A/N Hey ok this is really stupid of me to have ANOTHER story going, but I love the Fred or George and Hermione pairings almost as much as I love Blaise or Draco pairings. So I decided to write one. I am Soooooo sorry that I haven't updated my other stories, but I swear after this one, I am totally putting them in a rotation. I am going to write a chapter for one then another and so on and so forth. I promise to upload soon!

P.S. I am going to St. Louis in like a month! It's going to be me, my sis, and grandparents. We are going to do a bunch of stuff, stay in a hotel, and most importantly….see my cousins! This may not seem that great to you but I haven't seen them in so long that last month I found out that one of my cousins was married and now had a few month old kid. Yeah after I hug him I am Soooooo punching him. Nut they are like my favorite cousins EVER! I just can't wait to see them!

Disclaimer: I (obviously) do not own Harry potter. Oh! And I also don not own the movie…that I am going to see on the premier! Its tomorrow/today. It's like at midnight so it's technically tomorrow…but today…if that makes sense.

Dedication: This is dedicated to the people who actually toke the time to read my really long authors note….if no one did…then…yeah

Chapter 1

"GEORGE WEASLEY YOU GET YOUR LAZY ARSE DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" I was seething. This was the third time this week. And it was Tuesday!

*Pop* "Yes mademoiselle? You called for my incredibly sexy arse?"

"Two things. One, I never said OR thought your arse, or any other part of you was sexy. Two, what is this?" I held up some underwear. They were red with gold letters that said pranksters do it better.

"Well, they appear to be my favorite pair of underwear. Why do you ask? Were you planning on putting a fashion show for me only wearing those?" He wagged his eyebrows and I felt my eyes narrow.

"No! I asked, because this is the third time this week you have left them in her. This is a SHARED bathroom. As in it is also MIN E. Now if you don't start picking up after yourself, then I will start vanishing every pair that are left in hear." I folded my arms across my chest in raised an eyebrow at him. Let's see him try and get out of that one.

"Well well well. I always knew you wanted t see me without my underwear on."

"No! I most certainly do not want to see you without your underwear on."

"Oooohhhh! So you want to rip them off yourself. I get it now."

"No! I don't …ugh!" I stomped into my room and slammed the door. Why did I have to be stuck with him? Just because I freaking lived in his apartment. Yeah. A few years ago, I became a co-owner with them after working in the shop for a while. We then decided it would be best if I moved in with them. The flat above their store has four bedrooms, but only two bathrooms. So we split them. George and I share one. While Fred and whoever is currently staying share one. Yes…there is almost always someone spending the night.

The bedrooms were all big enough to be the master bedroom. So it didn't matter who got what room. Fred got the one closest to the kitchen. The guest room was after that, and didn't really have anything special about it. The bathroom was in between them. Then was George's room. It had a good view. It showed all of Diagon Alley. Then came our…sadly…connecting bathroom. It was a very nice bathroom actually. It had a very large bath tub. It was like a smaller version of the prefects' bathroom. In stead of being the size of an Olympic swimming pool, it was more like one of those home pools that fit about ten people. The shower was normal sized, but had any temperature and colored AND scented water you could possibly want. And you didn't even need to adjust it. It automatically turned to want you wanted based on detecting you mood. It was pretty amazing (and my invention. We sell them in the shop.) Then comes my room. It has no windows, but since it's in the back, if the door is open I can hear everything going on in the apartment. If it's closed there is nothing to distract me. It's like my own little piece of heaven. I love it.

*Knock knock* UGH! Why do these people always wish to bother me?

I got up and opened the door. It was Fred with the post. I thanked him and took my mail. I went into the living room and sat down on my chair. (We all have loveseats to ourselves with an extra couch.) We always go and read our mail in the living room. Just in case there was a mix up or there is some important news. It's a little weird, but we really have almost no secrets from each other. We have gotten so close that it's almost like we are triplets. I have even gotten into the finishing each others sentences habit. Once we were all seated we looked at what we had.

George said, "I have one from mum, two from Ginny, a letter from Harry, and a ministry owl."

Then Fred, "I've got the same. What about you Minnie?"

Yep, my nickname. I got tired of mia and mione so I had them find a new one for me. "Well, I also got a letter from the ministry, one from Blaise," We had actually become good friends after the war. He wasn't such a bad guy, "One from Molly, Four from Ginny, and a few from customers." We didn't know why, but the letters for all three of us about the business usually went to me.

"Ok, lets all read the ones from the customers, then the ministry ones. They are probably what the others are about." George reasoned.

I opened the first, "Dear Weasleys and Granger, I have seen your merchandise and I have a business offer….B ORING" I threw that one in the fire. I read through all of them and they all pretty much said that they loved our store and wanted to buy it from us. I threw them all in the fire.

WE all opened our ministry owls. It said:

Dear Miss Granger,

As of yesterday at approximately 4:03 in the after noon, the ministry has declared a new law. It is called the Muggle born wed law. It states that any unmarried muggle born which or wizard that is between the ages of seventeen and thirty five must marry a pureblood counterpart. It also states that this bond will be permanent and anyone who is caught committing adultery, or any other act that brings shame on their spouse, will be sent to Azkaban and there wand snapped.

We are truly sorry for any inconvenience this may cause. We do not wish any hard feelings on anyone.

The marriages must be done within the year, or the previously mentioned punishment will occur.

Your minister,

Kingsley Shaklebolt

I slowly lifted my head up and I think I froze. I felt the tears roll down my face, but I couldn't move a muscle. No matter what I did, I couldn't move.

I heard George say, "Minnie, we will make sure this turns out all right for you. Everything is going to be all right." He then picked me up bridal style, and carried me into my room. He sat down on the bed with me in his lap and finally came to. I started sobbing into his shoulder. I clenched his shirt into my fists. All the while he just rubbed my back ad rocked me saying sweet things into my ear about how everything was going to be fine and such.

I didn't stop crying for at least an hour. Good thing it was Saturday and there fore the shops only day closed.

When I was done crying, we just sat there in silence before I asked George, "George? How do you know it will all turn out fine? I mean what if I don't find a husband and have to go to Azkaban? "

"Shhh. You will find a husband. If nothing else, there are three Weasley boys …men…still available."

"Three?"

"Uhhhh yeah," he looked at me as if I was crazy, "Me, Fred, and Percy." We both shuddered at Percy.

"Well, I just thought that you wouldn't include yourself. I mean why would you want to marry me?"

"Minnie, of course I would marry you. You are smart and beautiful and funny. You would be the perfect choice." I could tell that he was just trying to make me feel better, so I thanked him and closed my eyes and went to sleep. What a horrible day so far.

A/N Soooooo? Is it worthy of continuation? If it is, then please review, otherwise I might just not continue it. I am kind of undecided at the moment.