Hermione opened the door to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes at the close of shift. "Fred," she called out. Typical, she thought, that he would ask her out over and over again, only to be absent when she finally agreed to go.

He didn't respond to her call, but she heard a rustling from the back room. She pushed open the door and the there was a deafening boom. The next thing she knew Fred was splashing water on her face to rouse her. She came up spluttering.

"Oh, thank Merlin!" Fred grabbed her hand and Apparated them to St. Mungo's at once.

An Assistant Medi-wizard named Adam came forward immediately with a stretcher. "Mr. Weasley, it's so good to see you again."

"They know you by name here?" Hermione asked incredulously, climbing onto the stretcher.

Fred looked at her in shock and whispered, "It's clearly the hair. After the war everyone has come to know that red hair is synonymous with the name Weasley."

Adam looked a bit affronted. "Fred Weasley," he said in a high-pitched, feminine voice, "don't you act as though I can't tell you and your brother apart. I mean, honestly, I was the only one at the dedication of the new floor who knew exactly which twin was which."

"The dedication of the new floor?" Hermione asked, attempting to sit up, as Adam levitated the stretcher into a room.

Fred said nothing, but he needn't have. Adam was all too eager to fill in the blanks. "Oh yes, dah'ling, the Fred and George Weasley Floor for Explosive Accidents. You know, for patients who've had a mishap, such as yourself, my dear girl, with a product from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes."

"They named a floor after you?" Hermione's voice rose.

"Oh, dear me," said Adam. "I do believe I've let the Kneazle out of the cage, so to speak."

Fred gave him an icy glare.

"Yes, yes, well, I'll just run along and get my boss. I wouldn't worry too much though, Mr. Weasley, this one's far better than that last poor girl you brought in here and—"

Fred flung open the door and motioned that Adam should find his way through it and out of his sight. "Your boss! Now!" he all but shouted.

Adam's eyes grew wide and he scurried from the room.

Fred pinched the bridge of his nose as though he felt a migraine coming on. "Hermione, I'm really sorry."

"Well, it's not as if you knew I was there."

Fred leaned in and kissed her softly on the forehead. They did not hear Adam re-open the door.

"Oh good," he said, clapping his hands together. "I have not ruined the evening. You do always manage to get the ladies to forgive you, no?"

Hermione crossed her arms over her chest. "Do tell, Adam?"

Fred shot him a glare that clearly said shut it.

"Oh mercy me," Adam said. "I've done it again. Well, at least this time everyone was dressed when I opened the door."

Fred approached him with a look on his face that spoke volumes.

"Eek!" Adam let out a girlish squeal and put his feet into motion.

Fred turned back to her. "Look, Hermione, I'm sorry this date—well this evening—I'm not sure we can call it a date."

She cut him off. "You know," she said, "This has been a rather eventful evening. I have to wonder what you'll do for our second date that could possibly live up to the excitement of the first."

"Our second—You mean, you would consider going out with me again after this?"

"What can I say? I'm glutton for punishment. And, I have a feeling that there will never be a dull moment dating you, Fred Weasley."

Adam stuck his head back in the door and sighed. "Well, aren't you two just the darling couple."

Fred rolled his eyes. Hermione giggled. "Yes," she said, "never a dull moment."

~Fin.~