Disclaimer: I own nothing, J.K. is genius. I am but a lowely fanfic lover, wishing to own full size living replicas of Sirius, Remus, and Fred.
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Hermione sat on the sofa in the living room of the burrow, the tea in her cup gone cold long ago. Sniffing as she stared at the floor, a sigh was heaved from her chest and her shoulder slumped downward. Molly Weasley, matriarch of the Weasley family sadly watched.
"I don't understand!" Hermione said, "How can anyone be OVER qualified? I'm either over qualified or under qualified, never acceptable! It makes no sense Molly, I've worked so hard my whole life so I wouldn't have to worry about getting jobs. I graduated top of the class! Suddenly it's too much,... no one wants me."
Molly sat by the young witch and silently listened, she wished there was some way to help her young friend. Ever since the war ended Ron and Harry both recieved dozens of new job offers every day, why was Hermione over looked? No that couldn't be it, people were still talking about her brilliance and knowledge, they all acknowledge that the war would have turned out much different were it not for Hermione.
Hermione placed her tea cup on the coffee table and leaned back in her seat. "You should have heard this one guy, 'Why don't you just become an Auror, you'd be perfect for the job?', I don't want to be an Auror! I'm through with excitement! All I want is a normal job! I helped take care of the big jerk. Other people can catch the little ones."
"I don't understand it either my dear. A young witch like yourself should have your pick of the lot when it comes to jobs. People are odd, it could be they are intimidated by you. You could quite literally do any job out there, replacing who ever might be interviewing you. Don't worry, something will come about." Molly tried to comfort the girl. "Why don't you stay for dinner, Fred and George are coming over as well. They still have some old things they want to move to thier appartment, being around those two should help cheer you up."
Hermione smiled a bit, "Thanks for listening Molly. I'd love to stay, I'd have to be a fool to refuse one of your meals!" Feeling a little better they started talking about other things.
Meanwhile
Fred Weasley was standing at the top of the stair way frozen in place holding the box of things he was bringing to his appartment.
"Hermione can't get a job?" He thought to himself, "But that's impossible. People should be breaking down the door to get her to work for them. Poor girl, she would be an amazing aset to any business or company. She's so smart in everything she could start her own business,...that's it!"
With a pop Fred was gone and the two women down stair were none the wiser of his previous presence.
Fred reappeared in the apparment that George and he shared.
"GEORGE! Where are you? I've got a great idea!"
George jumped out of the bathroom clearly being interupted from his shower as shampoo suds were still in his ginger hair.
"You've figured out how to stablize the 'vomit comit' projectile barf spray?" George said hopefully of their new invention.
'"No, but I really should finish my research on that." Fred turned around to head to the lab, "Wait! Oh ya, my idea. Remember how we've been planning on opening a new shop in Diagon Alley? I've got the perfect person for general manager!"
George stood waiting to hear who his perfect person was.."Well? Who is it?" George said impatiently.
"Oh, sorry, I was waiting for you to ask. Hermione! She knows everything there is to know about anything. I doubt managing a little store would be hard for her." Fred said enthusiaticly.
"I'm not sure Fred, there are probably other jobs she wants to do. Why would she be interested in a joke shop?" George replied.
"That's the thing, she can't get another job. No one will hire her, it makes no sense. They'll never find a more dedicated or smart worker then her. So why not take advantage of the situation and hire the worlds smartest person and at the same time help out a friend?"
"Ok, I'll go send her an owl before we leave, remember that mum invited us for dinner tonight. You better get ready." George turned to find thier owl before Fred interupted him.
"No need, she'll be there, that's how I found this all out, I was going to go downstairs to tell mum I was taking some things when I heard Hermione crying. I over heard them talking about it."
"OK," George said, "then hurry up and get ready we have to be there in 15 minutes."
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All right! What did you think for a first chappie? Be kind! REWIND! Or in this case, REVIEW! You know you want to! tries some peer pressure Everyone's doin' it! lol