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Fred & George's POV
Fred and George were down to the last customer of the day. They both promised to attend the dinner at the Burrows. They don't usually attend dinner there, but on occasion, they tend to join their family.
The two of them have dated Hermione for half a year now. The dates have been the greatest times of their lives. When Fred and George talked to each other about Hermione, they discussed that they both fell in love with Hermione and decided not to fight each other about it.
"Will you stop fidgeting!" Fred hissed at his twin as he gave the rest of the galleons to the kid buying the extendable year. Meanwhile, George was pacing back and forth as if he was trying out for a marathon.
"We're meeting her parents, Fred! Of course, I'm nervous, aren't you?!" George waved his hands up in the air with exaggeration.
"Of course I am nervous; I just have a better time hiding my emotions than you," Fred snickered as he closed the cash register one last time.
"Are you ready or not? We have to leave in ten minutes," George said with a pointed look and pointed his wand at his shirt to charm it to change into something more excellent.
"Yes, yes, I'm ready," Fred rolled his eyes and charmed himself with fancier dress robes.
George glanced at him nervously. "Did you," he bit his lip. "Did you find more info about H-a-n-u-k-k-a-h?" He asked while trying to pronounce the holiday.
Fred took something out of his pocket and handed him some notes. "Not much, but from what I gather, it's a holiday about a battle at a holy temple in Jerusalem. And a group of people called M-a-c-a-b-e-e?"
George wrinkled his nose. "Why is the holiday eight days?"
"King Antiochus abolished Judaism and outlawed the observance of holidays. The Maccabees, who were the Jews, revolted, and the king desecrated the temples. After the war, the Maccabees returned to the temple to clean it up. There is a candle candelabra called the Menorah, which has nine holders. The Maccabees reclaimed the temple and relit the Menorah. They only found one small dose of olive oil, which lasted eight days," Fred grinned while looking smug. "Oh, and we get to eat fried foods!"
"Blimey, you got all that in one little notepad?" George grinned.
Fred rolled his eyes as they walked towards the fireplace. "Do you remember what we've practiced in Hebrew?"
"I've got my cheat with me," George patted his front pocket with a grin and grabbed the sand. After he dropped the sand, he called The Burrow. Once he arrived, he was pulled into a tight hug. "Hello to you too," he whispered.
Hermione blushed as she let go of him. She then rushed towards Fred as he entered the Burrow. "I've missed you too," Fred whispered in her ear.
"I know it's only been a week since I've last seen you both since being at my parent's house." She bit her lip. "I've only just got their memories back less than a month ago, and they're slowly regaining them. They're having difficulty being in the same room as me." She sniffed.
"Oh, Love, I am so sorry." Fred hugged her once again. "Hey, Gred looks like we have to cheer this girl up," he smiled softly.
"Forge? What have you in mind?"
"How's about a game of dreidel?" Fred suggested.
Hermione gasped. "You've been researching!" She pecked his cheek gently.
"We may have a few tricks up our sleeves, Love," George grinned.
"Who's at the fireplace, dear?" Said an unfamiliar woman's voice.
Hermione blushed at her mum, "my boyfriends." She mumbled.
"Richard! Come over here!" Her mum yelled.
"Mum!" Hermione groaned.
When her dad arrived, the twins straightened their backs nervously. "You rang?"
"Dad? You remember Fred and George?" her dad nodded. "I'd like to introduce them to you as my boyfriends," she blushed.
Her dads went wide. "I see."
"Well, I love them both, and I've been wanting them to meet you for so long," she blushed again, realizing she had just said 'love' for the first time.
Both the twins' eyes went wide with shock. Blimey, they haven't discussed love yet. They both blushed furiously.
"Welcome to the family," her dad said with a smile and shook their hands. "Come, let's help your mum make the latkes."
"The potato pancakes?" George asked eagerly. He's always wanted to try them when he had heard. George left while Fred lingered.
Her dad chuckled while her mum hugged her daughter tightly, "I'm very proud of you, you know," she smiled.
"Thank you, mum," Hermione sniffled.
"How's about you teach Fred here a thing or two about how we play dreidel," her mum winked.
Hermione chuckled, and Fred nudged her.
"Don't tell me that you Grangers are competitors," Fred joked.
Hermione shrugged her shoulders with a grin."You'll find out soon enough.
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Arthur Weasley's POV
Meanwhile, Arthur was hauled up in his shed, trying to invent something to show his appreciation for the holiday. He'd read up about it when Hermione told them she would invite them to her temple's Hanukkah festival.
The dreidel had fascinated him. He spun it around constantly while trying to think of what he wanted to do with it.
Finally, he had thought of creating a spell to make the dreidel spill on its own.
After adding the spell, the spinning stopped, and he suddenly thought of another brilliant idea.
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Hermione's POV
"Hey! No fair! That's cheating!" Fred yelled as he got up from the chair.
"I did not cheat! The dreidel spins on its falls on its own and lands on gimel, which means I get all the chocolate," Hermione chuckled and took all the chocolate on the table.
"Arthur! We have to leave soon!"
"Don't mind him, mum; he's working on a special project!" George grinned with excitement.
"Honestly," Molly said after rolling. "Thank you for the latke recipe, Jean," she smiled while carrying the latkes.
Pausing, Molly glanced at her boys with a hard stare.
"What did we do now?"
"Absolutely no magic while we are there, understood?"
"Oh, mum!" Both twins whined while Hermione snickered at them.
"Shall we light the candles before we go, then?" Hermione asked.
Everyone huddled together in front of the menorah when the door to Arthur's office opened. "I did it!"
"What is it, dear? We are in the middle of lighting the candles." Molly smiled.
"I magically enhanced the dreidel!" Arthur explained, then took out his hand that held a dreidel. He opened his palm and muttered, "status!" The dreidel magically spun on its own; when it landed, it was the letter it landed on.
Hermione didn't have the heart to tell Arthur that they had electronic dreidels that spin on their own. She blushed at the thought.
Suddenly, she didn't realize she was supposed to say something to him. What was she supposed to say? Hermione settled for, "that's great, Arthur! However, we may have to leave it here…."
"Yes, we can't do magic at the temple, dear," Molly said gently. "Go and get cleaned up while we do the prayers."
Arthur sighed and left when Molly apologetically looked at her parents. "He means well; he does."
"It's alright, Molly," her mum said, then lit the shemash.
The twins cleared their throat behind Hermione and enunciated clearing and yet rather poorly the first prayer of the night, "Baruch atah Adonai Eloheinu Melech ha-olam, shehecheyanu v-ki'y'manu v-higianu la-z'man ha-zeh." Her mum tapped the shemash to the first candle, lit it, and placed the Shamash back in the candle holder.
Hermione gaped at them and then hugged them. "You both are too good to me," she sniffed, then kissed both cheeks with awe.
"You should know by now." George started. "We will do anything for you," the twins said in unison.
"I'll get Arthur and see what's taking him long while you go and get the latkes," Molly said to her mum.
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Fred and George's POV
The parking took forever when they arrived. Fred and George were anxious to get into the temple.
They were excited about the food and most of all the prizes. There should be fun carnival games.
The twins glanced at their dad, and he seemed more excited than they were.
"Honestly, Arthur, you should relax and stop being excited about every little muggle contraption," their mum scolded him.
Arthur scoffed, then continued playing with the buttons in the car as if he had no care in the world.
Hermione giggled.
Once they found a parking space, the twins were about to rush off when Hermione grabbed their shoulders.
"And where do you think you two are going?"
"To have some fun at the carnival, which is why we went," the twins said and rolled their eyes at Hermione. "Honestly, can't we enjoy the festival?" Fred asked.
"You will once you've helped us pass the latkes out," Hermione grinned innocently.
"Fine!" The twins groaned and held the plate that was heavenly, smelling like potato pancakes.
As they arrived inside, it was everything the twins imagined. A person was getting dunked into the water by someone throwing a ball at the target; there were lottery tickets to win. The twins turned to the right with wide eyes. Was that a squirting game they just saw?
"Not so fast! You promised," Hermione narrowed her eyes at them.
"Okay, okay!" Both twins said with a groan.
They promised no magic, right? Perhaps when she's not looking? The twins glanced at Hermione and then at the bowl of dreidels. "Engorgo," Fred whispered while having their wands secretly at arm's length.
When George cast the next spell, the dreidels came to life. Hundreds of dreidels went out of the bowl and dropped to the floor.
"Wicked," they both said. However wicked, they were not.
The dreidels became gremlins which weren't their intention. "Oops." Maybe that wasn't our intention after all.
Hermione glared at the twins as if she sensed they were up to something.
"Don't be mad." The twin's booth said.
She raised her right eyebrow.
"We may have turned a bowl full of dreidels into gremlins, and now they're roaming around the temple."
Hermione blanched, "you didn't!" She slapped both of them. "You idiots!"
"What is it, dear?" their mum asked.
"Gremlins are on the loose," Hermione frowned.
"Fred and George Weasley! What did you do?!" Their mum asked.
"It wasn't our intention to turn them into gremlins. We wanted the dreidels just to be animated. We may have made an error of judgment," Fred explained with a blush.
"Arthur, you stay here with the food while everyone hunts down the dreidels." Their mum explained.
It took some time, but they managed to scrounge up all the animated dreidels and had the twins fix them.
"And to think I was going to give you both presents for Hanukkah," Hermione said with a pointed look.
The twins both blushed. "We were only trying to have some fun," they both shrugged.
Hours later, the dreidel gremlins were all captured, and Hermione cast the counter curse.
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Hermione's POV
Back at the Burrow, everyone was in the living room in front of the fireplace.
The smell of fried donuts was in the air, and Hermione was in heaven.
She loved being cuddled up next to two people; her family was one of her top moments. She couldn't believe she'd confessed that she loved the twins in front of her parents. It was supposed to be an intimate moment. Well, it was out there, and she was relieved to have said.
Fred had one shoulder while George was on her other. It looked like they were sleeping; she didn't want that. Hermione giggled, took a dollop of the jelly inside the donut, and tapped the jelly on Fred.
"I had a nice dream," Fred sighed and stretched his legs. "Alright, I'm up, I'm up." He grinned and then kicked the jelly that was on his nose.
Hermione leaned in to kiss him and felt George waking up.
"Me next," George whispered, then kissed her cheek.
"Get a room!" One of the twin's siblings said with a snicker.
Hermione stood then with a sparkle in her eyes. How's about a game on dreidel?"
The twins glared at each other with a grin, then stood up abruptly. "You're on!"
And so the three played dreidel for the rest of the night. It was honestly the best Hanukkah she had, and she was in awe that the twins learned about her favorite holiday.