A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
Word count: 442
The business part of the show was more Hermione's thing than figuring out how to make the new products, coming up with ideas that were so out there that they seemed to have no choice but to work. Most of that involved making things explode and figuring out exactly how Fred had managed to turn his hair a strange shade of mint green.
She had never thought about owning a business, running a business, she'd always thought about doing something that changed the world, something big, but when Fred had asked her to a partner in Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes, how could she say 'no'? She hadn't had anything lined up after school and she'd needed the money, or at least she thought she had. She'd ended up moving into the flat above the shop, no longer needing rent, but she had started to enjoy the job, and spending time with Fred was an added perk.
She enjoyed the time she spent with him, working with him, seeing the thought process, or lack of, that went into creating his and George made. She watched the failures, watched how things came together and dreamed that maybe she might find a way to make her own dreams come true. Maybe this was how she was going to change the world. She wasn't sure how that could work, but she realized, she needed to start small. She knew how the products were made, what kind of things the twins liked to use. She invented a few small things, little things that made life easier.
Her eyes had fallen on her bag, her enchanted back. She couldn't use the same charm, it was technically illegal, but the ministry had looked the other way for the war heroine. She could, however, make something similar, a smaller version that could only double the capacity of the bag. Fred had loved the idea. Soon, the bags were out on the shop floor. Students loved them because they could carry more books at a time. Hermione had made sure the charm wouldn't be affected by adding a feather weight charm.
She was enjoying her job here, enjoyed organizing the books. She'd always been good at planning, at keeping things, and people, organized. Fred needed that, sometimes, someone to reign in him and George when they got too excited about something and started testing without thinking. They'd blown the roof up once before Hermione had started putting in safety measures.
She was also the person who looked at Fred and George's creations through different eyes, looking to see how they could be used incorrectly, or worse, used for something far darker than intended. She hadn't forgotten about the love potion Ron had accidentally been poisoned with at school. The twins were so sweet, good hearted, they didn't see the potential dangers of products. That was another part of her job Hermione loved. She loved the puzzle, the challenge of how something could be dangerous. She was good enough at thinking along those lines, she'd even ended up with a contract to the auror's office. That only added to her love of her job, because now on occasion, she got to work with Harry as well as Fred.
Hermione was happy with her job, with all the small things that went into running the business, keeping the world safe, and spending time with the wizard she loved, but she still hadn't given up on her dream, to one day change the world, to save it from the whole mess that had led to the war. One day, she was going to figure out how to do it, how to change everything, and she knew when she did, Fred would be right there by her side, encouraging her the way she did him.