"He met your family?" George asked with a slight grin as Hermione Granger leaned against his work table with a pout and hung her head as she rubbed her eyes.
"My entire family," she added as Fred began to chuckle.
"And how did that go over?" Fred asked a grinning Oliver.
"Pretty well," he answered, "Although, one of Hermione's aunts was a bit…."
"Rude, callous, horrid? Yes, that is my Aunt Ruth. The only thing she cares about is being the center of attention. Her daughter though is nice, my only female cousin my age," Hermione shrugged as Oliver arched an eyebrow at her.
"I thought I saw one other?"
"No, Robert and Luke are my age," she told him, "Jezebel is Robert's wife. They weren't there though, which was probably best, as they always get me riled up."
"Like we do?" George asked, tugging on a curl and making her swat him away.
"Yes, it seems rather similar," she smirked as the twins grinned back.
"But, Hermione, in all seriousness," Fred started worriedly, "Weddings are coming up and a few people have already come in to get 'gifts' for their new spouses. Is there any possible way for you to – "
"I'm trying," Hermione whined, slumping into George's seat behind the workbench, "I can't find anything. I can fight it, yeah, but that seems to be the only way. I doubt a petition would work, as they would only ignore it."
"You never did tell us how that hearing went," George remembered.
"I believe you remember the woman in charge – Dolores Umbridge?" Oliver gave a small grin when the twins froze and suddenly became absolutely livid.
"That awful woman?"
"That vile toad?"
"Are you joking?" they chorused, looking between the two as they shook their heads.
"Gred," George began after a quiet moment.
"Yes, Forge?" Fred asked.
"I believe we need to start on some new products right away," he said.
"And with this, we leave you," Hermione smiled as she stood and left with a wave, Oliver following her out.
"You were right," he smiled once they were out on the sidewalk, "That was amusing."
"Two seconds," she hummed, "I was expecting a lesser time."
"But I doubt that just Fred and George's pranks will make her go berserk enough to drop the edict, Hermione," Oliver noted.
She snorted and arched an eyebrow at him, "Please, did you think that was it? Oh no, Mister Wood, we have a lot more stops to make."
"So you're tellin' me I am about tah get married because of the toad?"
"Seems so," Hermione sighed, rearranging a vase of flowers that Seamus's mother had dropped off in an attempt to lighten up the place.
He was silent for all of five minutes, during which Oliver mentally compared their accents and wondered which place of residency they'd drop by next, before he straightened up and frowned.
"What d'yah need me tah do?" he asked.
Hermione grinned and started waltzing her way to the door, "Boom."
Seamus's grin grew, "Yah sure?"
"Positive," she smirked as Oliver glanced between them worriedly, "Believe me, Seamus, we're going to make the toad's head spin so fast, her warts will fly off."
Seamus chuckled and nodded before turning to Oliver and shoving his hands in his pockets as Hermione left, "Looks like if this thing falls through, you'll have your hands full."
Oliver sighed and headed towards the door, "And here I thought she was still Goody-Two-Shoes."
"Hah!" Seamus barked a laugh.
Oliver grinned back, "Yeah, I was dead wrong."
"Hermione, are you sure about this one? I mean, I understand the twins and Seamus and Dean, and even Neville Longbottom, but them?" Oliver asked as she rung the doorbell, rocking back and forth on her heels and waiting patiently.
"Of course I'm sure," she smiled before turning her attention back to the door, "I think they might want to help us the most."
"Ehh," Oliver said skeptically, "I highly doubt it."
Hermione only smiled more when the door opened and a dark skinned man opened the door, looking at her in confusion before turning his head and then quickly looking back.
"Hello, Blaise," she smiled.
He squinted at her for a moment more before leaning in a little, "Pansy?"
"No," Hermione frowned, "Hermione."
"No, no, Pansy, last week you used Polyjuice Potion to make yourself look like my mum and give me a heart attack, and so if this is the same joke – " Blaise began before Hermione cut him off.
"I'm not joking," she said, crossing her arms, "Where's your friend? He should hear this too."
Blaise stared at her for a moment more before glancing over at Oliver, "And you think this is a good idea because…why?"
"I don't," Oliver admitted, "I have no idea or control over what goes on in her head. But, so far, it's worked out pretty good."
Blaise sighed and swung the door open wider, nearly knocking the blonde in the face, "Well, we'll trust your judgment. Here's the Draco Malfoy you ordered."
Draco shot Blaise a glare before looking curiously at Hermione, "What do you want, Granger?"
She grinned wider, "Just a few favors."
Draco leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms and looking at her curiously, "And what makes you think we'd help you?"
She smirked, "Because you, Mister Malfoy, are set to marry a Miss Florence Figglehorn, and you, Mister Zabini, are set to marry her twin, Eugenia. Now, according to their names, they don't seem too pleasant to look at. And as I've heard on the street, you haven't met either of them. Do you really want to take that chance?"
Draco and Blaise stared at her for a moment before glancing at each other, simultaneously announcing that they were in.
Hermione grinned wider, "Brilliant. I'll Floo you with more details."
She then began her waltz down the hall, leaving Oliver there shaking his head.
"I have no idea what she's doing," he announced to the two.
"Great, we should form a club," Blaise grinned, "We'd have a big meeting, I should think."
Draco rolled his eyes and headed back inside, muttering about 'freaking Gryffindors.'
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