The Story of an Auror's Romance

By: Jenny Lupin

Chapter 2

I slowly trudged up the street to my twin brother's shop. Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Their store had taken over Zonko's Joke Shop, and was a big hit with the Hogwarts students. The bell rang as I opened the door; Fred was sitting at the check out counter, writing numbers down on a piece of parchment. George was assisting a customer, so I decided to talk to Fred first. I walked up to the check out, and tapped Fred on the shoulder. His head shot up, and he smiled. "Oh hey Ginny. It's nice to see you." Then he noticed my mood, "Is anything wrong." I brandished the papers. "Oh no. I can't believe Ron gave you him. He has been contemplating that for a month." I nodded, "I know, he told me." The customer had left and George was tidying up a shelf. "Oi! George, Ron gave Ginny, Malfoy!" George came up to the front; "He actually gave you Malfoy? The nerve of that guy." I shrugged, "It can't be all that bad," I said. Fred and George looked at each other and then started to laugh. "Gin," George began, "not all the bad? You have got to be joking! I mean you know how hard it is to find this guy!" I nodded, "Yes I know, I have thought about the whole time." The bell on the door rang, and in walked Harry. "Hey Harry," the twins called over to him in unison. "Hey guys," he said as he walked up to the front. "Oh, sorry, and girl," I smiled. "So," Harry continued looking around the store. "Do you have anymore of those Canary Creams?" he asked. Fred went to a certain section of the store, and he was back in a flash. "How many would you like old boy?" he asked. "I'd just like one please," Fred gently pulled out a cream, as if it was porcelain. "That will be 10 sickles." Harry paid the money, and took the bag George handed to him. "Thanks guys," He waved good bye to them as he walked out of the store. "Well, I better go," I said. I hugged both of them, and after much arguing, I took a Canary Cream. I don't know why I take their gags, but I guess I should to show moral support them being my brothers and all. I stuffed the bag into my pocket and continued walking to the Three Broomsticks. I rounded a corner, and I connected with something soft. I fell on my butt when I hit the ground. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going," an oddly familiar voice said from above me. I looked up into silvery eyes. Oh crap, not now. He extended a hand and I took it, "I think I wasn't looking where I was going. I round corners to quickly." I then proceeded to look up at his face. It was just like the picture, except his smirk was missing. We stared into each other's eyes for a moment. "Do I know you?" he asked. I gulped, "Yeah. Sort of." Then, realization dawned on his face, "Weasley?" I nodded. "Wow, you look different since the last time I saw you." I blushed a little bit. "You look different too." He smirked. Then, I just thought of something, where was his cruelness. "Wait one second. Shouldn't you be calling me Weasel or mudblood- lover or something?" He chuckled, "I guess, if you want me to call you those names." I shook my head furiously, "No that's ok, I was just a little curious." He chuckled again. "I guess that's another different thing about me. I don't tease people as much anymore. I have seen the error of my ways." I smiled, "Well, I better go, I have a lot of work to do," he nodded, "Same here," I started to walk away but then turned around. "I guess I'll see you later." He nodded. "Yeah, I'll see you." Then I turned around and walked back to my apartment. When I got into the entrance to my door, and closed it behind me I said, "What the heck did I just do? I was supposed to be catching this guy! Ugh!" I plopped down on my couch, and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.