Disclaimer: I do not, nor have I ever, or shall ever, own Harry Potter. All characters and plots belong to J.K. Rowling. But in my world, THAT'S different. I own the name Molly, though.

Mood Shampoo

"George Weasely, when I get my hands on you, you're gonna wish you'd never invented Weasely's Wizard Weezes!" came a shrill voice in the bathroom. Said person was grinning like a fool, as he knew what was going on. However, it was short lived when a furious, but funny looking Hermione Weasely.

Flashback

Hermione had been awakened by her only child, (so far) Molly. The cute little red-headed four-year-old, with her mother's chocolate eyes had taken to bouncing up and down on her poor mother's back. Needless to say, Hermione couldn't get back to sleep. She sighed and couldn't find the courage (or the energy) to be angry at the little girl. She turned around to pick Molly up and tickle her under her arms. Molly was soon in a fit of giggles as she squeaked for mercy.

After awhile of playing with the little ball of energy, Hermione had finally managed to tire Molly out. She yawned and was set into her own bed, where she snuggled into the covers. Hermione put a hand on her daughter's forehead to push away a few stray strands and then walked back to her room. She looked at her clock, which read five-thirty in the morning, and at the top it said "George: Home, in the Living Room." The alarm clock was set to act almost like the grandfather clock at the Burrow, but with the TIME! She called out to him.

"George?"

"Hmm?" was his reply.

"I'm going to take a shower!"

"Oka—wait…don't!" he tried to call back, but it was already too late. He had heard the door slam, and the sound of rushing water. He buried his head in his hands and sighed. This wasn't going to turn out well.

Present

Oh, how he wished he could be scared of his wife at the moment, but it was hard when her hair was turning into such a brilliant shade of red. His lips curved back into another grin as he held back his laughter.

"Do you find this funny, George?" shrieked Hermione.

"Immensely!" he replied, his shoulders now shaking with laughter.

"What did you do to me?"

"I tried to warn you, but you didn't listen," he explained in a slightly husky voice from his withheld laughter. "I was going to tell you that I had a test product in the shower so that you could avoid it, but by the time I tried to explain, you were already in the shower."

"You weren't trying to test it on me?" she asked curiously, her hair now turning orange with curiosity.

"No." he simply said

"Or Molly?" she asked with some irritation at the thought that he would dare try to experiment on their daughter.

"Certainly not," was his reply as he thought the same thing. "It was for me, and only me to test out. Rest assured, love, that I would never do that to you on purpose." He put his arms around her shoulders and kissed her forehead. Hermione's cheeks turned bright pink, as her hair became the same color. It was then that she realized that it was a Mood Shampoo. Satisfied with his answer, she gently kissed him on the lips, which he returned. While doing so, her hair was now the deepest shade of purple. George grinned.

"I think I like that color best!"

Hermione gave a soft giggle and smiled at her husband. Then, she realized something and became furious once more. George looked nervous.

"Tell me, George." She began with a smile, her hair betraying it, "if you were testing it out on yourself, why was it in MY shampoo bottle?"

The End!

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