So, I've been getting bored. And this makes me not bored. Hope you like my new fanfic better than my others. This one is frivolous and fluffy. It will be a little funny. Or at least, I'll try to make it funny. Or at least, amusing. Something without any substance.

It's a Hermione/Fred story. And it will turn out better, I promise.

The title is part of a quote (which is below). All the chapters will be based on or consist of a quote.

Quotes, by the way, are very important to this story.

So, here is the first chapter of my new story.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
-- Robert Frost

Enjoy!

Sincerely,

lovah of Ron

Chapter One: The third day of the rest of your life

Life in the wizarding world was great. Especially, for Hermione Granger. She was a successful journalist for one of the three most famous magazines. She had galleons and galleons.

Plus, every heterosexual male had their eye on her. She was very much past her awkward bookworm stage. And, she had just broken up with her boyfriend of three years, who happened to be none other than Ronald Weasley.

It had been slightly painful; especially for Ron. He had whole-heartedly thought that he was in love with Miss Hermione Granger. Hermione had also, at one point, but then she figured out it was just a minor infatuation with red hair. Actually, it was a major infatuation with red hair. Secretly, she had always ruffled Ron's hair just to touch it. It was so gorgeous. Very red; red red red. Plus, she had always commented to her best friend Ginny Potter, nee Weasley, about her fabulous hair. As well as Ron's, quite frequently too, that is, when they were an item.

There was one very important instance of Hermione's lust for red hair; it was just before Ginny got married to Harry Potter.

Ginny was in her wedding dress, which, by the way, was absolutely made for Ginny, and just adjusting her veil and Hermione was staring intently at her hair.

"Why can't I have your hair Ginny?" Hermione asked pathetically.

"Oh, Mione, you hair is gorgeous, you just need to work on the hair spells. Actually, you just need to find the right brush…"

"Ginny!" Since, at this point, Hermione was quite aggravated with her best friend, she banged her head on the wall nearest her.

"Hermione, I do have one last gift for you, since you are my best friend and my maid of honor. It's a magic brush. To make your hair always look like you want it. Not in color, but in how it actually looks." It was this day, when Hermione realized her obsession of red hair.

And the wedding was fabulous. There was lots of crying (from Mrs. Weasley) and lots of laughter (from Fred and George) and lots of booze (also from Fred and George). At the end of the reception, there were a lot of drunken people because of Fred and George. But Harry and Ginny didn't care because they wanted to consummate their marriage. Again. (AN: Yes, again. More will be learned in another chapter of why exactly they would be consummating the marriage for a second time. It is a slightly vital part to this story.)

The wedding was a year before Hermione broke up with Ron. She knew for a year, but had a lot of difficulty trying to figure a way to tell Ron about how she didn't love him. It was only when Harry and Ginny went on a trip for their first anniversary that Hermione told Ron. That is, with a bit of encouraging from Ginny.

At any rate, that was how Hermione's life went. She broke up with Ron, and buried herself within her work. Hermione worked practically twenty-four seven after her breakup that was, mind you, in July. Then aweek after the New Year, her boss, Amalia Anders, told her that she needed to take a sort of break, with a "fun" assignment.

"Hermione," Amalia said, "you need to stop with this working all the time. The quality of your articles has declined a lot since this "never stop working" phase. To put it simply, your articles have sucked.So instead ofthis "work work work" phase, you are going to interview the most eligible bachelor. He, this bachelor, I mean, is the co-owner of the most successful business in the whole wizarding world." Amalia sounded quite excited, with a hint of longing to be doing what Hermione was going to be able to do.

Hermione, because of her constant working, could not have possibly known who this bachelor was. And her boss noticed this by her blanked expression on the topic being discussed.

"Fred Weasley! Of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes!" And Amalia was screaming, and Hermione was dying. However, Amalia had mistaken Hermione's look of dread as a look of pure elation.

"You get to hang out with Fred Weasley! You get to hang out with Fred Weasley!" And over and over and over, Amalia sang that; even as she walked back to her office after leaving Hermione's assignment on her desk.

After learning this, Hermione promptly began banging her head against her desk. Over and over and over.

I'm going to have a horrible headache tomorrow! she thought to herself.

And so that was my first chapter. How was it? Do you want to read more? Because, I do! However, I first have to write the next chapter.

I will need 4 reviews in order for the next chapter to magically appear, please. Pretty please?

And now, here is the quote from the chapter title.

The day after tomorrow is the third day of the rest of your life.
-- George Carlin (Sometimes a Little Brain Damage Can Help, 1984)