Fremione Oneshots

Fremione Christmas

A/N I don't own Harry Potter, J.K.Rowling does. Also, entirely my idea, I'm sorry if it is similar to a fic you have read or written. If there are any mistakes or suggestions please drop me a message. Also, if you have a recommendation please say. Finally, Merry Christmas!!

"Wake up! Hermione! Get up! It's Christmas!!!" On the morning of the 25th of December, Hermione was rudely woken up at an ungodly hour by non other than the 2nd to last Weasley to ever wake up. Ginny (who Hermione was still sharing a room with) had for once woken up earlier than the residant early bird. The reason for this is of course the fact that it was Christmas.

Groggily wiping the sleep from her eyes, Hermione rolled out of her bed and stumbled into the bathroom to shower. By the time she was done, Ginny had manadged to wake up everyone - even Ron - and the queue for the bathroom was pretty big. Once she had left the bathroom and wished everyone waiting outside a good morning and merry christmas, she ran downstairs where she could already smell Mrs. Weasley's famous christmas breakfast banquet being cooked. She knew that she would have to hurry if she wanted to get a decent portion of the food, as Weasley's (especially around christmas) were well known for the amount of foood they could inhale.

Having eaten their fill, they all began the traditional way of opening presents in their family - they would sit in a circle and open one present at a time. Hermione rushed up the stairs to Ginny's bedroom and pulled her bag of presents for everyone out from under her bed. She was one of the first downstairs. Only Fred, George, Percy and Mr Weasley were there. She bounced over to the sofa where Fred and George were sitting and plonked herself down inbetween them, giving Fred a quick kiss.

"What, not one for me too, Granger?" George pouted, so she quickly pecked his cheek.

"Trying to steal my girlfriend, George? How could you - I thought we were friends! My own brother!"

George and Hermione laughed and George placed his arm around Hermione's shoulders.

"She's mine now!" He boasted.

"No!" Fred gasped as if he had been stabbed, and wound his arm around Hermione's waist. "Mia's mine!"

The two proceeded to have a small tug of war with Hermione as the rope. By the time everyone was downstairs (Ron had clearly just wrapped some of his presents up) Fred had won the fight and Hermione was sitting on his lap.

Mrs. Weasley took charge of the present distrubution. "So, Ginny, you open one of yours first, and then we go from Ginny's right and onwards, until we are done with the circle and we start again."

Ginny beamed, and quickly tore open her first present, getting the traditional Weasley jumper, in bright green with a red G on the front. Also wrapped in the present were some home-made toffees. She quickly pulled it over her head and thanked her mother, before munching on some of the toffees. They circle went around quickly with everyone receiving a Weasley jumper. When it came around to Mrs. Weasley, she opened Hermione's first: for the first time ever, the Weasley matriach got a Weasley jumper for christmas. She quickly burst into tears and rushed over to Hermione, pulling her into a tight embrace. Fred and George had to rescue her, because Mrs. Weasley wasn't going to let go anytime soon.

By the time Hermione had opened all her presents from the Weasley's, she had got some new books, writing pads, quills, chocolates and sweets, and a beautiful blue bracelet from Fred that matched his eyes perfectly. She had squealed very loudly when she saw it, and practically threw herself at Fred.

Hermione's wizarding family were extremely surprised when Hermione pulled another seven presents out of her massive bag of them, and handed them out to everyone. "They're from my mum and dad." Everyone could hear the sadness in her voice: they hadn't been able to find her parents after the war. "They gave them to me last year, before I modified their memories, to give to you, but of course I couldn't."

No-one really knew quite what to say to that, so they all just thanked her and opened their presents.

"Did you get a present from your parents?" Harry asked her.

She smiled slightly. "Yes, but I don't know if I want to open it or not." She thought for a moment, before speaking again. "What the heck, why not?"

"That's my girl!" Fred chuckled, while George stuck his tongue out at him. They began a starnge faces war, and were only stopped by Hermione's gasp. In her hand she held a recatangular white box, with a weird picture on the front.

"Is that?" Harry asked, looking as if he didn't dare to believe his eyes.

"The latest phone from last year? Yup." She gulped slightly. "You can have my old one if you want?"

"Really?"

She smiled at her best friend. "Of course, you are the only other person who can actually use it, after all."

Harry grinned back, and then became thoughtful. "Does it have Netflix?"

She gasped. Her parents always got her subscriptions to Netflix and other things and said it was from her cousins.

The two then spent quite a bit of the day trying to get her phone to work with all the magical influence and to cast it to the TV Hermione had conjured. Although they stopped every so often, they worked hard and at last their efforts were fruitful. By 7 O'Clock at night, they got the TV to work. The rest of the Weasley's were sitting around the living room chatting of playing chess/ explosing snap/ eating food.

Harry whistled sharply, and everyone looked up. "You have all shown us your traditions, so now it's our turn to show you our muggle traditions. This is a TV, or television and we are going to watch the traditional christmas films." He pressed play, and Hermione quickly grabbed a blanket and smuggled on the sofa with Fred. His arm was around her waist, and her head resting on his chest as they watched the opening credits roll.

"I feel like I haven't seen you all day." He muttered into her hair.

"Sorry," She whispered back.

"Don't apologize, I can tell that this makes you feel closer to your parents."

His compassion, the sentimental feeling of watching this film, the sadness of knowing her parents weren't there with her overwhelmed her, and she buried her head in Fred's chest, tears running down her cheeks. He rubbed her back, and muttered soothing words as her tears dried.

All the family binge-watched Chrsitmas films most of the way through the night. Half way through the third film, Mrs. Weasley finally dragged Mr. Weasley off to bed. By 1 O'Clock, Ginny and Percy were asleep, and the others weren't far off. As Hermione slowly drifted off to sleep, she heard Fred whisper "Merry Christmas; I love you, Mia." She smiled to herself, and whispered it back to him. From the way he stiffened, it was clear he thought she was alseep, but Hermione didn't care. She fell alseep with a smile on her face, and when she woke up she couldn't remember why she was so happy for a moment. But then she did, and the smile was stuck on her face for a week. Fred was grinning all through the week too. The two both agreed that that was the best Christmas they has ever had.