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Jewels

"Yes, it's right over there, would you like me to show you?"

George watched as Luna directed a small boy to their newest product: Shapeshifting Teddy Bear. They had been inspired by Harry's godson, Teddy, who had wanted his teddy bear to be a monkey instead. So they used the same spells they used to turn Ron's teddy into a spider all those years ago and now, all the child had to do was tell the bear what sort of animal they wanted, and it would turn into that animal. Still stuffed, of course. Both Hermione and Luna had thought it was brilliant.

Now, Luna had crouched to the boy's level, to talk to him. George liked how she talked to him, not as if he were a child at all, but as an equal. She took the time to explain to him how the bear worked, and to ask him what animal he would like it to be. Now she was laughing; with him, not at him. Apparently, something was funny. She then hoisted him onto her shoulders, and took him over to the Shapeshifting Teddy Bears, letting him grab one from the top shelf.

The young boy's mother now lead the boy to the register, where George was currently stationed. As he rung up the bear from them, the woman said, "Oh, you have such friendly staff here! That Luna girl was fantastic!"

"Thank you, I assure you that we only hire the kindest, most helpful people we can find," George said, coming around the counter and handing the bear to the boy. Bending to his level, George said, "Now, you'll need to speak very clearly to get the bear to change, okay? Take your fingers from your mouth and give it a try."

"Festwal!" the boy tried, but the bear just gave a very unsafe looking shake. George looked to the boy's mother for help. "Thestral," she said clearly, and the bear changed into the beast with ease.

George, who had never seen a Thestral before, found the creature quite unnerving. But he plastered a smile to his face as he waved them goodbye, before going back behind the register.

"Thestrals are very misunderstood creatures you know," Luna said, appearing at George's side. She wore a sunshine yellow tank top, green capris and a name tag. Her wand was behind her ear, with was also adorned with radish - no, they were dirigible plums, George corrected himself - earrings, and her butterbeer cork necklace. She didn't have any shoes on, but she didn't seem to mind.

"Only people who have seen death can see them, right?" George asked, as Luna hopped up onto the counter.

Luna nodded, "Oh, yes. I'm not sure if you were familiar with this uncommonly known fact, but Thestrals pulled the carriages at Hogwarts."

George raised an eyebrow. "Really?" Luna nodded again. "That's cool. Say, Luna?" Luna looked up at him expectantly. "Would you like to go out on a d - " George hesitated. "W - would you like to take your lunch break now? I could make us some sandwiches up at the flat."

Luna's smile faltered for a second. She had thought - maybe even hoped - that he was going to ask her out. "Sure, George. Let's go before the Blibbering Humdingers realize that we've gone. They like to steal light fixtures when people aren't around you know."

George laughed, taking Luna's hand. "We'd better go now then!" He didn't notice Luna's blush as he grasped her hand in his own. He was too busy scolding himself for not asking her out. He was a Gryffindor! Where had all his courage ran off to? Probably to hang out with the Bumbling Humbugs or whatever, George thought to himself, chuckling quietly as he lead Luna upstairs.

"What is the purpose of this again?" Hermione asked, watching Fred stir a very ugly looking potion.

"This is our newest product, a potion that will make people confess who they really fancy," Fred explained. "Unlike our love potions, this doesn't cause infatuations. You could give some to a friend, so that you can help get them together with someone, or you could give some to your girlfriend/boyfriend to know if they truly fancy you."

Hermione didn't look impressed. Especially when Fred waved a spoonful of the potion in her face. Crinkling her nose in disgust (but it was also adorable), she pushed it away. Fred smirked at her. "Didn't I mention? Employees must test at least one product. Come on, even you know this one's harmless!"

Hermione bit her lip. But if she drank that, Fred would find out who she fancied and he would laugh . . .

"I won't laugh!"

Oh sh*t. "Did I say that out loud?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, and I solemnly swear I won't laugh, no matter how funny it is! I've learned to restrain myself after years of pretending to not have been the culprit," Fred said, with a glint in his eye that Hermione didn't trust.

Hermione eyed him suspiciously, then took the spoon from him, swallowing the unappetizing potion. "I fancy Frederick Gideon Weasley," she blurted out, before covering her mouth with her hands, her face going as scarlet as the Gryffindor robes.

Now Fred was not expecting that.

But he got over his shock quickly, pulling Hermione off her stool, close to his chest. "You know, Mione, I've been waiting for years to hear those words." And Fred closed the gap between their lips.