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"Another Christmas gone by," Mrs. Weasley said, dabbing at her eyes as the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione looked at her from around the dining table, Ron next to Hermione, as always. "I j-just can't believe how fast time flies."
Hermione shot a glance at Ron, who grinned at her.
"Yes, yes, Molly, dear," Mr. Weasley said, coming out from the kitchen and laying a delicious-looking Christmas cake (chocolate) in the middle of the table. Everyone had just finished eating, and Harry and Ron had even had their fourths and fifths of every helping.
"Ooh, cake!" Harry said enthusiastically. Ginny giggled from across him as Harry reached over to take a helping.
"Happy Christmas, 'Mione," Ron said, putting an arm around her and squeezing her shoulders tightly.
"Happy Christmas, Ronald."
Hermione laid her head on Ron's shoulder as he kept his arm around her.
"So what did you get me?" Ron asked, his ears going red as he let go of her.
"Oh, we have to wait for that later," Hermione said. "after dinner."
"Why?" Ron asked as Hermione lifted her head off of his shoulder.
"Because you're too impatient, that's why," Hermione said, shaking her head as she looked hungrily at the Christmas cake.
"No, really," Ron said, grinning. He reached across the table and took her hand. "why not now?"
"Ron, seriously, it has to wait," Hermione said, a soft look in her eye.
"Oh alright. But you have to give me my present before I give you yours."
"Ron!" Hermione cried, looking angrily at him. "That's not fair!"
"Now you know how I feel," Ron said, happy that he had made her retort. He reached across the table and grabbed the chocolate cake Mrs. Weasley had made the previous evening. "bloody hell, I'm hungry."
Hermione watched him cautiously as Ron took a big chunk of chocolate cake and placed it on his plate.
"That's bad for your teeth, you know," Hermione said before she could stop herself. She put her hands over her mouth in embarrassment.
Ron, whose cheeks were way too full, looked over at her and grinned, revealing mushy parts of his cake. Hermione looked away disgustedly.
"That's just revolting, Ronald."
Ron smiled and looked down, trying to swallow his share.
"Okay, now can you give me my present?" he asked, looking over at her and giving her hand a little squeeze.
"I'll have to get it upstairs first," Hermione said, shaking her head. "and it's much too early, Ronald. Nobody else has even had cake yet."
"Harry has," Ron said sheepishly.
"Well, only because you too eat like animals," Hermione said. Ron looked at her sadly. "I didn't say I didn't like that. In fact, that's another reason why I love you."
Ron snorted.
"Oh, honestly!" Hermione said, outraged.
"Okay, let's go then, give me my present!" Ron said, jumping a bit in his seat.
"Fine!"
Hermione stood up. "Sorry, Mrs. Weasley, but Ron wants his present early."
Mrs. Weasley nodded and turned back to Bill as Hermione took Ron by the hand and pulled him into the sitting room.
"Okay... promise me, you won't get too excited," Hermione whispered, closing the door behind her as Ron sat on an armchair.
"I won't! Honest!" Ron said, unable to keep the grin off his face.
"Okay. Accio Ron's present!" Hermione said, pointing her wand at the ceiling.
Something zoomed down the staircase on the opposite side of the sitting room, something with a long handle and a bushy end. It was wrapped neatly in wrapping paper with presents as decoration.
"Hermione..." Ron said anxiously, standing up and walking over to her present. "...you didn't."
"Oh yes, Ron, I did," she said, her cheeks going pink.
Ron ripped off the wrapping paper, revealing the newest model of the Firebolt -- the Firebolt 3000, the fastest and last racing broom Quality Quidditch Supplies ever made.
"Hermione, you're honestly the most wonderful person I've ever met," Ron muttered, his eyes going wide as he picked the broomstick off of the ground. "I love you."
Hermione closed her eyes and sat down upon an armchair, looking cheery.
"I love you, 'Mione!" Ron said, dropping the broomstick and running over to her. He sat down on the arm of the chair and grinned happily down at her.
"I love you too," Hermione said, giving him a gentle smile. "now where's mine?"
"Oh, right!" Ron said, his eyes still focused on the Firebolt. "Accio 'Mione's present!"
A small box zoomed down the same staircase, dropping directly on top of the Firebolt.
"What's that?" Hermione asked, butterflies erupting inside her stomach as Ron picked up the box and the Firebolt. He walked over to her and gave the box to her.
"Open it."
Hermione ripped open the wrapping paper and gasped.
It was a scrapbook, the picture on the top the one she and Ron had took back in their second year.
Tears immediately formed inside her eyes and she blinked to try and hide them. Ron put an arm around her as she scooted over to the other side of the armchair, allowing him to sit next to her.
"Why?" Ron asked, now wrapping his other arm around her shoulders. "Is it that ugly?"
"N-N-No! R-R-Ron, it's w-wonderful!" Hermione said, pressing the scrapbook to her chest and looking up at him. "I love it!"
"Good," Ron said, sighing and grinning down at her.
She kissed him directly on the lips, and both of them dropped their Christmas presents.
Hermione pulled away, smiling up at Ron. "Thanks. This is honestly the best Christmas gift I've ever received!"
Ron looked sheepishly at her. "Your welcome."
Hermione looked back down at the scrapbook on the floor, her thoughts trailing back to how Ron had immediately hated her back in their first year. Ron, sensing the nostalgia, let go of her back and started to tickle her to cheer her up.
"Ron!" Hermione said, laughing as Ron's hand withdrew to poke her other ribs. "Ron!"
Ron started to laugh and kept tickling her, keeping it up for the rest of the night.