So this is another one of my stories. No flames, disclaimer still applies.
A/N: This story takes place about 5 years after the fall of You-Know-Who.
It was an ordinary Sunday, and then everything changed.
I (Hermione Granger) had gotten a job at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Yes, I bookworm extraordinaire, got a job working for the pranksters extraordinaire. It will make more sense with a bit of context.
I have had the biggest crush on George for about as long as I have known him. Everyone thinks that me and Ronald will get together. They're all crazy. He is an annoying git. It's George that I've got my eye on. Unfortunately I think he might be gay. He hasn't had a girlfriend in like 5 or 6 years. I have no chance. BUT this unfortunate story of unrequited love brings us to the point of why I have a job at THEIR shop.
I needed a job. It was that simple. I was unemployed, because the Ministry didn't like that I told them how to run the country. So nobody associated with the MMO took me. Which led me to the Weasley Emporium of Death (my nickname for it). This was the last place I wanted to work because having to work with HIM (George) for 9 hours every day would really grate on my self-control. And it did. Having not one but 2 identical sexy people in your workplace day after day, after a whole day I just wanted to go to sleep.
BUT this Sunday was different. I was so tired, and I had a headache. I made the fatal mistake of saying this in front of Fred (who lived, the wall knocked him out, not dead) and he took me (and George which was odd but I wasn't complaining 'cause his arm was on me…) into the back room. Dangerous place, that. Fred pointed at a shelf and said "Take what you think you'll need. It's free." then left me with the sex bomb that was George. I kinda stared for a while. Then I remembered that Fred had pointed at a shelf. The shelf I looked at had all sorts of dangerous things. I picked up a can of what I thought was Aspirin. I open it up, then BAM! The whole bloody tube explodes and puts this weird gas all through the room. The second the mist hits George his eyes went blank and glazed over. I was quite scared. My headache was forgotten, and all I wanted to do was get out. Then the most hits me too.
I really don't remember what happens next.
Next thing I know both George and I are on the floor laughing at something I don't remember being funny. He told me that that gas was an experiment that went wrong. It was supposed to be a daydream mist, but made people tell things about the other person. He kept his mind because he had already been hit with the gas. Apparently I had told him that I liked him.
GOOD NEWS! George is not gay. That is what we had been laughing at. Turns out the reason that he hasn't had a girl in a while is 'cause he liked me! Fred has done that on purpose leaving that tube out because he was "tired of all the glances and wanted us to get our act together". I'm glad.
Because of that mist, George and I are now a happy couple. I'm engaged to be married in a few months and life is good. Ronald got together with Lavender, and Fred with Angelina.
It had been an ordinary Sunday, and then everything changed for the better.
THE END.
A/N: That might have been terrible. I don't know. I live for reviews. I give out virtual cookies. Here, take one in advance for your reviews: (::). HA YOU TOOK IT THAT MEANS YOU HAVE TO REVIEW!