A/N: Can I just say one thing? Wow. I have more than one hundred reviews. I am so pleased you all love my little story so much. I can't tell you how much I thank you. When this story is done, I will do a total and complete thank you of EVERYONE who reviewed.

I don't own Harry Potter.

:*: 12 – Christmas Gifts :*:

As it turns out, I still had to get her a Christmas gift. Personally, I think telling her I loved her was pretty damn good gift… but whatever. Since we're so in love, it's only fitting.

Which brings me to a new problem. One that's not as huge as "I love you" but important nonetheless.

What was I to get Hermione?

I know everyone's first response would be a nice book, but I want something special. Something that when people ask her what her favorite gift was, I want her to say it was mine.

And that would all be fine and dandy if I could actually think of something.

I asked George what I should get her and after he said, "book" he said, "hair products."

"I don't want to insult her!" I replied.

"Well," he said, obviously thinking. "How the hell should I know? You're talking to a single guy right here."

"You should still know!" I said.

"You're the one with the girlfriend," he said back. "If anyone should know, it would be you. I mean, since you were – " he snorted with laughter " – suave enough to get a girlfriend in the first place, you should have enough 'Boyfriend Sense' to know what to get her."

I laughed sarcastically.

"Do you know who would know?" George said.

"Who? I tried Charlie, but he was at a total loss. Ever since he got married, all of his gifts have been really expensive… like engagement rings, weddings…"

George raised his eyebrows.

"If your insinuating what I think you're insinuating, stop insinuating it," I said.

George laughed. "I was just kidding."

"Good," I responded, also laughing. "Now, who were you talking about?"

"Wood," he said.

"Wood? As in Oliver Wood?" I asked, thinking George was joking.

"Why not?"

"He's obsessed with Quidditch," I observed.

"He also has had a serious girlfriend for nearly three years now," George added.

"What? When?" I asked.

"I ran into him the other day in Diagon Alley. We talked for a good hour and a half. He told me about… Cate, I want to say," George said. "He'd know."

I nodded. Sounded like a good idea in my opinion.

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"Hey, Wood!" I called across the street.

I had owled him a couple days ago and we had decided to get together to hang out.

"Fred!" he said, smiling. "How's my favorite Beater?"

"That's funny," I responded. "When I was on the team you constantly compared me to Isaac Meyers and why I couldn't be more like your, and I quote, 'Favorite Beater.'"

Oliver laughed. It's nice to see he isn't as uptight as he used to be. Maybe because now he doesn't have to worry about the Quidditch Cup?

"Fred, you'll never change," he said, smiling amusedly.

"Not if I can help it," I said.

Oliver laughed again and said, "It's quite coincidental that you owled me. I had just run into George a few days before and talked to him for awhile. I had wondered what happened to you two."

"Ah well, nothing really," I said. "Except for we graduated Hogwart's, got jobs, moved out and I currently am in love and have no idea what to get her for Christmas."

"Yes," he said. "It does sound like you have nothing exciting going on in your life – " I laughed. " – So who's the girl that has ensnared your fancies?"

"You'll never believe this… Hermione Granger."

"Who?" Oliver asked.

"Harry's friend?" I reminded. "Girl, four years younger than you, bushy hair, spent all her time in the library?"

"Her?" Oliver said, wide eyed. "She was a serious student when I was there."

"I know. She still is actually," I responded.

"No offense, but that's quite odd," Oliver said, laughing. "I would've for sure thought you would've ended up with someone like Angelina."

"Angelina?" I asked, shocked. "Really? That would've quite hard knowing how much she fancied you."

Oliver laughed.

"So George told me about your girlfriend and the fact you've been together for three years now." Oliver nodded. "And that's where I need your help."

"So you didn't just want to see your good old Quidditch captain, eh?"

"You mean my good old tyrannical Quidditch captain?"
"I prefer 'passionate about Quidditch' thank you," Oliver said. I laughed. "So what do you need help with?"

"What the hell do I get her for Christmas?" I asked.

"First Christmas?" Oliver asked.

"Yes."

"All right," Oliver said. "Don't get her anything too extravagant because she'll expect next years gift to be even better."

"Get her something cheap… got it," I said.

"Something that actually means something," Oliver said.

"You mean like a dictionary? Wood, no books," I said, completely serious.

Oliver sighed and shook his head.

"This is going to take awhile," he said, giving me a helpless look.

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It didn't take as long as Oliver made it sound. We were there for maybe three hours… one and a half were him trying to educate me in how to treat Hermione, the rest was just us basically catching up.

But the best part of the whole day was that I finally knew what to get Hermione.

It's the perfect gift for her, in mine and Oliver's opinion. Ginny confirmed that.

I had written Ginny explaining my idea and she said… well, here's her letter:

Fred,

That is the sweetest idea ever! Hermione is very lucky to have you. Do you know what you're going to say in it? Can you send me a copy before anyone else? I would rather like to proof read through it so as not to let you slip any of your Fred Weasley idiocy into it and ruin you and Hermione's relationship.

I also think that your idea is quite perfect for the given situation. Don't be worried or anything. I talked to Lavender about it and she says it's just normal teenage behavior. In short: Hermione has some serious self-confidence issues at the moment.

It all restarted (I say 're' because it originally began when you came to visit) when that idiot Malfoy said a few choice words about Hermione's appearance. The one that affected her worse was: "I can't see how a single being with eyes could love something as hideous as you."

Yes, not his worse comment ever, but it hurt her nonetheless. I hope your gift makes her feel happier.

Ron and Harry say "Hello," and Hermione says "I love you."

Send my love to Mum, Dad, George, Percy, Charlie and Bill.

Ginny

That bastard! I hate him. I despise him… I loathe him. That bastard Malfoy. How could he have said something like that to my Hermione!?

But fear not! I will make Hermione feel better. I love her and I will show it.

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"Oh my!" Hermione cried. "Fred! What are you doing here?"

I smiled. I had decided to surprise her on Christmas Eve Day. Ron, Harry and Ginny all knew I was coming of course. They made her stay at Hogwart's over the Holidays so I could give her my gift in person.

"Hello," I said casually. I could see Ginny and Harry on the top of the stairs, grinning (Ron was off with his girlfriend, Melissa).

Hermione dropped her book and ran across the Common Room to give me hug. I lifted her off the ground and spun her around happily.

"How are you?" I asked. She answered by kissing me.

Our first conversation lasted about ten minutes and consisted of a lot of kissing… okay, it consisted of ALL kissing, but oh well.

"What are you doing here?" she asked happily, her cheeks flushed.

"I'm here to surprise you, of course," I responded.

"What about Ron and Ginny? And Harry?" she asked, sitting down.

I sat down next to her and put my arm around her.

"They already knew," I said mischievously.

"What? Why wasn't I informed?" Hermione said.

"Did you miss the part about me wanting to surprise you?" I asked, smiling.

Hermione smiled and kissed me again. "Mission accomplished."

I smiled happily, knowing Hermione was happy.

"Do you want your present now?" I asked excitedly. I really wanted to see your reaction.

"Of course!" she said. "You want yours?"

"No," I said seriously. Hermione smiled.

"I know you too well, Fred Weasley. Your sarcasm has no affect on me at all."

Hermione got up and walked up to her room. I pulled out my envelope. Harry and Ginny crossed the Common Room, holding hands, and smiled encouragingly before walking out of the portrait hole.

I took a deep breath as Hermione returned, handing me a box. Like a five-year-old, I had the wrapping paper off in a second.

"Wow," was all I could say. "Thank you," I said.

"You like it?" she asked apprehensively.

"Like it! I love it!"

I was still looking at the heartfelt present Hermione gave me. It was a five-photo holding frame holding three pictures, one parchment.

The first picture was on Platform 9¾. It was of the first time I had kissed Hermione. The second was from Zonko's, me covered in constricting Wand Goo, kissing Hermione when we finally told each other we liked each other. The third picture was from my first trip here to see her, when we were standing on the Pitch, me on my broom, getting ready to leave. The fourth one was of us in Zonko's again, after I had told her I loved her. The fifth was empty.

"The first one was the hardest. I had to ask almost every student in school to get a picture. A Hufflepuff sixth year had one though. Her parents had taken thousands of pictures of that day and thankfully, she had one of us. It was quite funny.

"The second one, Harry took. He knew what would happen and he had sneakily stolen Colin's camera and took it.

"The third one, Colin took. He was actually trying to get one of Harry playing Quidditch.

"The fourth picture… well, that one was fairly challenging too. Did you know that Zonko's has Security cameras? Not the Muggle ones, obviously magic ones, but cameras nonetheless. I had to search through piles of footage to find that one. But it was worth it.

"I couldn't think of anything to put in the fifth, but I'm sure we can get a picture of the two of us now to put in."

I was dumbfounded that she had gone through so much trouble to find some simple photos of us together at our happiest moments. I suddenly felt that my gift wasn't enough.

"Thank you," I said, kissing her forehead. I handed her the envelope. "I know it's not as big and it didn't involve searching for photos… it looks quite stupid now that I think about it but – "

"I'm sure it's lovely," Hermione interrupted. She tore open the envelope and began reading.

She can take a simple dress,
Put it on and turn some heads.
Man, every time she moves she gets me:
She doesn't even know she's sexy.

And the way she thinks sometimes,
Out of nowhere, she blows my mind.
She makes me laugh and makes me dream.
I love the way she looks at things.

You can't hide beautiful.
You can't hide wonderful.
There's nothing that she has to do,
It just comes natural.
She makes it look easy.
I love what she does to me.
No way to disguise,
The way that she shines.
You can't hide beautiful, oh no.


She might think she's just an ordinary girl,

But you can't hide beautiful.
You can't hide wonderful.
There's nothing that she has to do,
It just comes natural.
She makes it look easy.
I love what she does to me.
No way to disguise,
The way that she shines.
You can't hide beautiful

As she read, I could see tears in her eyes.

"Oh, Fred," she said as she finished. "Did you write this?"

"Yeah," I responded.(A/N: See author's note at the end of the chapter) I was hoping she wasn't going to say something horrible about it. Instead, she wrapped her arms around me, crying.

"I hope you're crying 'cause you're happy," I said apprehensively.

She pulled away. "Of course I'm happy! That was lovely, Fred. Thank you."

"Here," I said, pulling the parchment out of her hand. I then picked up the picture frame she had given me and Charmed the empty frame off. I then slipped the parchment into the frame and handed it back to her.

"Now you'll always know how much I love you and how beautiful I think you are," I said.

"Thank you," she said again.

I took my sleeve and wiped her happy tears away and then kissed her. She then curled up in my arms and we just sat there in front of the fire for the rest of the night.

A/M: Oh. That's the fluffiest I've ever written. I hope it wasn't o gag-worthy fluff. All right, about the song, it is sung by Aaron Lines and is owned by him or his production company or whatever. For the sake of plot, though, I wanted it to be Fred's, as it fit perfectly with the story. So, in this FanFic, it's Fred's, in the real world, it's Aaron Lines. I would've written my own poem, but I suck at poetry.