A/N: Okay guys, here we go! Sunday (well, not quite) update #2 is heading your way!

Hermione Granger hated un-packing, or, even packing for that matter. The way she saw it, it seemed such a waste to have put it all the time and energy into organizing your things, to just take it all apart and having to start from scratch. She was reminded of this unfortunate characteristic trait as she sat on her living room floor, staring wearily at the mounted piles of shipping boxes aligned on the left wall.

It wasn't even the physical labor of moving all her things, which could be easily solved by magic, but the fact of the matter was that Hermione wasn't a naturally organized person. Although those who were only acquainted with Hermione would say otherwise, those closer to her would easily share the many stories in which it took Hermione weeks to get all of her things settled at Hogwarts, and the inevitable mess her life became when she was especially busy.

It took a great deal of effort to portray her self as being very put together in all aspects of her daily life. She was very persuasive, seeing as she had previously worked in magical law, and she often had to stop herself from being influenced negatively by her own mind. She had to consciously condition her self to not follow her basic instincts, whether it be on whether or not to take the time to put away her files neatly rather than shoving them in, or if her dishes could wait until morning to be washed.

With the lack of energy to convince herself otherwise, Hermione decided to leave the boxes be for the day, since having every thing packed in its own separate box was some kind of organization in itself, moved to magically put her furniture together.

Hermione stopped to survey the last piece of furniture she had set up in the apartment. Her bookshelf. It was a present given to her by none other that Fred Weasley. After leaving her work at the ministry, Hermione had interned at Flourish and Blotts, quite a step down from her first job out of Hogwarts, but Hermione couldn't deny that her true passion was books, and reading law texts only satisfied some of her thirst for knowledge, so she decided to take the position anyway. Many a night she had spent putting away books in the antique mahogany shelves. She had become quite attached to them, often getting lost in books she discovered, and would end up spending more time near those shelves than in her own home. Towards the end of her internship she had been informed that the entire store was soon to be refurbished, and as much as she protested, the ultimate decision was made that the shelves would be taken down along with the rest of the renovations.

Hermione, having been kindling her friendship with Fred Weasley at the time, often shared her discontent with him over moody and everlasting spiels about the importance of the bookshelves.

Fred had found it both endearing and irritating that she could be so passionate about a set of inanimate objects, not to mention it had been putting quite a damper in his plans to get Hermione to go out with him. She had been too busy worrying about those stupid pieces of wood to notice his advances, how he had started to put his hand on her back, or would whisper in her ear to get her attention. On more than one occasion he had to stop himself from just snogging her at dinner to get her attention. Wasn't she supposed to be one of the smartest women in the world? That's when he formulated his plan.

After three weeks of Hermione's constant complaining, and with her internship having been completed, he contacted the owner of Flourish and Blotts about some very important bookshelves...

A week after Hermione's internship, she had been looking at spaces for her own shop. Having money saved from her highly lucrative law career, Hermione couldn't wait to have her own shop. She thought she had found the perfect shop, but it wouldn't be ready for her to use for another 6 months! Hermione didn't mind, as it was well known that she liked having ample time to be fully prepared for her opening. Her only apprehension being the space was quite always from Wizarding London.

As she walked into her flat, she felt that something wasn't quite right. Something was different, something new. That's when she noticed the shelf. Standing in front of the wall that led to the kitchen, was the Flourish and Blott's bookshelf she had spent so much time thinking about. Not thinking about how it had gotten in her apartment, she walked over to it slowly, running her hands along the stained wood. On the back wall of the shelf, there was a carving; a heart with the letters HG+FW encircled, with a question mark beside it. Propped next to the wall, was a card, with a vault number where the rest of the shelves were held. Hermione felt tears prick her eyes at what the gift had meant. She couldn't believe that he cared enough about what she had been discussing with him for the past few weeks to actually do something about it. It was the best gift anyone had ever given to her.

Needless to say, Hermione and Fred began their relationship less than twenty-four hours after finding the shelf. She apparated to his apartment straight away, and they went on their "first date" that very night.

To this day, Hermione still used those bookshelves in her first bookstore, and refused to use any other for her personal collection than the one he especially gave her, despite its history.

Sighing at the memory, Hermione put the last book on the bottom shelf.

Hearing her front door open, a feminine voice called out "Hermione!" as a bubbly red head entered.

A smile erupted across Hermione's face as she rose from her knees, and ran over to the giddy girl.

"Ginny!" She gushed hugging her tightly.

Ginny, holding her out at arms length, exclaimed, "It's been so long since I've actually seen you in person!"

"It hasn't been that long." Hermione said, smiling slightly.

"Well it's been long enough." Her face turning mockingly stern. "And if you ever do this to me again-" she started, flushing slightly red.

"You'll release the Molly Weasley that's been lying dormant in your genetic make-up on me." Hermione joked.

"Good to know you were listening." She winked.

A/N

Okay, so I originally had the intention of making this chapter much longer than my previous one's, but it went in an entirely different direction than I had expected the chapter to, so I need to take a few days and regroup as to where I want to go for the next chapter, so let me know what you think, and i'll see you with another update next week!