Chapter 6: Winter Blues Part 1.
(Hermione's Pov)
I had just apperated into the Burrow living room when I was picked up and swung around twice in a circle. "'Mione!" Cried George and I laughed at his childlike behaviour. "Hello Georgie! I have missed you, how is the shop?" I enquired; both Fred and George had left their seventh year early to set up a new practical joke shop. I have to admit "Weasley's Wizard Wheezes" was the most amazing thing I had seen ever, and being in the heart of Diagon Alley was the most colourful shop which represents the twins' personalities. "It's going well; Fred is finishing up the last ideas for a new product and should be here shortly. I however knew you were going to come early so I thought I would surprise "lil' 'Mione" he replied casually flopping back down on the sofa. "George it's not early." "What?" "Its 8pm." "Oh oops…." He must not have a care in the world I thought.
"I see you put up the decorations you did a really good job, George they are awesome!" I declared "Now, seeing as its New Year's Eve how about we do some baking?" "Can't, mum has the kitchen on spells preparing food for the dinner tomorrow and she said to tell you that if any of the spells are broken…. Yea she will hex us" George said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Just then a pop signalled someone had apperated back to the house or by the sounds a couple of people. As I turned around I saw all of the Weasley's not counting Bill and Charlie…..and Angelina? "What is she doing here" I thought, shooting a look towards George who also sported a confused look. Fred then strolled in with his winners' smirk firmly in place and pulled Angelina to him and kissed her passionately, completely ignoring everyone else who had seemed to start up a conversation between each other. I was uncomfortable with the situation, so I stood up and took my bags upstairs with Ginny following behind, asking every possible question she could, it was no easy task getting her quiet enough so I could sleep and I ended up putting a silencing charm around my bed so I could sleep.
The next morning was hectic, Mrs Weasley was busy in the kitchen and everyone else was just playing in the snow. George was the first to throw a snowball and hit me in the face with his "not so accurate shot" this started an all-out war and by the time dinner was ready everyone was soaked through to their skin. I have never seen someone so cross in all my life, Mrs Weasley told us how silly we all were to be taking part in that before dinner, so we all grudgingly changed our clothes - quickly mind you. Fred and Angelina were missing all morning and lunch, missing most of the presents, which consisted of knitted garments for us all courtesy of Mrs W. I went to the kitchen for a glass of water, and I felt someone come up behind me, not expecting Ron to be behind me as Fred's name was on the tip of my tongue as I turned around. "Happy Christmas, 'Mione!" Ron said before leaning down and gently pressing his lips to mine.