, actually, if you understand the theory."

"I dabbled at it at school," Percy stated. The pair was sitting in the kitchen of the Burrow eating lunch. Mrs. Weasley had run out to the grocery leaving Hermione, Ron, Percy, and Ginny home. Ginny and Ron were outside playing Quidditch after spending nearly twenty minutes trying to convince Hermione and Percy to play.

"That's nice, so potatoes?" Hermione said dismissing Percy's claim to have studied the subject. Usually he just bragged about things to seem more interesting or important. Of course, right now, his bragging was a bit more interesting in having had to listen to Ron talk about Quidditch.

"Right, here," Percy said using magic to scoop a spoonful on Hermione's plate. He then moved the gravy boat over towards her. Some of it splashed out on to the table.

"Hey! Careful of my book!"

"I was being careful, you moved."

"No, I didn't," Hermione stated putting the book down and glaring at Percy. He glared back and she pulled her eyes from his. What was it about ginger boys that made her heart pound? And why the bloody hell was it pounding for Percy.

"You did. Think we should get Ron and Ginny for lunch?" Percy asked.

"Why? So I can watch your brother eat with his mouth full of potatoes?"

"Good point, he can be quite uncivilized."

Hermione snorted. Uncivilized was an understatement most of the times where Ron was concerned. She was fairly certain a niffler had better manners.

"At least he's not a pompous git," Hermione commented glaring at Percy. "Who is also a liar and tried to damage my new book because it's too smart for him." She watched his face redden. She nearly smiled. His freckles had nearly disappeared.

"Now, I never! I could probably understand it just fine if I'd had a mind to," Percy tried to defend himself. Hermione ignored the feeling in her chest. Arguing was something that she enjoyed, baiting Percy Weasley was actually more fun than arguing with Ron. Ron often just called her names.

"Which you don't," Hermione countered. Percy opened his mouth to continue the discussion when Ron and Ginny ran in laughing loudly about something. Hermione sighed. Now the conversation was over. She'd been having a bit of fun. Percy caught her eye. She could see he'd been putting on being insulted. She nearly smiled.

"Oi, why didn't you call us for lunch?" Ron asked grabbing a plate.

"Because you're adults and can make your own lunch?" Percy suggested. Ginny smirked.

"I'm an adult now? Good!" she nodded causing Percy to laugh.

"You've still got a year, Ginny," he reminded her as she helped herself to a mound of potatoes leaving about half a serving for Ron.

"Pass the gravy, and Ginny, leave me some potatoes," Ron whined. Hermione ignored him and Ginny reached for the bowl of gravy, half spilling it on the table. Hermione levitated her book off the table.

"Idiot," she muttered glaring at Ron, whose mouth was full of potatoes he'd stolen off Ginny's plate. Ginny grabbed her plate and sat as far from Ron as she could.

"They really are," Percy agreed looking at his youngest siblings.

"Hey!"

"I wasn't talking about you, Ginny," Hermione said quickly.

"Good," the girl stated as Hermione opened her book and started trying to read it again. Percy peered over her shoulder and smirked.

"That's not hard to understand at all," he commented.

"Did I say you could read my book?"

"Yes, you said I wouldn't understand it so I had to prove you wrong," Percy answered. Ron laughed spraying mashed potatoes across the table. Hermione sighed standing up.

"Here, Hermione, why don't you come read in my room. Ron's not allowed in there," Percy offered.

"Fine," she said after a moment ignoring the hurt look on Ron's face.

"He's just being nice because piss me off," Ron yelled. "He knows I like you."

"Ron, we've had this discussion before. We're friends, that's it. I don't like you like that," Hermione said softly.

"You should. Look at everything we've been through."

"Yes, well, Percy's at least pretending to be interested in my book. You already said it was too hard and why the bloody hell would I want to read something when we're not in school anymore. Does that sound familiar?" she asked.

"I may have said something like that," Ron admitted.

"Exactly, please, show me to your room, Percy," Hermione said turning to him. She followed him out the kitchen leaving a stunned Ron and a smirking Ginny.

"Well, they belong together, both pompous gits," Ron muttered. Ginny shrugged.

"He suits her better than you, at least. Think they'll invite us to the wedding?"

"He's not marrying her, Ginny!"

"Wanna bet on it?" Ginny asked, a gleam in her eyes. Ron shook his head.

"No! I'm not losing Hermione to my git of a brother, I'm going to go put a stop to this!" he yelled storming up the stairs. Ginny watched him and started counting how long it would take for him to either come back down with a pumpkin for a head, or to start screaming that Percy and Hermione were snogging. She'd gotten to twenty-three before Ron stormed past her, his head inside a large pumpkin. She laughed glad he'd gotten what he deserved for making a pest of himself. She wondered if he'd be able to reverse it or if they'd have to wait for Mum to get home. She hoped he'd have to wait, it would be funny to watch ickle Ronnikins get in trouble for something.