"At least you didn't try to call first," she giggled as she remembered the story about his attempt to call Harry one summer. This was the way they were supposed to be, her making fun of his attempts to be more Muggle-like while Ron attempted to defend himself to her humor. They weren't supposed to be fighting over something as stupid as Malfoy. How was it that even with the war being over Voldemort was still able to worm his way into their lives with the fall out of his actions?
"Yes, Happy Christmas, Hermione," her cousin Diana's voice rang from the door. "Mum asked me to see if you needed any help."
Hermione rolled her eyes and blushed again. Why was it that being around Ron at school was so comfortable but here with her family it made her flush. "I think we've got it," she quickly stood and turned to give Ron an apologetic look. "So this is what it's like to have siblings," she commented as she headed to where the silverware was housed.