"I hate maroon!" Ron grumbled pulling on his annual Weasley jumper in a dull faded maroon. "Why does it always have to be maroon?"

"Maroon's not that bad," Harry replied pulling on his own bright green jumper.

"Not that bad? Harry I look like a radish!"

"Well just think if it were orange you'd look like a carrot. Or is it was green you'd look like cabbage. Or if it were yellow you'd be a squa-"

"Alright Harry enough with the vegetables!" Ron moaned running down to breakfast. "Morning mum," He said with a large smile plastered across his face.

"Oh Ron you look so cute in your new jumper. I picked the maroon specially for you. I know how much you like it," Mrs. Weasley exclaimed excitedly. "You look so adorable!"

"Yes like a delectable little radish," Harry smiled wickedly at Ron watching his face turn the color of his jumper.

"Yes Harry I think you're a 'delectable little radish' also," Ginny grinned joining them at the breakfast table followed closely by Hermione.

Harry went pink loosing all sense of himself until he managed to sputter a few words, "I'm- delectable- not- radish," but then looked very perplexed at what he had just said.

"I'm sure you're very delectable Harry," Hermione joked at Harry expense seeing as he was now almost as red as Ron had been moments ago.

"I meant Ron's the 'delectable little radish' not me," Harry eventually managed to get out.

"Like you would know," Ron joked.

"Alright you four stop being so immature," Mrs. Weasley nagged although she herself was smiling at their friendly banter.

"It's snowing," Ginny exclaimed, "how about a snowball fight?"

They all agreed that a snowball fight would be appropriate considering they were o break and had nothing better to do with their day.

After several hours of pelting each other with snow they all collapsed in the snow exhausted. Ginny began to make a snow angel while Harry stood by eventually helping to pull her up so she wouldn't ruin her creation. He then whispered something in her ear and they both ran off toward the house laughing all the way.

"Where do you think they're going?" Ron asked as he watched his best friend and his baby sister enter the house and disappear.

"Inside I suppose," Hermione said giggling slightly at her boyish response.
"My god you're turning into me!" Ron said mocking her.

"Am not," she cried as though it seemed as though he had been accusing her of something.

"Well you sure do sound like me," he replied smiling at her.

She didn't reply but instead burrowed herself further into her jacket although it didn't seem to help warm her because she was still shaking.

"A bit cold are you?" Ron said watching her tremble.

"Well I'm all wet plus I'm sitting in a pile of snow," she replied through blue lips.

Ron pulled off his jacket and then his new dry maroon sweater offering it to her. "Here I'll trade you," he said looking concerned and her rapidly purpling face.

"No it's okay then you'll be cold," she replied although it was obvious she wanted it.

"I'll be fine plus you're turning purple," he replied shoving it at her.

And so she put it on and gave him her sopping wet navy blue one. "That's much better," she said smiling at him and curling her hands up into the much too long sleeves.

"Good. Now what do you say we go get some hot chocolate?" he smiled pulling her to her feet.

"Sounds lovely," she replied also grinning.

As they walked back to the house Ron couldn't help but notice how his jumper seemed to go so nicely with her long brown hair and how much she seemed to be enjoying it as she hugged it close to herself when she felt a chill coming.

When they entered the house they found Harry and Ginny sitting watching the blazing fire with their own cups of hot chocolate.

"Well I think I'll go change," Ron muttered then climbed the stairs to his bright orange bedroom. After looking through his drawers for a little he pulled on his maroon jumper he'd gotten for Christmas last year, despite it being a bit small, and stumbled back downstairs to find Harry sitting alone by the fire although he was watching Ron this time.

"So Hermione was wearing your jumper," he said smiling cheekily.

"I suppose," Ron replied trying to sound nonchalant.

"And now I see you are also wearing one, despite it in fact being maroon," Harry was smiling much too broadly for Ron's liking, but he also found himself doing the same.

"Maroon's not that bad, Harry."

"I know Ron. I know."