It was a year after the wizarding war. Voldemort was defeated. The trio finished school and graduated. Instead of working for the Ministry, Hermione had other plans. She always felt like working at a bookstore. That was her dream and it came true. She found an empty space that was on the market in Diagon Alley. She took advantage and jumped right in to buy the storefront.
Though the storefront was next to the joke shop, she was glad to be next to George whenever he would need the help. He was too stubborn to admit that he needed help, but he knew that he could count on her. The two of them had in fact become close.
After the war things had gone south for Hermione. Her parent were off in Australia. The Wesley's had graciously adopted her as their own. She and Ron both split up amicably. It was still a struggle to go back the way they were though. Molly wasn't pleased by the way things ended between the two of them. But, you can't force love. Can you?
Things were going well, until one spiteful night at the Weasleys. "Quiet!" Arthur yelled. The talking ceased to exist. "Thank you." He said then paused. "Now that I have your attention," he said then passed everyone a piece of paper. "Everyone has already been paired to their partner. If you can't comply, you'll be stripped of your magic." Arthur sighed. The yelling commenced. "This is out of my hands! It doesn't bode well to yell at me." He tried to calm them down.
Molly placed her hand on his shoulder. "It's not your fault dear."
Everyone opened their letter. "Lavender Brown?! You've got to be joking!" Ron yelled and stormed out of the room.
Harry smiled and looked up at Ginny. "At least we've got each other…"
Hermione and George look up. "Well, it could've been worse." George joked.
Hermione used her paper to swat him with it. "What does that supposed to mean?"