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Chapter 22-

"Fred wake up! Come look at this!" Hermione shouted up the stairs the next morning.

"I will be down in a minute, Mione," Fred groaned back as he rolled out of bed sluggishly.

From his room Fred could hear a soft chuckle and a giggle coming from the kitchen, confusion started to bubble up when he heard two voices.

'I thought her parents had gone with Shanna?... Oh it's Nate!'

Fred smiled at the thought of the small brown eyed boy. Nate had only been dropped off yesterday but Fred was beginning to love him already. Nate had a thing for mischief and with the right guiding Fred reckoned he could become just like him and George, 'well maybe if Mione lets him'.

Fred shivered as he walked over to his drawers; the weather had started to feel a lot more like winter in the last few days. He hastily threw on an oversized grey jumper before heading downstairs to find Hermione and Nate already in the kitchen.

Hermione was wearing a purple knitted cardigan over her pyjamas and Nate was wrapped up in a forest green dressing gown. The dressing gown was a bit too big though, so the sleeves covered his arms completely and trailed on the floor behind him.

"Fred! Finally, Nate has something to show you" Hermione smiled as she turned to the doorway.

"What is it Nate?" Fred asked as Nate waddled over to him in the dressing gown.

"Fweddie, it's snowing!" Nate squealed as he grabbed Fred's hand and dragged him towards the window.

"No wonder it was so cold this morning," Fred laughed softly as he picked Nate up so he could see out of the window too.

Hermione's extremely large garden was covered in about 10 inches of perfectly white untouched snow. Her garden was no where as near as big as the Burrow's 10 acres of land but it was fairly descent with a woods backed straight onto the end. The snow covered every inch of ground from the grass to the small frozen lake near the woods.

Fred's hands were practically wringing in excitement.

They hadn't had any snow so far that year, so Fred had been praying for a white Christmas. And apparently someone up there had been listening after all.

Winter was by far his and George's favourite season. Christmas was the perfect time for pranks and the snow just doubled the fun. Every year they had charmed mistletoe, created abdominal snowmans and filled many a Christmas stockings with spiders.

Never will they forget Ron's face on Christmas morning when he found that particular gift.

"Fwed will you and Mione play with me in the snow?" Nate asked as he tugged on Fred's jumper.

"Of course I will Nate, I tell you what why don't you go get wrapped up warm with Mione and I will meet you out there, I may have a little surprise for Mione that you need to help me with, okay?" Fred smirked as he put the laughing Nate back on the ground.

"Yeah, come on Mione, let's go get 'weady for Fwed's supwise!" Nate ran off up the stairs the tail of his dressing gown following him limply.

Hermione turned on her heel to face Fred, one hand on her hip.

"You better not be planning what I think you're planning Fred Weasley," Hermione glared at Fred's innocent shrug.

"And whatever might that be dearest Mione?" Fred asked as he slipped his arms around Hermione's waist loosely.

Hermione smiled but quickly replaced it with a stern glare as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "If I get a single snowball thrown at me, you will pay. And I mean it Frederick, full on WAR."

"Why I wouldn't even dare, no one wants to get in a fight with the oh-so-terrifying Hermione granger now would they?" he smirked back.

"Oh shut up," Hermione smiled as she leant in to give him a soft kiss.

They were millimetres from there lips touching when a small grown came from up the stairs.

"Mione! Come on, I wanna pway!" Nate moaned from what Hermione hoped was her bedroom and not the kitchen door.

The last thing she needed was Nate telling her parents or Aunt Shanna that she and Fred were dating. Her dad would kill Fred, her mum wouldn't stop gushing and her aunt Shanna wouldn't stop teasing. 'Not going to happen'.

Hermione slipped out of Fred's arms regretfully as she shouted back up the stairs, "up in a minute kiddo,"

Fred pulled a puppy dog face as Hermione stepped back.

"Where's my kiss missy?" he asked grumpily.

Hermione rolled her eyes before stepping closer again and pecking him lightly on the nose. He groaned again which caused Hermione to laugh.

"I don't want Nate to tell mum and dad or Aunt Shanna for that matter. So as long as Nate's here, no coupley stuff,"

Fred growled deeply before letting out a chuckle himself.

"Your lucky I like you and that I'm terrified of your dad because if I wasn't I would totally kiss you in front of everyone,"

Hermione smiled and gave a soft giggle before heading up after Nate.

"And remember no snowballs. I'm watching you Fred."


Fred was currently perched three quarters of the way up a tree.

The forest behind Hermione's house was perfect for the ambush Fred had planned for when Hermione and Nate finally came outside but for the last 10 minutes he had been sitting there idly gathering snow from the surrounding leaves.

After Hermione had gone up to Nate, Fred had changed into his warmest clothes and had trudged through the snow whilst trying his hardest to cover up his footsteps. It was much easier when he was allowed to use his wand; a simple concealment charm would have taken care of the pesky trail. But instead Fred had walked in very large strides, which he was sure looked incredibly attractive, to the first row of trees in Hermione's garden.

A soft crunching noise came from the house causing Fred to look up from the snowball he was currently rolling. Hermione, clad in a dark green parka coat and purple hat, was trudging through the snow with Nate on her back.

Nate was wearing a bright orange bobble hat which scarily resembled Fred's hair with matching gloves.

'Now's the perfect time…'

"FIRE!" Fred shouted from the tree as Hermione and Nate wandered underneath him.

He dropped a small snowball right on top of Hermione's , as the snow was still fresh, it didn't hurt and simply crumbled as it ran down her back. It was bloody cold though.

"FRED!" Hermione shrieked as the snow slid down her neck.

She lowered Nate back onto the ground before looking up.

A smirking Fred Weasley was looking straight back at her. With a freshly made snow ball in each hand.

"Don't you even think about-" Hermione was cut of as another snowball hit her in the back.

She turned around to find Nate, red nosed and covered in snow smiling as he waved his snow covered gloves.

"Nate! Did you just throw at snowball at me?" Hermione laughed.

"Nooooo," Nate giggled as he beamed up at Fred.

"Wait a go Natey! You can definitely be on my team, whatcha say?" Fred shouted as he climbed down the branches.

He jumped off of the last branch and landed in front of Hermione.

She glared at him fiercely.

"Fred."

"Yes Mione dear," he smirked.

"What did I tell you about snowballs?"

Fred pretended to think before replying, "Not to throw them?"

Hermione shook her head before she stepped closer.

"I said if you throw a snowball then it's full out WAR. You have three seconds to run. You too Nate." She added as Nate laughed quietly from behind her.

"RETREAT!" Fred shouted as he scooped Nate up in his arms and ran towards the house, Hermione running hot on their heels.


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