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Summary: Take trouble and make it double. When Dr. Hermione J. Granger has to give up her healer's practice and go into quarantine after a bad bout of magical dragon flu has gone around...she doesn't go into quarantine alone. Two redhead Weasley twins are eager to help her and also, well my bad, they might've been the ones responsible for giving her the flu in the first place. "But we'll make it up to you I swear!" George exclaimed while Fred sat back on her couch and made himself at home. "What's for dinner?" Fred asked. Hermione crossed her arms. "I am not going to babysit you two while we're in quarantine, why did you have to come to my flat for this?" "The Burrow is already overloaded besides Mum says she doesn't want us getting dad sick!"
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Part 1: Closure
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"Dr. Granger, I'm sorry but you have to close down your practice, at least for two weeks and the foreseeable future," the health inspector told her.
Hermione tried not to lose her temper. "Are you serious? I've done everything, every spell possible, to prevent myself getting the illness? Do you know how many people I help in my practice daily? I can't close down!"
Inspector Hubert was unwavered by her emotional appeal and fixed his magical flu-shield over his body as he addressed her. "I'm sorry but it's Ministry's orders. Even if you incubated and covered yourself in ten layers of protective spells to prevent the spread, you've tested positive Granger so you must go out of practice temporarily." He took out a pen and filled out a form. He rolled his eyes at her. "Just go home Granger, your nurse healers can look over things while you're gone."
Hermione sighed. "I just don't understand how I could have caught it. You know I'm an expert at healing and preventative spells. Are you sure there wasn't a mistake with the test?"
"The test cannot make mistakes," he told her. "And it's too bad...but you do know it can be transmitted by your partner. Perhaps at home, your partner was not as careful as you were..and they gave it to you?"
Hermione sighed doubly. "That's just the thing. I don't have a partner right now. I practically live at the practice and then I go home just to a cat. I may as well have already been in self-imposed quarantine."
The Inspector smirked. "I'm sure you'll find ways to amuse yourself. Word has it you were overworking yourself into an early grave."
"I love my work, and my patients," Hermione said staunchly.
"I'm sure you do, which is why you know you need to go home. Close up and lock up the building!" he shouted to his minions who began to spray down the whole building before ushering everyone out and putting a closure sign on the front door.
Hermione glumly walked out the front door of the practice before apparating home.
Crookshanks greeted her at the door but then she heard a riffling and the sound of laughter from the kitchen.
Who was in her home? she wondered. Harry and Ginny were out of the country on extended leave to the Caribbean. Her family was in Australia. Who else would crash into her flat unannounced?
She crossed her arms as her eyes fell on the answer. Or rather two answers.
"Hullo, doctor!"
"Hey, Granger!" the other one said and whistled at her.
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