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Chapter One
Weasley's Wizard Wheezes
"Fred!" Hermione exclaimed, almost running into him in the crowd of Hogwarts students.
"I've got an idea.
"What's that?" He asked, curiously. Hermione grinned up at him, at 6'3" he towered over her.
"What if you started a magazine for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes!" He stared at her. "You could sell all of your products in it and non-Hogwarts students could purchase them."
"That's brilliant!" Fred exclaimed, smiling. He ran his hands through his shockingly red hair. "Wait a second," he said suspiciously, "Why do you want to help with Weasley's Wizard Wheezes? You hate our products."
"Well I was reading a book on Wizarding businesses for a bit of light reading," Hermione said, pulling a massive book from her bag. He laughed at this. "And it turns out that a lot of businesses started through magazines like Flourish and Blott's and Magical Menagerie!" She said excitedly. "And I know how much you've been worrying about how to start out selling your products.
Fred grinned. "You are brilliant, Hermione," He said and planted a sloppy kiss on her cheek. Making a face, she wiped it away.
"We've got to tell George about this!"
They ran to the common room only to find George and Angelina, engaged so to speak. (They were snogging if you were curious). Fred cleared his throat and the couple broke apart. A bit red in the face, Angelina hurried away.
George smirked. "How can I help you?"
"Hermione had a brilliant idea, Georgie," Fred exclaimed.
George looked at Hermione and she went on to explain her idea for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.
"That is brilliant!" He said grinning. He and Fred attempted to hug her at the same time resulting in a sort of twin sandwich and crushing her in the process. Eventually they pulled away laughing, leaving Hermione blushing furiously.
"What's going on?" Ron said having just come down from the boy's dormitory with Harry. He glanced at his brothers warily; he always was the jealous sort, before kissing Hermione on the cheek.
"I've had an idea for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," Hermione answered, smiling. Harry looked at her curiously.
"You've had an idea for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?" Ron said in shock.
"Why is that so hard to believe?" She said, laughing.
"She's brilliant," Fred and George said in unison, grinning at her. She smiled back.
Over the next few weeks, Fred and Hermione began working on the magazine. All of their free time was devoted towards finishing it.
"What if we put the Canary Creams here?" Hermione said moving the photograph of Fred squawking like a canary onto the second page.
"That seems good," Fred said. They were sitting on the common room floor, which was papered with photographs, cut out letters and other things of the sort as well the halfway finished Weasley's Wizard Wheezes magazine.
"This is my favorite picture of you," She said smiling and indicating the one on the Canary Creams page. Fred laughed at the ridiculous image.
"And that's my favorite one of you," he said, smirking, as he pointed to the picture he had taken of Hermione when she had been really angry. She was yelling at the camera furiously. She turned bright red.
"Why do you still have that?" Hermione exclaimed shrilly, reaching for it. Fred easily held it out of her reach.
"Because it's my favorite picture of my favorite girl," he said with a wink. She blushed at this.
"Why was I so mad?" she asked, slightly relaxing.
"George and I were playing exploding snap instead of helping you," he remembered, laughing. "You called us lazy trolls."
Hermione blushed, "Sorry about that."
"It's all right we were being lazy trolls. Handsome lazy trolls, but lazy trolls all the same," He said. Hermione laughed at this.
"I guess you are sort of handsome for a troll," she said, smiling.
He feigned surprise, "Is Hermione Granger complimenting me?"
"Not at all," she said, turning slightly pink. He smirked.
"Hey Hermione, are you ticklish?"
"I'm not sure I should answer that," she said, biting her lip. He grinned evilly and reached over to tickle her stomach. She burst into a fit of giggles.
"Stop," Hermione wheezed, doing her best not to laugh but failing miserably. He eventually relented and George walked in to find the pair covered in glue and paper, with their hair sticking up in odd places.
"What on earth?" He exclaimed.