A/N: Okay, I'm seriously sorry it's up late (begs for forgiveness), I just had major writers block. Okay no more excuses, I promise. Please review (and you can yell at me if you want) ^_^ love, Ty Riles.

Chapter Three

Christmas Holiday and the winter weather seemed to sneak up on Hogwarts, hand in hand. It was last day before the end of term and outside there was a flurry of bright-white snowflakes. The wind was so strong that there was a fear among the students that their presents might be lost.

Hermione sat in potions class that very day, lazily mixing her Sleepless Solution. On either sides of her, Harry and Ron were having major problems.

"Pathetic, Potter," came Snape's cold voice behind them. Harry's eyes narrowed dangerously as he watched their professor stalk away to praise Malfoy.

"At least he didn't take any points away," Hermione pointed out, adding powered unicorn's horn to her potion.

"I'll be glad to go a whole week with out looking at his face," Ron said, "I'm going back home with George for Christmas."

"Oh George is going too?" Hermione asked, trying to sound casual. The thing was, since their "date" last weekend, Hermione and George had been seeing more of each other, and she was sure that wasn't part of the plan. But Hermione liked George, whether it was in a friendly way or more she didn't quite know. All she knew was that she liked spending time with him. He could always make her laugh, even if she was having a bad day. Just the night before, they had stayed up until after 1 'o clock in the Common Room, just talking.

Hermione's stomach squirmed guiltily. All this time she had been with George and she hadn't even thought of asking him what he and Fred were planning. She knew Harry and Ron would not be pleased because "becoming emotionally involved with the target" was not part of the Holy plan. Hermione had told them that she and George had a normal time and he stayed tight-lipped about the secret. Right.

Hermione jumped up as fast as she could when she heard the bell signaling the end of the period ring. She climbed the Grand Staircase with Ron and Harry and headed towards Gryffindor Tower. After they dropped off their bags in their dormitories, the three of them headed down to dinner.

"Ah, beef stew!" Ron said happily, spooning himself more than a fair amount. He pushed the dish towards Hermione, who thankfully filled her own bowl.

"Ready for phase two?" Harry asked Hermione quietly, his mouth full of bread.

Hermione furrowed her brow. Phase two? Oh no not the pl-

"Since you got nothing out of George, you can, er, seduce Fred." Ron whispered.

"What?" Hermione gasped. She didn't want to seduce Fred. Yeah she knew it was the whole idea in the beginning, but she never thought she'd developed feelings for one of the twins. She quickly tried to erase that thought from her mind. She wasn't developing feelings for George. She just couldn't...

Sunlight reflected off the bright snow and shone intensely through the dormitory windows. Hermione rolled over in her warm, four-poster bed. It was Christmas morning. She pushed back her hangings and scrambled to the end of her bed.

"How thoughtful," Lavender squealed, who was holding up a silver charm bracelet, "It's from Seamus."

Hermione smiled sleepily and picked up a parcel. It was a beautiful black, wool jacket from her parents. She ran her hands across the soft fleece inside. Her next gift was Ron. Hermione giggled as she pulled back the wrappings on a stuffed cat that looked remotely like Crookshanks. Harry had given a gorgeous gold chain with a small pendant at the end. She ripped through her other presents from Hagrid and some of her fellow roommates, including Ginny. Hermione glanced down at the last gift. It stood out beautifully against the shreds of brown parchment that littered the floor. It was rectangular and wrapped in shiny gold foil, secured with red tinsel. She picked it up curiously and turned it over in her hands. There was no nametag. She shrugged and carefully pulled the wrappings apart.

Hermione pulled back the paper to reveal a beautiful, leather bound book. It looked old and the peeling gold letters read Hogwarts: A History. She turned it over in her hands and flipped through the delicate pages. Just then a note fell out and drifted towards the floor. She picked it up and read:

Hermione-

Merry Christmas! I hope this got to you O.K., Percy let me borrow Hermes. I knew you loved this book from what Ron told me, and I came across this book in Hogsmeade, while we were on our date! I had quite the trouble hiding it from you. I thought it would be special because the shop owner told me it was the first version written by Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin themselves, 50 years after the school was built. Well I hope you have a very happy holiday, I can't wait to see you when I get back.

Love George

Hermione grinned broadly to herself, rereading the note. She remembered the gift she sent him with her owl, Athena. It was a Broom Servicing Kit, just like the one she had given Harry during their third year. Like Harry, George was an avid Quidditch player.

That afternoon Hermione went outside with Harry, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnegan, Fred Weasley, and a few other Gyffindor's. They had an absolute snow battle. Just as Hermione was packing a perfect snowball in her hands, she saw Harry whisper something in Fred's ear and she couldn't help but noticed they were looking her way. A moment later Fred came charging at her and knocked her playfully into the snow. They lay there, unable to breathe because they were laughing so hard. He climbed up and helped Hermione to her feet. They spent the rest of the time teaming up and going after the first years.

Just as the sun began to set all of them went inside for a change of clothes and some hot chocolate. Hermione sat on a couch in the Common Room between Fred and Harry. She was lazily resting her head against Harry's chest and had her feet in Fred's lap. Dean sat opposite of them in an armchair and winked at Hermione. What was that suppose to mean? She asked herself as she giggled. She quickly checked out her surroundings. Here she was cuddling with two guys, and Dean must know about George. Oh great, Hermione thought, this so wasn't her. Could she handle three guys?

A/N: First off it's not a H/H (I think...mwahaha), she and Harry are just close friends (or are they). Her real problem is with the twins. Will Hermione be good when George is on holiday? Please review (evil laugh). Once again I apologize for the lateness. I'll try not to have that happen again. Love Ty.

Disclaimer: I own none of the people, places or things.

Next Chapter: Hermione's Other Boys, Hermione spends the rest of the holiday with Harry and Fred. Will anything happen? What will George say when he gets back? See what happens (sounds like a cheesy soup opera commercial, sorry). Date due: February 4.