For Ava! Who is absolutely amazing! It was by request, though not very good... Enjoy!

Hermione put on her night gown and settled into bed, she turned off her light and closed her eyes. It had been an exhausting day at the Burrow. The day before Christmas Eve meant a plethora of food preparing, cleaning, and putting up festive decor. So the second she hit the pillow, she was surprised when she didn't fall asleep right away. Instead she lay there, wondering what on earth was keeping her awake, her arms her jelly and her eyes were heavy. Slowly her ears focused in on it, it was a slight strumming. Then, someone singing, the tune was familiar, and it was nice, but she was completely pissed off. She shot up in her bed, her eyes wide, ready to scream at someone. She stood up, grabbed her house coat and ran out of the room.

Hermione ran down the many stairs of the burrow. She used her ear as a guide, she needed to find out who was preventing her from sleeping.

She followed the song out to the back garden, where it was snowing up a storm. She was shivering, and her lips were blue, but she didn't care, Hermione was absolutely furious.

"Who is so mad, that they play the guitar in the middle of the flipping night?!" She exclaimed looking around for the perpetrator.

And who should it be, but Fred, standing in the middle of the yard, in the barmy, with a guitar covering up any unsightly body parts.

"Fred, what the hell are you doing?" She was completely shocked and upset, but at the same time, she couldn't help but stifle a giggle. Before she knew it, Hermione started to laugh really hard, until she was almost doubled over.

"And It's contagious, and it's contagio-us-us-us." He wouldn't stop singing.

"Fred! Stop! You're going to catch pneumonia!" Now that the laughter had subsided, Hermione was worried about him.

But He wouldn't give up, he just kept on going, strumming along on his little Yamaha. Until Hermione couldn't take it, she couldn't see any other option but to run up and tackle him.

"Ouch!" Fred exclaimed as he hit the ground. His head hit the hard ground and his guitar smacked him right on the nose. He knew he'd have a bruise the next morning.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I was serenading you." Fred answered innocently. Really his intentions were good, but now that he was looking back at it, it was rather stupid.

Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes, "You're going to catch you death. Here." Hermione took off her house coat and handed it to Fred, who took off the guitar and wrapped it around himself.

"Anyways, did you like it?" He asked with a smirk.

"I guess so, it was completely mad, and it was you doing it, so I couldn't expect anything else. Could I?" She admittedly was a bit angry at first, but now she only flattered, her little Fred was bonkers, but sweet.

Hermione leaned in and kissed his nose lightly. "Now, let's get you inside." She kissed him once more, and they got up. They brushed off the snow and she lead him back into the house, where they bid their goodbyes and went to their separate bedrooms.

"Night, Hermione."

"Night Fred." Hermione grinned up at him. "Love you."

Fredd paused for a moment, before adding with a smile, "I love you too." He picked the guitar off the floor and quietly tiptoed into the room he shared with his brother.

"Achoo!" Fred and Hermione sneezed in unison. It was the next morning, and the entire family, including Harry, Hermione, Fleur, and Luna, were seated at the table, in the middle of breakfast.

"Oh dear!" Molly exclaimed as she put some more sausages onto Ron's plate, who ate them as quickly as she had put them down. "Seems as you both have the sniffles, wonder how that happened! And Fred, seems like your nose is a bit blue... Did you hurt it?"

"I have no idea how we both got a cold, Molly." Hermione said winking at Fred.

"Same here." agreed Fred as he grabbed some tissues and blew his nose. "Ouch!" He murmured as he hit the bruise.

A/N: It's not very long. But I hoped you liked it!

Love,