Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

A/N: Hey everyone... I'm back with a short update. I really can't believe this is chapter 16! I don't even remember what happened in the beginning. It seems so long ago. I hate feeling like I'm just shuffling along with no clue where I'm headed. Ok, so I have some clue- you can all breathe now- but it's not as directed as I'm used to. Maybe that's a good thing? I dunno. I had another bad week except for my birthday which was a little party in my otherwise evil life. I'm a writer, I'm allowed to be dramatic!

FORGOTTEN update...What did happen last time? author goes to check... Back now! Oh yeah. Burrow visit. Right, now that we're on the same page. They went to the Burrow, Mrs Weasley amused me lots and Ginny did some plotting. Then poor Emily had another traumatic day with the memory and losing her parents without ever knowing them. So then they went home and to bed (without any dinner, anyone notice?) Probably really early too thanks to their screwed up time zones! Ah well, now they're awake- again. At least no bruises this time. I feel like all they do is eat and sleep. Kinda like my Sims used to do. I'm babbling...

Thanks to my reviewers..

Thanks Little mimi- I love things that are cute! Maybe that's why I like this story so much?

Joan Marie Mese- I do intend to finish this fanfic. Someday maybe. Seems to be lasting forever. Glad you like it!

Jillie Rose- did you actually cry?

Amrawo- I feel I never update soon enough. I'm glad you get excited when I do though.

Amberjupiter- I don't care that you didn't sign in, you took the time to review! Thanks!

LunaLoveGoss- ok, so your review was for chap14, but I felt like I was missing you out! I loved the song too. I can totally imagine George singing. I have a friend just like him and he'd jumped off a stage once just for the attention. Love the name btw!

Ok, this chapter is a bit shorter but I like all the exciting inventions- you'll see! Oh and you can probably guess my mood from it!

"Good morning George." Emily smiled brightly as he entered the kitchen, his eyes barely open and his hair standing at many angles.

"Hmph." He grunted.

"Not a morning person then?"

"Is it morning? Really?"

"Yes. The exact time is 7:04am."

"Right."

"I didn't mean to wake you. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast."

"Breakfast?" George suddenly woke up at the thought of food. His eyes scanned the kitchen and saw that it was exactly how he had left it the day before- squeaky clean, only cause he had a guest.

"So how long you been at this then?"

"About 20 minutes."

"And what have you come up with?"

"A few pieces of very burnt toast."

"That's what that smell is then." George turned up his nose.

"Yeah. Sorry."

"So let me get this straight. You work in a restaurant but you can't even make toast?"

"I take orders and bring people their food. The most I ever have to make is a cup of coffee."

"Ok. Well you make the coffee, I'll make the food."

"Deal."

About an hour later George was finally awake enough to hold a conversation and decided today would be a good day to head into work, seeing as he was awake anyway. Emily was excited at the prospect of finally seeing the shop as they had managed to avoid it entirely by apparating everywhere. She couldn't wait to see George at work. If his inventions were half as good as his cooking she wouldn't be surprised if he was millionaire.

"So this is our first shop." George said dramatically as he opened his arms to direct her to the vastness that was the pokey little shop. "It's not our biggest, but it reminds us of what we started with. We were going to move locations but decided that we needed to keep our feet on the ground. It's pretty cosy, but it's only ever full on Hogsmead weekends so we really don't need the extra space. We have the stock on constant rotation and are pretty good at guessing the best sellers." George winked.

"Oooh, what are these?" Emily asked as she looked at a Patented Daydream Charm.

George couldn't help but laugh a little as he shook his head. Would she ever not get excited?

"How about you take one and find out." He winked.

"Okay…"

"Anything you like just tell me. Have a look around- I would give you a tour but I think I might need to have a look over the books. I'll let you see out back when you're done though." He smiled as he walked to the back of the shop.

Emily walked around the shop looking at all the exciting inventions. There were a million different sweets that did everything from turning your hair purple to making you burp bubbles. She made a mental note to be more wary of the things George offered her. After inspecting the trick wands, classic itching powder, truth finger snaps (for intense games of truth or dare), Voice-charmed journals and of course the cutest little Hippogriff she ever did see, she walked over to the pink display that had been the first to catch her eye.

The display was covered with hearts and had shelves with everything a girl could want. Love potions, beauty charms, chocolate without the calories or the fat, and bath charms (to create a relaxing bath that smelt of a favourite flower or fruit, with candles and petals included. Also proven to improve moods by at least 60 whilst removing tension from muscles.)

Emily smiled to herself. She knew exactly what products she liked, well perhaps not a love potion. She wouldn't really feel comfortable asking George for one. She pondered about coming back when he wasn't there. No! I can get a guy all by myself. Even if it is a specific guy whom I happen to be living with…

"Ah, so you found the girl display then."

"You aren't being sexist are you?" Emily replied defensively.

"Well I hardly think that we're going to sell Magic Away Eyebrow Wax to many male customers."

"Well you might. But what about bath charms or love potions for that matter?"

"Okay. So it's possible a guy might want them- but they rarely have the courage to buy them."

"So they have to go about it the old fashioned way then." Emily mused.

"Yes. For the majority of the male species, that's not a problem. Our charm does all the work for us."

"Is that so Mr. Weasley?"

"Yes."

"And you're putting yourself into the charming category then?' Emily grinned.

"Well yes I am. I do think I have a certain…"

"Arrogance?"

"I was going with appeal."

"Hmm. Yes I expect you do."

"So, do you like any of these?" George asked after an awkward silence.

"It is a good range. I was excited by the bath charms, and the chocolate."

"Well we have a set out back you might want to have. On the house of course."

George led her out the back into the store and inventing rooms. After reaching the storeroom he led Emily to the counter while he ran into a row of shelves and emerged with a large gift basket filled with pink tissue paper and "girl" products.

"Ginny made some of these up for present ideas. They sell really well when parents can't think what to buy their little princesses. I don't think they ever read what they are actually buying their children."

Emily looked at the large basket full of indulgence. She couldn't wait to get to try all of it out.