Anyway, this chapter made me have to boost the rating to teen. Yay for Ron and Hermione!

Title: Weasely Sweaters and Granger Socks
Author: yamihawkeye
Genre: General/Humor
Parings: HG/RW
Summary: As the newest to be wed, it's Hermione's job to host the Granger family Christmas party. That means muggle-proofing the house.
Dedicated to: My reviewers, especially BAGGE

Weasley Sweaters and Granger Socks
By: CheesyGoodness

"Ronald! For goodness sakes, put the Chudley Cannons poster in the box!"

Ron Weasely look forlornly at his young wife. "But... it needs me! We have a special bond!"

Hermione Weasely shook her head with a sigh. "Ron, your my husband and I love you... BUT PUT THAT POSTER IN THE BOX OR I'LL-"

"You'll what? Hex me? Can't be as bad as Ginny's Bat-Bogeys," her husband responded cheekily. His smirk quickly evaporated when he saw her raise her wand. "Okay okay!" He tossed the orange poster into the box. "Why do we have to do this bloody thing again?"

"Because," Hermione began, her tone clearly showed that she had explained this many times before, "The pictures on the wall move and my family are muggles! They don't know about me being a witch, and they aren't going to found out now either. Besides, there's no such thing as Quidditch in the muggle world, and the pictures move." She smiled sunnily when she saw Ron's face fall. "Come off it, Ronald. Its only for a weekend... Now, hand me that picture of your mother on the wall there. Thank you." the bushy-haired young woman tossed the image of Molly Weasely into the box. If she heard the woman's angry shouts she paid no heed.

Ron passed another picture to her before pausing thoughtfully. "'Mione?"

Hermione smiled a half smile at the old nickname. "Yes?"

"Won't they find it a bit... off?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we've been married for almost a 5 months now. Won't they find it odd that the house is so bare?" He guestered to the living room. It was true. Almost all of the furnishings the Weasely's owned were wizarding, so the room had been stripped to the bare minimum. There was a couch, a chair, a coffee table, and a few wooden cabinets/drawers along the wall. "Um, I'll borrow some stuff from George then," the brunette decided. Her husband's brothers, Fred and George Weasely, were married Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet respectively. Alicia seemed to share Arthur Weasely's fascination of Muggle items, only she just collected items, without enchanting them. "I'm taking the Floo Network dear. Keep sorting, alright?"

Ron nodded and continued to absentmindedly toss things into the boxes as Hermione was enveloped in green flames and vanished. An hour later, Hermione still hadn't come back, and Ron was slumped over on the couch, doozing off. His hand rested in a box of Bertie Bott's, and his mouth was slightly open, just enough to let drool come out. He lay there, coompletely oblivious to the brilliant flash of green flames, and Hermione stepping out of the fireplace.

"Ronald!" She shook his shoulder. "Wake up." Ronald mumbled something and opened his eyes.

"Oh, hi, Hermione. I was just taking a break ya know." He guestered about the room, still half asleep. "I finished the bathrooms too," he beamed groggily. Hermione smiled and plopped down on his lap.

"Well, Alicia and George are coming over in three hours with the furniture and other neccesities," she informed him.

Ron's yes took on a mischievious twinkle. "That's a lot of time."

"Mmmm..."

"I think I know something that we could do in three hours. Or for three hours," he continued.

Hermione silenced him with a deep kiss. Pulling back for a short moment she smirked, "I think I do too."

"OH BLOODY HELL! I DID NOT NEED TO SEE THAT!" George thundered. He saw what no brother wants to see- their sibling, with their wife, in their underwear, on the couch, doing a bit more than snogging.

Hermione and Ron sprang apart guiltily. "Bloody hell to you too mate! Don't you ever knock!" Ron shrieked, ears burning bright red.

"STOP TALKING AND GET SOME BLOODY CLOTHES ON!" George bellow right back. Hermione scurried and picked up the clothes, and both hid behind the couch to change as they heard George yelling to Alicia that he didn't want to lend them their furniture anymore.

"You can come out now!" Hermione called as she and Ron finished dressing, and the couple tentatively stepped out from the kitchen. The tension hung in the air.

"Ummm, let's go get the furniture," Alicia muttered. "It's in our car..." She paused before adding one last jest, "And no, you can not shag each other in it."

Ron and Hermione walked hurridly out towards the vehicle, both blushing like a tomato.

"This is Ronald, hmm? Looking good."

"I love your decorations, Hermione!"

"Where ever did you get this table, darling!"

"Such an intricate rug!"

"I see you caught a fine fish, eh? His father seems a bit odd, though."

Hermione's brown eyes shined with happiness as compliments flooded in, about both house and husband, and Ron strutted jauntily whenever he heard a compliment about him. The rest of the Weasley's were there as well. Molly was talking to a group of mothers, Bill, Fleur and Charlie were talking to some of the younger couples, and George and Fred were there with their wives, entertaining the young children. Arthur was either there or in heaven, the family couldn't decide. He flitted about from person to person, asking a bunch of questions and beaming with pride when he rambled off facts on blenders and rubber duckies, unnerving all the muggles. Ginny and Percy were not at the party, however. Molly had broken down in tears when she found out Percy wasn't coming, and Ginny insisted that she would stay behind and quote; "Get that bloody prat at that flaming party even if it killed her for Mum." George told Ron that it probably meant she was going to stay behind and snog her mysterious fiance. Ginny was engaged, but both her and the mystery man decided to surprise everyone at the wedding.

And thus the jolly festivities continued, with mingling and mayhem, and a couple of drinks; until it came time to open the gifts in the final hour.

Mrs. (Molly) Weasley jumped up onto the chair and motioned for her husband to hand her a large sack. Lifting it high in the air; she grinned at the Granger family's surprised faces.

"I just had to make everyone a Weasley Sweater!" she held up a small pink one and tossed it to little girl. "For EVERYONE!" Ron turned beet red beside her.

"Mum, please, these are people I want to like me," he mumbled.

The Granger's weren't about to be outdone. It became the battle of hideous clothes in one second.

"Really? I made something too," the party turned to see Grandmother Granger holding a bag. Hermione's face turned pale.

"Oh no," she whispered and Grandmother opened her mouth to speak.

"Presenting Granger socks!" The old lady cried and Hermione buried her face in her hands. Ron was tossed a pair and unwrapped it warily to find... the ugliest pair of socks, ever. The ones Dobby made Harry were made by an angel compared to these. One was olive green, the other, bright orange. the knitting was loose, it'd thicken in spots before becoming threadbare in others. Ron sighed and slipped his socks he was wearing off, and put the new ones on. It was scratchy and uncomfortable, but Ron smiled anyway.

"Thanks," Ron muttered, watching Fred's face contort in horror as well.

The party had ended. "Finally," I can take these stupid socks off!" Ron howled triumphantly and Hermione smacked him upside the head.

"Ron, its tradition!"

"Out with the old, in with the new!" Ron quipped, sliding the hidious orange sock off.

"That's New Years," Hermione groaned, then smiled lightly as she watched him take off the green one. "You know, I can think off more things you could take off."

"Mmmm..."

As the British would say- Happy Christmas! (Me sterotyping and proud.) REVIEW! (oops, reposting it under the wrong holiday. x-x)