Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does.

A/N: This is my first ever chaptered fan fic. I hope you enjoy! :D


Everything seemed like a typical afternoon in Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes with the shop bustling with adolescents scurrying to try out several products. However, one thing seemed to be out of place to George Weasley, who was overlooking the store's activities from the front counter. Where was Fred?

Suddenly, he got an answer in the form of a plea from the other side of the shop.

"Just one date!" exclaimed a loud Weasley twin who had his arms stretched out with hands clasped together in a begging motion. His eyes were gleaming with passion and he was attracting the attention of many customers as he followed Hermione around the shop. Whispers were exchanged and curious glances were being pointed towards their direction when Hermione snapped.

"Frederick Weasley, if I have to tell you one more time that I absolutely will not go out with you, I refuse to talk to you for the rest of the week." Hermione stated solemnly as she placed another box of Canary Creams on one of the shelves inside Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

"But 'Mione…" Fred pleaded back at her. If Hermione had taken her eyes off of the shelf to look at him, she would have seen him seconds away from going down on his knees and begging.

"Fred, cut it out," the bright witch merely answered before pushing past him, refusing to look at him, and moving towards Fred's twin brother who was witnessing the whole occurrence from behind the front counter. "Are there any other things that need to be organized, George?" She questioned lightly with a sigh, hoping there was nothing else so she had an excuse to go home and sort her thoughts through.

"Actually, there are a few more things upstairs. I'll get 'em." The other half of the Weasley twins said before leaving his position at the front counter and heading towards the back room which lead to the staircase to go upstairs to his and Fred's flat. Halfway up the stairs he let out a deep breath and proceeded to sit on one of the steps. "My brother is going to need all the time he can get." He thought tenderly and decided to wait it out and lie to Hermione when he got back, explaining that he swore they were in his room when they were indeed in Fred's.

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"Hermione Jean Granger, I would like to make a proposal." Fred finally declared in a serious tone after contemplating long and hard about what his next game plan was going to be to making the gorgeous brunette agree to go out with him.

Hermione gaped at him with a look of curiosity- She had never seen Fred so serious about something, especially when it pertained to her. He seemed to avoid being serious as if it was a fatal illness that could instantly kill him. "You want to ask me to marry you?" Hermione deadpanned before looking at him with feigned shocked wide eyes. She started to flail her arms around while she began to speak, "I didn't even agree to go on a date with you and-"

"No. I mean…I would like to make a deal," he cut her off before staring into her eyes with more determination than she'd ever seen in her life.

"Fred…" was all she could mutter before turning away and looking at a smudge on her shoe that had seemed to take her interest in that moment.

"I have a week to make you fall for me...Without snogging you or shagging you senseless or advancing on you in a physical way." A blush crept along Fred's face at the mention of the several displays of affection and he swiftly continued, "If after this week, you still have absolutely no interest in me, I promise to leave you alone." He said quickly as he shuffled his feet and leaned on a shelf waiting for her response.

As soon as Hermione was able to take in what the tall, ginger-haired boy had said, a girl that had to be around thirteen walked up to the two with a box of Patented Daydream Charms and asked if Fred could assist her. He glanced at Hermione with a look that nearly begged for her to consider before heading to the front counter to ring up the girl's items.

Hermione slumped to the ground and massaged her temples with her soft fingers, trying to clear her thoughts. "Has Fred gone mad? He's never acted this way before. I'm sure it's all a joke to him anyway. He's surely thinking that he can make me fall for him and as soon as I do, he'll reveal it's all a prank. I will not allow myself to fall for someone who absolutely cannot take a relationship seriously..." she thought to herself as she saw a figure walk up to her.

She let out a deep breath, but when she looked up, it was George who was standing over her with a couple of boxes of their signature Weasleys' Wildfire Whiz-bangs in his arms. She glanced over to the front counter and saw Fred preoccupied with a couple of customers who had questions and a few more who had other products that needed to be checked out. A wave of relief crashed over her upon realizing that she had more time to think her decision through. She figured that as long as George was here, she could ask him for some advice about what should be done about the whole situation.

"George, if this is just one of your antics with Fred, can you just spill it right now?" she asked of the slender ginger boy who put down the boxes next to her and proceeded to sit down right in front of her.

"Hermione, I can tell you in all honesty that if something was going on, I'm not in on any of it." He said looking over to his other half who was putting on a smile for their customers and nervously glancing over to where he and Hermione sat. George looked up and saw her eyes staring at the ground with her eye brows furrowed as she plunged herself deep into thought.

"George not knowing what Fred has going on in his head…?" Hermione thought bewilderedly. "Fred can't actually be interested in me, can he?"

When she didn't say anything, George continued, "My brother and I like to pull pranks, yes. But we would never intentionally jeopardize a person's feelings, let alone their heart. I trust that if Fred is asking you on a date, he sincerely wants to go out with you, Hermione." He gave her a comforting smile before jumping to his feet and filling his arms with the boxes yet again. "Don't worry about these. I got 'em. I figure you have much bigger things to deal with as of now." He stated before heading off to where he and Fred kept their stocks of the Whiz-bangs.

When the numbers of customers dwindled down to three or four adults who were merely looking around at all of the products in awe, Fred made his escape from the front counter and back to where he left Hermione near the back of the store.

"So, 'Mione…what do you think?" he asked flashing a look of pure hope in her direction.

"One week?" She asked for clarification as a thousand thoughts raced through her mind.

"One week." He replied, nodding and smiling as he could guess where her thoughts were leading her with this.

"…Alright. You have exactly one week, starting tomorrow." She agreed before slowly picking herself off the ground and before she knew it, she felt toned arms wrapping around her delicate frame, embracing her into a bear hug.

"I thought you said…n-no advancing on me…physically?" she choked out between breaths that were being squeezed out of her by the excited Weasley twin.

"You said yourself that this deal started tomorrow." He winked and grinned at her with the most enchanting smile he could put on.

"Don't make me regret my decision already, Fred." She countered back, looking away from the smile that was certainly trying to attract her. When she looked up to see a look of horror cross his features, she smiled before enlightening him. "That was just a joke." Her eyes lit up playfully at the sight of the automatic change of expression on his face.

Before he could comment on her attempt at a joke, she turned to walk away and stopped mid-way to the entrance of the shop to face him and genuinely smile at him.

"See you tomorrow, Fred."


In the next chapter: Hermione's doubts continue to grow.