Hermione looked around her small shop fondly. It was small, true, but it was very well situated, being in the eyeline of shoppers exiting the vastly popular Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes which was owned by her close friends Fred and George Weasley.

She had never thought that she would end up being a shopkeeper; she had always seen herself doing something more important with her life. She mused that she would still have time to work on inventing new spells and potions in her spare time, something she had taken up doing since the war ended.

One rather useful spell she had created had led Fred to suggest she open a shop. Her shop was to be more of a service in rare and difficult spells and potions. She would take commissions on projects and would stock potions that were generally difficult to make.

In the aftermath of the war they, the golden trio, had been allowed to choose their own rewards. Ron, rather obviously, had chosen money and had been granted much to help his poor family. Harry had decided he'd had enough seriousness and requested to try out for the England quidditch team (needless to say he'd been accepted onto it and also as seeker for the Wimbourne Wasps as well). This granted him the freedom and fun he wanted, but at the cost of adding to his fame.

Hermione had chosen a different tack. She had chosen knowledge. As a result the vast private library of their old headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, had been bestowed upon her. She was allowed to empty out the libraries of the rich Death Eaters she had helped defeat, including that of the Malfoys. They were much put out by this but when threatened with jail terms for uncooperation and for their crimes during the war, they quickly acquiesced. Draco Malfoy had been on the side of giving her the library from the start, an act which had surprised her, but she reasoned he was probably trying to turn over a new leaf and make amends for what he had put her through at school. She had also been sent rare texts by many important scholars. Also her old potions professor Severus Snape had left her his library in his will. This included all his annotated potions books which made tricky potions relatively easy to make, including (and she'd never tell Harry this) his old copy of Advanced Potion Making (the one Harry had stashed away in the room of requirement and she had snuck back in to fetch). Hogwarts library had also let her take books from the restricted section.

"What are you thinking about?" turning she saw the Weasley twins carrying a box between them through the door.

"Making plans. What have you got there?"

"Just a little something to help you get started." They set down the box. She opened it.

"These are the love potions you sell in your shop. What am I supposed to do with them?"

"Sell them." George said, as though it was the simplest thing on the planet. "And don't forget to tell them to stop in at ours after buying your products."

"But if I'm selling these to them, then they won't be buying them from you."

"So they'll buy lots of other stuff."

She turned away and rolled her eyes. Instead of helping her set up they wandered round the shop and examined her layout.

"Hey, what are these for?" Fred held up the calling cards that stood in a little box stand by the till.

"Spell cards. Fun little spells to give out at random with purchases. Neat idea huh?"

"Yeah. Mind if we borrow it? We could do jinxes and hexes."

"Is this the penalty for genius; to have it borrowed by reckless capitalists?"

"Capitalists, us?" they chorused.

"Now you know I meant that in the nicest way. Are you ready for your mother's Sunday lunch tomorrow?"

They snorted. "Heck no. Are you?"

"Can't wait. I haven't seen the whole family together for a day since I don't know when. It's been a long time since I've had a decent fight with Percy."

"Now, now. He wasn't such a pompous ass in the end after all." Fred grinned.

"Hit him with a stinging jinx and all that'll come out is hot air."

The twins guffawed and congratulated her on a smart-ass comment that was worthy of one of theirs.

The following morning she let herself into the Weasley twins' shop and thence upstairs to the flat in which they lived. She carefully opened George's bedroom door.

"You know, you could really do with better security." She declared, leaning comfortably against the doorframe. "Morning Angelina."

"Shit!"

Hermione sniggered. "Just thought you should know, we're due at the burrow in two minutes."

"What?"

"Knew that would get you up, you're so like Ron." She ducked out of the way as the pillows flew towards her. Laughing she turned to see Fred standing in his own bedroom doorway, very much shirtless. She blushed. He smirked. She blushed deeper.

"Are we really due home in two minutes?"

She chuckled. "Nope. We're not due for an hour. I just thought that it would be a fun prank to play on George." She jerked her thumb behind her to where a crash revealed George on the floor struggling into his trousers while Angelina picked up the table he had knocked over to.

"Not on me?"

"You are a morning person and George really isn't. The best time to prank a Weasley twin is in the morning for George and very early in the morning for you."

Fred crossed his arms and nodded approvingly. "I'm impressed. You're getting to be more like us every day."

"I hope that's a good thing."

"Don't even think about it, girl, you'll never out-flirt a Weasley twin." Angelina said coming up behind Hermione and making her jump out of the way.

"I wasn't flirting!" she insisted. "Honestly!"

"Nice try, sweetie, but you can't fool me. You flirt about as well as Harry does."

"Hey, he got the girl didn't he? Something must have worked."

"Yeah, but the girl was Ginny. Not exactly a tough sell."

"She's your sister."

"Yeah and she fancied him before she even met him."

"Kinda makes sense. Her strategy I mean; dating all those guys to try and make Harry feel something."

"Was that what that was?" Angelina asked. "Sneaky."

"It worked. Sometimes I think that was what Ron was doing with me when he started dating Lavender. "she snorted. "Who knew she'd get her hooks into him for good?"

Angelina giggled. "I know. It's such an old trick too."

"What? You think she wasn't actually pregnant when she told him she was."

"Think about it. She's not far enough along if she was pregnant before they got married."

"Makes sense, I mean it is the kind of thing she would do."

"I don't think Ginny's too happy about giving birth round about the same time as her. She's not too fond of her." Angelina laughed.

"Well I better go so you guys can get ready. I'll pop over so we can all go to the Burrow together. Angie, can I have a word a minute?" Hermione said heading for the stairs. Angelina followed.

"First off, call me Angie again and I am going to have to hurt you. What did you want to talk about?"

"Have you told George yet?"

"You know?"

"Looks like there are going to be lots of Weasley babies this year. Fleur's about to drop her second and Penelope's going to have Percy's in a few months. There's only two Weasleys who aren't having babies."

"Charlie has one in Romania."

"He does?"

Angelina smiled. "Yeah he found a nice little gypsy girl but he's too shy to introduce her into the clan yet."

"So its just Fred then. He'll have to find the right girl of course."

"What if he's already found her, but she's not available?"

"Alicia? She married Lee a few weeks ago didn't she?"

"I wasn't talking about her."

"Oh no, we are not going there."

"Why not?"

"Just because I fancied him like mad when I was still at school doesn't mean I still have feelings for him."

"What if he has feelings for you?"

Hermione rolled her eyes with a little sigh. "Trust me he doesn't."

"You're hopeless."

Hermione had meant to land out of the fireplace gracefully. However she hadn't counted on the new rug Mrs Weasley had bought with Ron's reward. She stepped out onto it, it slid, she stumbled and landed heavily on her bottom. Fred, who had gone through before her, grinned and chuckled as he held out a hand to help her up.

She glared at the guffawing blokes she called her best friends. Hugs and kisses were exchanged and as soon as George and Angelina arrived the girls gathered around her. They separated into a huddle and the boys shrank away as the volume increased. Pretty soon Mrs Weasley kicked the boys out, telling them to go set up the table in the garden and lay the table and ordered the girls to help her get lunch ready.

It didn't take long for the topic to change from the various pregnancies to the only unmarried and unpregnant one in the group. Hermione sulked and made her escape as quickly as possible by offering to carry stuff out to the table.

The boys were having the usual duel with the tables while Percy yelled at them for being infants. She rolled her eyes and nudged Ron, handing him the gravy boat. She whistled loudly through her fingers and cleared her throat when they all turned to look at her. They quickly returned the tables to the ground and started laying the cutlery and plates.

"So what brings you away from those heavenly smells?" Fred asked as he passed.

"Hah you don't want to know." She wandered over to where Harry and Ron were.

"Yeah, but we do." They urged, drawing her closer.

"If they have their way I won't be single anymore by the end of the meal."

"They're setting you up with Fred?" she shushed Ron as he had said it rather too loudly for her liking.

"Isn't that a good thing though?" Harry pointed out.

"Yes I am a bit tired of being the only unmarried girl in the group and yes I might have a little thing for Fred but that doesn't mean I want to get set up."

"You just want to stay in control right?" Harry grinned. She glared.

"I knew it!" Ron shouted, everyone turning to look at them curiously. "This is why you turned me down isn't it?" he didn't look too disappointed.

"Maybe."

"What's all this about?"

"Go away George." Ron said harshly.

"Ron, that's Fred."

"How do you do that?" he looked at her incredulously.

"It's easy once you see them as two individual people and not as a single entity as most people see them."

She smirked as Fred's mouth dropped open. Her giggle seemed to wake him up.

"Is this how you're the only person in the world who can always tell us apart, even when we switch?"

"Please, it's so easy to tell which is which, even if you switch. Hey that rhymes." She grinned cheekily, and dodged away as Fred lunged at her, presumably to torture her in some way into telling him how she did it. He fell flat on his face and she laughed along with his brothers. "You'll have to be faster than that to catch me."

"But you're not sporty." He protested through a mouthful of grass.

"True, you may have had quidditch to …firm you up but you haven't spent the last eight years chasing after the chosen boy trying to keep him out of trouble."

"Hey!" Harry put in.

"Well if speed won't work I'll have to resort to brains."

"Fat chance, Freddy. Haven't you heard, I am the smartest witch of the generation."

"Hermione? Where are you hiding, girl? Angelina's had an idea." Lavender called from the kitchen.

"This can't be good." Hermione muttered.

"Good luck." The men chorused. She grimaced over her shoulder at them.

The volume rose considerably when she opened the door, and although the voices were muffled when she closed it behind her, the squeals were still very audible indeed.

"Is it me or was ickle-Freddikins flirting with Hermione Granger?" Ron mocked as Fred stared at the kitchen, a worried look on his face.

"Shut up Won-Won." Fred fired back.

"Seriously mate, go for it. She does like you and though I missed my shot with her, you probably won't."

"Cheers Ron."

"But we have to say it…" Harry said.

"Since you said it to us…" Ron added.

"Hurt her and die a slow and very painful death. Clear?" they chorused.

"Wouldn't dream of it. Besides I'm far more scared of what she'd do to me if I did than what you two would do."

The others chuckled and Mrs Weasley looked out to call them in to help carry the food outside. Grumbling only a little they filed in.