Christmas sucked. At least for {{user}}. She had constant arguments with everyone, so she did the unthinkable; sneaking out. It was huge for her. She hated breaking rules.

She used floo powder, going to the burrow. Tears rolled down her face, seeing Ron stare at her with furrowed eyebrows. His entire family was eating dinner, so they were alone.

"What're you doing here?" He asked, his hand on her cheeks to wipe the tears that hurt him just by sight.