A/N: Nope, not mine. I didnt do it, but man, can you imagine the drama if I did? LOL

Check for a more complete A/N in Ch 4.

At precisely 7:30 am, Hermione arrived outside Flourish and Blotts with a slight pop. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun that was slightly off to the side when she opened her eyes. Apparating still made her slightly queasy if she kept her eyes open. Her cloak, along with her simple black robe, flapped in the early morning breeze, showing her trim shape encased in smooth black slacks, and the bottom hem of her favorite sweater. It had been a bit chilly earlier when she left and she wanted to be sure to keep warm.Summer wason its way but the cooler spring weather was just normal London fare. Her knapsack slid off her shoulder as she made her way inside the quiet store. Hermione walked to the back of the store, pastthe aisles and aisles of books to Evan's office. She wanted to be sure to make a point to speak to him about the forged book from yesterday and early morning before the shop was filled with customers was the best time.

She knocked lightly on his office door. A muffled 'Come in' was heard and Hermione opened the door. Despite being the manager of a very busy magical bookstore, Evan's office was practically immaculate. Papers lined neatly on his desk highlighted orders coming in, orders received, and employee schedules. Evan walked out from the closet at the side of the office away from the wall of windows on the east side of the building.

"Good morning, sir." Hermione said smiling slightly.

"Now, Hermione, how many times have I asked you to call me Evan," he chuckled. "And good morning to you too."

"Several times, s-, I mean, Evan." Hermione blushed.

"Fine, fine. So, how are you this morning?" Evan asked.

"Good. I would like to ask you for a moment of your time later this morning. I have discovered some discrepancies concerning Mr. Idlewilde's transcript from Hungary and I would like to follow up with you before I make a final declaration of its authenticity, sir, er, I mean, Evan." Hermione said.

"Yes, that would be fine. I don't mind looking it over, but I am confident that your final determination will be sound. I wouldn't have hired you to research and authenticate rare medieval tomes if I didn't trust your ability, my dear." Evan replied.

"Yes, uh, Evan."

"Okay, then. Is that all?" Evan inquired.

"Yes." She replied.

"Good, well then, we will see you later this morning. Around 11?" he asked.

"Yes that is fine, thank you sir." Hermione said.

Evan's eyebrows rose.

"Er, I mean Evan." She said before she turned. He smiled as she left.

Hermione walked up the stairs to her office door, picked up her now empty trashbin, and removed the enchantments on her door. She walked into the darkness, seeing as it was still early and the sun hadn't made its way over the buildings yet. She removed her cloak and put it on the hook behind her door. She spoke the word "Lumos" and several lamps around her office lit up the darkness. All was as she left it the night before, as it should be. She took her trashbin and placed it next to her desk while laying her backpack on top. She stifled a yawn as she conjured up a pot of tea and scones to start her day and began working though the pile of things on her desk, trying to imitate her boss, Evan. 'Neatness and order are necessary evils,' she thought to herself. Despite Hermione's near obsession with schedules and planners throughout school, she was a bit of a disaster nowadays. Once she became engrossed in a project, all her neat and tidy attitudes flew out the proverbial window. For the last 3 days, she had been poring over Mr. Idlewilde's text and had neglected the rest of her work.

Once she had earmarked the pages that she wished to speak with Evan about, she moved the heavy text and her notes to another side table next to her door and began tidying up. With a swish of her wand, she designated the locations for her scraps of parchment and sorted her notes in alphabetical order in her filing cabinet. That done, she looked down the list of items that the other staff members had received requests for that dealt with ancient language texts and began to work in the stacks and stacks of books located in the back of her office. She could spend weeks poring over these books, she hummed. It warmed her to the core to see all that wonderful knowledge there, just at the fingertips. She set to work.

At this same time, a young man was just stirring from his slumber in his home several miles north of London. Oliver opened his left eye and focused on the clock on his bed stand. 8:59 AM? 'Oh, lord,' he thought to himself, 'way too early to be up,' as he yawned and stretched. His toes caught on the sheet and tugged it down to reveal his toned chest, almost washboard stomach,and plain blue pajama bottoms. He rolled over and set his feet on the floor and winced. 'Sheesh, that is cold,' his feet exclaimed to his brain. He quick like grabbed a pair of socks off the top of the laundry basket sitting next to his dresser and slid them on his feet. Putting his feet back on the floor, -that was much better-, he walked across the hall to his bathroom to start his day. Stripping down to nothing, he started the shower and grabbed a towel out of the closet and hung it on the rack next to the shower. He stepped in and began to finally feel awake. But, of course, an ice cold shower will do that to a guy. He had always found that a brisk short shower in the mornings usually shocked any sleep out of his system, no matter what time he woke up. He finished washing quickly and turning off the shower, he slid the shower curtain to the side, and was about to grab the towel from the rack outside, only to scream like a banshee at the sight waiting for him.

"Hey Ollie, how's tricks?" Fred and George smirked.

"Holy Mary, mother of-OUT!" Oliver bellowed, his Scottish accent in full form.

"Sheesh, guy can't even take a joke anymore!" Fred remarked as they walked to the living room after the bathroom door slammed behind them.

"Well, we did just see him naked," George replied.

"Yeah, but how is that different than the locker room at Hogwarts?" Fred asked.

"Cuz maybe back then, he knew we were there," George said, with a slight eyebrow raise.

"Spose," said Fred. "How 'bout we make it up to him and start breakfast?"

"Sounds good, o brilliant twin of mine," George said taking a seat at the breakfast bar.

Fifteen minutes later, Oliver walked into the kitchen with the aroma of burnt toast in the air.

"Don't think that trying to cook me breakfast will make up for that little stint, guys. You scared 3 years off of my Quidditch career." Oliver remarked, accepting a cup of very strong coffee from George.

"Oh YEAH! That'll put hair on your chest." He joked.

"And anywhere else it is lacking," Fred replied with a straight face from the kitchen table.

"So, Ollie, old boy. What are you up to these days?" George asked, taking his seat at the breakfast bar.

"Same thing as last Tuesday when you asked me that same question, practice, practice, practice," Oliver said. "I do have to run to Diagon Alley this morning for an appointment, after that, I will be free for the day. Why?"

"Well, we have some new products that we are keen to discuss with you, if you're interested. Quidditch based ones," Fred admitted.

"Well, I don't see a reason that I can't swing by the shop. Meet ya there after lunch time then?" Oliver suggested as the twins placed thier mugs in the sink.

"Sounds like a plan, Mr. Quidditch-man! See you after lunch!" Both twins let themselves out.

While Hermione worked through the list, she spotted the name of a book that she knew was stored in the very back row of shelves and on the second from the top shelf. 'Well, I can save that for last' she thought to herself. It was almost 10:30 and she needed to gather up the book and notes for her appointment with Evan. Hermione walked down the stairs with her arms full and nodded at Evan while he was finishing up a sale in the Charmed Objects section of the store. He tossed his head towards his office in the back. Hermione opened the door to his office to see the same pristine arrangements in place, while some of the piles had changed sizes. She walked over to the wall of windows wherethe side table underneath was cleared off in order to examine books and other such literary items and laid out the papers and book that she was going to discuss with him. She glanced at her watch and noted it was 20 minutes before 11.

Evan entered the office with the dollar signs still showing in his large eyes. Hermione looked back at her work with a small smile on her pale pink lips.

"That went well I take it," Hermione asked.

"Very well. Now, onto Mr. Idlewilde. What did you have to show me?" Evan replied, placing his glasses on his face.

Being the organized creature that she normally is, Evan and Hermione got through the discrepancies rather quickly, in reality, only 15 minutes. He concurred with her findings and asked her to prepare a full report for Mr. Idlewilde that afternoon. Hermione had gathered up her notes and the text and was ready to walk out the door when Evan spoke again.

"By the way, I have a semi-regular customer coming in a few minutes to drop off an old text needing verification. I realize that it is very spur of the moment, but he is an old friend of mine and I have done some of these for him in the past. I would appreciate if you gave him a few moments," Evan asked kindly, his large eyes blinking slightly.

"Absolutely, Evan. I will be up in my office. You can just send him on up," Hermione replied.

"Thank you, Hermione," he said.

She smiled and let herself out of his office. 'Probably one of his cronies from years and years ago,' she muttered to herself as she climbed the steps to her sanctuary. She let herself into her office and placed the load in her arms down on the side table. Her stomach growled as she walked over to the pile of books she had already retrieved this morning. 'Well, hopefully this won't take too long and I can go to lunch' she thought as she walked back to the dark corner to retrieve the last book on the list. She pulled the ladder over and began to climb up, using the shelves as a handhold. As she reached the top, her hand grasped someodd-shaped documents lying on a shelf and slipped off the edge. The dust this created fell over her hair and black robe. She sneezed and tried to remove the excess dust from her robe and hair. This only caused more dust to float around and had her sneezing again. Hermione climbed back down the ladder and removed her robe to hang on the side of the ladder. Climbing back up, she realized how warm the air was near the ceiling. Her face was slightly flushed and her cheeks had a nice healthy tint to them by now. She reached the top of the ladder and was fighting with another book, trying to dislodge it so that she could remove the requested text. 'Oh bother,' she muttered.

A/N: that was fun to write. I just adore the comic relief of F & G. They are quite the humorous fellows. I would like to thank you all who have reviewed, as I am quite astonished. My little story...oh I could cry. not really hehehe

I adore HG/OW stories, so if you know of any gooduns, let me know. I have googled and searched several sites and have read I think all of them. At least the ones I found. hehehe Happy reading...onto Ch 4.