AN-Thanks for the reviews…they're awesome. And some of you asked if this was gonna be a Harry/Hermione or Ron/Hermione…well it's going to be Harry/Hermione by the end…sorry Ron/Hermione shippers…I'm a total HHR shipper. lol

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Recap

So I'm gonna be spending Christmas with the Weasleys and Harry. Wait a second…and Harry! I'm gonna be Hermione when I'm staying there! That's a good thing and a bad thing though. I could spend more time with Harry as a girl, but then again, I would have to be careful about what I saw and such…I'm a smart girl though, I can handle.

I mean, how hard could it be? Staying with the Weasleys and Harry for awhile. It can't be that bad!

Transfiguration Classroom-Right after class

"Are you sure you don't mind, Aunt Minerva?" I asked, "I could stay at Hogwarts if you want. Keep you company."

"No, it's fine, dear. Enjoy your time with the Weasleys, they really are a nice family. All of them have been in Gryffindor, you know? Fine Qudditch players they are. Except for Percy that is…he was always, errr, different from the other Weasleys." Aunt Minerva remarked.

"Yeah, well, are you sure you won't be lonely?" I pressed.

"No, no! I have Albus to keep me company!" Aunt Minerva said happily.

Too much information.

"Okay..whatever you say.." I muttered. I flung my book bag over my shoulder, and walked towards the door, where Harry was waiting.

"What are you still doing here? Don't you have to get to Quidditch practice?" I questioned him.

"Ye- Yeah," he stammered, "But I've got to ask McGonagall something real quick. You don't have to wait."

Ok, well that was strange..what would Harry want to ask Aunt Minerva? I must remember to ask her at dinner today…

Hallway

"Hey, Aunt Minerva," I asked her while we were making our way towards the Great Hall for dinner, "What'd Harry ask you today, you know, after class?"

"Funny you should mention that, Hermione," (AN-When they're alone, and Hermione's a guy, McGonagall still calls Hermione, err, Hermione) Aunt Minerva said, "It seems that young Mr. Potter met a certain niece of mine last Hogsmeade visit."

"Uhmm..yeah…I was gonna tell you that…" I replied nervously. Desperate to change the subject, "Well, what did he ask about me?"

"It just so happens that he was wondering where my dear, dear niece lived, because he wanted to owl her," Aunt Minerva mockingly, chuckling at my embarrassment.

"Well, what'd you say?" I asked curiously.

"Nothing…I said I was bust and told him to ask Miss. Weasley," Aunt Minerva said as a matter-of-factly.

"Knowing Ginny, she's probably gonna say something extremely idiotic. I've gotta go find her, see you later, Aunt Minerva," I called to her as I rushed down the stairs and into the Great Hall, where dinner already began.

I made my way to the usual spot at the Gryffindor table. Ron, Seamus, and Dean were in a rather intense argument about which Quidditch teams would make it the World Cup, which was quite soon. Just a couple weeks after Christmas Break. I spotted Ginny squirming in her seat next to Harry, who seemed to be asking Ginny something. Drats..I'm too late.

"What do you mean you don't know where she lives? I thought you guys were friends," Harry said accusingly.

"Err..well we are! It's just that..uhm.." Ginny stammered.

This was probably a good time to interrupt.

"Hey Ginny. Harry," I said nodding my head in acknowledgment.

"Hey, Herman," Harry said distractedly, still keeping his stern gaze on Ginny.

"Herman!" Ginny said, relieved, "Err, we were just talking about Hermione..you know what girl I told you about? Harry here was wondering where she lived, so he could owl her. I told you where she lived remember?" Ginny said gritting her teeth, and she kicked me rather hard in the shin.

Oww! That hurt. I didn't say anything, but I bit my tongue to stop myself from crying out in pain. Well, for kicking me, I'm gonna watch her squirm for a bit.

"Really? You told me? I must have forgotten…why are you asking me anyways? Harry's the one that wants to know," I said mockingly.

Ginny glared daggers at me, but I pretended I didn't notice.

Harry continued to look at Ginny expectantly, until she said, "Well, it doesn't matter where she lives currently. It's not like you can see her anyways…" She dragged on slowly, as though contemplating whether or not to say something. "What matters is that you're staying at the Burrow over Christmas Break, right?" Ginny asked.

Harry nodded his head slowly, trying to comprehend why Ginny was asking him such a random question.

Harry's face seemed to glow when he finally understood what Ginny was saying, "You don't mean-"

"Yea. Hermione's staying at the Burrow with us for Christmas. You can spend all the time you want with her. I could even conjure up some mistletoe for you if you want," Ginny said mischievously.

Harry immediately looked away, and began stuffing his face with mash potatoes.

I guess I deserve this…That reminds to me once again never get Ginny mad. I scanned the table, looking for food to eat to cover my reddening face. Not finding anything, I almost convinced myself to drown myself in pumpkin juice. Almost, but not quite. That's probably what Ginny wanted me to do. Honestly, sometimes I have no idea why Ginny and I are such good friends.

One Week Later- Morning Of Winter Break

Great Hall-Breakfast

"When are you guys leaving?" I asked Ginny, Ron, and Harry.

"Uhmm…now what I think about it, we should be leaving in about fifteen minutes," Ron said, looking at his watch.

Shoot. That's it? I've got to get up to the dormitory and pack…why didn't I pack yesterday? Oh yeah, Ron and Seamus were up all night playing Wizard's Chess..morons.

"I forgot to finish my potions essay…I think I'm gonna go upstairs and finish it now," I said randomly.

"Essay? It's the holidays, Herman!" Ron said incredulously.

"Err, well, you know me! I always like to finish my homework early. Gives me free time to..err…read," I said lamely, realizing I didn't really have any hobbies. I've got to get out more often….

Harry and Ron both looked at me strangely, but Ginny thought nothing of it, and pulled me roughly off the bench, causing Neville to spill orange juice on himself. Poor boy, really unlucky, he is.

"Well, you better get going and do some homework, Herman," Ginny said in an overly enthusiastic voice, then she, very clearly, winked at me. I've got to teach Ginny how to act. I mean, who winks at someone when everyone's like watching? Only a master of secrecy would do that! …I must stop her from being around Dean so much…his idiocy might rub off on her. Oh wait, it already did.

"Uhh…yea…" I said slowly, and I bid farewell to Harry, Ron, and Ginny, wishing them happy holidays, and that I would see them when classes started again.

Ginny burst out laughing when I said have a good vacation, and see you in a couple weeks (AN- In my story, Christmas break is going to be….3 weeks I think? I was gonna make it shorter..but I wanted lots of stuff to happen at the Burrow, I might shorten it though. If I do, I'll tell you guys).

"Why is that funny?" Harry asked curiously.

"Cause you're actually gonna see him at the Bu-" Ginny started, until I stole a glance at her.

Jeez…how dense can someone get?

"Never mind," Ginny said quickly, and walked quickly towards the staircases, "I'm gonna go and get my trunk. You coming, Herman?"

"Uhh..yeah," I replied running after Ginny, "See you guys after Christmas break!" I called to Harry and Ron.

"Yeah, yeah," Ron answered nonchalantly "See ya!"

"Bye!" Harry called.

Burrow- Later in the Day

"You take care of yourself, okay? I'm sure Molly and Arthur will take excellent care of you….Watch out for the twins, though. Two of the worst pranksters I've ever dealt with," Aunt Minerva said in a serious tone. How bad could they be?

"I will, Aunt Minerva. Thanks for apparating me here. How'd you do it anyways? I thought apparition was impossible on Hogwarts' grounds. That's what Hogwarts: A History says anyways…" I said logically.

"I just asked Albus for a favor. Said I needed to visit my sick nephew for while. You know what? For being one of the wisest wizards of our era, he can be a tad on the slow side sometimes," Aunt Minerva said casually.

I'm appalled. I've always thought Aunt Minerva highly respected Dumbledore. Weird…

"Uhh…okay then…" I said sarcastically, "I'll owl you every once in awhile, okay? Tell you what's going on and such."

"That's fine. You don't have to owl me that often. I'll be quite busy over break…" Aunt Minerva said nervously.

One word. Awkward.

"…I think I'm gonna go now, Aunt Minerva," I replied quickly, trying to get away from my deranged aunt, "Mrs. Weasley should be waiting, right?"

"Yes, she is," Aunt Minerva answered, just as quickly, "I'll be going now." And without another word, she apparated, leaving me standing outside the Burrow.

Why's she in such a rush to get back to Hogwarts? Maybe back to Dumbledore to…

Ewwwww. Sick thoughts….I'm scarred for life.

I shook my head, clearly my head of any, errr, images, still in my head.

I took time to gaze at the Weasleys' home, which looked like a lopsided hotel. I'm amazed it's not tipping over.

Well, here goes nothing.

I knocked on the door lightly. Knock. Knock.

Within two seconds, the door flung open, revealing a rather plump woman with flaming red hair. No doubt, this was Mrs. Weasley.

"Hi, Mrs. Weasley. You probably don't know me, but I'm Ginny's friend…" I said awkwardly. I just stood there like a complete moron pulling my trunk behind me, for what seemed like 5 minutes. And when she didn't respond, I continued, "Err..my name's Hermio-"

And all of a sudden, Mrs. Weasley's face immediately shined with excitement, "Oh, of course!! Hermione! Ginny told me one of the Beauxbatons friends would be coming. I expected you to be somewhat different though. You know, I my daughter-in-law that went to Beauxbatons. Quite a snob- I mean, errr, it doesn't matter," Mrs. Weasley said hurriedly, "Come in, come in!" and she yanked me in through the old doorway.

"I didn't expect you so soon," Mrs. Weasley said, but then noticed my embarrassed face, "No need to worry! It's quite alright. I was beginning to get lonely by myself anyways. Ginny and the others should be here soon." She paused to look over at the clock. I glanced over as well, and noticed the hand with Ginny and Rons' face pointed at traveling.

"Are you hungry? I could whip up some soup for you if you want," Mrs. Weasley asked kindly. I thought about it, but decided against it. It'd be kinda weird sitting there eating by myself.

"Thanks, but I think I'll wait for the others," I replied.

"Do you want to unpack your stuff, then? Ginny's room near the top, just follow the stairs, and you should hit it. It might be a little cramped though. You'll be sharing with Ginny and another friend of hers…Lana?"

"Luna," I corrected.

"Yeah, that's what I meant," said Mrs. Weasley, her ears turning red. No wonder Ron and Ginny's ears turn red when they're embarrassed…family thing.

30 Minutes Later

I'm sure Ginny and Luna won't mind me taking up another drawer...So, I stuffed the rest of my clothes in. I flopped onto the tiny bed, the stomach rumbling. I should have taken Mrs. Weasley's offer…For some reason, Ginny and the others were late. They were supposed to be here 20 minutes ago. Then, all of a sudden…

"Hermione! Sorry, we're late. Dad hit a fire hydrant while he was driving." Ginny said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Then Luna barged into the room as well. "It's those darn jungibees! They take over your body and cause you to do foolish things! It must have taken over your father, Ginny!" cried Luna.

"Rubbish," I muttered to myself.

Luna glanced over, and saw me standing there. "What are you doing here?" asked Luna, mockingly.

"I invited her," said Ginny calmly.

It's strange. It doesn't matter if I'm a guy or a girl. Luna and I still don't get along.

Then, out of the blue, Luna asked me, "Are you feeling okay?"

"Of course I'm fine," I snapped.

"You know, ink fumes can kill you! Haven't you been reading The Quibbler? They talked all about it last issue," Luna said, as a matter of factly.

"Well, you know what? I'm feeling perfectly fine," I said, annoyed.

Ginny looked at us with worried eyes….Great. Now she's making me feel bad. Well, since she invited me to stay here, I might as well do something in return. Like be nice to Luna. No matter how dreadful it is.

"But I know some people who got, err, poisoned, by..uhmm..ink," I muttered awkwardly, "I'm probably immune."

Wow, Hermione. Great lie. Being immune to ink.

Luna looked at me strangely, then said, "I'm getting hungry. Do you think your Mom could cook some dinner?" to Ginny.

That's the most logical thing I've heard Luna say today. I'm starving.

"Yeah, of course!" said Ginny, relieved.

And so, the three of us walked down the cramped staircase all the way to the last floor, where Mrs. Weasley was bustling across the kitchen, barking orders at all the men. It seems that the whole Weasley clan arrived while I was upstairs.

"FRED, GEORGE! STOP FEEDING THE TOMATOES TO THE GNOMES!" yelled Mrs. Weasley to two identical red-haired boys, who grinned sheepishly at their mother. Must be the twins Aunt Minerva told me about…

"Bill, go get Fleur, okay? And Charlie! Go get Percy from his room, will you? He's locked himself in there since he got home," she said, with concern in her voice.

"He's probably writing to his secret lover, Mom! You know, Filch?" exclaimed Fred-or- George.

The two older brothers, Charlie and Bill, I think, burst out laughing. But I don't get what's so funny. Honestly, I feel bad for Ginny sometimes…being stuck in a family full of boys.

"Oh, Hermione, dear," Mrs. Weasley acknowledged, "Take a seat somewhere. Dinner should be ready soon." So Ginny and I walked down the hall, over to the couch, and sat down, when Mrs. Weasley yelled over to us. Luna had disappeared…she probably ran off to find the gnomes.

"Ginny!" her voice echoed, "Go help Ron set the table will you? And Harry," I heard her say, "Go sit down somewhere. You're probably really tired…Take a seat next to Ginny's friend, Hermione, if you like. She's down the hall."

Ginny sighed, got up and walked out of the room, leaving me there by myself. A couple seconds later, I heard footsteps making there way down that hall. Soon after, Harry's head popped up from the side of the door. He slowly made his way across the room, and sat down awkwardly next to me. The couch seems a lot smaller now…he's just a couple inches away….I could scoot over just a bit…

"Err..Hi," Harry said, breaking my day dreams.

"Hey," I replied nervously.

We sat there, for what seemed like an eternity, just waiting for the other to speak up.

"Uhm, I didn't know you were going to be here," Harry said hopefully, trying to start conversation.

What is he talking about? He knew very well I was going to be here…Maybe he's just as nervous as I am…Yeah, right. He probably doesn't even want to talk to me…

"Oh, really? I didn't know you were going to be here either," I lied.

A blanket of silence covered us once again, so I looked around the room to occupy myself. I glanced over at the door, where I saw an ear sticking out. Yes, a human ear. Well, not an ear ear. It was an ear, attached to a long, fleshy, piece of string.

I glanced over at Harry, "What in the worl-"

Harry cut me off, "Nice weather we're having, aren't we?" He said nervously.

I looked out the window. It was raining. "What are you talking about? It's raining…" I replied confused. Then I grabbed him by the shoulders, and turned him to face the door. "You see it?" I asked, pointing at the door.

"Uhm, no," Harry said, nervousness still in his voice. I glanced over at the door. The ear was gone.

"Nevermind," I muttered. Did I imagine it? Before I could figure out whether or now I was mental..Ron burst through the door.

"TIME FOR DINNER!" Ron yelled. No need to yell…you're only four feet away…

"Yeah, okay," Harry replied, "Come on," he said, pointing me to the door.

Ron blushed when he noticed me there, and said quietly, "Hey, Hermione."

"Hey," I replied. It was so weird…Ron's never this polite to me. Boys and their hormones…

The three of us made our way into the kitchen, where a tornado seemed to have hit. Pots and pans were flying everywhere, forks and knives were soaring. One of the knives almost hit Charlie's, errr, privates. That would not have been a pretty sight.

"Oh, hello, Hermione, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said kindly, "We're gonna be eating outside, it's much too crowded in here." And she pushed us towards the backyard, where a long table was set with 13 chairs.

Luna and Ginny were already seated at the table, along with Fred and George—who seemed out of breath for some reason-- and Bill and Fleur. Looking at them made my eyes water, they were so…sappy. Bill was feeding Fleur mash potatoes like a baby. Get a room.

Mr. Weasley and Charlie were in the kitchen, helping Mrs. Weasley carry the rest of the dishes outside. Within five minutes, all 13 of us of situated at the table. Mr. Weasley at the head of the table, next to Mrs. Weasley. Percy came next, then Luna. Not surprisingly, Luna was the only person that Mrs. Weasley could get to sit next to Percy. Next to Luna was Ginny, then myself. And to my disgust, on the other side of me was Fleur., and next to her, of course, was Bill. Great. How am I supposed to eat now? Next to Bill was Charlie, then Fred and George, Harry, and finally Ron. Ironically, Harry was sitting straight across from me, and Ron was diagonal. Oh great, Ron..he's probably gonna spit food at me again.

"Help yourselves!" said Mrs. Weasley, and scooped up some vegetables onto her plate. Soon after, Mr. Weasley, Ron, Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie dived into the food. I can see where they get their manners….

When they were done piling their plates, Ginny, Luna, Percy, Harry, and myself slowly put some food on our plates. Curiosity took the better of me, and I glanced over at Fleur.

I wish I had a time-turned…cause I could've lived without seeing that.

Dinner was actually going well. Except Mrs. Weasley was like force feeding me.

"Hermione, dear, you're much too skinny. Eat up," Mrs. Weasley said. And I'm not the only one. She was practically forcing food down everyone's throat. Except for Fleur that is. I get the feeling that Mrs. Weasley doesn't like her very much…

I was mostly talking to Ginny and Luna the whole time, but I couldn't help but notice Fred and George harassing Harry. They kept on whispering things to him, and they would always look over at me, grinning mischievously. Then Harry would turn red, shake his head, and turn away. But they didn't stop. It got so bad that Harry had to excuse himself to the bathroom before Fred or George slipped veritaserum into his pumpkin juice. Ron was too busy eating to notice.

"Hey, Ginny? Do you know what your brothers are talking to Harry about?" I questioned.

"Probably something stupid. Or asking him ideas for their joke shop," Ginny said logically.

"Joke shop? The actually own a joke shop?" I said sarcastically.

"Yeah, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. It's doing quite well too. They sell everything there…Skiving Snackboxes, Pygmy Puffs, Extendable Ears, Fake Wan-"

"Extendable ears?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah…they're used to eavesdrop on people, you know? We have them laying across the house everywhere. We use them to listen in on Mom and Dad sometimes…" Ginny trailed off.

"Is it a long, fleshy piece of string, with an ear at the end?" I asked, thinking back to the ear I saw when I was on the couch with Harry.

"Yeah, they are! How'd you know?"

"Well, when I sitting over there with Harry…you know after you left? I saw an ear sticking out from the door! I thought I was going mental!"

Ginny started laughing, "It was probably Fred and George listening in on you guys!"

"Not funny, Ginny!" I objected, "Why would they want to eavesdrop on us anyways?"

"I have no clue," Ginny said, but then added, "I have my own supply of extendable ears, you know? We could do our own share of eavesdropping after dinner…."

After Dinner

And that was how Ginny and I wound up crouched up in the bathroom, our heads pushed together towards the ear, straining to hear the conversations going on downstairs, in Fred and George's room.

"I've got to go to the bathroom, you guys," I heard Ron's voice say.

Bathroom? "We should go, Ginny!" I whispered urgently.

"There's another one downstairs..Ron wouldn't come to this one," Ginny whispered back, "Now be quiet! I can't hear what they're saying!"

I heard the door slam shut. What's wrong with Ron? How could he have not seen the ear? Well, not my problem. It's a good thing he didn't see it. Or Ginny and I would be in big trouble.

"Now that Ron's gone," said Fred-or-George slyly, "Let's get down the business."

"What, err, business?" Harry asked nervously.

"The business..or should I say, the problem is, Harry. You're worst than Ron when it comes to talking to girls. And that's saying something!"

"Wha-What are you talking about?"

"Everyone can tell you like that Hermione girl!"

"I do not!" I heard Harry say quickly.

"You're even worse at lying!" said Fred or George, "It's soooo obvious. That's why you were so nervous you couldn't say anything when you were in the living room with her!"

"So it was you guys! You know, she saw the ear! And I made some lame excuse to save your arses! I told her we were having nice weather!"

"What's so bad about that?" Fred or George asked stupidly.

"It's raining!" yelled Harry.

Then Fred and George burst out laughing.

"It's not funny! She probably thinks I've gone mental!"

"We'll make it up to you! We'll conjure up some mistletoe for you, okay? You can snog her senseless!" And then they burst out laughing again.

"Shut up!" I heard Harry yell.

By this time, I was blushing so fiercely, my face was as red as a tomato.

"You're such a prude!" I heard Fred or George say.

Harry was about to say some, errr, foul language, until Ron burst through the door.

"You guys, look! Isn't that one of your extendable ears?" Ron yelled.

"What are you talking about?" I heard Fred or George say, then I heard walking towards the door.

"Ginny!" I whispered, "Pull the ear back in!"

"Okay, okay!" she said, and tugged on the fleshy piece of string.

"Hurry! They're pulling it back!" I heard someone say.

Soon after the ear was safely back in Ginny's pocket, rapid footsteps began making their way towards us.

"Let's go!" I whispered urgently.

"No time! They'll know it was me!" Ginny said, scared, "They'll murder me!...unless…"

I waited for her to continue, "When they come pounding on the door, just say you're taking a shower or something okay? They won't dare come in!"

Before I could object, the pounding on the door that Ginny predicted came.

"GINNY! We know you're in there!" Fred or George yelled.

"I'm friends with you and all, Ginny. But if you heard any of that, I'll- I'll…" Harry stuttered.

Ginny mouthed to me, "Hurry up!"

"Uhmm..It's Hermione actually….not Ginny. I'm kinda taking a shower. Me, Hermione, not Ginny!" I said lamely.

I saw Ginny slap her forehead in frustration.

I heard Harry and Ron laugh nervously, "Sorry, our mistak-"

"No, no, no," Fred or George said mockingly, "I don't hear the water turned on!"

"That's cause I just finished! I'm changing now!" I lied.

"Oh, really? How do we know you're not lying about that too?" Fred or George yelled back.

"Just let it go," I heard Harry whisper, "Ginny's not in there!"

Fred and George ignored them, "Well?" they said.

"Aguamenti," Ginny whispered, and a stream of water sprouted out from her wand. She directed it towards my hair, I opened my mouth to scream, but she covered it, "Be quiet!" She pulled my shirt up over my damp hair, leaving only my tank top. I opened my mouth in protest, but let her go on with it. She grabbed a towel then wrapped it under my armpits, and pushed the straps of my tank top down. So from the waist up, it seemed like I had just come out of the shower! Smart, Ginny, really smart.

I opened the door, and stuck my head out, far enough for them to get the idea that I had indeed been taking a shower.

"Happy now?" I asked, making my voice sound rude.

Ron and Harry blushed furiously, while Fred and George looked highly amused.

"Actually, yes. Yes we are," Fred or George said mockingly.

They are sooo perverted.

Ron looked over at me, "Let's go!" he muttered, and dragged Fred and George down the stairs.

"Sorry," Harry said meekly, and hurried after them.

I closed the door, and slid to the floor in relief.

"You're getting good at lying, Hermione! I've taught you well!" Ginny said confidently.

"Yeah," I said breathlessly, "What a rush…"

Ginny chuckled, "The next three weeks are going to be soooo fun!" she said excitedly. And she pulled me up from the ground, "Come on, let's go! Before they come back!"

I obligated, and followed her up the stairs. The coming weeks are going to be fun…but they're also gonna be extremely awkward….

Chapter 4! Sorry for the late update! I've been busy…so much homework. And I went to a High School Musical Concert over the weekend too, for those of you that liked that movie! lol! I saw planning on Luna finding out about Herman this chapter, but I didn't feel it was the right time yet. So yeah…

Thanks for the reviews! Someone said it would be funny it a real girl started liking Herman…that's a great idea! I might put it in later on…if anyone has any other suggestions, please tell me! Till chapter 5, Bye!

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