Background:
Hermione/Harry Pre-existing Relationship, Fred/Hermione/George Friendship
Post-Hogwarts
Summary: Hermione is an interior designer for the rich and famous in the Wizarding and Muggle World. Her newest job should have been done by now, but with the Weasley Twins as clients, you never know what could happen. Luckily, Harry temporarily saves them from her wraith.
Quote is from Friends.
Harry walked into the Weasley Twin's flat, a bouquet of yellow roses behind his back. He smiled when he heard Hermione's voice floating toward him from the living room of the flat.
"Now, I ordered all the furniture from the magical branch of Pottery Barn. I should be here around 12:30 because I have to fix something at Wood's place. The furniture will be delivered between 12 and 1. I expect you to be here because I know you have no scheduling conflicts." Hermione dictated, checking over her clip board and preparing herself for the complaints that she knew were coming.
"I hate Pottery Barn," George groaned, sitting back in one of the lawn chairs they currently had.
"Yeah, I hate Pottery Barn too! They kicked me out of there just because I sat on a bed." Fred added, sitting down in the other lawn chair.
"You took your pants off and claimed under the sheets!" Hermione exclaimed, rolling her eyes.
"Hey Potter!" the Twins exclaimed, spotting Harry and wanting the turn Hermione's glare away from them.
"Hey guys," Harry responded before wrapping his arms around his wife, kissing her cheek. He presented the roses to her, "Hello, Beautiful."
"Hello, Harry," Hermione responded, smelling the flowers before turning back to the Twins, glare back in place, "Be here by noon tomorrow. Don't touch anything until I get here. Do you understand me? Because, I swear to God, if you do anything to that furniture, including sending it back, you WILL regret it. Do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal." The Twins answered, terrified of the witch in front of them.
"Good!" Hermione leveled them with one last glare before turning a dazzling smile to Harry, "How was your day, sweetheart?"
"It was good. Wood says that I broke the record for number of wins in a row."
"That's incredible. We should celebrate tonight. I'll make your favorite meal."
"I have a different way to celebrate in mind." Harry kissed her before apparating them to their house.