A/N: I have a lot of time to think while I'm at work, so last night I came up with this. The first chapter is crap but *hopefully* it'll get better.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be. Damn
Warnings: None here, just injustice to Ron. Meh.
"Harry, I don't like this idea anymore."
"Why not?"
"I don't know."
"Just relax, Ron. We know what's going on. What not to do. It'll be fine."
"I still don't like it." Ron slumped in his chair, arms crossed.
"Come on. Don't let them in the bathroom or the kitchen," he started, ticking them off on his fingers.
"Don't let them in the bedroom either," Ron grumbled.
"Oh, that's not until later."
"Harry!"
"You put the ad in the paper right?"
"Course. Two o'clock. Like you said."
"Go check the door."
"Why don't you?"
"I asked you to."
"So?"
"Just do it."
"Fine." Ron got up from his seat and left the kitchen where he and Harry had been planning for later.
"Absolutely brilliant, that one."
"Harry," called Ron from the entryway, "you'd better come look at this."
"Why?"
"Just come here!"
"What is it?" Ron had his eye pressed up to the peephole.
"Look." He backed away and let Harry peek through.
"Holy crap." The hallway outside their apartment was packed full of women all answering their ad.
"I know." Harry turned to look at him.
"I think we're in over our heads."
"What'll we do?"
"What time is it?" Ron checked his watch.
"About five to."
"Okay. We'll just give them numbers!" Ron nodded and Harry peeked through the hole again. When he looked up, he saw Ron sitting at their coffee table, pieces of paper scattered over it. "What are you doing?"
"Making numbers." Harry sidled over to him and leaned down.
"Umm…" he paused," Where, exactly, Ron, did you spend around seven years of your life?" Ron looked up at him.
"School?"
"Which school, exactly?"
"Hogwarts?"
"Where you learned what?" Ron blushed as Harry pulled his wand out of his pocket and magicked away Ron's mess and made a neat number slip.
"Now serving '1'?" he read.
"Duh. Now go hang it on the door."
"Why don't you?"
"Ron!"
"Fine."
While Ron swiftly opened the door and hung the number counter on it, Harry magicked a little plastic square with a number on it into each person's hand. The ad had been in the Daily Prophet, so they were all witches. Ron joined him on the black leather couch and conjured up drinks for the two of them as Harry floated the matching leather chair across the table from them. They both sipped at their drinks and picked up their clipboards.
"Ready?" Harry asked.
"Ready." Harry flicked his wand and a booming voice filled the hallway.
"Now serving number one."