A/N: Thank you thank you to all my increadible reviewers! I didn't send everyone a message back, (that would take a lot more time than I have) but you are all the best! This is a fluff chapter, just so you know.
Hermione fell out of the fireplace into the Burrow's living room. Ginny caught her, stumbling slightly. Hermione hated flooing anywhere, but it was fast. Mrs. Weasley bustled forward, fluttering around her, brushing ash off Hermione's clothes, clucking about how thrilled she was to have Hermione there.
"Thanks," Hermione said politely. "It's good to see you, too." Apparently, Mrs. Weasley hadn't heard about Draco, thank goodness. It would make Hermione's stay at the Burrow that much easier.
But just then, Ron walked by. He didn't say anything, but glowered at Hermione as if she had murdered his sister. She turned away uncomfortably, but Mrs. Weasley noticed his look.
"Ronald Weasley! There is no need to be so rude. It's almost Christmas. What has gotten into you?" Ron's scowl deepened, but he grunted, "Hey," to Hermione. Mrs. Weasley watched his back in disapproval and slight confusion as he stomped out of the room.
"He must not have slept well last night," she concluded.
"Oh, he was up all night looking through all the stuff Fred and George didn't take to their shop," Ginny piped up. "I could hear him. When are they going to get all that stuff out of here, Mum? Some of those tricks would sell really well. They should take them to the shop."
Mrs. Weasley was distracted. "I'll talk to them about it when the come around," she said.
"They'll be here for Christmas, then?" asked Hermione.
"They should be here any minute, actually," said Mrs. Weasley, checking the time. Hermione jumped as a loud CRACK echoed around the room.
"Hello, Mum. How are you, Gin?" came Fred's, or maybe it was George's, voice.
"And blimey! Look Fred! Hermione's here, too!" Hermione smiled at the twins as they bowed theatrically. "How are you, Hermione? I hope you're staying for Christmas."
"Yes, I am. Is the shop doing well?" she answered. She remembered visiting the twin's shop the past summer. It had been packed to the rafters with students buying the tricks sold there.
"Better than ever!" said Fred. Hermione wondered if that was even possible. Then, just to ruin her day, Ron walked back into the room, followed by Harry.
"Why are you talking to her?" Ron snapped
"There's my brother's Christmas cheer for you," George muttered.
"Why shouldn't we talk to her?" Fred asked.
"She's practically dating M-" Harry started hotly.
"Shut up, Harry. It's none of your business," Hermione cut in sharply.
Ginny glared at Harry and Ron, about to defend her friend. Hermione put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. "It's not worth it, Gin." Fred, George, and Mrs. Weasley looked at the four of them in shock.
"What's going on?" Mr. Weasley came into the room.
Ron started. "She-"
"Nothing," Hermione cut him off, still glaring. "Nothing is going on." She turned to Mr. Weasley. "Hi. It's nice to see you."
He looked a bit staggered, but didn't argue the point. "It's nice to see you, too, Hermione. Uh, why don't we all head to the kitchen for dinner?" He and Mrs. Weasley left the room, and Fred and George spun to face Hermione.
"Who are you 'practically dating'?" Fred asked.
"Nobody." She rolled her eyes. "You can't believe everything that git says." They gaped at her as she turned and followed Mr. And Mrs. Weasley , quickly followed by a very annoyed Ginny.
A/N: I'm sorry this was so short! I'll try to get the next chapter up ASAP. It's a lot more important than this one. Review!