A/N: I know I haven't written in a while, and for that I am extremely sorry. Life has been crazy. I don't have any sort of schedule made for my stories, so I'm not sure when I will update again, but it will not be like five months again. Thank you to everyone who is still reading this for your continued support. Much love- Bookworm

They danced. A lot. Fred, as it turned out, was actually a very good dancer. They took a break when George came over to them and begged them to come get drinks. They walked beside him and Angelina, the girls in the middle, and Hermione was holding gently onto Fred's hand.

Hermione's smile disappeared when Ron appeared in front of them, looking mad. He looked between Fred and Hermione and put his hands on his hips, glaring. Hermione bit her lip, she had known that Ron would react badly.

"Well hello little brother." Fred said cheerfully, and Ron scowled. Ron turned to Hermione, and pointed at her hand that was resting in Fred's.

"Him? You said yes to Fred?" Ron asked, and Hermione nodded.

"Yes, why?" She asked, confused as to why he was upset.

"Hermione, he's two years ahead of us." Ron hissed, and Hermione rolled her eyes.

"You wanted to ask Fleur to the ball, and she is seventeen." She said, and Fred squeezed her hand softly.

"That's different." Ron said, venom dripping from his voice.

"You're right, it is different, Fred and I are together, and you and Fleur are not." Hermione said. She glanced at Fred, who was beaming at her, then back at Ron, whose mouth was open in shock.

"You two…" He pointed between them, "are together?" He asked, and Hermione nodded firmly. "Oh god… wait till mum hears about this, she's going to lose it." He said, and at that statement, Hermione's heart sped up, she hadn't thought much about that fact yet.

"Yes, but we will worry about that when we go back home for Christmas." Fred said, wrapping his arm around Hermione's shoulders and steering her around Ron. They finally made it to the refreshments table, and Fred grabbed two bottles of butterbeer. "Here you go." He said, handing one to her, and she smiled to him in thanks. She took a sip, and looked up at him nervously. "Are you alright Hermione?" He asked, and she shrugged, Ron's comment had made her start thinking about how people would react to them being together.

"Fred, was Ron right? About your mum losing it?" Hermione asked, Fred gazed at her thoughtfully for a moment before he answered.

"Possibly, although I think it's more likely that she might lose it because you are the first girl I'll have brought home." He said, giving her a grin. She laughed and suddenly, George and Angelina were next to them once more.

"Well that was tense." George said cheerfully, And Fred laughed.

"Our sweet little brother, trying to watch out for our Hermione girl." Fred laughed, wrapping an arm around her as he said it. She smiled and glanced over to where Ron was, he was still there, now he was speaking with Harry. Fred noted where she was looking and grabbed the butterbeer back from her.

"Maybe we should head up to bed, we have to pack so we can leave tomorrow." Fred said gently, and she nodded her head in agreement. She and Fred said goodnight to George and Angelina before heading up to the Gryffindor common room.

They walked in silence for a while before Fred finally spoke.

"Don't let what he said spook you Hermione. It's going to be fine, alright?" He asked, and she nodded her head. "Hermione." He said, as he stopped o the stairs, and she turned to face him.

"Yeah?" She asked.

"It's going to be fine." He repeated, and she smiled at him.

"Okay Fred." She said, and at his name coming from her mouth, he grinned.

"So… are we official then?" He asked her, as they started to walk again, and she laughed.

"Might as well be, you did take me to a ball after all." She said as they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. "Yuletide." Hermione said, and they climbed into the common room together.

"Well in that case, goodnight." Fred said, pulling her into a hug and kissing her forehead. He pulled away, and chuckled when he saw her red cheeks. "I'll see you bright and early to catch that train." He said, and she nodded.

"Night Fred." She said softly.

"Night Hermione."