When she had taken her Newts at Hogwarts Hermione Jane granger had been grieving. She had had to take them just three weeks after the final, battle where she had lost her two best friends.
She had obviously not done as well as she would have in usual circumstances and she had failed.
Even Neville had done better her.
She had of course only one option left with no qualifications. Beg.
She didn't have to go far though; she got a job in the first place she tried.
She actually liked it too. She knew her bosses, and they got on.
"So you're all set up for you first day?" the first asked.
"If you need help we're around all day." The other insisted.
"I'm sure I'll be fine." She said to the twin brothers. "it is just a joke shop," she tried to remind them.
"What are you on about?" said George, maybe she was right and it was just a joke shop but it was one they had built from the ground. To them it wasn't just a joke shop. It was a sign of there hard work and many achievements.
They hadn't excelled at school so this was a way of showing the world of how smart they were. To them it meant a lot. "Mione this place is a palace." He told her.
"He's right you know," agreed Fred.
"Yeah," she rolled her eyes. Maybe it was, but it was their's.
Weeks had gone by and for working along side them she begun to love it. The work was a lot of fun and there was so much laughter in love shop.
She had believed she was never going to laugh again once upon and time and then shed looked at her self now. She had it all.
Ginny watched and it didn't seem to be long till Hermione was looking after the twins like she had Ron and Harry.
She checked up on them, made sure they were eating enough and at the end of every week did a stock take.
They were beginning to wonder what they had ever done with out her.
Her message that she had given Harry in there first year often came back to her strongly when she was working.
Books and cleverness yes they were good but loyalty, love and friendship, they were the things that were really going to influence her life, she was sure of it. Especially now she did have so many.
She had found she developed quite a strong bond with Fred quickly.
"Get of me," Hermione cried as he rugby tackled her.
Ginny watched them and laughed, maybe there friendship could lead to a lot more.
What ever it did lead to the youngest Weasley knew it would be a good thing. The joke shop meant Hermione was moving on, and that in its self was a blessing.
Hermione knew she couldn't grieve for ever and being in a place where she had to laugh madder her surer than ever, she was going to rise again and be ok.